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With every step forward, he could feel the magical fluctuations of the barrier.

"Twenty-three..." Xi Jianxi muttered to himself, "No, it's twenty-four layers of barriers... Is Kayneth trying to turn this place into the Japanese branch of the Mage's Association?"

As if in response to his words, restless magic flowed along the walls and ceiling, closing in on Xi Jianxi from all directions.

This was the magical attack triggered by an intruder.

Dark red currents quickly enveloped Xi Jianxi, emitting a piercing noise.

Snap—

After a snap of his fingers, these currents vanished completely.

"Are you underestimating me, Kayneth El-Melloi Archibald?" Xi Jianxi said, walking forward while inscribing Rune letters in the air.

With each Rune he finished, it disappeared into the air.

Xi Jianxi didn't dislike meticulous work, but he had no patience to waste time on twenty-four layers of barriers one by one at this moment.

So he decided to destroy them all at once.

A genius like Kayneth had naturally prepared countermeasures for when the barriers were broken, but those magical attacks were too weak for Xi Jianxi.

Not enough, completely not enough.

This level of magic was even less than the practical combat magic training from his teacher Scathach in the Shadow Realm, and every move and every strike exuded the meticulous craftsmanship characteristic of a Clock Tower lecturer.

Every step was by the book, and every attack perfectly synchronized with the destruction of the barriers.

Therefore, it was completely unacceptable. Xi Jianxi judged.

He wasn't a researcher, nor did he have the inclination for theoretical research in magic.

From the day he first encountered magic, he had been trained on how to use magic as a combat method.

It was a bit of a waste to use the divine Rune magic against a modern magus, but Xi Jianxi had always wanted to use it as much as possible.

With Kayneth's genius and such thorough preparation, this level should pose no threat at all.

With a smile of excitement that even he hadn't noticed, Xi Jianxi reached out, gently grasped the void, and then applied a gentle force. The entire space seemed to be thoroughly cut open, shattering and then restoring itself.

"N-No way..."

Kayneth observed Xi Jianxi's movements through the barriers and his familiars. He had confidently planned a defensive counterattack to defeat Xi Jianxi and showcase his strength to his ever-indifferent fiancée, Sola-Ui.

However, the twenty-four meticulously arranged barriers, which Kayneth believed would be enough to deplete most of Xi Jianxi's magic, were destroyed in an instant.

The twenty-four layers of barriers on the hotel's top floor completely vanished, leaving Kayneth no chance to even casually repair them and wear down Xi Jianxi.

"In that case—"

He suppressed his temper, regaining his usual composure, and slowly waved his hand.

Dozens of malevolent spirits and ghouls, acting as guard dogs, emerged from the shadows, cloaked in magic.

Seeing these monsters, Xi Jianxi was slightly surprised.

There were many of them, and their magic was abundant. Kayneth's own magic, along with that of his fiancée accompanying him, was likely far from enough.

"I see. To participate in the Holy Grail War, you brought a Mana Reactor from the Clock Tower?"

Xi Jianxi murmured to himself.

As expected of the prestigious El-Melloi Archibald family from the Clock Tower, their resources were indeed substantial, even bringing such a priceless treasure.

While he was contemplating these matters, the ghoul hounds had already arrived. A three-meter-tall ghoul beast opened its large mouth, revealing black fangs, and lunged at Xi Jianxi.

However, the familiars, lacking significant thought processes, couldn't understand why they were unable to move. Only Kayneth could see clearly.

With a mere flick of his wrist, Xi Jianxi caught the ghoul beast by its upper jaw. As Xi Jianxi slowly raised his eyes, a sharp glint flashed in his pupils.

He dragged the ghoul beast and smashed it into another one that was attacking from behind.

The corridor instantly transformed into a paradise for familiars: ghoul hounds, wolves, lions, leopards, tigers... The malevolent spirits morphed into various ferocious beasts, possessing unparalleled speed and strength.

With a single swipe of their claws, they could pierce through the concrete walls of the hotel.

They could close a distance of ten meters with just one pounce. The repelled malevolent spirits and ghouls surrounded Xi Jianxi again, circling him slowly.

