Magician in Type-Moon

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Bai Ruolong remained silent for a while, but her eyes grew sharper and sharper, reminiscent of the fangs of a wild beast.

He then calmly began to speak:

"This is my decision, and it has nothing to do with the Wandering Sea."

"Is that so?" The falcon shook its head in a human-like manner.

Then——

The wind howled and instantly turned into a localized storm, completely enveloping the street.

In the howling wind, the air seemed to be torn into countless tiny blades, and the shrill sound was like the low growl of a demon.

If we were to describe this disaster in terms of wind speed, its value would far exceed our imagination, resembling a heavy hammer blow from a raging god.

The cherry blossom trees lining the street were torn to pieces, and petals fluttered in the air with broken branches, like a pink meteor shower falling in the wind, accompanied by a loud lament.

"Crack!"

Buildings made of reinforced concrete were not spared either.

Some of the shorter buildings made terrible snapping sounds as they collapsed straight down.

The taller buildings creaked and groaned in the howling storm, their surfaces peeling away to reveal bare metal frames.

Amidst the howling wind, atop a towering building already teetering on the brink of collapse, Matou Ike looked up.

The fierce airflow felt like it was going to rip the hair off.

"Can this be achieved through pure mystery? It's an unbelievable scale. This is stronger than a normal Servant, isn't it? Where did this monster come from?"

Is this an attempt to intimidate us?

"Who knows? It feels like they're trying to wipe us out." Matou Ike shook his head. "Well, let's take advantage of this wind and hide for a while..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Matou Ike leaped into the raging wind and disappeared from the rooftop.

Medea curled her lip and followed closely behind.

A dozen seconds later, almost all the surface fabric on the street disappeared, and at the same time, the storm vanished as if it had never happened.

The surroundings were still shrouded in dust, with only the sky appearing blue.

Against the backdrop of the blue sky, the eagles flew down leisurely.

"You've cleaned it really well. I killed all those magicians who were watching you. You should thank me."

With these words, the raptor transformed into human form.

A woman in white.

It was just like a pure white flame.

On her shimmering skin, there was a pale pattern that resembled neither pigmentation nor a tattoo, making the woman look like a human-shaped flame.

Both wrists were shackled with rough chains, and a beautiful golden bell hung from her right ear.

“Mushiki, shouldn’t you be keeping an eye on that guy (Latio) right now? Why are you here with me…”

The teeth peeking out from between Bai Ruolong's lips resembled the fangs of a wild beast.

"That guy has already infiltrated the Clock Tower to negotiate, so the plan has changed. I can only come here to see if there's any way to stabilize the experiment."

The woman shrugged and said casually.

"Mushiki! Shut up!"

Faced with Bai Ruolong's threat to "shut up," Mushiki shrugged again.

"And you, this seemingly perfect experimental subject, and that material next to you might just meet my requirements, so I came here just to give it a try."

"You... bastard!"

Bai Ruolong's body bounced up.

A translucent organ, and a pair of translucent wings, the kind only seen in religious murals, stand tall.

However, its power is more like a demonic sword than wings.

The feathers, falling at an angle, tore large gashes in the remaining walls of the buildings amidst the ruins.

Reinforced concrete is less effective than paper under the cutting power of those wings.

but......

The woman, known as Mushiki, simply flicked away the chaotic and absurd attack from the tank's main gun with her shackles.

"Hahaha, how foolish. Is this all the work Wandering Sea can do?"

Then, Bai Ruolong flapped her wings five more times, a lightning-fast combo.

Modern magicians can only dream of such a feat; the fierce strikes stirred up a typhoon on the street.

However, the woman—Mushiki—used her shackles to block everything.

"Its power is not bad, but according to Western sayings, when there is no need for restraint, the older the thing, the stronger it is."

She said it with a smile, but then her tone suddenly changed:

"How dare you, with your counterfeit, be as ancient as I am?"

The chains extended out of the shackles.

The chains, several times longer than before, immediately bound Bai Ruolong's body, waving like an electric fan.

Swing it into the sky, accelerate it forcefully, and then slam it hard against the ground.

Ahead of the fall, the figure of the girl Akira was revealed.

The girl was flustered and didn't know what to do.

Bai Ruolong had no choice but to flap her wings violently, trying to forcibly move her body away to prevent herself from being smashed into the girl.

But under such intense impact and inertia, this behavior is practically no different from suicide.

A muffled thud was heard.

As the chains were slowly untied, Bai Ruolong was slammed onto the ground.

As a result of his resistance, he broke countless ribs, and even his translucent wings seemed to become bent.

"Hey, are you kidding me?"

The woman in white frowned.

"It's been a long time since I've played with anyone like this. No matter how fragile the mysterious may be, you can't be this weak, can you? I was hoping you could help me improve my mood."

Just as she was walking listlessly toward the girl Akira.

Bai Ruolong stood up again, a fierce crimson light flowing from his eyes like magma.

His eyes were filled with murderous intent.

"Dragon's Cage Shell - "

The wings changed color in a flash.

The wings, which were originally translucent, have become completely solidified due to the changes brought about by the "Ash Scorching Armor".

On the ethereal feathers, clear colors sprout, and their shapes become visible.

Another impression was also added to it.

Scales...

Countless feathers arced from either side of the floating youth, swarming towards the woman in white.

"Oh? That's really amazing. It seems that they actually succeeded at the Wandering Sea."

Mushiki tilted her head, raised her chin, revealing the blue tattoo on her neck, and the shackles on her hands creaked.

"Then, that's good!"

She reached out and with a single punch, blasted away the crimson feathers that resembled lava.

The fierce winds washed the earth clean.

All that remained were white, carbonized, and dried fragments.

Then, she propelled herself forward, fueled by the flames.

Every time there is close combat, the air is impacted.

It was like striking a giant bell.

For an ordinary magician, the aftershocks of the impact alone would be enough to knock him unconscious.

Whoosh! Bai Ruolong stomped her foot on the ground.

Mushiki also jumped up at the same time.

Two shadows were locked in combat in mid-air.

A thunderous roar echoed across the sky.

Each movement of their hands and feet tore through the atmosphere like lightning.

With a simple gesture, one can distort and madden the laws of nature.

"That's interesting!" the woman laughed happily.

It was like witnessing a beautiful flower bloom, "but it's not enough!"

The metal chains, like venomous snakes, began to spread from her handcuffs.

But the next moment——

"distortion!"

The atmosphere suddenly swirled, twisting into nothingness, tearing everything apart, and triggering collapse.

Mysterious strength and endurance are meaningless in the face of this nothingness.

The torn space is already a physical phenomenon.

Like the end of an aging, massive star, it not only devoured the surrounding air but also part of the street, and the nothingness continued to expand—like waking up from a dream, after which everything soon returned to its original state.

The spiral axis is established from the midpoint of the struggle in the sky.