Or, why don’t you find another savior?

With every step forward, he could feel the magical fluctuations of the barrier.

"Twenty-three..." Shiomi muttered to herself, "No, it's twenty-four layers of barriers... Is Kenneth going to transform this place into the Japanese branch of the Magic Association?"

As if in response to these words, restless magic energy flowed along the walls and ceiling, surrounding Shiomi from all directions.

That was a magical attack triggered by someone breaking into the barrier.

The dark red electric current quickly surrounded Shiomi, making a harsh noise.

Snapped--

With a snap of the fingers, the current disappeared completely.

"Are you looking down on me, Kenneth El-Melloi Archibald?" Shiomi said, writing runes in the air as he walked forward.

Every time a rune was written, the word disappeared into the air.

Shiomi didn't dislike delicate work, but he didn't have the patience to waste time dealing with the twenty-four barriers bit by bit.

So I might as well just destroy it all at once.

A genius like Kenneth naturally prepared counterattacks when the barrier was destroyed, but those magical attacks were too weak for Shiomi.

Not enough, not enough at all.

This level of magic power is not even as good as the practical magic teaching of Scathach, the mentor, in the Shadow Kingdom, and every move reveals the craftsmanship unique to a Clock Tower instructor.

Every step was well-timed, and every attack was perfectly timed to destroy the barrier.

So it’s totally unacceptable. This is what Shiomi commented.

He is not a researcher and has no mood to engage in theoretical research on magic.

From the day he came into contact with magic, he learned how to apply magic as a fighting method.

It might seem a bit of a waste to use the rune magic of the Age of Gods in a duel against modern magicians, but Shiomi has always wanted to try to use it as much as possible.

Kenneth is such a talent and has been so well prepared, this level of problem shouldn't be a problem at all.

With an excited smile that he himself was not aware of, Xijian stretched out his hand, gently grasped the void, and then gently exerted force, and then the entire space seemed to be completely cut open, shattered, and then restored.

"No, it's impossible..."

Kenneth observes Shiomi's movements through the barrier and his familiars. He is confident that he will launch a defensive counterattack to defeat Shiomi Tianxi and show his strength to his fiancée Soraw who is always cold to him.

However, the 24 carefully arranged barriers, which Kenneth originally thought would be enough to consume most of Shiomi's magic power, were all destroyed in an instant.

The twenty-four layers of barriers on the top floor of the hotel completely disappeared, leaving Kenneth with no chance to even repair them or use them up with Xi Jian Tianxi.

"In that case—"

He controlled his temper, regained his usual composure, and waved slowly.

Dozens of evil spirits that served as watchdogs emerged from the shadows, carrying magical powers.

Seeing these monsters, Shiomi was also slightly surprised.

There are a lot of them and the magic power is sufficient. The magic power of Kenneth himself and his fiancée is probably far from enough.

"I see. So you brought the magic furnace from the Clock Tower specifically to participate in the Holy Grail War?"

Shiomi muttered to herself.

After all, he is a famous family in the Clock Tower, Archibald of the El-Melloi faction. His family is wealthy and he even brought such priceless things.

While he was thinking about these things, the evil ghost dog had already come close. The evil beast, which was more than three meters tall, opened its big mouth, revealing its pitch-black fangs, and bit towards Xi Jian.

However, the familiar, who had little thinking ability, could not understand why he was unable to move. Only Kenneth could see it clearly.

With just a raise of his hand, Xi Jian grabbed the upper jaw of the evil monster dog. Xi Jian slowly raised his eyes, and a sharp light suddenly flashed in his eyes.

He turned around dragging the evil monster dog with him and smashed it on another one that attacked him from behind.

In the blink of an eye, the corridor has turned into a paradise for demons. Evil dogs, wild wolves, lions, cheetahs, tigers... the evil spirits have transformed into all kinds of ferocious beasts, and they all have unparalleled speed and strength.

