Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

This is a fantastic opportunity!

As a seasoned knight-king who had experienced countless battles, she naturally seized this opportunity, but she merely moved her hand and then turned her head away as if she hadn't noticed anything.

However, a Servant's noble character does not mean that her Master will also refrain from taking advantage of her misfortune.

"Strong crosswind, crosshair adjusted three notches to the left, building wind, whirlwind from three directions... crosshair adjusted one notch to the right, target locked."

Lurking in the shadows, with three Command Seals branded on his right hand, the true Master, Kiritsugu Emiya, aimed at Waver's head and pulled the trigger.

Sparks flew from Walter's gun muzzle.

I won't say which anime this references (hehe).

Chapter 45 The Missing Emiya Kiritsugu

Ward sniper rifle.

Originally designed for Olympic shooting competitions, it achieved the accuracy of a semi-automatic sniper rifle. Due to its discontinuation and the fact that only 176 were ever produced, each rifle was worth around $90,000.

For the Magician Killer, who was already an oddball, this weapon, which could be described as an anomaly, was a perfect match for him.

The millimeter-long bullet struck Webber's forehead, and barring any unforeseen circumstances, the inexperienced magician would likely have his skull easily pierced.

Even Weber himself realized his impending death in that instant.

finished?

The past flashed by like a revolving lantern, and in the end, Webber felt an urge to give a bitter smile.

My past is truly boring, tedious, and childish to the point of being laughable.

To run off to participate in the Holy Grail War just out of spite is like a runaway wandering into the war-torn Middle East—it's undoubtedly suicidal.

Perhaps people can only gain some understanding before they die, but it's all too late then.

The bullet pierced the air, and death's kiss was just a step away from him.

A silver light pierced the air, arriving before Webber and blocking his path.

"boom!"

Amidst the sparks, the sturdy Cypriot sword deflected the bullet, and the recoil slammed into Webber's head, like a "gentle" flick of a king's finger, waking Webber from his illusion of death.

"What are you standing there for, brat? Defend now!" Iskandar shouted, maintaining the motion of throwing his short sword.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!" Webber clutched a red mark on his forehead. He had just cast a defensive spell when the sound of a submachine gun with a silencer firing came from another direction.

There was more than one assassin!

Although the bullets were not as penetrating as Ward's, the overwhelming barrage was enough to completely tear a person's flesh and blood apart.

"Why is it only coming at me?!" Weber looked devastated, but he didn't give up easily. Instead, he gritted his teeth and set up a new defensive spell.

Although the magic barrier was easily torn apart by bullets from modern firearms, it bought Webber enough time.

"Thump." A loud thud, like a weight hitting the ground, was heard, clearly not something Webber, with his small frame, could produce. The next moment, Webber felt the wind whistling, and someone who had landed before him grabbed his waist, shielding him in a broad chest, while Webber drew his short sword and swept it across the volley of bullets with a fierce expression.

The moment Waver was protected by Iskandar, he felt an unprecedented sense of security, but he quickly came to his senses and realized the problem—without using his Noble Phantasm, Iskandar was nothing more than a stronger ancient soldier, how could he possibly escape unscathed from the guns of a modern army!

The words were on the tip of his tongue when Weber's pupils contracted, his mind reeling from the splattering blood.

While the Cypriot sword did cut down many bullets, Iskandar was, after all, a king who led his army to conquer, not a warrior with divine martial arts skills, and could not stop a full thirty bullets.

Faced with the remaining crisis, the red-haired strongman chose to deal with it in a simple way.

That muscular arm was thick enough to act as a small shield, enough to block bullets that were losing their momentum.

Blood and flesh splattered everywhere, leaving more than a dozen horrifying holes in the Conqueror King's arm, which was even sizzling with smoke.

This is definitely not an effect that ordinary bullets can produce.

After a moment of stunned silence, Webber quickly cast a healing spell to cure his injuries.

"How are you?!" By the end, Weber, still a student, was on the verge of tears. "Idiot! You big idiot!"

"What's the panic! I am a follower, and this injury is not as serious as the plague I suffered while on campaign!" Iskandar waved his hand, and the injury to his right arm healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. Wisps of black energy could even be seen emanating from it, disappearing with the lingering resentment.

"It's a bullet imbued with necromancy." Despite the momentary panic, Waver, being a top student at the Clock Tower, immediately recognized the source of the damage. "To break your magic resistance, it seems to have been imbued with at least two sections of incantation... Can you find the assassin?"

