Type-Moon, I'm a magician, is that true?

In an instant, a torrent of magic power gushed out from under his feet like it was being pumped by a water pump.

The spiritual vein is being continuously taken away by the temple built on it, like a river bursting its banks. The amount accumulated in these few minutes is enough for Saber to use the Sword of Promised Victory.

This ostentatious action naturally attracted the attention of all the servants. They looked at the temple towering above the earth with worry or contemplation.

There, the temple was emitting surging magical fluctuations, like a torch in the dark night.

As we all know, casters are the weaker class in the Holy Grail War, because the top three riders all have magic resistance and high mobility, which makes it difficult for casters to fight head-on.

Although the Caster is the class most likely to cause trouble, only a few Casters survive to successfully cause trouble.

One of the reasons is their class skill, which is also the caster's greatest reliance - the formation of the position.

It is common sense in the magic world: a magician without a workshop is not even as good as a soldier with a rifle, and a caster without building his own position may not even be able to defeat an assassin.

But once they find an opportunity to build a workshop, and build it on spiritual land, the situation will be very different, and the caster will become the most difficult enemy.

In this respect, Gilgamesh is an exceptional caster, because for him, the construction of the position only takes one night.

"Hahahaha, what do you think? This divine tower is my masterpiece."

Gilgamesh looked at everything in front of him with pride and laughed proudly. Even for the heroic king who owned the entire planet as his courtyard, this divine tower was special.

He, who is an archer, came to reunite with us, and also came out of his nostalgia for this tower.

"To provide a model for the people to build upon, this young king personally sourced the materials, planned the plan, and then built this magnificent palace. This entire process involved no divine intervention, relying solely on human hands. Every brick and stone was carved by this king himself."

“It is the first artificial environment in human history that was completely renovated by humans to meet the needs of life and blends aesthetics and practicality.”

"Its existence has become a treasure, stored in the treasury, and it still shines for this king to this day."

Yes, this is why Gilgamesh can be ranked at the top of the caster. He only needs to take out the divine tower from the treasury and then connect it to the spiritual vein to have a temple-level position.

Aiwen listened to Gilgamesh's boasting with a smile, but did not say a word. He knew that at this moment he just needed to be quiet, as a qualified listener should be.

After a long while, the Hero King stopped boasting. Gilgamesh's desire to share was greatly satisfied, which made him even more satisfied with Aiwen's character.

"Go ahead and do what you want to do. I won't accompany you anymore."

"Thank you, Gilgamesh."

After seeing off C-Flash, Illya finally breathed a sigh of relief. For some reason, she was very afraid of this golden guy. Every time she met him, she was as scared as a frog seeing a snake.

It's simply a natural enemy.

Aiwen put Illya down from his arms, lowered himself, and looked into her eyes.

Now that the prerequisite of full magic power has been met, he should proceed to the next step.

"Illya, I need your cooperation."

He spoke to the girl in front of him with an equal attitude, and even though the other party needed something from him, he did not act superior at all.

"Could you give me a lock of your hair and some of your blood? As a genetic replica of Justisa, you and Aunt Ellie possess almost identical information. This is necessary if you want to reconstruct her body."

"Well, I believe you, caster."

Without hesitation, Illya lowered her head slightly and moved closer to Aiwen: "I don't understand anything, so I will listen to everything. Please, mom."

"it is good."

Aiwen looked at the silver hair of the girl in his hand and responded seriously.

At this moment, Illya's fate reached its first turning point. As a result, the original future became useless and was cut off, and a new future was grafted on.

Under someone's protection, her future quietly extends to a certain world line.

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The daytime is spent in anxiety. For some masters, this waiting is the greatest torture.

Tonight is the third night of the Holy Grail War, and no Servant has been eliminated so far. However, this is not peace, but rather an undercurrent surging in the sea, which will create a huge wave at any opportunity.

And this opportunity was created tonight by a master and servant.

Late at night, in the deserted dock area, a burly figure appeared in the sky and landed majestically on the earth.

