If those agents are extremely good at exorcism in small areas, the magicians' time-consuming preparations for individual special tactics will often look like an idiotic beauty of using a cannon to kill a mosquito.
Well, once such a large-scale war occurs...the magician's extraordinary power can be demonstrated.
Even if there are only a few magicians...
"In that case, let's get started." Seeing that the magicians behind him were ready, Kenneth raised his head slightly, hugged his chest, and tapped the back of his other hand with one hand.
"Let's show this bunch of ignorant trash some knowledge."
He snorted and said indifferently: "The magician's way of fighting is to prepare."
"The position is deployed."
The next moment, a huge magic circuit suddenly lit up above the beach, and a gust of sea breeze swept in with a bang, sweeping away the zombies that were still sweeping in from the front!
The roar of the beast continued to fill the air, and several magicians behind Kenneth slowly sprinkled a little mithril as a medium, and the spirit particles in the air began to transfer and expand rapidly.
With a bang, the hole formed by magic power distorted the space, and endless iron wires fell from the sky.
The position was rapidly expanded, and the magic circuits that lit up on the beach stretched for dozens of meters, forming a huge circuit formation.
Behind Kenneth, the young family head Will who was rescued by him showed a trace of determination. He gritted his teeth and instantly activated the magic circuit, and his eyes flashed with a silver light!
Magic power began to spread, and the iron wires on the ground automatically bent and folded rapidly - giving steel life and strengthening the familiar.
Hundreds of steel birds began to fly into the sky, waiting for an opportunity to attack and then began to scatter. After sharing all the images with all the magicians and Kenneth, the position on the beach was finally fully unfolded and formed.
The endless sand slowly formed a vortex, and then human figures emerged, facing the rapidly replenished zombies and started fighting!
This is a technique from the Inole family, which is good at using sand - this is not the end.
Then, the traps began to slowly change, the terrain began to twist, and the magic turrets began to be built.
One after another, gorgeous and full blocks were built at a rapid speed, and in the midst of the magical artillery fire, a passage large enough for everyone to move forward was quickly cleared. At the moment of clearing, an invisible barrier quickly fell from the air, isolating the other zombies from trying to fill the gap.
"Humph."
Kenneth snorted proudly, and finally, he nodded slightly to the magician using sand. Evil spirits poured out from the magic circle behind him that had been formed at an unknown time, roaring and rushing towards the endless zombies!
For a moment, on the vast coast, the sand-yellow soldiers and the ferocious and roaring monsters were fighting each other. It was obviously just an offensive and defensive battle involving less than ten people, but it completely filled the entire battlefield, as if it had become a battlefield with tens of thousands of people!
In terms of cannon fodder, magicians are no less capable than Dead Apostles.
Dead Apostles can create unlimited ghouls to arm themselves, and magicians can also use group familiars like Dragon Bone Soldiers to fight against them!
Kenneth nodded with a hint of satisfaction. Some people might have discovered that these magicians almost all used... a branch of the Spiritualist Department!
Whether it is the summoning of the dead, the bestowing of iron life, or the summoning of sand soldiers, these are all necromancy magic.
That's right, the biggest reason why he took the initiative to apply and actively participated in this advance reconnaissance operation was that he planned to try his hand at it to verify whether he had reached the passing level in the art of necromancy, and by the way, add a little glory to himself in this regard.
But what he is really good at is actually magic related to wind and water.
Just like the sea breeze that cleared the scene at the beginning, it was his masterpiece.
Of course, for a genius like him, there is nothing he is not good at.
Now that we have gained a foothold, the next step is to move forward.
When the battle was in full swing and completely intense, Kenneth looked at the priest next to him.
The latter nodded slightly, and the cross on his neck suddenly emitted a holy light - that was a secret that could increase the power of friendly forces! In addition, the magicians desperately infused magic power and position bonus.
In an instant, the sand surged, and this huge position began to advance layer by layer like a meat-grinder in a war.
"It seems to be working well, your idea."
Suddenly, Kenneth heard a voice from the clock tower.
"Of course, there is no way I can fail, Archelot."
"Rather, I'm a little disappointed. The opponent's Dead Apostle didn't attack. It seems that he is exercising restraint."
