Magician in Type-Moon

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He continued:

"No matter what you say next, I won't be distracted anymore. Just wait about a minute, and those guys you hypnotized with your suggestion magic should wake up. That will be your death day!"

Faced with Balzan's threat, Weber simply smiled with a hint of relief.

"If that's the case, then that would be wonderful!"

Snapped!

A crisp snap of the fingers instantly rang out.

Weber did use language to distract Balzan, but not to draw his attention away from Melvin and onto himself. Instead, he wanted Balzan to focus all his attention on Melvin!

Although Balzan had focused his magic eye spell on Melvin, who was close to the main position of the spiritual vein, from the moment he appeared, his attention was also wandering between the two of them.

Only when Balzan's attention is focused on one person can the other person use their own magic to connect with the magic runes that Melvin inscribed at the three secondary ley lines.

This step had to be done by Weber himself.

Because this was a plan devised in a short period of time, there was no time to explain it, nor was there an opportunity to establish a shared perception magic to inform Melvin of all this.

This plan can only be carried out by feeling, by "the feeling of running over it with a wheel".

It's now!

Seize this moment; it's the perfect time to enter the market!

"Destroy! Pollute! Destabilize!"

Weber chanted the incantation in a low voice, his voice seemingly resonating with the earth's veins.

With a snap of his fingers, the secondary ley line node beside the guard was instantly activated. The magic runes that Melvin had previously inscribed bloomed like venomous snakes, emanating distorted magical energy fluctuations from the node.

The earth began to tremble violently, and the balance of the spiritual veins completely collapsed under the disturbance of the curse seal.

Although they couldn't completely destroy the entire ritual site, they could at least briefly disrupt its order!

The air was filled with the hissing of shattered barriers, intertwined with chaotic magical winds, as if announcing the liberation of something forbidden.

The entire workshop shook violently, the runes on the walls began to twist, and the protective barrier gradually collapsed, emitting a sharp and piercing sound, like strings being torn apart.

The magical energy surged wildly through the spiritual veins, and the light patterns, like countless shattered mirrors, broke apart in the air into dazzling afterimages.

This ruin is like a giant beast that has been sleeping for a long time, slowly opening its eyes.

What is the greatest mystery hidden in this ruin?

As far as a tomb is concerned, the answer is self-evident.

—Evil spirits.

As the barrier collapsed, the evil spirits that had been suppressed deep within the spiritual veins surged out like a tide.

Twisted vengeful spirits and lost ancient creatures wandered the air like ghosts, uttering whispers that pierced the soul.

Their shapes were indistinct, some like elongated afterimages, others like monsters formed from condensed mist—each one shrouded in indescribable pain and madness.

Melvin, whose body was gradually regaining his control, suddenly grinned, his tone revealing a morbid excitement: "Oh, Weber, we've really hit rock bottom this time."

In an instant, the guards, who had been under the spell of the magic hypnosis, were also awakened by the sudden tremor.

But the moment they regained consciousness!

What awaited them was a hellish scene.

The aftershocks of the collapsing barrier swept through like a storm, and the shadowy figures of evil spirits twisted and tumbled in the air.

Those guards, who were supposed to maintain order and protect the spiritual vein nodes, were completely thrown off balance by the sudden shock and chaotic magic in a short moment.

The figures of evil spirits floated around them, relentlessly closing in.

The faces of several guards were completely distorted into expressions of terror. Before some could even react, they were silently entangled by the tentacles of the evil spirit.

"Ughh ...

A scream shattered the silence. The guard's body seemed to be thrown into a furnace and burst into flames, but this was the agony of his soul being burned.

There were no visible injuries on his body, but the light in his eyes had been extinguished in an instant, and he collapsed to the ground like a dried-out paper doll.

Another guard tried to draw his gun to fight back, but found that the bullets could not penetrate the evil spirits that roamed between the material and spiritual realms.

His hands began to tremble, and the muzzle of the gun shook so much that he could barely aim.

With a snap, he even missed a bullet in his panic.

The sudden collapse caused Balzan's expression to change drastically, and he roared, "What have you done?!"

"I merely disrupted the balance of the spiritual veins, allowing evil to flourish. All your spells imitate the forms of monarchs, but this is Babylon, not London. By destroying a few blind spots, it will turn out like this."

"As long as we abandon fixed ideas, there will be many opportunities to take advantage of them."

Weber's voice, slightly indifferent, pierced through the flames and shadows as he continued:

"And from the beginning I felt something was strange. Although you are only a third-rate magician, your combat ability is much stronger than the two of us because of your magic eyes."

