The fully transformed fists of the magus constantly assaulted the barrier formed by magecraft. After all, although the magus's mutated fists appeared to possess immense power, strength was never an issue for a magus. The key lay in the magecraft contained within those fists, the essence of which was unknown.
However, although this magecraft looked incredibly complex, the power of each individual spell wasn't that immense. If Marisbury were to compare this magecraft with the power possessed by the Demon God Pillars one by one, he would discover that it corresponded perfectly to the abilities of the Demon God Pillars. It was just that compared to the powerful strength of the Demon God Pillars, the power of the guy before him was simply like dregs.
In the end, those Demon God Pillars didn't intend to make the guy before him very powerful. They merely used various mixed powers to give him the powerful vitality and recovery ability stated in the contract. It wouldn't be wrong to view the guy before him as a collection of Demon God Pillar dregs.
Of course, even if someone told this guy the truth, he probably wouldn't feel angry. After all, transcending humanity was his ideal itself. How fragile humans are. If it were just ordinary humans seeing an ordinary world, it wouldn't matter much; in their eyes, ordinary beasts might not even compare to humans.
However, in the eyes of magi, they had seen too many magical beasts. Compared to these magical beasts, or compared to the recorded long-lived species, and compared to the legendary divine beasts and phantasmal beasts that truly existed in the eyes of magi, what did humans count for? Especially humans of this era; perhaps the appearance of a single low-level phantasmal beast would be enough to claim their lives.
Therefore, not being a human of this era might be the fundamental reason why this magus pursued eternity. Even though his body had turned into a collection of magecraft dregs, it was far stronger than an ordinary human. His flesh had achieved immortality, unless someone could destroy the magic formula within his body, whether through magecraft or brute force.
However, destroying this magecraft right now wasn't something that could be done just by saying it. But defending against it wasn't too difficult. After all, they were just dregs, not some extremely powerful forbidden spells. Looking at the arrogant non-human existence before him, Marisbury quickly saw through the essence of this existence: strong on the outside, weak on the inside.
Possessing flesh akin to eternity did not equate to possessing unimaginable power. This magus himself was not adept at combat. The magecraft he used was merely what he had once mastered, coupled with a crude utilization of this physical power.
Marisbury's staff was gently inserted into the ground. At the same time, he took out a Mystic Code specifically used for defense from his pocket. This Mystic Code was made by Da Vinci. Although Da Vinci was a profiteer, right now, she was working for Marisbury after all. Precisely because of this, facing some of Marisbury's requests, even a profiteer had to comply.
It was nothing more than squeezing back all her losses from the other employees of Chaldea in the future. So in the final analysis, the reason why things sold by Da Vinci were so expensive for a certain Last Master of Humanity in the future was still the fault of this First Director.
The good stuff in Marisbury's hands was not limited to just this. After all, others had always been taking things from him; it was finally his turn to get things from others. Perhaps because too many things were taken from him on normal days, when he finally had the chance to obtain items from others, he couldn't quite control his impulse.
However, facts proved that Marisbury's approach was correct. After all, no one expected that besides those magical beasts, there was also a magus hidden behind the scenes launching an attack on them. The corpse found on the ship turned out not to belong to Berserker's Master. After facial reconstruction, that corpse didn't look that similar to Berserker's Master anyway.
Now everything made sense.
Seeming to realize his attacks weren't very effective, the magus clicked his tongue in displeasure. "Still not making a move? Don't tell me you blame me for not giving you a name, so you're just waiting for the Holy Grail to fall into the hands of other magi?"
A figure darted out quickly from the side, the short sword in hand stabbing directly onto the magical defense. Her completely different, heterochromatic eyes locked onto the magi present. Clearly, this eye was a Mystic Eye. A trace of pressure acted directly on the magi present, making even casting magecraft extremely sluggish.
If not for the fact that the instrument made by Da Vinci could operate automatically in emergencies, this magical barrier might really have shattered suddenly.
The female Heroic Spirit with long hair, wearing light red clothing and holding a short sword, took a half-step back. A slightly displeased expression appeared on her face. However, this was nothing to her. Although dressed as a warrior, she was actually a powerful magus while being a warrior, and a magus who lived in the Age of Gods at that.
Her lips moved rapidly, at a speed far exceeding everyone's imagination. Simultaneously, a uniquely shaped staff appeared in her hand. Upon seeing this action, Marisbury immediately recognized it as High-Speed Divine Words. This was a technique only powerful magi could master, or rather, an ability possessed by magi from a very early era. Moreover, it seemed the rank was not low.
"It's just a magical barrier! Watch me break it!!"
The chanting of the spell ended. Thunder began to gather at the tip of the staff. Subsequently, that lightning fell from the sky, bombing ruthlessly onto the barrier. The magical barrier, which already couldn't maintain defense steadily due to the magical energy being affected, shattered directly. In this moment, all the magi were exposed to the attack range of this unknown Heroic Spirit and the magus who could no longer be called human.
At the same time, not far away, Waver, who was conducting the official live broadcast, stood up directly. He threw the cloak hiding his tracks onto the ground and looked at his student. "Gray... I'm sorry to involve you in this danger. Are you willing to lend me your strength?"
Waver was naturally very angry right now. But regrettably, he himself didn't have much powerful strength, so he could only ask his student.