With one swing of its sharp claws, it can penetrate the reinforced concrete walls of the hotel.

The distance of ten meters can be closed with just one pounce. The evil spirits that were beaten back surrounded Shiomi again and paced slowly around him.

Magicians are not good at close combat, so Kenneth specially prepared this kind of familiar just in case of emergency.

Another snap of fingers.

This action of Shiomi became a signal for the monsters to attack. However, when they tried to pounce on Shiomi and bite her, their bodies were swallowed up by the iceberg that had appeared at some point in time and then crushed.

He spun around and waved his hands. Five lightning bolts appeared from around his body, entangling the monsters that had avoided the iceberg.

The monster that was hit suddenly lost its power, fell to the ground, and turned into a ball of black mist and disappeared.

Watching all this indifferently, Shiomi stepped on the broken ice edges, making a crackling sound, and continued to walk forward to where Kenneth was.

Of course, things will not go so smoothly. The evil spirits were only repelled but not completely eliminated. There are more monsters waiting in front of him.

In the dim corridor, these monsters gradually stood up and transformed from wild beasts into orcs.

"Oh? This is quite interesting. It turns out there is more than one form."

Xi Jian retreated swiftly, avoiding the monsters' claws, then turned around and kicked, hitting the monsters straight with his right foot.

Mixed in with the hand-to-hand combat were magic cast by the monsters, such as wind blades or water swords.

The exquisitely decorated top-floor hotel corridor became messy and disreputable in the blink of an eye.

Kenneth uses magic behind the scenes to assist these servants in their actions and uses them to launch various magical attacks.

"You still refuse to show up, Kenneth!" Xijian shouted.

After avoiding several monsters, Shiomi landed at one end of the corridor.

"If you have the ability, break through my familiar and come over here. The combat power of the designated executor of the seal is definitely not just this."

Kenneth's confident voice echoed down the corridor, transmitted through magic.

"Is that so? Then I... don't need to be polite."

Shiomi's voice gradually became lower, even though he had never been polite from the beginning.

Monsters rushed towards Shiomi from all directions, and together with long-range attack magic, they formed a dragnet. Seeing that he had no way to escape this time, Kenneth was quite excited.

Swah——

The sound of objects being cut interrupted Kenneth's thoughts, and he noticed that the familiars were completely killed this time.

Shiomi stood in place, and a spear that was somewhat similar to the "Devil-Breaking Red Rose" appeared in his hand.

Chapter 36 Five to One

Although he is used to using two guns, Diarmuid is not a servant who only knows one kind of gun technique.

During his lifetime, he possessed a total of four weapons, in addition to the red spear and yellow spear, there were also a red sword and a yellow sword.

When Diarmuid thinks the situation on the battlefield is critical, he will only go into battle with the red spear and the red sword.

As a Lancer-class Servant, Diarmuid cannot use his dual swords, but this does not affect his ability to fight with only the Red Spear.

Morgan's marksmanship was indeed so exquisite that Diarmuid couldn't help but become fascinated by the conquest before him.

Not only that, he even detected a hint of Celtic warriors in Morgan's marksmanship.

Diarmuid, who didn't know Morgan's real name, could only rule out the possibility that he was a servant related to Celtic, otherwise he would not have failed to recognize him.

Then we can only think the other way around, that the master named Xijian Tianxi does have a close relationship with the Celtics.

After all, he even knew the formation of "Yoshie no Asase".

In this way, Diarmuid tried his best to eliminate all distracting thoughts in his mind, and his marksmanship became more and more vigorous. He not only resisted Morgan's offensive, but even forced Morgan's marksmanship to have flaws.

Finally, Diarmuid seized the most fatal flaw and used his clever strength to push away the magic spear in Morgan's hand.

"Please forgive me for not letting anyone go!"

Diarmuid roared and thrust his red spear through Morgan's chest, causing blood to spurt out.

