Start with Type-Moon, but Magical Index Magician

After the old man in the mountain expressed his purpose and that he had no intention of engaging in hostility, he disappeared from the scene and left. Ramses II smiled. This terrible assassin was so powerful that even he would find it difficult to fight against him unless he hid in the temple.

But now that he was free from the opponent's restrictions, he felt more relaxed and controlled the temple more unscrupulously, flying forward, intending to see the battle between the Lion King and Morpheus up close.

No matter what, it is still very useful to observe this kind of battle between gods and humans on the spot, which can provide more experience for one's own body on the Throne of Heroes.

Moreover, he also wanted to see what other powers Morpheus had that he didn't know about, and how he would fight the Lion King head-on.

Just thinking about this kind of thing makes people excited, how can they sit still!

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During the flight, Morpheus saw many potholes. These potholes looked like they were hit by huge meteorites, wiping out everything that was originally on the potholes.

Feeling the familiar breath lingering in these pits, it was the remaining power of the Holy Spear Longomyniad.

Obviously, these places have been punished by the Lion King, and they have all been erased, just like drawing circles in a drawing game.

It seems simple, but it is actually a very terrible and cruel act.

Soon, Morpheus and Bedivere arrived near the holy city. However, although it was supposed to be night, it was still daytime in this place belonging to the holy city, as if it was separated.

There is no night in the Holy City, because there is a powerful Sun Knight guarding its gate!

That is Gawain, one of the Knights of the Round Table!

Tristan's death was obviously known. Gawain drew his weapon. He still had some humanity and showed a look of compassion, but this was only temporary. Morpheus could feel that this guy's behavior logic was becoming less and less like that of a human, and more like that of a machine.

The knight with golden hair looked at everyone indifferently, and only showed a little fluctuation when he saw Bedivere.

However, he hid this emotion and became more serious, focusing his attention completely on the uninvited guest in front of him.

"Knight Gawain will prevent you from entering the Holy City!"

His sword pointed to the sky, the sun that shone upon him.

"In the name of the Sun Knights, you will be utterly defeated!"

"The Sun Knight, you have the blessing of never-ending sleep, which means it will be daytime wherever you are. During the day, your strength and magic recovery will be greatly improved. It's really amazing." Morpheus said, clapping his hands.

Morpheus looked at him with admiration, but also revealed a sly smile: "But what if you are not in the daytime, but in the night? What would you do?"

This sentence made Gawain look doubtful, but he calmed down immediately. His power was a blessing from God, so how could he be easily disturbed by inexplicable things?

As a result, Morpheus tapped the ground lightly with the scepter in his hand, and the Holy Grail appeared around him and began to exert power together with the necklace. At this moment, the power of Gabriel appeared out of thin air and turned into the shadow of an angel behind Morpheus.

Gabriel represents the moon. As Morpheus' magic power flows in his body and turns into a special spell, the originally clear sky suddenly becomes dim, and the cold moonlight falls from the sky and lands on the ground of the holy city.

Gawain looked up at the sky in shock. His power of never-sleeping had been activated, but now the sunlight in the sky had disappeared and it had turned into night!

Moreover, the moon tonight is so round and so big, as if it is very close!

The surging magic power surged wildly with the appearance of the moon, making Gabriel's power even stronger.

The defense of the Holy City is extremely powerful. Its walls can easily withstand the attacks of many servants. Even top-level servants find it difficult to break through them unless they use some extraordinary power.

And Morpheus does possess such power!

A huge magic circle unfolded with the moon as its center, and the burning flames gathered in the air and turned into hundreds of rockets!

These rockets fell towards the holy city like rain, each one carrying an extremely violent force!

Rocket rain!

If Gabriel were to truly unleash it, he could easily wipe out humanity from the Earth. Now, even though its power and range have been greatly reduced, this magic still possesses incomparably powerful destructive power!

Gawain gathered all his strength. Facing this kind of attack, he could only try his best. The sword in his hand rotated and the light condensed from it turned red, and then it was fired out like a particle cannon, trying to offset all the flaming arrows falling from the sky.

Gawain was extremely confident in his attack. He believed that with his current strength, ordinary humans and servants were no match for him.

However, when his light cannon came into contact with the first rocket, it dissipated, and the dissipated light cannon could not even offset the first rain of arrows that came into contact with it!

Then, hundreds of fire rains fell, covering the walls and gates of the entire holy city!

Bedivere found that he didn't even have time to communicate with Gawain, because under this attack, not only Gawain, but also the city walls and gates behind him were all destroyed by this blow. As the walls and gates collapsed, the scene inside the city appeared in the eyes of the two.

The wall represented the barrier of the holy city, but now that the wall is gone, the protective power of the holy city that could block external attacks has finally become ineffective.

Morpheus saluted Bedivere lightly, adjusting his hat and smiling, "It looks pretty easy, doesn't it?"

Easy? It was indeed too easy, so easy that Bedivere felt like he was dreaming. Gawain, the Sun Knight, was defeated just like that?

