Magical User Aozaki Aoko Case Files

As the last bit of golden light from El-Melloi II's thin figure flowed into Waver Velvet's body, the figure of the middle-aged man completely disappeared.

Now, we are one.

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Waver Velvet opened his eyes from a nightmare that he could not wake up from no matter what.

In his dream, he saw a nine-headed monster chasing him relentlessly, spraying venom. During the chase, one of Weber's hands was even bitten off by the monster.

But Weber didn't want to die, so he had to endure the severe pain and continue to run. However, no matter how fast Weber ran, the monster always followed him closely.

In the end, the exhausted Weber had to give up hope of living and lay on the ground, waiting for his death with lifeless eyes.

"Humph, you loser, are you giving up at this point?"

From somewhere, Weber heard a familiar voice.

He opened his eyes with great effort and looked up. A long-haired middle-aged man in a black suit, with one hand in his pocket and a cigar in the other hand, looked at him with disdain.

"Is that all you can be proud of? Waver Velvet?" the man asked. "Don't you want to prove that even without the accumulation of bloodline, you can still become an excellent magician?"

"It's so noisy..." Weber said weakly, "Let me rest for a while..."

"You'll just keep deceiving yourself for the rest of your life," the man taunted. "You keep saying you won't give in and won't surrender, but in the end you can't do anything and can only wait for death here in humiliation."

"Damn it..." For some reason, Weber got particularly angry when he heard what this person said. Was it because it hit a sore spot?

"Are you just giving up like that?" The man's voice became a little unclear. "With this failed life of yours that has accomplished nothing?"

"I won't give up!" Weber Velvet shouted with all his might, "I want to live!"

Strangely enough, Weber had felt completely powerless and close to death before, but after shouting, he regained some strength.

"It seems that you are not destined to die yet," said the blurry middle-aged man. "Since you are unwilling to accept this, grab that borrowed power! Let's see how far you can go!"

As the words fell, the man in front of Weber disappeared completely. He stretched out his hand to grab him, but found that there was nothing in front of him.

Weber stood up and found that his viewpoint had suddenly become higher. Looking down, he found that he was wearing a well-made black suit and a red and gold striped tie.

It was his own height that had grown! Weber looked at his body in surprise. Although it was not very strong,

But at least it is no longer as weak as it used to be.

After shaking hands, Weber felt that there seemed to be a powerful force hidden in his body, and this force seemed to be...

Just as Weber was thinking carefully, there was a vibration in the surrounding white space, and then it shattered. A space crack appeared, and out of the crack came the Hydra that Weber had seen before!

But the strange thing is that Weber was not so panicked at this time. His body seemed to have adapted to the battle to some extent.

Looking at the ferocious Hydra, Weber Velvet reached into the inner pocket of his suit and took out a lighter that looked quite valuable.

Then, in front of Hydra, Weber raised the lighter and lit the flame with a snap.

At the same time as the flames ignited, the three heads of the Hydra disappeared because a violent fire explosion occurred near the three heads!

Weber paid no attention to the Hydra that was screaming because of its injury. He just frowned and looked at the lighter in his hand. Countless combat experiences and wisdom gradually emerged in his memory.

"Is that so?" Weber muttered to himself, "I'm in a hurry, there's no need for me to play with you here any longer."

After saying this, the lighter in Weber's hand disappeared, and what appeared in his hand was a strange fan made of feathers.

He waved lightly at the Hydra, and a huge emerald green wind blade was lifted up and flew towards the remaining head of the Hydra.

The painful Hydra tried to dodge Weber's attack, but no matter how it dodged, the wind blade would eventually cut off the Hydra's neck one by one.

After a moment, the Hydra's body, which had lost all its heads, fell to the ground and gradually turned into dust.

Weber looked up at the sky, but his consciousness became increasingly heavy. He covered his forehead and staggered to the ground.

When he opened his eyes again, Weber Velvet found himself lying in the workshop of his mentor Kenneth, who was looking at him with a complicated expression.

