Arrived in Type-Moon, Now Lost Contact

The Masters who came here, despite their differing motivations, shared a common goal.

However, why did Caster's familiars only appear in the area around the church? Waver observed the situation briefly from his chariot. In reality, the scope of the disasters caused by Caster was not large and was very concentrated.

Waver harbored a slight doubt.

To reduce the number of ordinary people witnessing magecraft? That was clearly impossible. Caster, by daring to summon a massive Sea Monster and openly attack the church, clearly didn't care about the rule of Mages reducing the exposure of mystery. Since the rules had already been broken, why not use the fact that other Mages had to protect mystery to deploy familiars to various parts of the city, causing chaos and forcing other Master-Servant pairs to hunt them down, thereby buying time to unleash other Grand Magecraft to expand his advantage?

Looking at it this way, it was as if someone was forcing Caster to stay in the church. Thinking this, Waver felt he was being a bit neurotic. Who could force Caster? Caster's Master? They were all in the same boat, so how could they make such a foolish decision?

He was overthinking it. Waver shook his head.

Thus, the battle to annihilate Caster was about to begin.

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ps: Spent all day yesterday making a dynamic cover. (⊙﹏⊙)

After finding four big shots to help, it was finally done. (～￣▽￣)～

Speaking of which, why is it still the old cover? Does it take this long to get approved?

Chapter Thirteen: I Really Don't Know What to Name It

"Even though they are mongrels, they are still renowned heroes... I never thought we'd have to band together to deal with that defiled creature. How truly ironic. Don't you agree, Tokiomi?" The golden king sat regally upon a radiant ship formed of gold and emeralds. He rested his right hand on the armrest of his throne and leaned against his clenched fist. He looked down at the hero below, mocking him to his heart's content.

"My King, those so-called heroes are incapable of exterminating the vermin in your garden. I implore you to personally strike down this beast." The middle-aged man, impeccably dressed and speaking with great aristocratic flair, once again made his request to his Servant. Although he maintained an air of extreme elegance, a closer look at his face revealed the anger and anxiety he was desperately trying to conceal beneath his refined demeanor.

His old, close friend was suddenly murdered, and the Servant of the collaborator he had arranged in secret to assist went to rescue them, only to be lost himself. Now, the colossal Sea Monster summoned by Caster was lurking in the church, poised to go berserk at any moment and slaughter indiscriminately within the lands managed by the Tohsaka family.

In less than a day, all of Tokiomi Tohsaka's meticulously prepared trump cards had become useless. At this moment, his only reliance was this Servant.

However, his luck was decent. At least he had summoned Gilgamesh instead of Ramesses II. If it had been the latter, even persuasion would have been futile. Tokiomi Tohsaka simply could not afford the consumption of that Golden King's Noble Phantasm.

"The church is not my garden." The king, who had descended as an Archer, narrowed his crimson eyes, his voice dripping with extreme displeasure. "I have not ordered the construction of such a useless edifice."

"Please protect your subjects, my King! If this monster breaks free from its containment, it will be a catastrophe for ordinary people." Tokiomi Tohsaka changed his approach and continued his plea. If Gilgamesh continued to refuse, he would have no choice but to hope for other Heroic Spirits to defeat Caster.

This time, his entreaty seemed to have some effect. The Archer stood up and walked to the front of the Vimana, looking out at the half-preserved, half-open city with his back to Tokiomi Tohsaka. "Although it is a decadent city, filled with superfluous refuse, there are still a few valuable individuals within this city whom this King deems worthy of saving. If that beast leaves the church, I will personally mete out judgment."

In other words, if the Sea Monster stayed within the church, he would simply watch. Tokiomi Tohsaka fell silent, for he understood that once this King had made up his mind, any further persuasion would be useless.

"You need not worry too much about this battle. Among those mongrels, there are those who are only slightly weaker than I am." The Archer's voice reached Tokiomi Tohsaka's ears. Tokiomi Tohsaka looked up in astonishment, wanting to say something, but the Archer chose to materialize and then directly disappeared from Tokiomi Tohsaka's sight.

"Excellent, there is one who is worthy of my serious attention." The Archer's voice echoed throughout the Vimana, causing Tokiomi Tohsaka to fall into deep thought.

Meanwhile, on the ground, the three teams of Masters, who had formed a temporary alliance, were embarking on their journey to the front of the church under the guidance of the current supervisor.

The once neat and wide road was now covered in rubble from impact craters. The evergreen plants used for decoration on both sides of the road had been completely broken, and their fallen trunks were often occupied by monsters from another world. Their ugly and ferocious forms were enough to leave the faint-hearted with a lifelong shadow.

"Dilectus incursio (Automatic Attack), Automatoportum defensio (Automatic Defense)." The silvery fluid flowed from the test tube onto the ground, then split into two, rapidly expanding. One part transformed into silver-white blades that attacked the Sea Monster hiding beneath the rubble, while the other circled around its master, constantly flowing as a defensive measure.

The mercury blades easily shredded the target into a pile of minced meat. Dark green bodily fluids splattered, leaving disgusting, viscous trails on the ground.

Kaineth was actually a person who reflected a lot. During his sparring sessions with Li Zihan in the past, he was often bombarded with bullets and ammunition. However, he couldn't keep his Noble Phantasm in a defensive state all the time. Therefore, he developed a method to split a single Noble Phantasm into two and grant different properties to each, resulting in the current Moon Marrow Spirit Fluid.

Li Zihan thought Kaineth's brain might not be working properly. Since the Moon Marrow Spirit Fluid couldn't cater to both aspects, why didn't he just make a new Mystic Code? Why was he so fixated on the Moon Marrow Spirit Fluid? This peculiar obsession baffled Li Zihan greatly.

"Crackle." The sound of flesh burning in flames spread through the air, accompanied by the stench of low-quality synthetic leather burning along with decaying flesh.