The night is late and the dew is cold, the sky is dark and the road is far away.
Weber looked at Kenneth standing in front of him with a smile on his face, and his body couldn't stop shaking. Then a poisonous snake got into his body first, devouring his own flesh and blood, and his stomach started to hurt like twisting a towel.
It was almost impossible for him to maintain an upright posture.
"Are you Saber? What happened?"
Iskandar's face turned unusually cold. It was true that he and Saber were enemies in theory, but he would not allow the glory of the heroic spirit to be trampled on like this, even by his enemies.
"Saber, go and deal with that annoying familiar and tell him not to disturb my teaching time."
Kenneth glanced at Iskandar, and then gave the order arrogantly. In his opinion, no matter how powerful Rider was, it was inferior to Saber, the leader of the Seven Riders.
What's more, the battle of the servant requires the master to provide magic power. He is confident that he can provide Saber with sufficient magic power. Can Waver do this?
Saber didn't speak. The steel visor covered most of her face, and only her pale lower jaw could be seen. She silently raised the black holy sword, and the unknown black and red magic power was wrapped around it, and even the surrounding light was blocked.
Swallowed, like an endless black hole.
"It seems like you can't communicate, so let me defeat you."
Iskandar didn't hesitate too much. He naturally saw that Saber was in an abnormal state. The ferocious aura almost came out of his body, biting his body like a wild beast.
However, before he could summon the chariot, he saw the dark holy sword in Saber's hand erupting with extremely strong magic power fluctuations. With just the most basic swing, he cut out a torrent of blazing black magic power.
Weber was blown away, and Iskandar was forced to separate, like duckweed in the wind. Then Saber rushed forward, entangled Iskandar, and prevented him from supporting his master.
"As expected of Saber, the leader of the seven knights, you are so awesome!"
Kenneth looked at the traces cut by Saber in front of him, which went straight through the mountains in the distance. He couldn't help but exclaimed. Such amazing power was just an ordinary [Magic Emission]. If the Noble Phantasm was released, he didn't know what it would be like.
The grand scene.
He breathed out softly and looked at Waver, who was trying to get up from the ground. Most of the magic power in his body was used to supply Saber to fight. Fortunately, Sora was there to share the burden. At least he still had some magic power left.
Carry out auxiliary combat.
It's just that magic rituals that consume a lot of magic power, such as driving the moon spirit essence liquid, are impossible to do, but Kenneth doesn't care about this. He doesn't need these things to deal with his disobedient disciple.
If you have to use the supreme ceremonial attire to deal with an incompetent disciple, I'm afraid other monarchs will find out and laugh at you secretly.
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Weber struggled to get up from the ground. The skin on the right half of his body was in burning pain, and he almost lost consciousness. This was only slightly touched by the hot wind stirred up by the blazing torrent of magic power.
He didn't take this into consideration. Looking at Kenneth walking leisurely and leisurely towards this side, there was a bit of bitterness in Weber's mouth.
It is undeniable that Teacher Kenneth's magical attainments are among the best in the entire Clock Tower. A magician duel with him is tantamount to seeking death.
"Weber, my disciple, since you have made the choice to steal the holy relic, then you must be prepared to pay the price for this choice."
Kenneth stopped in front of Webber. He was not very angry now. The extra emotions could only be a burden to the magician.
He looked at Weber's face carefully. As for the disciple in front of him, Kenneth naturally knew Weber's situation. He was born in a new generation magician family of only three generations. His ancestors were just lovers, and they were given the branch of the magic seal.
, was able to enter the magic world.
I don’t have a long family background, I don’t have outstanding talents, and my mind is full of wild fantasies. Maybe apart from working hard, I have no other merits worthy of praise.
But what's the use of just working hard? The magicians in the Clock Tower are working hard. If hard work was useful, all the magicians would have reached the source long ago.
As for Weber's paper "Pursuing the Road to a New Generation of Magic", it is not that it is completely worthless, but it is too one-sided and does not have broad applicability at all. One person's efforts are nothing compared to the efforts of several generations.
Bloodline is just the carrier of mysterious inheritance. Rather than inheriting bloodline, it is better to say that it is the inheritance of knowledge accumulated in magic engraving. For a magician family, as long as the magic engraving is passed down, the family will continue.
However, Weber, who was able to put forward this theory, is not completely without merit. However, when this arrogant theory that seems to have some truth, but is actually nonsense, appears in the class of the aristocratic faction, the only thing he can do is to let the proposed theory
Weber, who was so treacherous in his theory, recognized his incompetence and got out of his classroom.
However, this incompetent disciple didn't seem to appreciate it. He even stole the holy relics he prepared and secretly came to Fuyuki City to participate in the Holy Grail War in an attempt to prove himself...
To be honest, Kenneth felt that he had to fulfill his duties as a teacher and let Webb have one last lesson, so that he could see what a real magician was.
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"I'm afraid that boy is in big trouble. So sorry, Saber, please leave here!"
Iskandar waved the Spada in his hand to block the jet-black Holy Sword. Although it was not a Noble Phantasm, it was very tough and strong and could temporarily compete with the Holy Sword in Saber's hand.
Before he finished speaking, a whirlwind roared up.
The hot and dry wind seemed to burn everything. It was not like a city, or the wind that should be expected in this season, but rather like a desert, a deserted forbidden area of life where the sun scorches.
The land under my feet turned into hot yellow sand at some point, stretching as far as the eye can see, like an ocean of sand composed of gravel. A mirage-like scene appeared around me, one, two, three... the figures gradually increased, neatly
Arranged behind Iskandar.
Although they are of different races, they are all wearing uniform armor, their eyes are firm, and the weapons in their hands reflect a dazzling light.
"This is the land that our army once crossed. The warriors who shared the joys and sorrows with me have this scenery firmly etched in their hearts."
Iskandar raised his arms and shouted, waving the Spada sword in his hand and pointing at Saber from a distance.
"These soldiers, they are my most precious treasure, my way of being a king, and they are also the most powerful treasure of Iskaner - the King's Military Force (ionioi hetairoi). As a being who has also left a heroic name in the history of mankind, I pay tribute to the Conquering King
Then become the cornerstone on my way to conquer the world!"