Moreover, just now the other party even forcibly changed the weather, turning the day brought by Gawain into night. This ability can be said to be comparable to that of a god!

At this time, two figures suddenly rushed out of the city. They were two knights, and Morpheus was very familiar with these two knights. He had seen them before.

One is Lancelot, whose expression appears absolutely indifferent, like he has absolutely no human emotions, and the other is Mordred, who appears somewhat violent and somewhat insane.

They held weapons and blocked the way of the two men. Seeing that Mordred's eyes were beginning to turn red, Morpheus knew that it was obvious that the other party had used his power without hesitation and went into a rampage after discovering that the Sun Knight had been defeated and the city gate had fallen.

One was Lancelot, a man without emotion who only faithfully carried out orders, even at the cost of sacrificing his own companions. The other was Mordred, who had become as ferocious and violent as a wounded beast. Morpheus rolled his eyes helplessly and said to Bedivere, who stood beside him with a painful expression:

"They're pretty miserable, but they must have accepted it willingly, otherwise Agraven wouldn't have refused the blessing."

Bedivere sighed and bowed to Morpheus: "Please help them, Mr. Morpheus."

Morpheus picked up the scepter, and flames appeared on it, and the flames turned into a long sword.

He smiled faintly and said to Bedivere, "Don't worry, I will soon free them and return them to their own Heroic Thrones!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he took a step forward. Almost at the same time, Mordred's sword burst out with a strong light. She was so violent that she launched her most powerful attack without hesitation!

Chapter 210: Storm King

Even though it was a sudden attack, for Morpheus, the opponent's attack could not even break his defense. However, facing such an attack, he still chose to fight back.

The runes on the flaming sword in Morpheus's hand suddenly burst out with a bright white light, and the shadow of Michael appeared faintly behind him.

When the beam of light collided with the sword blade, twelve angel light wheels unfolded layer by layer on the sword, and the light cannon was actually decomposed into fine golden stardust.

The shock wave generated by the explosion completely carbonized the traces on the ground. As the flames surged like a giant python, the air was distorted like a mirage due to the high temperature.

Even though she had gone berserk, Mordred still had some fighting awareness. Facing the sudden rush of flames, she instinctively chose to dodge. The flames passed under her body and burned everything!

After dodging the attack, Mordred breathed a sigh of relief, but the next moment, she saw several flames appear around her. These flames burst out from the flames exploding below!

Under normal circumstances, this kind of flame would not make Modred worry at all, but at this moment, she instinctively felt the danger of these things.

"boom!"

These tiny flames, which could even be called points, suddenly grew larger in an instant, and violent power erupted from within, enveloping Modred!

The magical plating of Mordred's armor screamed sharply in the heat, and her boots plowed two trails of molten metal on the ground as she retreated.

Those seemingly weak flames actually contained the structure of the stigmata - each spark was an attack condensed with Michael's power, and the moment it touched the armor, it expanded into a three-meter-diameter explosion.

The armor on her left arm vaporized in the holy flames, and the magic circuits beneath her skin were being eroded by the holy flames, like lava flowing through her blood vessels.

With just this one strike, Modred had several wounds and burn marks on her body. She half-knelt on the ground. Even if she wanted to stand up and fight again, she still found it difficult to stand up.

She could feel that the places where she was hit by the flames were automatically burning and even began to spread to other places, as if to devour her entire body.

That is the erosion of the holy marks!

Lancelot, who came out with him, had already taken action when Mordred attracted Morpheus' attention. The sword in his hand was shining, and when Morpheus was responding to Mordred's attack, he also launched his own attack.

Moreover, every move represents one's maximum effort!

This attack was a well-timed one. The two men who were busy dealing with Mordred would not be able to notice him. As long as he got the timing right, he could cause damage to that person in the instant before the other party recovered their strength.

The opponent is very powerful and he has few opportunities, so he must seize them. As for whether doing so will cause Modred to be targeted first and then killed by the opponent, this is something Lancelot will consider.

The only thing he considered was the king's order. Since the Lion King demanded that these invading guys must die, he must complete the king's order even if it meant sacrificing his companions.

However, his attack, which was almost like a sneak attack, still failed to have any effect on Morpheus.

Because stone walls emerged from the ground, blocking the way ahead and stopping all of Lancelot's attacks.

That was the power of the earth element, and even contained the power of the angel Uriel. In this case, it was more than enough to block Lancelot's attack.

Just when Lancelot found that his attack was blocked, he felt a vibration under the ground. He was startled and quickly dodged to the side. The next moment, red flames emerged from where he had just stood, and a pungent smell began to fill the air.

Lancelot knew that it was the smell of sulfur!

The smell of sulfur and flames spewing from the ground, this is the fire of hell!

Almost in an instant, he realized the secret of this flame.

According to the different combinations of elements, the corresponding angelic power is integrated to construct special magic spells, such as magic that is close to angelic spells.