He was tall and strong, with thick hair. His short dark red hair was like a lion's mane, rough but heroic. His muscles were knotted and his bronze skin was the mark of his battles. The bright red cloak he wore was the finishing touch.

The rider rode in a chariot tonight, driving two divine bulls through the air, and came to this land specifically.

"This is where the Servant provoked me on the first night, right? Well, it's a sparsely populated place, which is just right."

The rider looked around and nodded with satisfaction. The divine bull under his command pawed the ground anxiously, and a loud snort was followed by a thunderous sound.

But unlike Rider's uprightness, on the chariot, Rider's master Weber curled up in fear, tears streaming down his face as he pulled at his servant's cloak as if he was grabbing a life-saving straw.

"Rider, let me ask you again, are you sure you can escape in the most critical moment? Are you lying to me?"

"Of course, the king never jokes. Besides, this plan was clearly yours, so why are you scared now?"

Using his powerful index finger, he gave Weber a blow on the head, and Rider sighed helplessly.

Although his master lacks magical power, his brain and personality are both top-notch, like a rough jade. It's a pity that he is too unconfident, otherwise he would have radiated brilliance long ago.

"Of course, there's a difference between a counselor and a general. Who knew you'd insist on bringing me to the battlefield? You could handle it all by yourself if you just did what I said. It wouldn't be a big deal if I stayed home."

At this point, Weber wanted to bite Rider with his teeth.

"That's just stupid!"

Hearing this, Rider's eyes widened. He was obviously not angry yet, but he just raised his voice a little. That majestic face radiated an infinite sense of oppression, which scared Weber so much that he fell to the ground.

"Have some self-awareness, my Master. Do you think your magical talent is exceptional?"

"This... this is of course impossible. I also know that I am weak. Rider, are you saying this now to mock me?"

"Since you know your Master's magecraft is weak, how could I, Iskandar, leave you alone? Or do you think your barrier is foolproof and can stop the Servant's sudden attack?"

Hearing this, Waver shook his head like a dice.

He had some understanding of his own level of magic. He could hint at ordinary people or control familiars, but more advanced magic might backfire just by performing it, let alone fighting against servants.

Seeing this, rider Iskandar patted Weber's head comfortingly. He calmed down again and explained his plan in a low voice.

"Master, you have a good brain, but you are seriously lacking in the ability to protect yourself. Only by keeping you by my side can I guarantee your safety."

"Rider, so you..."

Waver looked up at the burly giant beside him, and felt a warmth in the corners of his eyes.

So, I'm actually useful in the eyes of the riders? Is this a sign of recognition?

"Alright, alright, now's not the time to cry. Stay alert. I'm going to act according to your plan, so you better watch carefully."

"Ok!"

Weber felt a brief surge of warmth in his heart, supporting him to maintain a resolute expression.

"Very good! Then I'll leave the arrangement of the drinks and banquet to you, Master."

Iskandar stood up with a hearty laugh and drew the dagger hanging at his waist. The two sacred bulls under his command raised their hooves high as if responding to his will.

"Heroes of the Holy Grail War, I, King of Conquerors Iskandar, hereby challenge you: those with courage, gather tonight and speak freely with one another!"

"Bang!"

The dagger chopped down, and the ground shattered into thousands of spider-web-like pieces under the pressure of the force.

The divine bull mooed and slammed its hooves down. The boom like a cannon, accompanied by thunder that fell from the sky, spread the aura here to the entire Fuyuki City.

"Boom!!"

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and three consecutive flashes of lightning were so powerful that they attracted people's attention. Rider's announcement floated on the wind and reached the ears of every servant.

They may be full of fighting spirit, or full of contempt, or empty and indifferent, but there is only one thing in common.

They all set off without hesitation and rushed to the dock where the rider was.

The stagnant waters have been stirred up, and the raging wave known as the Holy Grail War is about to sweep in, drowning every participant equally.

"Master."

In the castle in the forest, Artoria was waiting for Kiritsugu Emiya's order with full fighting spirit. She looked at the man in front of her maintaining a large-caliber pistol that could be called an alien weapon.

His leisurely posture resembled that of a hunter preparing to set out.

