A Magus from the Age of Gods

The brief but rapid clang of metal on metal became the dominant sound on the battlefield at this moment.

The knight, wielding a spear and a sword in each hand, unleashed all the skills he had acquired in his lifetime. His opponent, a girl clad in heavy armor, countered him with an agility that defied common sense.

Two of the most famous heroes in Celtic Mythology meet in Fuyuki City, the "place of miracles," and engage in a fierce battle that transcends time and breaks the boundaries of space!

"Again!"

Diarmuid, who jumped away using the recoil, looked at Saber in front of him and found it hard to imagine that the gentle and refined man would show such madness, even with a somewhat ferocious smile.

As soon as the words were spoken, the speaker straightened up again.

--Bow down, sprint!

The magic surging from beneath his feet shattered the ground!

Without even blinking, Diarmuid's crimson rose transformed into a streak of crimson lightning, piercing straight towards Saber's heart.

This is an attack that no human could avoid.

Since it is lightning, it cannot be captured by the eyes.

But you don't need eyes!

The crimson spear tip, which was almost within millimeters of Saber's heart, was blocked by "Void." Under the [Demon-Slaying] function of the Crimson Rose, the [Invisible Air] used to conceal the Holy Sword's blade was directly broken.

The wind, compressed to its extreme, exploded directly between the two, and the debris and dust from the battle that had been affected by Lancer and Saber were all blown far away or into the air by the raging wind.

At this moment, the entire battlefield revealed its full extent:

Whether it's the bluestone ground beneath your feet, ravaged beyond recognition, or the fallen trees in the distance...

Those shocking marks all represent the destructive power of the two people on the battlefield that far exceeded ordinary people's imagination.

However, none of this did anything to affect the two people locked in combat in the center of the battlefield!

Seeing that his attack had failed, Diarmuid flipped his wrist, twisting the crimson spear tip to deflect the Holy Sword. Taking advantage of the weapon's length, the crimson Magic Spear, like a mamba viper, continued to burrow fiercely toward Saber's heart!

But this Magic Spear, which Diarmuid, disappointed him this time.

Sizzle--

A sickening scraping sound suddenly echoed across the battlefield.

The crimson Magic Spear always seemed to work wonders against Saber's armor made of magic, failed to unleash its [anti-magic] power. The spear tip, carrying a deadly intent, merely grazed Saber's armor, producing only a blinding spark!

Saber, who had used her armor to block the attack, twisted her body sharply, and the crimson spear tip slid into empty air.

"This..."

"If that's all there is to it..."

Suddenly, Saber's angry shout rang in my ears:

"Then you can leave, Lancer!"

Diarmuid's inner alarm bells were ringing!

Taking advantage of the moment when Diarmuid's weapon was unable to provide support, Saber swiftly seized the opportunity when Lancer was wide open and lunged forward! At the same time, she slightly twisted her hands holding the Holy Sword, and the blade of the Holy Sword slashed straight down at Lancer's face!

--It looked like he was about to be cleaved in two at any moment!

At this moment, Diarmuid's vision, in order to capture Saber's superhuman speed, was cut off into a film-like frame.

Each frame represents Saber's series of ultimate attacks; with each frame, the Holy Sword draws one step closer to her.

We're getting closer--

Facing the almost man-eating sharpness of the Holy Sword, Diarmuid showed no sign of panic. On the contrary, his restlessness vanished completely as the sword drew closer.

Getting closer and closer!

Clang!

Saber's seemingly certain strike stopped short of Lancer's face, the sharpness of the Holy Sword even grazing Lancer's cheek, causing a slight stinging sensation.

A slight difference can lead to a huge error.

Saber looked at Diarmuid was blocking her Holy Sword with one hand. Although she knew very little about the demonic sword in her opponent's hand, she had no time to think about it.

-- He gritted his teeth, his hands gripping the Holy Sword surging with magical power!

However, sometimes a lack of intelligence can be fatal to a battle.

"You were almost there, Saber!"

The sudden sound beside her startled Saber, and at the same time, an ominous magical fluctuation emanated from the cursed sword in Diarmuid's hand.

--The fluctuations in magical energy were driving Saber's innate battle Instinct frantically urge her on.

Get out of the way! Get out of the way!

But it seems too late--

"Moralltach!"

The speed at which the magic gathered exceeded Saber's expectations. In just a breath, the blade in Diarmuid's hand suddenly burst forth with dazzling light. Magic burst outward from the sturdy sword.

The "Demon Sword," which Diarmuid had been concealing until now, finally revealed its true power. Unlike the spear, which was as swift as lightning, the Demon Sword in Diarmuid's hand was as powerful as thunder!

A blade of light made of magic chased after Saber, who had just jumped away. Seeing the attack approaching, she could only barely raise her Holy Sword in the hope of blocking it before she could regain her footing.

"Pfft—cough!"

Looking at Saber, who was kneeling on the ground, leaning on the Holy Sword, and the pool of blood in front of her, Diarmuid's gaze was calm and profound:

"Saber, when I wield the weapons [Gáe Dearg] and [Moralltach], you have no chance of winning."

"Don't make grand pronouncements too soon, Lancer!"

