Magician in Type-Moon

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"Chew them up!"

"Turn them into the foundation of the dragon's lair!"

......

Different roars, but conveying the same meaning!

Tiamat, the Mother of Dragons, now only wants to crush the obstacles in her path.

Peel off their shells and suck out the nutrients inside!

The dragon heads, who originally had different ideas and even some scheming against each other, achieved a high degree of unity in their inner goals at this moment.

The largest, crimson dragon head stretched its neck straight up into the sky.

It stretched its body length infinitely, even beyond the limits of the flesh, as magic power concentrated on the dragon head.

Repairing the damage to flesh and blood caused by excessive stretching.

It's just like...

Noah's son Nimrod once led the people to build a tall tower.

They said, “Come, let us build a city and a tower with its top in the heavens, so that we may make a name for ourselves and not be scattered throughout the world.”

They fired bricks and used them as stones.

They also used lacquer as plaster, which came from seawater and spring water from Shinar.

It took them forty-three years to build the city and the tower.

The tower is 203 bricks wide.

Each brick is three times its height in length.

The tower's height is 5433 cubits and 2 palms.

It was a tower that reached to the heavens, standing beyond the sky, a realm even Jehovah could not govern.

Tower of Babel.

......

At this moment, the crimson dragon head has broken through the constraints of the atmosphere and stretched towards the top of the sky.

The air content had been compressed below the limit due to the concentration of magic, becoming thin.

The flesh and blood of the crimson head proliferated wildly, and the massive cervical vertebrae could no longer support the weight that reached the sky.

The enormous size of its body, exceeding its physical limits, caused its own bones to begin to give way, and even the sturdy dragon bones were gradually collapsing.

The other four dragon heads, having poured all their magic into the Crimson Head, appeared listless and weak.

Above the atmosphere, the crimson dragon greedily ingested the mana that filled the air.

That was almost limitless magic.

He swallowed greedily, completely disregarding the decay of his body.

It's even possible to leave it alone; it will simply walk into collapse on its own.

It was too fast; the other side's actions caught us completely off guard.

The Chaldeans dared not make a move at this moment, because the monstrous body had reached its critical point.

The slightest interference could lead to unpredictable disaster.

Magic will transform into meteors that tear the earth apart, the oceans will begin to roar and engulf the world, and the gales and thunder will not stand idly by.

This singularity will perish here, and the resulting impact will plunge the already blank history of pan-humanity back into burning.

This was a foreseeable disaster, especially under Gilgamesh's watchful eyes.

Now we have no choice but to surrender, and we can only gamble that the other side did not act in order to destroy the world.

Fujimaru Ritsuka gripped the Ea sword tightly with one hand, while the manicured nails of her other hand dug deep into her flesh.

Slowly, slowly, slowly...

at last!

Just like in the myth, the Tower of Babel met its ultimate end:

"Earthquakes and lightning continued to destroy the walls that had long been cracked by the sun, the bricks began to crumble, and the internal structure had long since become a pile of ruins."

"Jehovah finally blew down the tower that had reached heaven with the wind."

In the instant before the head of the Crimson Dragon collapsed.

The remaining four dragon heads also began to climb upwards, constantly gnawing on the red dragon flesh and blood that was already brimming with magic as they climbed.

In the blink of an eye, the blood and flesh of the crimson dragon's head had been completely devoured.

The anticipated catastrophe did not arrive as expected; perhaps another kind of disaster has already befallen everyone.

The Chaldea team is about to face the most despairing shock of their singularity journey!

......

"Fujimaru Ritsuka, let me see how you perform. What kind of charm do you possess that makes that guy willingly entrust his future to you..."

Today's update will be a little late.

Check it out tomorrow, it's not finished yet 0.o

Chapter 179 Judgment Day (Final) 1W

That was an ultimate light.

It was the destructive dragon breath released by the remaining four dragon heads as they consumed the magic to its fullest extent.

Everything the Crimson Dragon Head did was solely to bring this body to its peak.

The light flow moves at an extremely slow speed, as if the laws of the world are trying to confine it to its original position.

But with Tiamat's continued release of magic, the light continued to slowly advance.

Next!

We must intercept this attack that can't hit anyone!

This was the only thought in everyone's mind!

If we don't continue, even this land will be sunk.

The whole of Japan will be plunged into a crisis like the one depicted in the movie "Tokyo Sinks".

This should not happen; it is something that will absolutely lead to the collapse of human morality.

This is something Chaldea finds hard to accept.

So even if I die under this light...

At this point, someone has to step forward.

The method to defeat the raging dragon before them was already known to everyone.

But the top priority now is to withstand this attack.

“Mashu!!”

Having traversed countless singularities and three Lostbelts, Mash is arguably Chaldea's strongest supporter.

The girl pulled out the shield that had sunk into the mud.

Magic enveloped his entire body, and the kinetic energy core inside the Spiritron armor Ortinax began to operate at high speed.

The specially designed exoskeleton magical costume provides Mash with superhuman physical enhancements.

Mana reload, flow back, release!

Within Ortinax's system, magic is precisely processed and compressed to form a high concentration of kinetic energy factors.

Driven by kinetic energy, Mash's body was filled with unparalleled power.

The magic droplets were instantly evaporated into high-temperature gas, which was discharged through the gaps in the armor, forming a strong airflow.

Mashu slightly bent her knees, her calf and thigh muscles tensed, compressing her body to its limit.

Then it was released suddenly.

The ground beneath her feet cracked layer by layer from the impact of her force.

Accompanied by the 20-ton Round Table Shield, Mash shot into the sky like a missile, heading straight for that ultimate light.

Beneath the atmosphere, above the earth, before destruction.

Galahad had long since left her body, but it didn't matter; her predecessors were still there to support her.

Ortenaus, the pseudo-connection begins—

"System, full detection. Internal heat shock plate, load! Amplifier, assault! Propulsion correction, charge! Reinforced armor (Orthenaus), full functionality unlocked!"

Mashu, fully armed, was adjusting the performance release of Ortenaus and the distribution of magic power.

Ortenaus gleams with metallic brilliance high in the sky, displaying its unparalleled strength and power.

Armored Mash, sortie!

"True Name, Frozen Unfold—that is the fantasy city that has borne countless paths and countless wishes—respond, fragile city of dreams~Mold Camelot!!...!"

In that instant, Mash activated her Noble Phantasm, inheriting the power of the Heroic Spirit possessing her.

Succeed Phantasm.

Special skills possessed by a Sub-Servant.

Inheriting a skill from the heroic spirit possessing oneself, a skill of the same type as magic release, directly converting magic into defensive power.

The defensive power instantly reached its peak, forming a hazy white chalk wall!

The fantasy city of Mold Camelot rises from the void, its chalk walls unfolding like a dream.

The city walls were covered with a light like mist, making them indestructible.