"But when you arrived here, you only used the Mystic Eye to restrain Melvin and did not do anything else. Logically speaking, as a magician who is good at magic battles, you should not only have the Mystic Eye as an offensive spell. So I have come to a conclusion and a question."

Weber paused for a moment, then asked, seemingly puzzled.

"Your magic power is severely depleted right now, Balzan. So where did all that magic go?"

"Weber, have you changed? Like, have you lost your virginity or something?"

Melvin suddenly spoke up, completely breaking Webber Velvet's composure, who was still maintaining the air of a seasoned magician.

He was so handsome this once, was it easy for him?

And what kind of person would ask such a nonsensical question at such a crucial moment?!

"Shut up, Melvin! The current trouble isn't completely over yet!"

"What should we do, Waver? Neither of us should be able to fight, so this is enough."

Melvin said, "I'm just giving up."

"Hmph, his eyes can only select one of us because of insufficient magic. In this situation, even if we don't have offensive magic, we still have our physical bodies, right? We can just fight hand-to-hand!"

Before Melvin could protest, Weber took off his shirt, revealing his physique, which had undergone months of rigorous training since the end of the Holy Grail War.

Then he grabbed Melvin's arm and flung him toward Balzan, before lunging forward toward Balzan in a single stride.

The king has been cast off!

Just roll it over with a wheel!

Just like that man, just like his king!

Even if you've reached a point where there's no way to reverse the situation, as long as your body still exists, you must squander it and whip it. This is the path to conquest!

The moment Melvin was sent flying backward, Balzan's vision was blocked, and without X-ray vision, he was unable to lock onto Webber's figure.

A punch imbued with enhanced physical strength was unleashed with a sudden burst of power!

It had a close encounter with Balzan's nose.

Blood gushed out of his nasal cavity like rain.

At the same time, Weber also came into Balzan's sights.

The stopping technique is activated rapidly from the point of gaze of the demon eye.

After landing his first punch, Webber instantly froze in place.

It's ok.

Since Melvin, who had been thrown over, had already started moving, even though he came from a magical noble family and wasn't good at hand-to-hand combat, what reason did he have not to follow his best friend who had already taken action?

All you have to do is swing your fist!

He can do anything Weber can do!

The scene of the three fighting was rather gruesome.

He was clearly a magician, but at this moment he looked like a street thug fighting.

Even the weakest of them all, the silver-haired youth Melvin, looked more like a street urchin, throwing punches while muttering nonsense.

While language can sometimes be a double-edged sword, Melvin's target was his own teammate.

"Oh, Weber, I didn't know you had an exhibitionist fetish. So, did you really lose your virginity?"

"This kind of thing is irrelevant, okay! Besides, I think I underestimated this guy's fighting ability. In hand-to-hand combat, the two of us don't seem to be a match for him!!!"

Webber responded with a roar, and then headbutted Balzan, but was dodged instantly and instead took a kick from Balzan, sending him flying.

Just as he was about to get up and rush over again.

A question brimming with wicked humor came from the passageway leading to the outside world not far away.

"I didn't expect to encounter something so interesting so soon after arriving. I'm also very interested in this topic. So, Weber, what's the state of your virginity? Are you still a virgin?"

Chapter 309 Distortion

Matouike, like a raven, coldly observed the chaos spreading under the twisted demonic eye, silently traversing the blood-stained and distorted hellish scene.

Shortly after Barzan left, he heard noises coming from deeper within the ruins.

The spiritual veins seem to have fallen into a temporary state of imbalance.

A scorching aura of magic swirled around him, as if burning with invisible flames, but he remained unmoved, as if he were in a cold world.

Following the magical traces left by Balzan, Matou Ike soon found the ritual site deep underground.

He had just reached the entrance when he witnessed an interesting scene.

The three magicians, who should have been engaged in a magical duel, instead started a hand-to-hand combat session involving fists and feet.

There's nothing wrong with that. When people are desperate, it's perfectly normal to choose to trust their own bodies.

But when he heard those words, Matou Ike, who was carefully observing the ceremony site, suddenly became interested.

He was also curious to know whether the man named Weber Velvet, who would later become the Lord of the Clock Tower, had lost his virginity.

But what was rather uninteresting was that after he asked that question, all the magicians present, except for the one who was constantly vomiting blood, stopped what they were doing.

"What's wrong, Weber? Your body is trembling. Did you exert too much force just now?"