Arriving in Type-Moon, Now Out of Contact

"Damn it!" Lancer immediately reacted, swiftly swinging his spear and slicing through more than ten tentacles.

Berserker and Rider were too far away to come to his aid.

But it didn't help much, as there were too many tentacles. Perhaps the Sea Monster had long noticed this little pest that could negate its self-healing ability and had set a trap for him.

Berserker possessed abnormal divine strength and could tear through the tentacles to fight again, but Lancer couldn't. He had always been a technical fighter.

It seemed he wouldn't be able to help his Master fulfill his wish.

The Sea Monster's counterattack had arrived. The once thick tentacles had mutated into spear-like spikes during the fight. If he were impaled, he would surely die.

But this could also be considered fulfilling his duty, right? Lancer smiled wryly, awaiting death.

Silver ropes flew rapidly from behind, quickly converging in front of Lancer to form layer upon layer of a dense, scale-like defensive net.

"Lancer, how much longer are you going to be spacing out!" Kaineth's scolding came from behind. "Don't disgrace me!"

"Yes." Lancer snapped back to reality, quickly dealt with the tentacles on him, and leaped out of the encirclement.

"Troublesome things." Blue butterflies danced around the small Sea Monsters, scattering shimmering scales, beautiful and dazzling.

But for the Sea Monsters, these butterflies were terrifying. The scales were steadily draining their life force. The Sea Monsters, having lost a large amount of vitality, gradually shriveled, then slowly stiffened, finally falling to the ground like dried seaweed, collapsing with the slightest breeze.

The Matou Family's magic was quite potent, possessing the trait of absorbing and bestowing upon the user, even serving as a restraint on others.

It was a shame Li Zihan wasn't a person with water affinity; this top-tier water magic was a bit of a waste on him.

Compared to his master and fellow disciples, Waver's condition was truly awkward. His combat power was directly proportional to his Magic Power – pathetically weak.

Even so, Waver still had the ability to support Rider.

"By my Command Spells, I command my Servant, Rider, to fight at your best!"

"Kid, you did well. My blood is practically surging." Rider laughed heartily. The Divine Bull strode through the air, the lightning it carried searing the Sea Monster tentacles that tried to pull Rider down to a perfect ten.

As the Servants fell into a predicament, the Masters also arrived on the battlefield and joined the fight.

But that had nothing to do with me. Waver quietly retreated behind Kaineth and Li Zihan, his expression dejected. His combat power would only be a burden on the front lines.

Just then, his phone rang, completely out of place on the blood-soaked battlefield.

"Who... who are you? What do you want with me?" Waver asked, confused, as he answered the call.

"Who I am is not important! However, I want to know, does Rider have Territory Creation? Please have him transfer the Sea Monsters away and then hand the phone over to Lord Kaineth."

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ps: Two and a half hours for 2100 characters, was I always this slow?

Chapter 22: The End of the Conquest Battle

Who the hell are you! What's your mother's name! Which garden's scallion are you!

You want Rider to unleash the Mage's ultimate skill, Territory Creation? Has the nourishment for your brain been absorbed by your cerebellum?

If Waver were a member of some league of toxic players, Kiritsugu Emiya's entire family tree would have been wiped out. But Waver was a polite, good British boy, so he merely asked hesitantly, "Sir, may I ask who you are?"

The other side fell silent, and after a long pause, a voice came through, "Kiritsugu Emiya, Saber's Master. I have a way to eliminate the Sea Monsters, but I need your cooperation."