Magician in Type-Moon

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When her gaze finally shifted from the trajectory of the blade to Spin, she realized what had already happened.

The crimson slash line shimmered in the darkness; that seemingly ordinary wound was evidence that Spencer had been slashed in the side of his abdomen by a sword.

The protection of the Moon Spirit Marrow Armor proved utterly ineffective, as it was cleaved open from the front by the imposter's sword, leaving a crack in the armor from which blood gushed out.

“Spin!” Reines cried out almost instinctively, but her voice was swallowed by the firelight underground.

"Aaaaaah!" Spin roared violently, seemingly in extreme pain, yet his eyes flashed with anger and determination.

Without hesitation, he launched a counterattack. Despite being covered in blood, he fought with all his might, desperately trying to control the muscles around his nerves and blood vessels to slow the bleeding.

His hands wielded mercury claws, their extremely sharp claws dancing in the air as he pounced on the imposter with lightning speed.

Spin's bestial magic merges with El-Melloi's Supreme Armor, giving each claw the power and speed to cut through steel and even harm spirits.

All of this seemed to be entirely within the imposter's calculations.

Her blade once again caught Spin's lunge with perfect accuracy, and with a deft flick, she deflected the mercury claws.

The seemingly effortless movement caused Spencer to suddenly lose his balance, stagger, and almost lose his footing.

However, the imposters' response did not stop there.

She calmly dodged the crystal mayfly magic bullets launched from all directions, and even easily neutralized all the attacks with a few short, high-frequency divine incantations.

This performance made Reines' heart race. She finally realized that the imposter in front of her was not just a magician, but an outstanding warrior who had experienced the baptism of ancient battlefields and possessed physical and mental qualities and combat experience far beyond ordinary people.

“…………!” Reines felt heavy-hearted, realizing that this battle would be more difficult than she had imagined.

Just then, the imposter's sword clashed with the Mercury Claw again, producing a sharp metallic clang.

Her voice was as loud as a morning bell, echoing in every corner of the underground.

"...He's quite an interesting fellow."

Her gaze was sharp, her words clear and penetrating, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.

At that moment, Reines sensed the imposter's state of mind—she wasn't troubled by the pressure of the battle, but rather enjoying the challenge.

Every movement and every word she uttered seemed like a casual praise of the battle.

"In the past, during the Eastern Expedition, I also encountered magicians who allowed their animalistic instincts to manifest. Hmm, the sorcerers of the Indus River are quite formidable. It would have been much more difficult if that little brat hadn't been leading the way. Haha, the local specialty wine he brought as a souvenir was delicious. My king got completely drunk because of it, and it caused quite a bit of trouble later."

Her voice was very loud and clear. In the ancient battlefields without communication technology, that would have been an indispensable quality for a general.

Reines adjusted the Moon Spirit Fluid surrounding Spin, while recalling a certain legend.

According to historical records, during Alexander the Great's eastern expedition, the young soldier who led the way was none other than Chandragupta Maurya, who later established the Mauryan dynasty in ancient India. Fragments of the foundation of the world occasionally emerge in such anecdotes.

Therefore, the current realm record tape...

"So, that's what I did back then."

The imposter's voice escaped her lips, casually, as if she had just mentioned not a life-or-death duel, but merely a casual chat with a friend.

Immediately afterwards, Reines' eyelids twitched slightly, but she remained completely unresponsive.

She felt as if her body was being pressed heavily onto a cold stone slab, unable to move.

In that instant, Reines could feel a cold magic permeating every inch of her skin; it was the forceful magic eye, an irresistible pressure.

Despite her heightened sense of vigilance, her body was firmly held captive by this magic, as if her very soul were bound by those eyes.

She felt its power and precision, as if an invisible hand had completely controlled her, easily twisting her free will.

Spin was also unable to escape. Although he was already in a state of enhanced beast magic and mercury armor, he was still bound by that power. The powerful suppression made it impossible for him to move.

Even the most powerful magicians seem to have no choice but to succumb to such mysterious abilities.

"What a pity. What a pity." The imposter murmured softly, his tone devoid of any sarcasm, only a heartfelt regret.

"If you experience at least another ten or twenty battles, you should be able to hold out a little longer. If you stay in your brother's unit for another six months, you can grow into someone who can handle even small-scale battles."

Her words were not just empty words of comfort, but a genuine lament born from her own experience.

She knew the cruelty of battle and the necessity of practical experience. For Reines and Spence, the accumulation of experience might be the most fatal weakness.

However, before she could finish speaking, she suddenly stopped—her gaze turned to Spence's back, and then to a figure beside Reines.

"I consider this to be one of the modern responses."

The sound was crisp and clear, like a string being gently plucked in the air.

Reines's gaze was drawn to that familiar light. Orange in front of her slowly brushed her long hair aside and smiled slightly.

Her eyes shone with a light unlike any other, a piercing and precise light.

"--In terms of the level of the Mystic Eyes alone, it's nothing special."

"Impersonator said in a low voice, with a hint of disdain in his tone."

"Yes. But you're not 'having any thoughts of taking action' right now, are you?"

Orange shrugged, her tone slightly teasing.

Reines wasn't staring directly into Orange's eyes at that moment, but rather sensing a sophisticated operation within the magic emanating from her.

Her magic eye was constructed in an instant, surpassing any magic she had ever seen before.

Orange's Magic Eye is not simply an ordinary magic trick, but an innovation that combines modern technology.

