Type-Moon Assassination Fist 143
by TINY FAN FICTIONType-Moon Assassination Fist 143
Edited by: Tiny Fan Fiction
Chapter 143 Magus’s War – Part III
“With my Command Spell, Suicide, caster!”
Huh!
A strong Mana wave flashes and disappears, the symbol on Atlam’s back fades a third of the way.
Yet Air is still quiet; nothing happens.
Caster didn’t commit suicide as he commanded but instead tilted his head looking at him.
Atlam’s cold sweat immediately comes out, he exclaims in surprise and fear: “What happened? Is it just one command invalid? With my Command Spell again, I’ll self-destruct, caster!”
The last Command Spell symbol also fades away; Air remains quiet. Command Spell…Invalid.
Across from him, Caster bursts out laughing, bending down in laughter.
“What a foolish master, don’t you know what my Noble Phantasm is?”
Rule Breaker(Rule Breaker), the ultimate Noble Phantasm against Magecraft. Any life form based on Mana or created by Mana will be reset to its state before Mana was used. In other words, any contract based on Mana will become a blank slate, and any life form created by Mana will instantly vanish.
Under the Holy Grail War Contract system, it’s unexpectedly powerful.
“No…that can’t be. I should have constrained you with Command Spell before you used your Noble Phantasm. Why are you still able to use it?” Atlam retreats in panic.
Caster mocks: “It’s because of that, so I used it on myself, breaking the contract between us.”
“This…how is that possible? For Servants, actively severing contracts is suicide behavior. Even their bodies can’t be preserved. Why would you…”
A dangerous smile curls at the edge of his face, hidden under the hood, as Caster interrupts him: “Yes, but what does that have to do with you?”
Waaah!
The World seems like a speeding train’s window view, instantly turning into Flowing Light and drifting away from Atlam. The shrinking vision narrows to a point before the last flicker of light disappears, leaving Atlam surrounded by darkness.
Suppressing his panic, Atlam lights a matchstick and illuminates a small area around him.
In the instant Light brightens, Atlam also sees what’s illuminated in front of him.
A massive wall with a towering image of a Witch holding a blood-drenched weapon is drawn on it.
Atlam stumbles back, his face filled with panic and fear.
The enemy is a traitorous Witch, divine generation Magus, Servant—enemies so terrifying they can rival true magic users.
……How could this end like that? The Holy Grail War hasn’t even begun yet. I haven’t started the battle yet, and I just…
…No, I have to escape!
The corridor of darkness seemed endless. After Atlam returned to the starting point once more, a strange realization came over him—a sense of despair that knew its fate but couldn’t change it.
Despair reached its peak, yet remained calm.
A voice echoed from the darkness, close by. “No wonder,” it said mockingly. “For someone who always wants a happy ending, this is as good as it gets.”
No wonder—everything was his own doing.
From choosing to summon caster… the moment he betrayed her, Witch, everything was decided.
“You’re a… Witch…”
It’s so hot, so warm. Why is my body burning with flames?
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Looking at the corpses before him, caster couldn’t hold on anymore and collapsed to the ground.
Atlam was right—cutting ties with a Servant was like committing suicide. After all, Servants needed their Masters to survive in the real world. Without one, they couldn’t live alone.
Caster’s skills didn’t include acting on her own, so she quickly disappeared.
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The elevator to the workshop suddenly opened again, revealing a blue figure holding a red gun. His face was filled with impatience.
But when he saw caster in an instant, impatience vanished and turned into a serious expression.
It’s better to say that if it’s work, even if he sneaks up from behind, he’ll do it. For ordinary people he encounters during missions, if he receives orders to keep them secret, he’ll eliminate them. Once he assumes the battle stance, his actions become ruthless.
So when he saw caster weaken, Lancer didn’t hesitate to attack.
It was like a red flash of lightning—crossing 10 meters in 0.1 seconds, aiming straight for the heart with no emotion. The gun pierced through the air, carrying an ominous mana.
A sharp breath!