"Humph, it's normal for the inferior combat force of ghouls to be crushed." Kenneth pinched his chin and said contemptuously: "It's a pity that there is not enough time to prepare the magic furnace for this battle, otherwise the entire position could be expanded three times."
"…Feint troops, you need to position yourself well, okay? Once Will's familiars have gathered enough intelligence, you can retreat. Don't go too deep."
The crisp sound came again, causing Kenneth to frown slightly, then quickly relax.
"It looks like our main force will still take some time?"
"Hmm..." Kenneth's question made Archelot on the opposite side stunned for a moment, and then he said: "At least three days."
"The fastest one should be Lord Barthelmero. Next, your mentor and Lord Inole are already preparing, but it's unclear how long it will take."
"Hmm... I understand."
Kenneth closed his eyes and thought. His mentor, Euripides, must be one of the main forces. After all, necromancy and summoning evil spirits were born for war.
Inole's sand tray magic is very famous, but to be honest, he has only seen it a few times.
But no matter which one, a large amount of magic power is needed as a supply, and Cornwall itself does not have any spiritual veins. This means that if ordinary magicians want to use magic on a large scale, they must prepare the corresponding media and positions in advance, or even rent a magic furnace.
Obviously, these things take time to make and deploy.
Humph, it seems there is still a wait.
From this point of view, even the arrogant Kenneth had to admit that the Magic Association was inferior to the Church.
Speed is of the essence in war; this is the most direct style of the church.
With a set of strengthening magic, you don't even need to prepare armor and weapons. You can always have the black key with you, so when you are in doubt, just do it.
Thinking about it this way, Kenneth had an idea in his mind.
"Sir Kenneth, the other side is starting to retreat."
At this moment, the young magician in charge of the investigation suddenly said something that brought Kenneth back to his thoughts, causing him to be slightly startled: "Retreat?"
"Well, it seems that the Dead Apostles in charge of command found that they could not win the battle and started to withdraw their troops."
"Ok?"
Those idiots still know how to retreat?!
Thinking of this, Kenneth laughed contemptuously and said, "So far, not a single dead apostle has shown up, right?"
"Indeed, but it is true that there are a large number of Dead Apostles hiding in the city. This can be confirmed by other troops of our church." The leading priest suddenly said, "It's very strange. It seems that the other party is completely luring us in."
"My opinion is to go deeper," the priest said softly, "for the glory of the Lord."
"..."
Go deeper?
You probably want to die!
Kenneth showed a sarcastic smile and looked towards the dark city of night. The zombies were shrinking their front lines under their suppression, but there, in the dark night, Cornwall seemed to have opened the huge mouth of the abyss - waiting for everyone to approach and want to swallow them in one gulp.
"Hmph, go by yourselves if you want to go."
He is proud, yes, but he is not a fool!
He would never do something that would lead to his own death.
……
"Fuyuki City is managed by the Tousaka family."
"He is also one of the three great families that created the "Holy Grail" ritual that I need to pursue now."
"According to the tradition of the magic world, we should visit first after entering Fuyuki City - but..."
As the being that plots the Holy Grail, nothing good will come of it even if they visit.
Kuonji Yuju expressed his understanding of the situation but did not comment too much.
Her traditions include some etiquette of the magic world, but when she recognizes her identity as an invader, she will naturally abide by the tradition of "invasion".
The two chatted as they walked out of the airport. Beowulf still maintained his childlike curiosity, watching the people coming and going. Victor stopped a taxi and opened the door for Youzhu like a gentleman. He then cast a soundproofing barrier on the vehicle and said, "Do you want to go get something to eat?"
Hearing this, Kuonji Yuju shook her head lightly and said softly, "Magic model."
Now that she has locked on to her target, she has become somewhat indifferent to everything else.
"Okay, Ryudo Temple." Victor leaned his head back gently, while Youzhu turned his head gently and looked at the scenery outside the car window.
She seemed to have developed a certain sensitivity to this due to her long-term management of the spiritual veins of Misaki City.
Therefore, just when Victor was about to take a nap, he heard the voice of Kuonji Yuju: "Ryudoji... spiritual vein?"
There are four spiritual veins in Fuyuki City, namely the Tosaka family's residence, Ryudo Temple, the church and the New City Hall.