Her magic eye, just like a camera lens, contains intricate "lenses" inside.

Reines gasped, if her guess was correct.

Orange's Magic Eye has more than one or two lenses; it has over twenty lenses working together, each with a specific task to enhance the Magic Eye's precision.

In this way, Orange's magic eye surpassed the imposter's magic eye, thus successfully suppressing the opponent's ability to move.

"Modern cameras and projectors generally use multiple lens elements. The focusing and correction work is distributed among different lens groups, and by superimposing the images, a higher-performance lens is formed."

Orange explained casually, with a hint of pride in her tone, "I tried to virtually construct lenses inside the Magic Eye, just like modern science. It's nothing special; lenses are also placed inside the eyeball when treating glaucoma and cataracts."

However, despite her seemingly confident demeanor and her gaze down at her feet, a hint of helplessness and exhaustion appeared on Orange's face.

"This is really a headache. I didn't completely block the attack either."

She spoke softly, a hint of confusion in her voice. She felt her magic was becoming unstable, even unable to function smoothly.

Although she stopped the imposter's actions with her magic eye, she herself was paralyzed.

Not only were the imposters' movements blocked by the Demon Eye, but Orange herself was also unable to escape.

Her magic eye and the swarm of crystal mayflies were forcibly bound, and all her support magic failed instantly. The swarm of crystal mayflies fell to the ground and turned to dust.

Then, another magician slowly nodded behind the imposter.

Hartres lightly raised a finger and effortlessly touched the imposter's back, dispelling the unsettling effect of the demonic eye. Orange clicked her tongue softly, a slight smile playing on her lips, seemingly unsurprised by this turn of events.

"Tsk! It seems you've already investigated what happened in Guanbuzi City, haven't you?" she muttered softly, her tone laced with provocation and a hint of resentment.

The imposter ignored her complaints and gently tapped the blade of his sword, producing a crisp sound.

"Alright, since you're so willing, why don't I just use this sword to cut off your head, or would it be better to order you to commit suicide? After all, the scope of issuing orders is very broad, and if the instructions are too complicated, you might take the opportunity to set up new traps."

"It is truly an honor to receive such high praise from you."

Orange smiled calmly, seemingly unconcerned about the deadly situation she faced.

"As a magician, I'm perfectly content with just this. Quickly cut off my head." Her voice was light and airy, as if she weren't flustered in the face of death's invitation.

Just as the imposter raised her sword slightly, Hartres interrupted, disrupting the impending decision: "Impersonator, don't kill her."

“This is a trap.” Hartres’s tone was calm and unwavering. “Aozaki Touko holds an ace in her hand that she can activate with her own death. If we kill her here, we’ll all probably die together.”

The imposter stopped abruptly, the sound of the sword scraping against the air ceased, and the surrounding atmosphere froze instantly. Orange sighed softly.

"Tsk! It seems you've already investigated Guanbuzi City." Her words carried a hint of disdain, yet couldn't hide the sarcasm directed at Hartres's meticulous investigation.

"As a magician, it is a rare honor to witness the superb skills of a Grand Magician."

Hartres spoke slowly.

"Although it's a bit of a waste to use up the incantation energy, there's nothing we can do about it if it's used on such exquisite magic."

Orange curled her lip and said, "Tch."

She didn't waste any more time on this, her tone returning to normal as she coldly asked, "Your goal isn't to destroy this place, is it?"

At this moment, although the whole situation seemed extremely tense, Orange's attitude showed no anxiety at all, but rather as if she was enjoying a thoughtful conversation.

She seemed to be saying: Since we've already clashed, why not discuss it further and exchange words again?

"If your goal is truly to destroy this place, then using that tank to wreak havoc on the entire area would be enough."

Orange said casually:

"Among modern magicians, there are very few who can contend with such powerful Noble Phantasms, let alone when facing the mythical age chariots that are rampaging around. They are utterly powerless against them. Why don't you just do that directly instead of going to Albion?"

Why do you think so?

Hartres' response was brief and shrewd, his smile carrying an almost innocent air, a smile devoid of any malice, yet elusive.

Orange answered slowly:

“It was the same just now. If you just wanted to get rid of us, you could have simply crushed us with that chariot. The fact that you didn’t do that clearly indicates a lack of magic power… This is undoubtedly one of the contributing factors, but I still think that a simple matter of magic power is far from sufficient to explain your actions.”

She paused, then continued, "You still haven't answered my question about your disciple."

At that moment, a rare moment of silence flashed in Hartres's eyes.

"I heard that the Secret Corpse Dissection Bureau discovered a body today, which seems to be that of your disciple, Karl. My companion, Matou Ike, has his own explanation for that body."

Hartres remained silent for a long time, the silence like a heavy hammer pressing down on the air. Finally, he spoke:

"As expected, you two are truly terrifying, Aozaki Touko."

He sighed softly, a hint of melancholy in his voice. Then, he gave the order to the imposter, "Imposter, freeze her."

"Ok."

The imposter had clearly decided not to kill Orange, but she wasn't completely relaxed and began preparing to chant the incantation. Just then—

The scattered crystal mayflies on the ground all came back to life, and as they took flight, they shone like tiny stars, emitting a strange light.

These mayflies rapidly split into more complex forms, then projected a huge light and shadow image onto the ground, which was extremely impressive.

"You've shown me some good stuff, so I should return the favor," Orange murmured, her tone revealing an undeniable confidence.