Magician in Type-Moon

The light that is completely blocked is like the sea that has been split in two. Just as life has its end, so too does a desperate, life-risking strike.

The scorching shockwave swept through like a whirlwind, instantly turning the surrounding trees and rocks to ashes.

The entire terrain of Mount Enzo was reshaped at this moment, and even the towering peaks, protected by the Holy Grail barrier, twisted and collapsed.

Fortunately, both Waver Velvet and Medea had set up a barrier to prevent accidental deaths before the battle began.

At that moment, Iskandar's fist was deeply embedded in that endless black ink.

The terrifying suction force seemed to be about to devour him entirely.

Iskandar's eyes gleamed, and with his sword in his right hand, he ruthlessly severed his arm.

Zeus's divine power surged within him, constantly being forcibly extracted, plundered, and confiscated by the conqueror!

Thunder continued to intertwine and overlap, shaping itself at the severed site of his left arm!

The giant hand, formed anew from the re-coalescing of electricity and magic, did not flinch in the face of the impending crisis.

Instead, he grasped it again.

"Since you are so greedy, and you have asked me for it, then I will grant you everything!"

Iskandar was talking to himself, as if he were conversing with the magical creation before him. His behavior was so mad that it was incomprehensible to others.

Geckos detach their tails to survive, but this is only done by offering bait to ensure their own safety.

But this conqueror, after losing an arm to save his life, found himself facing danger once again...

A king who is praised by posterity for many years cannot be such a fool.

The creation before us, resembling a celestial black hole, is, in essence, nothing more than something Caster woven with magic.

Therefore, it has its own limits!

"Just burst it from the inside," thought Iskandar, the Conqueror.

I decided to use the severed arm as a nozzle, inject the violent power of thunder into it, and then crush it!

As for whether the thunderbolts are enough, that depends on how powerful the Greek god Zeus really is.

An electric current surged within Iskandar's body, gushing forth from the severed arm.

The power of thunder surged into the black hole like a torrent, as if trying to completely fill it.

Not enough, not enough, far from enough!

Iskandar the Conqueror once again raised his long whip, lashing it out to extract the will of the great god that was curled up deep within his spirit core.

Go plunder, go conquer! Go whip, go oppress!

Even the king of thunder had to submit to his long whip at this moment.

Zeus's divine power surged violently within Iskandar's body, transforming into countless bolts of lightning that coursed through every vein and muscle.

Blue arcs of electricity flickered constantly on his body, like wild snakes dancing wildly.

Lightning and thunder struck every corner of the black hole, forcing it to expand and tear apart.

Finally, like a water-filled balloon, the internal tension could no longer contain the surging thunder within.

Too much water will cause the balloon to burst.

This same principle applies to the man-made black holes we see today.

Iskandar sensed that moment of loosening; the power of thunder had reached its peak under his infusion.

The tipping point has been reached, so what's next...?

The cracks on the surface of the black hole grew larger and larger, and finally collapsed completely with a loud bang.

Countless bolts of lightning and magic erupted from the black hole, transforming into dazzling rays of light that bloomed in the air.

The entire Yuanzang Mountain was as if it had been baptized by thunder in that instant, like a divine punishment!

The aurora flashed past Iskandar's figure, but he suddenly disappeared!

Chapter 136 Murder

A flash of lightning streaked across the sky, bursting forth with a brilliance as bright as day.

The visual senses of all the citizens of Fuyuki City were instantly and quietly captivated.

After the white light disappeared.

Iskandar has disappeared.

Was it swallowed up by the exploding lightning?

Waver, as his Master, was somewhat suspicious...

But the contractual connection remains.

The man who tried to conquer the world still lives on.

Buzz! ! ——

The thunderbolts, seemingly compressed and drawn together by some unknown force, converged once more at a single point in the void.

Weber was somewhat stunned...

Electric current!

It shot out from the tip of the countless silver trees and arrived in front of Caster.

No sign.

There was no time to react.

Just before Medea was approached by the lightning, in that very instant.

Consciousness and thought had stagnated, and raging electric arcs disrupted the flow of magic within her body.

The witches of the Age of Gods could not possibly be affected by such despicable technology.

but...

All of this was driven by the divine power of Zeus, the supreme god-king of Greece, the ruler of the heavenly thunder.

The black cloak and hood instantly went from loose to tight.

They also seemed to want to escape.

But the ropes on the fabric held them firmly to Lei Guang's target.

fast.

too fast.

This speed is imperceptible to the naked eye; only heroic spirits with high-level intuition or mind's eye can barely defend against it.

At the same time, the figure under the lightning just appeared, not because Iskandar was a step behind the lightning.

The eyes are deceiving the host; the images created by visual persistence are no longer able to fully record what is actually happening.

Iskandar threw a punch with a hint of apology.

The moment the fist is thrown, only the starting and ending points are shown, much like the frame-skipping technique used in a stylized film.

Lightning flashed again.

Click! ———

The sound of something breaking.

Is it bone? No...

Because the next sensation is the feeling of a fist sinking into flesh.

As the arc of lightning dissipated, Iskandar's fist had indeed pierced Medea's chest.

However, it is still a centimeter or two away from the vital organ that can be fatal—the heart.

Iskandar then noticed the shimmering spots all over Caster's body, twinkling like stars.

Yes, the magic trick Caster used before was a Ten Count-level grand magic trick that still required chanting three bars of divine incantation at high speed.

The first two syllables represent the sun and the moon, respectively.

The meaning of the third syllable is easy to guess—stars.

Even with two offensive spells, you still don't forget to put on a shell for yourself? You're something else, Caster.

As expected of a Servant who can descend as a Magician.

There are countless heroes in this world, and the heroes of the world are as numerous as Jiang Qing.

Iskandar plunged his right hand into Caster's chest, and at that moment, it was firmly fixed in her flesh.

The barrier formed by stardust had been pierced, but the remaining starlight transformed into ribbons that bound Iskandar's body, rendering him unable to move.

Are you the son of Zeus?

With blood and foam seeping from Caster's mouth, these were the very words that escaped his lips.

"Or rather, the mighty King of Conquerors has become a lackey of those sanctimonious Greek gods?"

The voice was weak, but still full of provocation and sarcasm.

Medea certainly had the right to say such a thing, after all, in her story, all the tragedies stemmed from the gods' struggles and pleasures.

Iskandar's expression did not change when he heard this.

After all, he came here to repay Zeus's aid.

Calling him a lackey of the gods wouldn't be a problem.

That's just how it is. There's no need to pay attention to it or refute it. What's done is done.

"Well, since you managed to defend against that attack, Caster, I may spare your life, as long as you..."

At this point, Iskandar became somewhat embarrassed, since it wasn't exactly a straightforward matter.

"Ok?"

"If you are willing to hand over your Master Matou Ike, I can let you choose a new Master and participate in this Holy Grail War again."