Clearly, a certain Heroic Spirit had launched an attack on the place where his teacher was. At this moment, the boy clenched his fist. If his magecraft teacher was in trouble, how could he not go to help? The boy hurriedly put on his shoes and was about to leave the house when he froze for a moment, suddenly remembering that humans were almost no match for Heroic Spirits.
This meant that even if he rushed out now, he wouldn't be of much help, and might even put himself in danger!
The Senji boy couldn't help but turn his head to look at his family's ancestor. After all, fighting other Heroic Spirits mainly relied on his ancestor. Senji Muramasa revealed a smile, though this smile was somewhat meaningful.
"I thought you were planning to use your physical body to fight against other Heroic Spirits. A fool so hot-blooded that he's ready to rush straight out. I didn't expect that such people still exist in this era... But I don't hate it."
Senji Muramasa took two steps forward, then gently raised an eyebrow at his descendant, who was also his Master. "What are you still standing there for? Let's go. Don't tell me you really intend to fight a Heroic Spirit alone? Even if you want to court death, there should be a limit. Although this old man is just a blacksmith, occasionally I can get serious and give it a go."
A look of joy appeared on the Senji boy's face, and he nodded. Senji Muramasa shook his head looking at the boy's foolish expression. Truly a child.But living in such an era, it shouldn't be a problem to be a little hot-blooded.
This era is much more peaceful than the one I lived in.
On the other side, Napoleon had finally lured Berserker out of the residential area. The cannons that had been fired occasionally could finally be blasted directly into Berserker's face. To be honest, Napoleon truly looked down on Berserker's practice of forcefully attacking without regard for ordinary people. After all, he was a hero in life; even if he became a Berserker, he should still have some self-awareness as a hero.
Whether it was due to his Master or his own nature, this kind of behavior was somewhat shameful.
After sensing the attacks on his body becoming stronger, Berserker became increasingly irritable. The skeleton-like undead soldiers around him also became more manic. The cannons in Napoleon's hands continuously fired shells into the sky, and these shells fell from the air like hail, smashing one undead soldier after another into fragments.
But it seemed this method couldn't change the status quo at all. Those undead soldiers were Berserker's Noble Phantasm. As long as Berserker didn't die and had enough magical energy, these undead soldiers could crawl out from underground time and time again. And unfortunately, the current Berserker seemed to have much stronger recovery abilities than during the night battle.
Did this Berserker naturally have strong recovery abilities during the day, or did he receive help from someone else during this time?
In any case, this seemed to have become an unsolvable problem. At least relying on Napoleon alone might not be enough to eliminate this Berserker. Although he could turn the impossible into possible, difficulty was still difficulty. I'm afraid I'll have to ask my Master to use a Command Spell again.
Anyway, let's just drag the Berserker here for now.After all, Berserker's actions are equivalent to violating the rules of the Holy Grail War.Someone else should come here soon to cooperate in the battle.Having lured this guy out of the residential area, I can be considered to have done the preliminary work perfectly, right?
Meanwhile, on a road leading to this battlefield, the Witch of Britain, who was silently advancing, raised her head. Under the cover of her cloak and black veil, no one noticed the witch slightly curving the corners of her mouth. This witch had already discovered the anomaly around her.
To dare use illusions in front of a Great Witch like her, they truly have guts.
Morgan turned around directly and extended her hand in a certain direction. After raising her hand to reveal that slender wrist and jade-like palm, the witch simply squeezed that delicate hand fiercely. Magical energy gathered in the center of her palm like blood, and then, as if directly squeezed to bursting, flowed out through her fingers like blood.
It was like crushing a heart.
A person wearing a green suit staggered out of the alley, clutching his chest. His face showed a look of surprise. It was rare to encounter the Master of King Arthur, a Master they hadn't investigated. So he wanted to try setting a trap with illusions to see if he could kill her directly. But unexpectedly, not long after the illusion was implemented, his heart was crushed instead.
Such strength... as expected of the magus who remained hidden until the end in my investigation.No!What I should be thinking about now isn't this, but that this magus's strength is so powerful that she doesn't seem like an existence of this era at all!
Especially when this magus just launched an attack, that magical energy brought a fluctuation that only existed in the distant ancient times. It's not just that the magic circuits in each region are different. With the gradual fading of the Age of Gods, there is less and less magical energy in the atmosphere. Magi's magecraft also changes generation by generation. Therefore, magi of different eras still have different magecraft habits and characteristics.
As the magic formula created by that man, they could be considered somewhat learned. He could certainly recognize the magecraft characteristics on these people. So, besides that magus who created the artificial god, is the guy in front of him also a magus left over from the Age of Gods?
The reason this guy regarded Aslan as a magus was mainly because Aslan mastered Fairy Letters. Saying he was a magus was not wrong at all. In some articles in the Clock Tower, many magi also referred to Aslan as a Fairy Letter User, though more often as "that demon."
"Who are you?"
The humanoid existence wearing the green suit stood up straight. At this moment, the injury of the broken heart had been recovered by him. Strictly speaking, he didn't have a heart; he just added some specious things into his body when simulating a human.
Although he suffered some damage, it was not fatal at all. After all, how much damage could be caused to something that didn't exist?
Morgan looked at the guy in front of her whose aura was extremely strange, the arc of her mouth cold. "It's interesting that you attacked me without knowing who I am. What arrogant confidence!"