What Morpheus is using now is Uriel's hellfire!

The earth continued to shake, as if there was a slight earthquake. Flames burst out from below. Lancelot continued to dodge, but as the speed of the flames increased, it became more and more difficult for him to dodge.

Modred was already injured and was unable to dodge, so she was engulfed by a burst of hellfire. When the flames disappeared, her figure no longer existed and dissipated between heaven and earth.

Is this the magician's fighting style? Relying on powerful magic to directly suppress the opponent, Mordred and Lancelot, each of them is very powerful, let alone two of them at once, but their full-strength attacks not only failed to work, but were even suppressed by Morpheus!

Bedivere noticed that Morpheus's hands always maintained an elegant casting gesture - he thought it was a casting motion.

Even if the changes are very subtle, like unconscious movements, each change in movement will result in a different magical attack.

Every time the star disk rotates, a large number of flames will burst out from the ground, as if it has replaced the instrument called the magic circuit.

Bedivere was shocked as he watched the battle in the field. If the lightning spear made him feel the terrifying power before, then now it was the gorgeous fighting style of the magician.

The combination of these different magics and the incredible accuracy in chasing the target amazed him.

Lancelot is very powerful, but facing the increasingly rapid attacks, he is afraid that he will be engulfed by the flames soon!

Lancelot had already exerted his fastest speed at this time, but the flames behind him kept chasing him, and even suddenly appeared in front of him to attack him, so that he, who originally wanted to get away from here, was driven back to his original place, and it was difficult for him to escape from Morpheus.

Morpheus watched Lancelot run for almost a few minutes. Feeling a little bored, he gently tapped the star disk floating beside him.

Suddenly, Lancelot felt a shaking around him. At the moment his toes touched the ground, several stone walls appeared around him, completely enveloping him!

There is no place to hide! Unless you run up there!

Without any hesitation, Lancelot jumped up immediately, trying to escape from the cage. However, the moment he jumped up, the ground suddenly cracked open, and a stream of hot magma gushed out, engulfing Lancelot's body!

Hellfire, completed the second kill!

Morpheus put away his astrolabe, dagger, and holy grail, holding only the scepter. Bedivere saw the reserve of aristocracy in his movements as he gathered his magical instruments. After collecting his things, he said to the stunned Bedivere, "Let's go, let's go find your master."

Bedivere was filled with emotion: "Your magic is truly amazing. In my impression, the only person who can possess such magic and sorcery is Master Merlin!"

He did not flatter the other party. In Bedivere's cognition, only a master like Merlin could be compared with Morpheus.

"Merlin? If there is a chance in the future, I would like to compete with him." Morpheus raised the corner of his mouth, and seemed to be a little expectant.

Although he is a gentleman and not a battle maniac, he really wants to have a good fight with Merlin, Zhu Yue, Bao Shi Weng and others!

At this point, there was no one in front who could stop Morpheus and Bedivere, so they continued to move forward and entered the palace.

When the door was opened, Artoria was seen sitting on the throne. There was a golden light in her eyes and a cold, inhuman expression on her face, which also showed that she was very different from the former King Arthur.

Seeing the person coming, she asked Morpheus a question.

"Answer me, who are you? Why are you in my castle? Why are you here before me? I am the Lion King, the King of Storms, the Lord of the Ends, and the wielder of the remnant of the heroic spirit of the Holy Spear, Longomyniad."

The violent magic power appeared with the other party's self-introduction, turning into a terrifying pressure, which actually caused a feeling similar to oppression.

This kind of strength cannot be explained by ordinary humans, at least not in this world.

When Bedivere saw this scene, he couldn't help but hold his breath.

That is the Lion King, and also the King Arthur with the Holy Lance that he has been looking for!

Even though he had already realized it in his heart and had been searching for her for so many years, when he saw her now, he couldn't help but feel fear in his heart.

But even so, he wanted to face the king!

Bedivere raised his head bravely and looked at the other party!

Morpheus bowed slightly and said with a smile, "Chaldea Operator, Morpheus Fraga Macremis, greets the Lion King."

"—Answer me, are you the ones who called me? Are you the ones who disobeyed me? Master who came from faraway Chaldea, why have you visited the end of this world?"

"That's naturally for work. We need to correct the mistakes in history and save humanity from destruction." Morpheus said, looking at the other party, "So, can you please cooperate with our work? If you can, everyone will be happy."

"I'm sorry, but you want to correct the errors of history, which is tantamount to killing me, so I cannot cooperate with you. Since you are here to kill me, you would not be chosen by the Holy Spear. Your soul knows what good is, yet you still do evil. Although you are good, you allow evil to happen, which is synonymous with evil.

"Although I had hopes for the newest human to arrive at my feet—die. Your soul is not needed in the ideal city I created."

The magic power gathered, and the holy spear appeared on King Arthur's right arm. She was ready to fight.

"The Round Table is liberated! Look, this is what the planet truly looks like after the wave at the end peels back the surface of the world."