At this moment, Saber suppressed the discomfort in her internal organs and used the Holy Sword to support herself as she glared at her opponent.

"I'm just stating a fact."

Lancer shook his head, his tone perfectly calm.

"..."

Seeing this, Saber stopped arguing. She knew that the best response to Lancer was the Holy Sword in her hand.

Seeing the unwavering conviction in Saber's eyes, Lancer sighed softly, watching the slight ripples in her gaze return to calm.

"Make your exit now, my formidable rival!"

However, the unpredictable nature of the battlefield makes it difficult to anticipate events, and it is precisely because of this...

"Ah--"

A scream from the side suddenly shattered the solemn atmosphere of the battlefield.

"My lord!"

Diarmuid upon hearing the screams!

I was dragged out to have fun for the first two days of work, I'm so sorry!

The update has been delayed until now Orz

However, subsequent updates returned to normal, and I will try to add more updates on top of the existing one.

By the way, I'd like to recommend a book about Pokémon~

The author's unexpected serenade

My Pokémon: Under One Person

Synopsis: A soldier armed with firearms embarks on a journey to collect Digimon in the world of Pokémon.

(Above!)

Sleep, sleep... I have to go to work during the day QAQ

Chapter 103. The Magecraft from the Age of Gods

"Hiss--"

Kayneth gasped for breath in pain.

He lay on the ground like a stray dog, his body curled up tightly. Before him lay a pool of blood that was spreading rapidly. The excruciating pain that shot through his nerves to his brain caused a brief blank in his mind, rendering Kayneth unable to treat his wounds.

Overwhelmed by the pain, Kayneth instinctively reached out to press his wound, but the excruciating pain in his right shoulder and the pale, severed arm lying on the ground nearby constantly spurred Kayneth's remaining sanity...

Kayneth's right arm, which was originally covered with Command Spell, was severed cleanly at the shoulder, and blood flowed like a river from that horrific wound!

"Ah--!!!"

An even more agonizing wail followed, accompanied by the fragmented memories that had just surfaced.

Lying on the ground, Kayneth, filled with a curse-like resentment, uttered the name of the culprit who had caused all of this:

"Emiya Kiritsugu!!!"

"Once again in the name of the Command Spell, Lancer! I stake everything you've had in your life, bring me Saber's head no matter what!"

After the Command Spell on Kayneth's right arm disappeared again, a terrifying surge of magical energy erupted from another battlefield, causing Wang Xiaoming's face to turn pale instantly.

Although it was only for a moment—after the magic that had affected this area dissipated, Wang Xiaoming's disheveled appearance, panting heavily, still made Medea, whose face was hidden by her hood, frown slightly, and her eyes were filled with hostility as she looked up at Kayneth.

However, Kayneth, the instigator, clearly lacked this awareness, his eyes filled with smugness as he looked at Medea and Wang Xiaoming:

"Mr. Wang, given the good impression you left on me during our previous collaboration, I'll give you another chance. Abandon Caster, and in the name of the Archibald Family, I will guarantee your safe departure and provide you with protection in the future."

Having just recovered, Wang Xiaoming shrugged helplessly when Kayneth brought up the condition again, and said:

"I'm sorry, but I have to decline on this one matter."

"How dare you bring this up in front of me time and time again..."

An indescribable, oppressive atmosphere gradually emanated from Medea:

"Magecraft, you're really bold."

Before Kayneth could react, immense magical power instantly coalesced, wove, and took shape behind Medea.

With a flick of her finger, Medea unleashed a barrage of magic bullets, curses, and other divine spells—spells recorded only in the Clock Tower's secret manuals, or even unheard of before—all hurtling toward Kayneth.

No chanting is required.

Born in the age of gods, Medea's inherent mystery meant she didn't need to follow the rules of modern Magecraft to connect herself to the Great Source of the world.

For her, Magecraft was simply something she could do with her mind.

"Good timing!"

As Medea's attack approached, Kayneth's eyes gleamed with barely concealed excitement. One of the reasons he had repeatedly lowered himself to "recruit" Wang Xiaoming was, in part, to provoke Medea.

Then, relying on the Command Spell to establish an "invincible" position, they fought against the Magecraft of the Age of Gods, constantly verifying and refining their Magecraft in the process.

Kayneth believes that this invaluable experience will be a huge help in his future breakthrough to the [Grand] rank.

Even at the risk of one's life.

Boom!!!

Looking at Kayneth, who was once again engulfed in dust, Medea's anger, which had previously surfaced in her eyes, had completely vanished, and a hint of praise for Kayneth even flashed in her calm gaze.

Although Medea was indignant about Kayneth's repeated attempts to poach her employees, it didn't stop her from having a high opinion of him:

--genius

Kayneth's thoughts naturally did not escape Medea's notice. Under other circumstances, Medea might even have been willing to give him some pointers on the path of magic, but unfortunately...

With the help of her detection Magecraft, Medea could easily observe the situation on another battlefield. Although it was not obvious, Saber, whose left hand was sealed, was undoubtedly at a disadvantage compared to Diarmuid, who had already unleashed his twin swords.

If this continues, and Saber is defeated...