"Congratulations, Mr. Velvet," Aoko said, "If the Lord of the Spiritual Summoning Department knew that you had become a pseudo-Servant with a Servant's Spiritual Base, he would be jealous and crazy, right?"

Weber stood up from the bed and stood on the ground. He found that the clothes he had been wearing before were gone, replaced by the black suit he had worn in the dream just now.

"Which Weber are you?" Kenneth asked.

"...I am neither of these, or both of them." said the new Weber. "Thank you,

Teacher Kenneth."

This Waver is more mature than the previous one, but not as old as El-Melloi II. He seems to be someone in between the two.

Chapter 138

Aoko and Chaldea both used magic to confirm that the situation of Waver Velvet in front of them was somewhat similar to that of Mash.

In other words, he is a pseudo-Servant created by using human flesh and, with the Servant's consent, integrating the Servant's spiritual foundation and power.

But Waver's situation is more advanced than Mash's, because El-Melloi II himself is a pseudo-Servant, which is equivalent to building a buffer zone between the human body and the Servant's spiritual base, so that Waver will not be backfired by the powerful power of the Servant's spiritual base.

"Hahahahahaha, boy, do you look like a man in the blink of an eye?" Iskandar's hearty laughter rang out in Kenneth's workshop, making everyone look at him.

"Your Majesty!" Weber became excited instantly when he saw Iskandar.

He placed one hand on his chest and half-knelt in front of Iskandar, like a knight swearing allegiance to his monarch.

"Eh?" Iskandar was a little surprised, "You kid, are you having a brain problem after a serious illness?

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"Your Majesty, please accept my renewed allegiance!" Weber raised his head, stared into Iskandar's eyes, and said seriously, "Please allow me to fight alongside you!"

:..Are you my subject in a certain world?" Iskandar was a little surprised, then he became serious, "Okay, I agree! I didn't expect to encounter interesting things in this Holy Grail War!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" Weber stood up from the ground and stood beside Iskandar. His whole temperament seemed to have changed.

Kenneth watched his naive disciple mature in a short period of time. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart, having the illusion that he was "getting old".

"Although I don't want to interrupt your touching reunion," Qingzi said at the right time, "don't forget our battle appointment."

"Ah, of course I won't forget, Miss Blue," Weber said with a confident and resolute expression, "I will fight you two together with His Majesty Iskandar!"

"Oh?" Aoko raised her eyebrows and said, "You don't think that you can deal with me just because you have the power of a Servant, do you, Mr. Waver?"

"Of course not," Waver shook his head and said, "Who in the magic world today has not heard of Miss Blue's name? I just have to fight together with His Majesty Iskandar."

"I don't understand the affairs of you kings and ministers," Aoko spread her hands and said, "Then I will give you one day. Saber and I will wait for you on the Fuyuki Bridge at ten o'clock tomorrow night. I hope you won't be late, okay?"

After saying that, Aoko placed a hand on Altria's shoulder and activated the teleportation spell, and the two of them disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Space magic... or some application of the fifth magic?" Kenneth thought. This youngest magician was really full of secrets.

"Hey, wait a minute," Fujimaru Ritsuka seemed to remember something, "Mashu, if Miss Aoko leaves early, how are we going to get back to the temple?"

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Miss Aoko probably forgot that the two visitors from Chaldea seemed to still be in Kenneth's workshop.

But actually the problem was not that big. Kenneth was not so averse to these two magicians from the "Astronomy Department". After all, in a sense, his students were saved because of them, so there was nothing wrong with taking them in for one night.

And just like that, the Holy Grail War came to the fifth day with only one Servant dead.

Qingzi was not satisfied with this progress, which was why she took the initiative to challenge Iskandar to a duel.

Orange agreed with her decision.