"...The reputation of the Servant of the Gun is well-deserved. But in terms of gun skills, I am indeed not first-rate." Morgan's gun fell to the ground with a heavy sound.

"Yes, your marksmanship is truly superb. It reminds me of some stories I heard in my childhood." Diarmuid praised sincerely.

As a fellow Servant, he could feel that Morgan's spiritual power was gradually dissipating.

This made Diarmuid feel a little disappointed. He wondered if the other party did not use magic because he was concerned about the ability of the "Red Rose that Breaks Magic" and his resistance to magic.

This made Diarmuid feel that the duel was somewhat unfair.

Berserker's body gradually became transparent in the dim hall of the 31st floor, and then disappeared.

The real feeling of the red spear piercing his body gradually faded. Diarmuid stood in place with the gun in one hand. He was ready to pick up the yellow spear that was thrown aside, and then rush back to his lord to assist Kenneth in repelling Xijian Tianxi.

Now that he has lost his Servant, a Master is no longer a concern.

Diarmuid was thinking like this, but before he could transform into a spirit, he sensed a murderous intent coming from behind. His intuition, honed by many battles, prompted his body to be faster than his mind, and he turned around and swung his gun to block.

"Who is it? Attacking from behind is too despicable...?"

Lancer's scolding gradually lost its power.

After seeing the attacker clearly, he was shocked.

It was none other than Berserker, whose spiritual power had just dissipated. She was now slowly retracting the magic spear in her hand.

"How... is it possible..." Lancer was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

It is neither an illusion nor a false image.

That strike just now was definitely Berserker’s marksmanship.

Still fierce, still pursuing a fatal blow.

"Lancer, you don't think you can rest easy just by defeating me, do you?"

Morgan's voice sounded, but it came from behind him.

Turning around, Diarmuid saw... another Morgan walking out of the shadows.

Not only that, the same figure walked out from the darkness in different directions one after another. Each person had exactly the same clothes, the same face, and the same magic gun.

"Berserker... more than one person?" Diarmuid's voice trembled a little.

The emptiness of understanding the battle has disappeared, and what now emerges is the incomprehension of the current situation.

"What's so strange about that, Lancer? Although I am a Berserker, I am also a magician." Morgan's voice was full of teasing and mockery, and he smiled. "Since I am a magician, I can do whatever I want with 'a clone that is equal to me'."

Looking at the five Berserkers, Diarmuid raised his toes and picked up the yellow spear he had just thrown down.

The battle situation reversed again, and he could no longer predict whether he could survive from the hands of five Berserkers.

All we can do is live up to the name of a knight and fight with all our might.

"Then please fight to your heart's content, Lancer."

Morgan, the only one with empty hands, said this calmly before turning around and disappearing. Lancer couldn't catch up with him even if he wanted to.

That must be the entity.

And the main body is now going upstairs.

Lancer could only hope that his Master could judge the situation clearly and then summon him with the Command Spell.

Morgan ignored Lancer and blocked the sound of weapons clashing on the thirty-first floor outside the fire door.

She looked at the mess in the corridor on the 32nd floor and made sure that Shiomi was still safe.

After all, the magical channels between them are still completely smooth.

Therefore, the Fairy Princess was walking slowly down the messy corridor.

The magic of creating clones consumes a lot of magic power to activate and maintain. As the magician who is the master usually has limited magic power, the reason why Morgan can use this magic easily is that his master is too good.

The quality of the magic circuits was A-, but the organization was classified as "abnormal", and the quantity was at the EX level.

This alone is not enough. What makes Xijian Tianxi truly special is his ability to absorb mana, which is completely beyond the reach of contemporary magicians.

Taking all this into consideration, the magic used to support Morgan's actions actually comes basically from the magic of the world that is everywhere.

The master named Kenneth brought a magic furnace to replenish his own magic power consumption.

For Shiomi, magic power is like air, available everywhere, just like getting oxygen through breathing. With every breath, Shiomi can take Dayuan's magic power for himself.