Magician in Type-Moon

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A Command Seal faded away from the back of Kirei Kotomine's hand. From the moment he issued the command, he had established a shared sensory connection with his Heroic Spirit.

From Assassin's perspective, Kirei Kotomine was breathless—an entire viaduct had been severed in half, the massive structure collapsing like a broken beast, rubble and steel bars flying everywhere, huge fragments falling to the ground, stirring up a storm of dust and debris.

In the instant of his fall, Assassin swiftly adjusted his body, using his agility to avoid the direct impact of shrapnel. He leaped, using the collapsed bridge structure as a makeshift springboard, twisting his body to escape the fatal fall.

The mask shattered. Although Assassin managed an impossible body contortion in mid-air with the help of the Command Seal, parts of his body were still struck by the destructive beam.

The left forearm had been reduced to dust, and the white bone mask on the face had also disappeared. Only the head was missing, and it might have vanished along with it.

As Assassin fell, ignoring his left arm which was still bleeding profusely, and simply used his right hand to cover his face, as if he would not survive without that mask.

The face beneath that skull mask was gone, as if it had been cut off.

He tore off some of his clothes and wrapped them around his head, which made him feel a little better.

Sensing Assassin's current condition, Kirei Kotomine couldn't help but ask, "Can you still continue fighting?"

“Yes.” Assassin answered briefly and firmly, though his voice carried a hint of weariness.

The communication that existed within his heart allowed Kirei Kotomine to sense the immense pressure borne by the Servants under his command, and he sighed:

"I'll have the teacher transfer Archer over there as soon as possible. You'll be responsible for holding off Lancer there, and keep the battlefield on the overpass for now."

“Yes…” Assassin replied, his reply brief but full of determination.

The commotion caused by this operation has seriously affected the public order in the city, making it unlikely that the original plan can be maintained.

Kirei Kotomine knew that this battle had to be resolved quickly, otherwise it would cause even greater chaos.

Using the gem communicator in his ear, he contacted his teacher, Tokiomi Tohsaka.

"Teacher, I need your assistance." Kirei Kotomine's voice carried a hint of urgency.

"What's wrong, Kirei?" Tokiomi Tohsaka's voice came through, tinged with a hint of confusion.

Kirei Kotomine had already rushed to the battlefield, while Tokiomi Tohsaka was still waiting at the port for Assassin to take his place.

As for Tohsaka's side, Kirei was in charge of intelligence and assassination operations, and it seemed that there was no problem with Tokiomi Tohsaka guarding the rear as a general.

But with such a major upheaval already occurring in Fuyuki City, his continued waiting at the port seemed somewhat irresponsible for someone who was the manager of the Fuyuki Spirit Vein.

"Assassin is seriously injured, and the original plan to lure Lancer here has failed. I have taken it upon myself to set up the battlefield on the overpass. I hope you can send Archer here as soon as possible to finish things off."

Kirei Kotomine succinctly explained the situation and the unrest that had occurred in the city.

Upon hearing this, Tokiomi Tohsaka frowned. Although the development of the battle had exceeded his expectations, he was well aware that the current situation was far from optimistic.

"Kiri, you have done well. I will send the king to provide support immediately."

He turned to the elegant and arrogant Archer, Gilgamesh, and said:

"Your Majesty, the original plan has encountered uncontrollable factors, and we hope you can lend a hand."

Gilgamesh sneered, his eyes flashing with contempt, his tone full of sarcasm:

"The plans of fools are always as ridiculous as the jokes of court jesters."

He slightly raised his chin, his eyes filled with undisguised arrogance, as if watching a group of ignorant clowns performing a clumsy drama at a court banquet.

"Tokiomi, you pathetic worm, did you really think you could control the war with such a clumsy strategy? Now I have to clean up your mess?"

Gilgamesh continued, his voice seemingly emanating from a high throne, each word laced with disdain and mockery.

"Your Majesty!" Faced with Gilgamesh's mockery, Tokiomi Tohsaka did not refute, but instead kept his head lowered, adopting the most humble posture, his pleading evident in his words.

