Hearing Gwyn’s words, Artoria decisively retreated with the Knights of the Round Table and Irisviel to the ship.
She also ordered Galahad to deploy his Noble Phantasm, “Already Distant Utopia,” for defense.
“Lancer, is that person’s Magecraft attack that strong? We actually have to respond like this.”
Irisviel asked, somewhat confused.
Having just witnessed Artoria instantly kill Lancelot, she already realized the power of this King Arthur was far beyond what a conventional Servant could match.
Yet, at this moment, she was adopting a posture as if facing a formidable enemy.
Mordred was displeased: “Do not question Father’s decision!”
Irisviel explained, feeling aggrieved: “I was just a little curious…”
“You will know if you keep watching. And that is not Magecraft; it is Magic.”
Artoria rarely offered explanations, though her gaze never shifted from the battlefield.
“Magic?!” Irisviel’s beautiful eyes widened.
Magecraft and Magic were on completely different levels; simply put, one was in the heavens while the other was on the ground.
The Einzbern Family’s lifelong pursuit was to achieve the Third Magic—the Materialization of the Soul.
Now, a Magician capable of using Magic had suddenly appeared?!
Theoretically, there were only five Magicians in the whole world at most, each mastering the First through the Fifth Magic.
Could one of them actually appear in this Holy Grail War?!
Which Magic user was he?
Irisviel’s curiosity grew wildly.
…
“Maiya, retreat immediately.”
“Judging by the performance of Lancer and the others, the attacks of the two Heroic Spirits on the field are likely to have a very large area of effect.”
After leaving a monitor behind, Emiya Kiritsugu retreated along the predetermined route.
“Yes!” Maiya Hisau performed the same action.
The Fanatic glanced at her a few times, finding no trace of a command spell and sensing very little magical energy.
She then turned into a shadow and moved away from the battlefield in another direction.
She had gone to probe the Tohsaka Family yesterday and knew better than anyone how terrifying Gwyn was.
Seeing that the opponent was about to get serious, she naturally dared not linger near the battlefield.
…
When Iskandar arrived in the sky driving the Gordius Wheel, he discovered that there were already people here.
Gilgamesh sat on the Vimana, scanned Iskandar and his Master, Waver, indifferently, and then paid them no further attention.
“I am the Conqueror King, Iskandar. Who are you?” Iskandar asked with a hearty laugh. Enjoying the story? Read on at g.com.
Gilgamesh didn’t even give him a glance: “That I allow the likes of you mongrels to share the same sky with me is already a great tolerance. How dare you push your luck and attempt to ask for this King’s true name?”
“Oh? You are a King as well?” Iskandar didn’t care about his hostile tone; instead, he became interested.
“This King has no interest in playing around with you mongrels. Do not disturb my mood.” Gilgamesh couldn’t be bothered to pay attention, driving the Vimana to another, better vantage point.
Meanwhile, Archer and his Master were also watching everything from a tall building over ten kilometers away.
…
“Xing!”
Flames erupted on the spiral spear, and as the flames quickly dissipated, it had transformed into the form of a staff.
Gwyn held the spiral staff above his head to cast a spell, and a point of golden light emerged, illuminating the port that had returned to darkness after Gawain sheathed his sword.
[Light of Radiance], a simple light spell, capable of illuminating even the Underworld shrouded in death.
After casting the light spell above his head, Gwyn strode toward Morgan.
“???”
At this moment, question marks appeared over the heads of the crowd watching the battle.
What the hell?
Are you kidding me?
A mage actively charging into melee combat?
Before they could think, Gwyn had already rushed in front of Morgan, sweeping his staff horizontally.
A blue soul blade quickly emerged, over forty meters long and half a meter wide, and with a “whoosh,” it slashed out.
[Great Soul Sword], a must-learn divine skill for mages, wielding a forty-meter greatsword to slash people—it was both cool and powerful—at least, that was what Gwyn believed.
Morgan ducked with extreme proficiency to dodge it.
But the surrounding shipping containers were not as lucky; as the blade swept past, they were all sliced into five pieces.
After dodging the attack, Morgan backhanded her great spear and slammed it down heavily.