"Let's go, Saber, the war between you and me has begun." At this moment, Kiritsugu Emiya was ready to hunt, just like his pistol.

With a "click", the bullet was loaded.

Chapter 139 The Opening of the Feast (4k5)

"Huo, it seems someone can't hold back any longer. However, I have to admire their courage. It's much better than some cowardly people."

Gilgamesh stood up from the throne at the top of the sacred tower and looked into the distance, his smile a mixture of mockery and praise.

"Interesting! How can I not get involved in this kind of thing? Boy, I'm leaving now. Do as you please."

As soon as he finished speaking, the king disappeared. It seemed that Gilgamesh was extremely bored after doing nothing for the whole day. He was now eager for excitement like an old man sitting at the village gate waiting for gossip.

Illya was a little moved when she heard this, but when she looked at Aiwen who was concentrating beside her, she honestly gave up the idea of watching the fun.

She is a good child. Caster is still working hard for her mother. How can she be willful?

So she just squatted beside Aiwen obediently and sent her request carefully.

"Caster, after you finish what you're doing, can you go out with me? I want to experience that party called 'Shopping Street' again."

The most interesting memory that Illya cherishes is just this. As a princess trapped in the castle for years, the things that ordinary people take for granted are so interesting.

Aiwen sighed in his heart. He felt that Illya deserved more beautiful things, and he was willing to take her to experience more ordinary but precious things.

"Of course, let's go during the day tomorrow. Fuyuki City doesn't have many special features, but there is a Chinese restaurant that seems to be very famous. However, shopping is very tiring. Illya needs to go to bed early today and can't stay up late."

Without stopping the movement of controlling the magic power in his hands, Aiwen turned his head and made a promise that made the girl happy.

"Yeah, I knew caster was the best!"

Illya ran out happily, and Aiwen smiled and retracted his gaze, looking back at the mature female body in front of him that was almost complete.

Fair skin, delicate facial features, voluptuous curves, and loose silver hair, the android is now lying naked in the mysterious ritual.

Using Illya's genes as the source, Aiwen perfectly created the Einzbern family's unique artificial humans, easily surpassing the alchemy technology that many magic families desire but find difficult to obtain.

The general structure of the body in front of him has been stabilized. Except for the troublesome magic circuits and brain area, all other organs have been perfectly restored. Judging from the appearance alone, there is no difference from Irisviel.

"Will it take about three hours? Very good. After that, I just need to find a way to get Aunt Ellie over and transfer her soul into this new body."

"But Uncle Emiya probably won't agree. He always assumes ill will towards others. He won't give in unless it's Aunt Ellie's last moments."

"Why not just rob it? Anyway, as long as Irisviel maintains her vital signs and makes it here, the process of getting here is not important."

While Aiwen controlled his magic power to penetrate into the brain of [New Irisviel] to repair it, he was thinking of dangerous ideas in his mind.

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The first one to arrive at the port unloading area was the assassin Kiritsugu Emiya. He possessed agility of A+ and a special treasure that could control the flow of time, which made him the fastest among all the others.

But even though he had arrived, he did not make a sound. He just kept his breath concealed and hid in the shadow of the container.

The focus of his attention was on the servant standing in the square with a swagger, and the skinny boy who spread out a tablecloth and placed beer and snacks on the side.

"Master, I saw someone who looks like the Master. Should we take action?"

Carefully using magic to connect to his master, Assassin Emiya's eyes were as sharp as knives, gently passing across Waver's neck, causing him to shiver subconsciously.

"No, don't do it yet."

Kotomine Kirei's solemn voice reached Assassin's ears from a distant place through magic.

"Killing a Master who is unaware of the threat will expose your existence to everyone. This is not a cost-effective deal. It is better to wait and see if other Servants appear. You don't need to take action at the moment. Gathering intelligence secretly is the top priority."

"As ordered."

After he replied, there was a strange silence for a moment. Kotomine Kirei did not hang up the phone, but spoke with some hesitation.

"Also, Assassin, if a Saber Master and Servant appear, and the Master is male, you will abandon other observation tasks and make them your top priority."

"What's the reason?"