Fuyuki City itself is divided into two parts, Shinto and Miyama-cho, which are separated by a large river, the Mion River, and connected by the Fuyuki Bridge. The riverbed veins of the Mion River itself are almost completely connected to the four spiritual veins. If the Mion River is not taken into account, the four spiritual veins are located in Shinto and Miyama-cho, Fuyuki City, two each, forming an irregular quadrilateral state of opposition.
The airport is located on the outskirts of Shinto. If you want to reach Ryudo Temple, you have to cross almost the entire Fuyuki City from east to west to get there: "Yes, yes, Ryudo Temple is the largest spiritual vein in Fuyuki City, and it is also the most critical place to support the Greater Holy Grail and the Holy Grail Ceremony."
"And our goal is to find the Greater Holy Grail, and then... you will help me analyze and construct the corresponding magic model."
According to Victor's speculation, since the fake Holy Grail War could be successfully held by some half-baked people, the "spirit advent" ritual constructed by the Holy Grail War should not be that profound.
Because the mechanisms of summoning spirits, summoning heroic spirits, and collecting magic power belong to the "Little Holy Grail".
The overall structure of the Holy Grail is grand, and it includes this part, but it is not just this part. More importantly, it is the huge magic device that operates magic power to save mankind.
"The Greater Holy Grail cannot be moved, so all we need is the necromancy part."
"What if it can't be copied?"
Hearing this, Kuonji Yuzu asked very frankly, after all, although as a witch she had a unique talent in creating mysteries, after all, she was just a sixteen-year-old "girl".
“Then we can only start here.”
Victor sneered and said, "Use the Greater Holy Grail directly and run the spell in advance—"
Emiya Kiritsugu can summon Saber a year in advance, so it’s okay if I can summon Saber four or five years in advance, right?
"But in this way, we would be naked robbers."
It will inevitably alarm the local administrators and the church - "Because, we need at least one spiritual vein."
That's it.
Jiuyuan Temple Yuju nodded thoughtfully. She thought for a moment and said decisively, "Well, if the spiritual vein of Liudong Temple cannot be moved... then we can only choose the one from the church."
"……Um."
Victor was slightly stunned. Sure enough, Youzhu must know something? !
……
110, Youzhu, are you a scheming person or a natural fool? (Reward for extra chapters, one chapter first)
The long journey took more than an hour. Victor, who had already passed the Fuyuki Bridge, could only vaguely see the winding path on the mountain. The taxi could no longer go further, so Victor and the other man got out of the car.
Victor took out a few pounds, released the hypnotic suggestion, and handed them to the driver.
His hint was just to prevent the driver from hearing their conversation, and the money still had to be paid.
The team configuration of two people plus a Beowulf is a bit like a family of three out for fun.
They wandered in the cold and lonely mountains and entered the gate of Liudong Temple late at night.
In fact, Victor wanted to invade the back mountain directly at the beginning. After all, that was where the legendary Holy Grail was located. He didn't even want to disturb the Liudong clan.
But what he didn't expect was that he originally thought that the barrier of Liudong Temple was set up by C's mother later. It was not until he tried to break in that he found out...
This barrier actually existed since ancient times - Ryudo Temple would only refuse people entering through the main gate, and invasions from other directions would be blocked.
After discovering this, Victor stopped Beowulf who was about to make a move.
He had no intention of provoking Fuyuki City right now, so he simply changed direction and led the two of them to visit through the main gate.
It was already late at night, but the monks in Liudong Temple had not yet gone to sleep... It seemed that they had already noticed that someone was visiting, and the local abbot had already opened the door and was quietly waiting for everyone.
He was a big bald man with well-developed muscles who didn't look like a monk at all.
"..."
The Liudong clan.
In the Far East, since the influence of the church is not enough to radiate here comprehensively, compared to Europe where there are churches almost everywhere, there are more local demon-exorcist families here.
The successive abbots of Liudong Temple were one of them.
A few minutes later, Victor and Kuonji Yuju were sitting in the temple's reception room, watching in silence as a bald little boy, only four or five years old, brought two cups of tea to the two of them, then ran out happily carrying a kettle that was heavier than himself...