Like a knife slicing tofu, the gun barrel effortlessly sank into the ground and pierced through the circular base of the workshop’s central platform.
Cúchulainn slowly retracted his gun, resting it on his shoulder. Looking at the flying caster, he smirked: “Reaction was quick, but how many times can you dodge?”
The shield opened like a butterfly’s wings, flying above caster. When it saw Cúchulainn in an instant, it knew it couldn’t fight.
Even at her peak, Lancer still had the upper hand over caster. After all, she didn’t have ManaSupplement and could disappear anytime.
The lips moved slightly. A Magus from the divine age constructed more than ten Magecraft spells in a single breath, surrounding her like a floating gun. The amazing Mana began to converge, and the Magecraft spells gradually lit up, forming intricate patterns that locked onto Lancer.
“I don’t want to be your enemy. Let’s leave, Lancer.”
“Oh~ What if I decide not to let go?”Lancer slowly raised her long gun in her hands, holding it with both hands.
With his Explosive Power, he could have taken her out before caster’s reaction even arrived.
So caster struck first, activating all the Magecraft patterns around her instantly. The highly condensed Mana waves shot out like a high-pressure water gun.
It was just about gathering Mana and releasing it. There wasn’t much technique involved, but that simplicity made the destruction effect incredibly strong.
Whoosh!
The moment Cúchulainn moved, he surged forward at a speed even faster than a cheetah. His body transformed into a blue Phantom left-right slash, tossing all the Magecraft attack spells behind him in a single chain of explosions.
Boom!
Like a naval bombardment, more than ten Mana waves attacked Cúchulainn as he moved forward. They exploded violently, trying to block his path, but the Irish wolf ignored them, using its job skill Against Mana to resist the Magecraft Mana attacks and charge toward caster.
A crimson lightning trail flashed in the air, shattering the Magecraft spells meant for defense. While they were destroyed before having much effect, they still managed to hit her abdomen before disappearing.
“Blast,” she said with a smirk, brushing past him and leaving a long wound. If it had hit directly, it wouldn’t have been any different from hitting the vital spot…
Caster winced as she waved her hand, quickly completing a new Magecraft spell. The Mana wave that erupted from it instantly knocked Lancer back.
She couldn’t beat him, and continuing to battle would be pointless.
A Light pattern with intricate patterns of the cloak lit up, and caster’s body transformed into a scattering of petals that disappeared.
“Want to run?”Lancer threw her gun, transforming into a straight red beam shooting toward the sky. The beam broke through the workshop’s upper layer, pierced through thick earth, and soared into the clouds.
Boom!
The workshop began collapsing, with dirt, concrete, and stone all turned into Void in its path. A two-meter-wide straight tunnel appeared above Lancer’s head.
He reached out his hand, and a red light point hurtled from the sky to land in his grasp.
A drop of blood fell from the ceiling. Lancer looked around, shrugged, and transformed her body into a Spirit Form, disappearing into the air.
On the other side.
The escaping caster arrived at her desired location, her body covered in injuries with cuts on her waist and shoulders bleeding profusely.
At this point, the remaining Mana was insufficient to support further action.
Powerless lay on the forest floor, as the sky began to rain. The cold drops fell on Body, taking away what little warmth it had.
A self-deprecating chuckle escaped her lips, and caster’s arms stretched toward the sky, as if to grasp Fate itself.
“In the end, it still turned out like this… being driven by others. Being used for their own purposes. Even being slandered as a traitorous Witch… when all I wanted was to go home.”
Drip, drip.
The sound of raindrops hitting the fabric echoed through the forest, accompanied by footsteps.
Caster had lost her strength to move, but the force with which she turned her head remained. Before her stood a tall man holding an umbrella, his expression cold and detached. His gaze, devoid of emotion, lingered behind his glasses as he assessed her.
She closed her eyelids, already unable to speak.
In the final moments before losing consciousness, she faintly heard a sentence colder than the rain itself.
“Fate has begun. I will now change it.”
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