Magician in Type-Moon

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Perhaps the injury is more important.

Already operating at double speed, it's impossible to activate the advanced transformation of the inherent time control; doing so might result in physical decay.

Although that thing can still guarantee that the body will not die, at that time one will become a fish on a chopping board, at the mercy of others.

So now it's a choice between two options.

One of the two bullets will inevitably hit; at that point, it depends on whether you can avoid fatal damage.

Kiritsugu Emiya quickly sidestepped, dodging the bullet aimed at his head, but because of this movement, he couldn't completely avoid the bullet aimed at his heart.

The bullet pierced his shoulder with excruciating pain, and blood gushed out instantly.

Matou Ike never intended to kill Emiya Kiritsugu with a revolver; the unconditionally activated fixed time control was simply too annoying.

The probability of him escaping is surprisingly high.

These two shots were only for the purpose of hitting the target, because the "little helper" was currently loading "Spirit Suppression Bullets," and when fired, they wouldn't be as obviously enchanted as "Phosphorus Fire Bullets."

This also prevented Kiritsugu Emiya from making any desperate moves.

The "Spirit Suppression Bullet" can absorb the enemy's magic power after hitting them. When the enemy is using magic, you can actively increase the absorption power to interfere with the enemy's spellcasting.

The purpose was to break the time control that was placed on Kiritsugu Emiya. Could his body withstand using such a high-intensity magic for so long?

At the moment he was shot, Kiritsugu Emiya's body reacted even faster than his consciousness.

Faced with the interference of the Spirit Suppression Bullet with the magic power within his body, Kiritsugu Emiya's family magic, on which he relied for survival, was finally broken.

The moment the magic was broken.

pain!

Intense pain surged like a tidal wave, instantly engulfing Kiritsugu Emiya.

The pain was ten thousand times worse than any form of torture in the world; it felt as if every cell was being torn apart and then regenerated.

The body was repeatedly torn and healed, and the time control that had just been activated for a long time caused the time flow inside and outside the barrier to have too large an error.

After the barrier was lifted, the world's corrections forcibly filled the gap, and the body was constantly squeezed and twisted under the influence of natural forces.

He could clearly feel the blood flowing backwards in his body, as if countless needles were pricking his veins.

The heart begins to work extra hard to push blood against this resistance to the backflow, the workload increases dramatically, and the myocardium begins to over-expand.

His breathing became rapid, as if a huge rock was pressing on his chest, and each breath felt like being slowly sliced ​​to death.

Will he die? No, he won't die. There's something inside him keeping him alive.

But every second of survival at this moment is torture for Kiritsugu Emiya.

"Ha, is this the punishment for patricide and patricide..." Kiritsugu Emiya thought to himself inexplicably, a hint of self-mockery flashing through his mind.

His breath gradually weakened, his vision began to blur, and every part of his body seemed to be groaning.

It seems the outcome is already decided.

Kiritsugu Emiya's head gradually drooped. He wanted to raise his head to observe the enemy's position, but he couldn't manage it.

His physical limits had long been exceeded, and his consciousness was becoming increasingly blurred. He knew that his time was running out.

Matouchi pressed forward slowly, victory within his grasp, yet a sense of unease lingered.

He silently counted down the time, judging the location of Matou Pond. It's almost here, almost here, it's now.

"Magiekern, befreien!"

The magical core, placed in the center of the room, was instantly released, but it did not turn into a bomb and destroy everything.

Instead, he violently released the magic power stored within him in an instant, the gushing magic power swirling around Matou Ike like glue.

The concentration of magical energy around Matou Ike reached the level of the Age of Gods in that instant.

This is an environment that modern magicians cannot accept.

Matouchi felt suffocated for a moment, his throat was pounding and his body was gradually becoming excited.

The worms on this body were constantly disintegrating and regrouping.

This wasn't a harmful attack; it just drove these magically cultivated insects into a frenzy.

If you had to describe it in one word, it would be "addictive."

Magical creatures are born to crave magic, and they are unable to resist such a concentrated magical environment for a short time.

They can't even be mobilized by their own master's orders.

This is the best way to deal with familiar magicians. If even familiars don't obey, what use are you as a magician?

It's a pity that this was a hastily devised plan. If only there had been a complete plan, giving Kiritsugu Emiya time to prepare.

Matou Ike's true form is not insurmountable.

Now is not the time to overthink...

This is the perfect moment to turn the tide!