Gwyn casually took a step back to evade, and the great spear crashed into the ground, making the already pitted ground even worse.
Gwyn nodded secretly and said: “A melee mage is the only true mage.”
“I only became a melee mage because I believed your nonsense back then!”
A trace of reminiscence flashed across Morgan’s beautiful face, hidden by a black veil, but it quickly disappeared as she raised her great spear and began to channel magical energy into it.
A huge blue magic blade emerged from the tip of the spear, rapidly extending to over a hundred meters, even larger than Gwyn’s, and it was still growing.
Gwyn recognized this move; it was one he had learned when he was in the Elden Ring World, which he had even modified himself.
It was called [Carian Greatsword].
He stood still, watching Morgan finish charging.
In the end, the four-hundred-meter greatsword slashed down vertically, splitting the entire port in two, and landed on the defensive barrier shrouding the cruise ship.
It caused [Already Distant Utopia] to dim, forcing Galahad to increase his magical output to resist.
Finally, it struck the sea, displacing a large amount of seawater to both sides, surging toward the shore to form a giant wave dozens of meters high, nearly submerging the split port. Follow the newest chapters on novelping.com.
Following closely, the second attack swept across, with the blade releasing a circular wave that spread in all directions, and the magical sword energy extended for thousands of meters before dissipating.
Now, all the shipping containers in the port were sliced into five pieces.
Gwyn took these two attacks, which were comparable to the release of an Anti-City A+ Noble Phantasm, head-on.
He glanced at his health bar, which had dropped by about ten percent, after all, he had a magic resistance buff on.
After taking these two hits, he was still standing there.
Because if it were the [Carian Greatsword] he taught, there should be a third diagonal slash.
That was something he had developed casually, which differed from the original version.
Just as he thought this, the third diagonal slash indeed whistled toward him.
All three attacks accurately struck the barrier protecting Gwyn and the Round Table Knights, and the third hit almost implicated Gilgamesh in the sky.
“Not bad, though without a buff, the damage isn’t much.”
Gwyn remarked while looking at his health bar, which had only lost a sliver, then leaped to another still-intact piece of ground, his gaze toward Morgan having completely changed.
Morgan slowly put away her great spear, looked at the unscathed Gwyn, and confirmed: “You really did hide other things besides not teaching me Crystal Magic.”
“What exactly is this white film?”
“This is an Incantation, from another school; it is not the same category as Magic.” Gwyn explained.
“As the saying goes, if you teach the apprentice everything, the Master will starve. I do like to keep an ace up my sleeve to prevent the apprentice from bullying the Master one day without any means of counterattack.”
“Do you want me to demonstrate the Carian Greatsword for you?”
As he spoke, Gwyn scanned his surroundings, looking at the port that was gradually sinking into the deep sea, and ultimately dismissed the idea of a live demonstration.
“Forget it, this venue is already a mess. Let’s wait for another opportunity to demonstrate it; otherwise, it won’t be easy to explain.”
“We can just explain it now by saying that a ship transporting gas leaked when it docked, and the subsequent explosion destroyed the port.”
Morgan also glanced around, remained silent for a moment, and then said: “I was already very restrained. It was just too fragile; it couldn’t even withstand this little attack. It has nothing to do with me.”
“Don’t worry about it; we’ll just continue our Holy Grail War.” Gwyn comforted her, then thought for a moment and added:
“We just need to fight. The people from the Mages Association who want to cover up the mystery have a lot more to consider.”
“That is something you would say.” Morgan detected a familiar feeling.
Using such a serious tone to say such unreliable and off-the-wall things, she was certain there was only one person in the world like this.
As for Merlin?
That guy wouldn’t dare act like this in front of her.
“So, do you still want to fight? I haven’t even finished my warm-up yet.”
Gwyn looked at the devastated port, feeling that if they wanted to continue fighting, they would have to move the battlefield to the sea.
Morgan seemed to have vented enough, her anger and resentment having dissipated significantly, and her rationality was gradually returning.
“No more fighting. You hid so many things without teaching me; it’s too bullying to fight.”
Morgan tidied up her hair, which had become messy from the recent battle, and then turned and walked away.