Though the Masters who had come here had different motives, they shared the same goal.
But why did Caster's familiars only appear in the area around the church? Weber observed the situation from the chariot for a while. The disaster caused by Caster was not actually widespread, and it was highly concentrated.
A faint doubt arose in Weber's heart.
To reduce the number of ordinary people witnessing magecraft? That was clearly impossible. Caster's willingness to summon vast numbers of Sea Monsters and openly attack the church meant he did not care about the magi's rule of keeping Mystery concealed. Since he had already broken the rules, why not exploit the fact that other magi had to protect the Mystery? He could have scattered his familiars throughout the city, caused chaos, exhausted the Masters and Servants by forcing them to hunt the familiars, and then bought time to activate other Grand Magecraft and expand his advantage.
Looking at it this way, it was almost as if someone had forced Caster to stay at the church. Even Weber felt he was being paranoid. Who could force Caster? Caster's Master? They were in the same boat, so how could he make such a foolish decision?
I'm overthinking this. Weber shook his head.
Thus, the battle to annihilate Caster was about to begin.
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"Though they are mongrels, they are at least renowned heroes... To think they have fallen so low that they must join forces to deal with that filthy thing. How lamentable. Do you not agree, Tokiomi?" The golden king sat upon the Ship of the Sun, formed from gold and emeralds. He rested his right arm on the side of the throne and leaned sideways against his clenched fist. Looking down upon the heroes below, he mocked them to his heart's content.
"O King, those so-called heroes lack the ability to drive the pest from your garden. Please personally strike down that beast." The well-dressed middle-aged man, whose words carried the bearing of an aristocrat, once again made a request of his Servant. Though he did his utmost to maintain an elegant posture, a closer look at his face revealed the anger and anxiety he desperately concealed beneath his composure.
A close friend of the previous generation had suddenly been killed. The Servant of the ally stationed in secret had gone to rescue him, only to get himself caught up in it as well. Now, the enormous Sea Monster summoned by Caster was entrenched in the church, capable of going berserk at any moment and slaughtering countless people across the land governed by the Tohsaka Family.
Less than a day had passed, yet every trump card Tokiomi Tohsaka had painstakingly prepared had failed. For the moment, this Servant was the only one he could rely upon.
Still, his luck was not too bad. At the very least, he had summoned Gilgamesh rather than Ramses II. If it had been that man, persuading him would have been useless. Tokiomi Tohsaka simply could not afford the Noble Phantasm consumption of that Golden King.
"The church is not this King's garden." The king summoned as an Archer narrowed his crimson eyes, his words brimming with extreme displeasure. "This King never ordered the construction of such a useless building."
"Please protect your subjects, O King! If this monster breaks through the blockade, it will be a catastrophe for ordinary people." Tokiomi Tohsaka changed his approach and continued pleading. If Gilgamesh continued to refuse, he could only hope that the other Heroic Spirits would defeat Caster.
This time, however, his words seemed to have some effect. Archer rose to his feet and walked to the front of Vimana. With his back to Tokiomi Tohsaka, he gazed over this city that was half conservative and half open. "Though it is a decaying city, filled with superfluous rubbish, there are still several people here worth saving. If that pest leaves the church, this King will personally mete out judgment."
In other words, if the Sea Monster remained in the church, he would simply continue watching the show. Tokiomi Tohsaka said no more, because he understood that once this king had made up his mind, no amount of persuasion would be useful.
"You need not worry too much about this battle either. Among those mongrels are those only slightly weaker than I." Archer's voice reached Tokiomi Tohsaka's ears. Tokiomi Tohsaka looked up in astonishment, wanting to say something, but Archer chose to enter spirit form and vanished directly from his sight.
"Good. There is someone worthy of making me fight seriously." Archer's voice echoed across Vimana, plunging Tokiomi Tohsaka into thought.
Meanwhile, on the ground, the three Master groups that had formed a temporary team were following the current overseer toward the former church.
The once neat, broad road was covered in rubble left behind by violent impacts. The evergreen plants used as decorations along both sides had all been snapped apart. Otherworldly monsters often lurked upon the fallen trunks, their ugly and ferocious forms enough to leave a lifelong shadow upon any timid person.
"Dilectus incursio, Automatoportum defensio." Silvery-white fluid flowed from a test tube onto the ground, then split in two and rapidly expanded. One portion transformed into silvery-white blades and attacked the Sea Monster hiding beneath the rubble, while the other circled its master, flowing continuously as a defensive measure.
The mercury blades easily shredded their target into a pile of mangled flesh. Dark green bodily fluid splashed everywhere, leaving disgusting, viscous traces on the ground.
Kaineth was actually quite capable of self-reflection. During his past sparring sessions with Li Zihan, he was often hit in the face with guns and ammunition. Yet he could not keep his Mystic Code in a defensive state at all times, so he developed a method of splitting one Mystic Code in two and giving each half different properties. Thus, the current Moon Marrow Spirit Fluid was born.
Li Zihan felt that Kaineth's brain might not work very well. Since the Moon Marrow Spirit Fluid could not handle both roles at once, why not simply make another Mystic Code? Why insist on hanging himself from the single tree that was the Moon Marrow Spirit Fluid? Li Zihan found this strange obsession utterly baffling.
Crackling flames burned through flesh, carrying through the air along with the foul stench of cheap artificial leather mixed with rotting meat being scorched.
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