According to the news from Marisbili, the construction of the Grand Temple has been completed. As long as enough servants are killed, Aoko can move the Holy Grail to King Solomon's Grand Temple. In this way, no matter whether other servants or the Demon Pillars that may still exist in this world want to come or not, they must come to the Grand Temple, which is the home ground of Aoko-Marisbili, and be brutally humiliated by her.

It is really troublesome to challenge them one by one, so Qingzi plans to gather these guys together and kill them all at once.

At ten o'clock the next evening, Aoko and Altria were already waiting at Fuyuki Bridge, the famous dueling venue in Fuyuki City.

The two of them floated in the air, watching the lightning and thunder in the clouds in the sky. Weber Velvet and Iskandar came to them on the Divine Wheel.

"I am really excited to be able to compete with the British Knight King, hahahahaha!" Iskandar said with a big laugh, "But before we start the battle, can I ask you a question?"

"Speak now, King of Conquerors of Macedonia," Artoria said condescendingly, "I have always been tolerant of opponents who can face off head-on.

"What is your purpose in obtaining the Holy Grail?" Iskandar asked with a sharp gaze, "Does the famous King of Britain have any wish that he wants to fulfill?"

"I once had a wish that I wanted to realize through the Holy Grail," said Altria, "but now I understand that it was just a kind of illusion that is difficult to achieve, just wishful thinking."

"My wish now is to win the Holy Grail for my Master," Artoria said as she pulled the Sword of Promised Victory out of the scabbard of Avalon. "Fulfilling the oath is the greatest responsibility of a knight."

"A king who has lost his original desire?" Iskandar said with some entanglement, "It seems that our kingly ways are different."

"Different countries have different ways of ruling," Altria said, "Britain is not Macedonia, so we are certainly not the same."

"I want to obtain a physical body through the Holy Grail and live again!" Iskandar said to himself, clenching his fists. "I want to embark on a journey to conquer the world again, and measure the world with my own body and my own feet!"

"Then we cannot let you act recklessly, King of Conquerors," Altria said coldly, "Your time has long passed. No one in this era expects your 'conquest'!"

"A king is supposed to show his people the strongest desires and the most ambitious ideals, isn't he?" Iskandar argued. "I think you have become a machine that doesn't understand the feelings of the people. Let's have a showdown to see whose kingly way is the strongest!"

After saying this, Iskandar threw the reins and the mighty wheels came galloping forward.

Chapter 139: The King's Army

In order to defeat King of Conquerors Iskandar fairly and make him admit defeat with sincerity, Altria rode on East Starion and charged head-on towards the Divine Wheel without dodging or evading.

As usual, Aoko had already blessed Altria with all the Transfiguration School enhancement spells she could cast, and then floated not far behind Saber, ready to respond to any possible situation at any time.

"Be careful of the Knight King's holy sword attack!" Waver Velvet said to the King of Conquerors, "Your Divine Wheel will not be able to resist her Noble Phantasm!"

In the original time and space, the Conqueror King's Noble Phantasm was shattered by a single shot from the Sword of Promised Victory, which is something that many of the Conqueror King's fans regret: If his chariot was still there, would it be stronger with his Noble Phantasm?

Hearing Waver's words, the King of Conquerors made a quick decision. He drew the sword from his waist and shouted:

"Gather once more! Warriors who are heading to the end together! The ruts carved here are our honor! lonioi Hetairoi!

"AAAALaLaLaLaie!!!"

As the King of Conquerors roared, the world centered around him was eroded and replaced.

This is a subspecies of fantasy materialization, and it is also the greatest magic that is closest to magic. It is a miracle formed by the bond and belief between the King of Conquerors Iskandar and his own army during his lifetime - the inherent barrier, the King's Army!

This inherent barrier expanded rapidly, and in an instant it enveloped Aoko and Altria on the battlefield.

Altria calmly stopped charging and observed the surroundings. The modern city and bridge had disappeared, replaced by a huge desert with rolling yellow sand and an army of tens of thousands of people at the other end of the desert battlefield.