Gilgamesh stopped his mockery and quietly looked at Tokiomi Tohsaka, who was almost kneeling before him. The playful mood that had just arisen vanished, and the mockery in his eyes also subsided.

"Tokiomi, you have absolutely no talent for being a jester. You are boring and repulsive."

Then he gracefully raised one hand, as if conducting a courtly dance, with golden spiritual particles swirling around him, forming a magnificent radiance.

Chapter 56 Revenge is the most sacred thing in the world

A dazzling "ship" crafted from gold and emeralds, formed from golden spiritual particles, floated in the air like a divine miracle, radiating a brilliant light.

As the world's first hero, Gilgamesh once possessed all the world's treasures, and his treasure vault, the 'Golden Gate,' contained the prototypes of treasures that would later be passed down in various legends and myths.

This summoned ship is one of the "divine treasures." After being lost in Babylon, it was passed down to ancient India and was later recorded under the name Vimana in the two great epic poems, the Ramayana and the Mahabharata.

"Come aboard, Tokiomi, I grant permission." Gilgamesh stood atop the gleaming gold and emerald ship, his eyes filled with a cold arrogance, his tone brimming with unquestionable authority.

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"Hey, how come it's gotten so bad again after all this time?" Matou Ike stood atop the steel-framed building, looking at the hellish scene in the distance, and couldn't help but sigh and rub his forehead.

“That is indeed a bit of an exaggeration,” Berserker nodded in agreement.

"Can the Holy Church cover this up this time?" Matou Ike asked with some concern.

Fighter jets roared overhead, hurtling towards the battleground of the two heroic spirits. As far as the eye could see, a sea of ​​fire stretched out; the entire viaduct had been cleanly severed, as if cleaved in two by a giant axe.

"It should be possible, after all, the Holy Church handled it quite well the last few times," Berserker said calmly, his gaze still fixed on the distant battlefield.

Matou Ike nodded, still feeling somewhat uneasy.

Although they knew that the Church's capabilities and methods were indeed not to be underestimated, even the Changshi government was now shaken, and even the fighter jets patrolling the seas were assigned here.

They stood on the rooftop, watching the horrific scene unfold in the inferno. The broken viaduct lay like a scar across the heart of the city; everything was burning and collapsing. Thick smoke billowed, flames continued to spread, and the city's night sky was dyed blood red, as if the apocalypse had arrived.

“We should get going too,” Matou Ike sighed, turning his gaze toward the direction of the battle. Although the battle situation here perfectly matched his planned scenario, he never expected it to turn out this way.

As soon as he finished speaking, a large amount of black mud surged up from beneath Berserker's feet. The mud spread rapidly as if it were alive, enveloping his entire body.

The black mud quickly solidified and began to change shape, gradually coalescing into a ferocious two-legged flying dragon. Its scales shimmered with an eerie black light, and its eyes were like burning red flames, filled with filth and blasphemy.

If the priests were to witness that grotesque form and twisted power, they might raise their sacred texts and smash them directly against this unclean being.

Matou Ike nodded, adjusted his mindset, took a deep breath, and looked firmly ahead.

"Let's go."

After speaking, he took a step towards the edge of the tall building without hesitation. His entire body instantly transformed into countless insects in mid-air, like black clouds, and quickly flew towards the battlefield.

Berserker nodded slightly, mounted the two-legged dragon formed from black mud. As the dragon spread its wings, a stench and a fishy smell filled the air. With a deafening roar, the dragon soared into the air and flew swiftly towards the direction of the battle.

Their target was the center of the battlefield, where the enemy they had to face lay amidst the sea of ​​fire. As the dragon's wings flapped, they gradually approached the battlefield, the firelight illuminating their figures, making the black mud dragon appear even more ferocious and terrifying against the backdrop of the flames.

The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder and gunpowder, and the roar of fighter jets in the sky continued unabated. The two figures moved swiftly across the chaotic battlefield.

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"Ugh, Rider, it's all your fault! I told you to help Lancer take care of Assassin, but you wouldn't agree. Now look what's happened, so many people have died."

"What should I do? What should I do? If the association finds out, they will definitely hold me accountable!"

