Magician in Type-Moon

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then--

The shadow suddenly split.

It is not just divided into two.

It is not just divided into three.

—It is nine paths.

Nine menacing necks swayed in mid-air like broken black chains, and nine heads slowly rose.

Nine mouths, exhaling simultaneously.

The purplish-black poisonous gas spread like miasma, corroding the air throughout the arena.

Just by getting close, you can feel a burning sensation on your skin that makes you feel a dull ache.

“I can understand why Fim’s ship banquet ended up like this.”

Luvia I stared at the nine swaying black shadows and sighed softly.

"No, no, if you interpret it that way, it will give me a lot of trouble."

Van Fem leaned slightly forward from the top of the arena, his tone revealing a hint of helplessness.

But no matter how he tried to explain, the Luvia sisters knew perfectly well.

The origin of this monster is beyond doubt.

That was a monster in ancient Greek mythology, whose venom even Hercules suffered from.

Even modern science has recorded its name as the prototype of all multi-headed serpent legends.

Its name lingers like a shadow deep within the river of history.

Hydra.

Fantasy species.

Chapter 508 Absolute restraint

"Although I'd say I'm pretty tired of seeing it!"

Upon seeing the image appear on the round table, Isilid's growl exploded almost like that of a wild beast.

Are you tired of seeing it?

Van Fem tilted his head, his tone slightly teasing.

"How could I possibly get tired of seeing it! Do you know how much a specimen of a Hydra larva is worth at the Clock Tower? I consider myself quite knowledgeable about your ship's banquet, but just how many secrets are you hiding?!"

Faced with his malicious questioning, Isilid panted heavily as if he were being difficult.

Hydora—

Even as a mere juvenile of this monster, it would be enough to drive countless nobles and scholars of the magic world mad. Not to mention the living, breathing individuals engaged in battle right before our eyes in the arena.

Just being able to witness this scene is an irreplaceable honor.

Even if this Hydra is not a pure mythical remnant, but a product of Van Fem and his men's recreation—no, that's precisely why it's even more valuable.

"Of course, this is just the 'Hydra' that I recreated, and it should be different from the individuals that Hercules fought."

Van Fem pressed down on his top hat and gave Bai Ruolong a meaningful glance.

That glance seemed to ask:

—You even know this?

Matouchi remained silent.

He was mentally calculating the current distribution of chips:

Isilid, 700. Alette, 1000. Matouchi, 2200. Van Fem, 1800. Shiroro, 6500.

Bai Ruolong's advantage is overwhelming.

To turn the tide of the battle, not only must you win the final fight, but you must also accurately predict the direction of the bets.

But if Bai Ruolong also guessed correctly, then—

Our side will have no hope of victory.

at this time--

"Please place your bets."

The dealer's cold announcement broke the brief silence.

.........

Medea stood in the corridor of the Death Line Joy Ship, and had not moved an inch since leaving Matouchi.

"It really is the Origin Bullet... and it's at the Noble Phantasm level."

She murmured softly, her gaze falling on her still slightly trembling hands.

That was not just a simple magical costume, but an attack that distorted the rules at the conceptual level—for a magician, it could almost be called absolute lethality.

Origin Missile.

The more powerful a person's magic circuits are, the more completely they will be shattered by it, leaving no trace of their foundation.

This might not be an insurmountable obstacle for Heroic Spirits, or even for Matou Ike, who currently wields power.

However, if the "grid" of this bullet has been elevated to the level of a Noble Phantasm, then the situation is different.

This is no longer just a weapon, but a phenomenon.

As a symbol of the "magician killer," it conceptually establishes absolute restraint over magicians—that is the rule.

The moment it shot towards Matou Pond, Medea's reaction was faster than a human's.

No thinking, no hesitation.

Her magic activated, forcibly teleporting herself onto the trajectory of the bullet just before it hit.

—Then, I got shot.

Logically, everything should have ended here.

But she still stands here; she has not been completely erased.

It was not a miracle, but a calculation.

The moment the Origin Bullet struck, she completely stopped the operation of all the magic circuits in her body.

Because the "Origin Bullet" is a conceptual weapon targeting magic circuits, it will only have a lethal effect when magic is flowing.

But to do that under those circumstances was nearly impossible.

After all, heroic spirits are beings that rely on magic to survive.

His body was constantly filled with magic, sustaining him as easily as he breathed.

The burden of suddenly bringing magic power from rapid circulation to complete stillness, even for just a moment, is unimaginable.

Moreover, this is not a simple suppression of magic, but rather a way to instantly transform oneself into a "mortal" without a path, forcefully avoiding this fatal blow.

Even if one survives, this approach is by no means without its costs—

Medea clenched her fists, breathing slightly heavily, feeling the emptiness brought on by the magic that had not yet returned to its flow.

.........

The dealer stared at the 3D image appearing on the round table and said in a unchanged tone:

"Although some minor issues arose during the process, all bets have been confirmed."

She reached out and touched the image, as if pressing some kind of switch.

"Now, let's officially begin the third game? The final battle."

The same sound must have come from the arena at the same time.

—Then, the battle broke out.

Hydra launched the first fierce attack.

Its massive body crawled close to the ground, its neck suddenly elongating; this single movement resembled a sharp thrust launched by a fencer.

Three enormous heads suddenly emerged and slammed down on Luvia I and Luvia II at an astonishing speed, aiming straight for their skulls, as if to devour them instantly.

A close call.

"—!"

The two golden figures reacted almost simultaneously, like the two poles of a magnet, pushed in opposite directions by an invisible force field.

—That's amazing motion aesthetics.

Their steps were fluid and elegant, with the dynamism of ballet and modern gymnastics; every dodge was like a meticulously choreographed dance.

Unfortunately, this was not a stage, but a battlefield.

Hydra moved faster than anyone imagined.

Instead of retracting its initial three heads, it launched another attack. The fourth head suddenly thrust out, heading straight for Luvia I's side, while the first three heads relentlessly pursued, attempting to create blind spots as she maneuvered.

Luvia I had no choice but to leap up, its body spinning in mid-air, drawing an arc like a god descending.

—This is just like the somersault she performed during the Flying Dragon battle.

The instant she leaped up, she brought her two fingers together, releasing a massive amount of black magic.

boom--!

A dark purple curse surged forth, aimed directly at the hydra's head—but was effortlessly deflected by its mysterious scales.

The curse of modern magicians, as expected, cannot shake this level of fantasy.

Luvia II watched this unfold, her eyes narrowing slightly, and the gem in her hand suddenly gleamed.

"Fünfzehn, Kind der Erde! (Fifteen Wheels, Child of the Earth!)"

Several rubies flew from her fingertips and landed at the feet of the Hydra.