Magi were not adept at close-quarters combat, which was why Kayneth had specifically prepared these familiars for emergencies.

Another snap of his fingers.

Xi Jianxi's action became the signal for the monsters' attack. However, as they lunged to bite Xi Jianxi, their bodies were engulfed by an iceberg that had appeared out of nowhere, and then crushed.

He spun and waved his hand, and five bolts of lightning appeared around his body, entwining and dodging the approaching icebergs of the ghouls.

The ghouls that were hit instantly lost their power, falling to the ground and disappearing into a cloud of black mist.

Xi Jianxi watched all of this with a blank expression, stepping over the shattered ice shards with a crunching sound. He continued to walk forward, heading towards Kayneth's location.

Of course, things wouldn't be that smooth. The malevolent spirits and ghouls were only repelled, not completely annihilated. Ahead of him, more monsters awaited.

In the dim, lightless corridor, these monsters gradually stood up, transforming from beasts into humanoid forms.

"Oh? This is quite novel. So they have more than one form."

Xi Jianxi nimbly retreated, dodging the monsters' claws, then spun around and delivered a flying kick, his right foot hitting directly.

Mixed in with the close-quarters combat were magecraft unleashed by the monsters, some manifesting as wind blades, others as water swords.

The exquisitely decorated hotel corridor on the top floor was instantly rendered dirty and chaotic.

Kayneth assisted the familiars from behind, using magecraft to aid their actions and launch various magical attacks through them.

"Still won't show yourself, Kayneth!" Xi Jianxi shouted.

After dodging a few monsters, Xi Jianxi landed at one end of the corridor.

"If you have the guts, break through my familiars and come over here. The combat power of a Sealing Designation executor is definitely not limited to this."

Kayneth's confident voice echoed down the corridor, transmitted via magecraft.

"Is that so? Then I... won't hold back anymore."

Xi Jianxi's voice gradually lowered, though he hadn't held back from the start.

The monsters charged at Xi Jianxi from all directions, forming a net with the long-range magical attacks. Seeing that he had no escape this time, Kayneth felt a surge of excitement.

Swish—

The sound of something being cut interrupted Kayneth's thoughts. He noticed that his familiars had been thoroughly killed this time.

Xi Jianxi stood in place, and a long spear, similar to Gae Buidhe, appeared in his hand.

Chapter 36: Five Against One

Although he was accustomed to using two spears, Diarmuid was a Servant who wasn't limited to just one style of spearplay.

In life, he wielded four weapons in total: besides the Red Spear and Yellow Spear, there were also the Red Sword and Yellow Sword.

When Diarmuid perceived the battlefield situation as critical, he would also fight with only the Red Spear and Red Sword.

As a Servant of the Lancer class, Diarmuid could not use the Noble Phantasms of those twin swords, but that did not affect his ability to fight relying solely on the Red Spear.

Morgan's spear techniques were indeed exquisite, so much so that Diarmuid couldn't help but become engrossed in the battle before him.

What's more, he even detected a trace of the Celtic warriors within Morgan's spear techniques.

Diarmuid, unaware of Morgan's true name, could only rule out that the opponent was a Servant related to the Celts; otherwise, he wouldn't fail to recognize them.

Therefore, he could only think in reverse: the Master named Xi Jianxi was indeed deeply connected to the Celts.

After all, he even knew the formation "Qualities of the Shallow Brook."

With that in mind, Diarmuid diligently cast aside the杂念 (miscellaneous thoughts) in his heart, his spear techniques becoming increasingly vigorous. Not only did he fend off Morgan's assault, but he even forced Morgan's spear techniques to reveal flaws.

Finally, seizing a most fatal opening, Diarmuid skillfully flicked his spear upwards, deflecting the demon spear in Morgan's hand.

"Forgive my spear for not showing mercy!"

Diarmuid roared and thrust his Red Spear, piercing Morgan's chest. Blood gushed out.

"...A Servant of the Spear is truly renowned. If we speak only of spear techniques, I am indeed not first-class," Morgan's spear fell to the ground with a heavy thud.