Webber whispered anxiously in Rider's ear, but Rider just picked at his ear and didn't pay much attention.

Dead people? Deaths are commonplace on the battlefield; it's a meat grinder where flesh and blood fly everywhere. In the eyes of the conqueror king, people are valuable, but human life is also the cheapest thing.

But Weber was just a greenhorn, a flower that had grown in the greenhouse of the Clock Tower, and had never seen such a tragic scene.

Furthermore, this matter has seriously violated the concealment regulations of the Magicians' Association. Webber does not want to be turned into a specimen, hung in the exhibition hall as a teaching tool for case studies, and pointed at and criticized by later generations.

“Well, kid, hatred and revenge are sacred things,” Rider said leisurely, as if teaching a beginner. “Even if mountains and oceans block the way, heaven and earth will make room for endless battlefields for the fire of revenge.”

“That’s the cause and effect between them,” Rider continued, his gaze firm and sharp. “How do you expect me to intervene?”

Weber frowned. He understood the deeper meaning in Rider's words, but his heart was still filled with anxiety.

"But if things get this bad, it will drag even more innocent people into this mess!"

“Young man, do you think I’m someone who doesn’t care about the bigger picture? If things escalate further, I will bring an army of ten thousand to end this farce.” Iskandar patted Weber on the back to reassure him.

He was growing to like this Master more and more. Although he hadn't fully matured yet, he believed that in the future, he would become someone who pursued dominance just like him.

"Now, as a witness to this journey of revenge, my primary task is to stop those who want to interfere from this journey."

Suddenly, Iskandar's eyes sharpened, and a fierce and dangerous growl came from his throat, like the low growl of a lion, but the upturned corners of his mouth made it look like he was smiling.

"To conquer without destroying, to dominate without humiliating—that is true conquest!"

Rider straightened his chest and spoke loudly, then drew his sword from his waist and made a virtual slash in mid-air, cutting through space.

The surging magic power then burst forth, and a magnificent, large-scale magical artifact appeared in the world along with the flow of magic power.

"That's the end of the show, let's go, kid."

"Sigh~ Why did you change your mind again?"

Weber was almost blown away by the swirling winds around him. Although he had seen it several times before, he still couldn't help but feel flustered.

"Because someone has come to disrupt things. This revenge was personally decided by me, how can I allow others to cause trouble?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Rider flipped up his cloak and leaped onto the Noble Phantasm, and Waver also climbed up with ease.

Seeing his Master's self-awareness, Rider burst into hearty laughter.

The Conqueror King's Noble Phantasm roared in response to his call.

Chapter 57 Confrontation

A raging storm, a clash between life and death.

A vibrant red flower of blood bloomed between the intertwined figures of the assassins and spearmen, then vanished in an instant.

In that life-or-death moment, time seemed to stretch out infinitely. The air was thick with the stench of blood, and the sounds of wind and the clash of metal intertwined to create a deadly symphony.

The battle between Assassin and Lancer was like a magnificent yet brutal dance; their movements were as fast as lightning, and every move was filled with deadly intent.

Assassin moved like a ghost through Lancer's attacks, constantly dodging with his agile footwork and swift reflexes.

Lancer, on the other hand, used his immense strength and precise attacks to force Assassin to retreat; each thrust of his spear was accompanied by a violent whooshing sound.

The battle continued, blood staining their weapons and clothes, and a gust of wind whipped up dust, turning the battlefield into chaos.

The flames sizzled and burned all around, the air thick with the smell of burning, and billowing smoke enveloped the battlefield. At the broken section of the overpass, steel bars and concrete hung haphazardly, resembling a ruin.

Assassin's dagger gleamed coldly in the firelight, while Lancer's spear emitted a ghostly blue glow.

Both sides remain steadfast, their will to fight the enemy has not diminished, and both heroic spirits are still alive.

The reason the outcome is still uncertain is that Assassin has no determination to win and is only stalling. Even though he is facing Lancer who has no mana supply, he still does not have the confidence to kill him in one blow.

If they were to fight to the death, they might be shredded to pieces by that azure demonic spear; the best outcome would be for both sides to exchange their lives for each other.