"When the time comes, the roses are picked, and the flowers bloom and they have to be folded!"

Mobilizing the power sealed within his body, Kiritsugu Emiya instantly regained his vitality, wielding his dagger and lunging at Matou Ike's crumbling body.

Chapter 130 Kiritsugu Emiya's Secret

In the basement, Alice and "Maimi" were looking at the images in the crystal ball, which had now been divided into two groups.

One group consists of Artoria and Gilles de Rais, who are engaged in a fierce battle in the forest, while the other group consists of Kiritsugu Emiya and the clones of Ike Matou.

"Oh my gosh, it's finally here, it's finally here!" Angela Manuel, dressed as Mai Mi, was dancing with joy.

The image of an ice queen being filled by someone with such a comical and ridiculous personality is truly ruining his persona.

Even Irisviel, who was standing next to her, felt somewhat uncomfortable.

"What are you talking about?" Although uncomfortable, she was also curious about the purpose of this person with the appearance of "Maimi".

Was he a participant in the Holy Grail War? Or a conspirator with some unspeakable secret? We don't know.

All we know for now is that one of this guy's goals is the small Holy Grail inside his body.

"Madam, didn't you notice? Don't you find the last move your husband, Emiya Kiritsugu, used strange?"

Irisviel recalled the scene just now; Kiritsugu's movements, though sharp, were nothing special.

However, she had a vague feeling that something was wrong, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

“It was just a normal attack; I didn’t see anything special about it.” She shook her head.

"Madam, didn't you notice? That's a Noble Phantasm! Although only a tiny bit of its power is visible, I would never mistake the aura of a Noble Phantasm that only Heroic Spirits possess!"

Angra Mainyu exclaimed loudly, as if revealing a tremendous secret.

Irisviel looked at him in surprise, a hint of doubt and astonishment flashing in her eyes.

"You mean... Kiritsugu used a Noble Phantasm?"

"Yes, a Noble Phantasm, I see, I see. It seems we can proceed to the next step..." Angra Mainyu murmured to himself, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Wait a minute, it seems like some uninvited guests have come looking for us."

While Kiritsugu Emiya was engaged in a fierce battle with his clone, Matou Ike had already turned the castle upside down.

We finally found the "safe house" that was protected by a barrier.

"It seems Irisviel is in here. I hope this trip wasn't in vain." As for the clone, winning or losing doesn't matter.

Winning would be even better, but even if we lose, we can still bring back a lot of information about Kiritsugu Emiya.

Ever since that bizarre dream, he felt that something was off about this Holy Grail War.

It wasn't just the Lancer summoned by Kenneth, but also the power that Iskandar, the King of Conquerors, unleashed during Gilgamesh's final Ea release.

More intelligence is always a good thing.

Upon reaching the basement door, Matou Ike habitually knocked on it, as one should always be polite.

Another point is that he felt he had Irisviel completely under his control.

Reaching the basement door, Matou Ike habitually knocked, a playful smile playing on his lips.

After all, people should always be polite. Even before doing something bad, shouldn't you at least say hello first?

"Boom boom boom!"

"No need to knock, just come in. The door isn't locked."

The voice coming from inside the door was a male voice, and it sounded somewhat like...

Matou Ike immediately became alert, but since they had already found their way here... there was no need to back down any further.

But he still needed to let the insects scout ahead... He secretly gave the order, and several strange little insects flew out from his sleeves and silently sneaked into every corner of the room.

These flying insects moved swiftly and were extremely well-hidden, quickly dispersing and disappearing into the crevices and shadows of various rooms.

Their antennae trembled slightly as they sensed their surroundings, transmitting subtle sounds and scents.

Matou Ike stood outside the door, and through magic that allowed her to share her senses with her familiar, she discovered...

Irisviel was indeed in the room, but... she was looking in horror at the strange black shadow beside her.

As the gaze shifted, Matou Ike manipulated the little insect to look over as well.

That's Assassin? How could that be?

How can it be?

How could Assassin still be alive?

Matouchi immediately prepared to transform into a swarm of insects and retreat, intending to use a Command Spell to summon Caster.

"Don't be afraid, you're not my target today, there's no need to rush."

Inside the room, Angra Mainyu, transformed into Assassin, spoke slowly.

Although Matou Ike is considered an ally, it's still quite fun to scare him.

However, as soon as she finished speaking, Matouchi transformed into insects and scattered, disappearing into the air in an instant, flying off to who knows where.