"Not at all, your spear techniques are truly exquisite. They've reminded me of some stories I heard in my youth," Diarmuid praised sincerely.

As fellow Servants, he could feel Morgan's Spirit Origin gradually dissipating.

This left Diarmuid feeling a bit melancholic. He wondered if the opponent had refrained from using magecraft out of consideration for Gae Buidhe's abilities and his Magic Resistance.

This made Diarmuid feel that the duel was somewhat unfair.

Berserker's body gradually became transparent in the dim thirty-first-floor hall before disappearing.

The sensation of the Red Spear piercing his body also gradually faded. Diarmuid stood in place, holding his spear with one hand. He prepared to pick up the Yellow Spear that had been discarded and then rush back to his Master's side to assist Kayneth in repelling Xi Jianxi.

Since he had lost a Servant, a single Master was no longer a cause for concern.

Thinking this, Diarmuid, before he could even materialize, sensed a chilling killing intent coming from behind him. His battle-hardened instincts prompted his body to move faster than his mind, and he turned, swinging his spear to block.

"Who is it! Attacking from behind is too... dishonorable...?"

Lancer's furious accusation gradually lost its force.

Upon clearly seeing the attacker, he was utterly astonished.

It was none other than Berserker, whose Spirit Origin had just dissipated. She was now slowly retracting the demon spear in her hand.

"How... is this possible..." Lancer was too shocked to speak.

It wasn't an illusion, nor a phantom.

That strike just now was indeed Berserker's spear technique.

Still sharp, still aiming for a fatal blow.

"Lancer, you don't possibly think that by defeating just one of me, you can rest easy, do you?"

Morgan's voice rang out, but it came from behind him.

Turning around, Diarmuid saw... another Morgan emerging from the shadows.

What's more, identical figures, one after another, emerged from the darkness in different directions, each with identical clothing, identical faces, and identical demon spears.

"Berserker... there's more than one?" Diarmuid's voice trembled slightly.

The sense of emptiness from the battle had vanished, replaced by confusion about the current situation.

"What's so strange about it, Lancer? Even though I've appeared in the class of Berserker, I'm still a Magus." Morgan's voice, tinged with a slight smile, was full of teasing and mockery. "Since I'm a Magus, I can do whatever I want with 'clones identical to myself'."

Looking at the five Berserkers, Diarmuid flicked his toes and picked up the Yellow Spear he had just dropped.

The situation had reversed again, and he could no longer calculate if he had any chance of surviving against five Berserkers.

All he could do was fight with all his might, so as not to dishonor the name of a knight.

"Then, please enjoy your battle to your heart's content, Lancer."

Morgan, the only one with empty hands, said calmly before turning and disappearing. Lancer couldn't even chase after her.

That must have been her true body.

And her true body was now heading upstairs.

Lancer could only hope that his Master would grasp the situation clearly and summon him with a Command Spell.

Ignoring Lancer, Morgan blocked the sound of clashing weapons on the thirty-first floor behind the fire door.

She looked at the mess in the corridor on the thirty-second floor, confident that Xi Jianxi was still safe.

After all, the magical energy pathway between them was still completely smooth.

Thus, the Fairy Queen walked unhurriedly through the messy corridor.

The magic used to create clones consumed an extraordinary amount of magical energy to activate and maintain. Magus Masters typically had limited magical energy, so the fact that Morgan could easily use this magic was undoubtedly due to her Master being exceptionally outstanding.

Her magic circuits were ranked A-, her composition was classified as 'Anomalous', and her quantity was at the EX level.

Even this was not enough. What truly made Xi Jianxi special was his ability to draw from the World's Great Source of mana, a level unmatched by contemporary Magus.

Therefore, the magical energy used to support Morgan's actions was essentially drawn from the readily available mana of the world.

The Master named Kayneth had brought a Mana Reactor to supplement his own mana consumption.

For Xi Jianxi, however, mana was like air, readily available everywhere. Just as one obtains oxygen through breathing, with every breath, Xi Jianxi could claim the mana from the Great Source as his own.