“No, I am not good at scouting enemies.” Iskandar lowered his head, looking at Waver, who, though still with tears in his eyes, seemed to have matured in an instant, and smiled, asking with a hint of probing, “So, what do we do next, Master?”

Weber, who was deep in thought, was unaware of the form of address. After a moment of contemplation, he sighed helplessly, "Although I am very unwilling, I should retreat."

Perhaps tempered by the experience of death, Weber frankly stated, "My presence will tether you, and a cavalryman with such concerns cannot gallop freely on the battlefield."

In the end, the thin Master was still somewhat dejected: "I'm sorry, meeting a Master like me must have been very disappointing for you."

A hearty laugh interrupted his self-pity. Waver felt a sudden lightness as Iskandar lifted him up, and with a rumble of thunder in the sky, the Wheel of God's Might came hurtling through the air, carrying them away into the distance.

"Conqueror King, please take your leave for now. My fellow heroes, please continue to enjoy this wonderful night!"

Even though he left early, the Conqueror King remained heroic, and the swordplay in Warehouse Street paused for a moment, as if saying goodbye.

Then the fighting resumed.

"Target clearance failed. According to the original plan, we will move to target point two."

The woman named "Kuyu Maiya," the half-body of the magician assassin Kiritsugu Emiya, reported in a low voice through a Bluetooth headset. She quickly disassembled the AUG with a blank expression and then walked away in small steps.

Inevitably, I recall the figure of that red-haired strongman, and his lion-like eyes that were filled with anger in that instant.

Heroic Spirits... I'm afraid humanity cannot defeat them.

Hisayu Maiya calmly drew a conclusion in her mind.

Only she and Kiritsugu knew what that magazine of bullets they had fired earlier was trying to prove.

The cause dates back to Winter Castle a year ago. During those days, Hisayu Maiya was out gathering information. When she returned, the young man named "Sakugetsu," who had single-handedly defeated the Einzbern family, had disappeared.

But the impact he had left a lasting impression—Emiya Kiritsugu, through his conversation with the young man, realized how powerless ordinary bullets and the weapons that made him famous were in the face of true power.

Thus, without Irisviel's knowledge, Kiritsugu Emiya and Maiya Hisau went out several times and eventually found a freak who was both a mercenary and a necromancer—Kairi Shishikai—through an intermediary.

After paying off nearly half of his fortune, Kiritsugu Emiya obtained a new Mystic Code in addition to the "Origin Bullet"—a magical bullet imbued with the resentment of the dead.

Judging from the injuries of that burly red man, those bullets could indeed cause some trouble for the Servant.

That's enough—after all, the task of defeating Servants doesn't belong to the Master.

Just then, Hisayu Maiya suddenly realized something, and her body suddenly stiffened.

Kiritsugu? "

Even now, the working Bluetooth headsets remain silent.

Emiya Kiritsugu.

no respond!

Chapter 46 Assassin is dead yet again!

Above the building

"The sniping attempt failed."

After the gunshot was deflected by the sword, Kiritsugu Emiya knew that his plan to assassinate his Master had failed.

After all, the essence of assassination is to strike unexpectedly. Once discovered, it can no longer be called an assassination.

Hmph, surely no one would think that carrying a greatsword and cutting down one person after another counts as assassination? That would be laughable.

As for Maiya's attack after that, it was merely an experiment to confirm the effect of the magic bullets; it would be a pleasant surprise if she could actually kill her Master.

With lightning speed, Kiritsugu Emiya disassembled the weapon, his expression cold, intending to leave before anyone could react.

Warning signs, honed through life-or-death experiences, rise up.

Ignoring the expensive parts, Kiritsugu Emiya tossed aside what he was holding, activated his magic circuits, and unleashed the only specialized magic he knew at top speed.

, ! (Inherent Time Control - Double Speed)

While ensuring he could maintain his fighting strength, he activated the magic that pushed his body to its limits, opening his internal barrier and propelling Kiritsugu Emiya backward with near-Servant speed, dodging the cold light that flashed like flowing water.

The black trench coat resembled a large bird spreading its wings, only to have them cut off and drift away in the wind.

"Huff... Huff..." The ruptured blood vessels caused by casting magic left Kiritsugu Emiya with a bloody smell with every breath. He squinted at the Shadow Heroic Spirit standing in front of him, slowly sheathing his short dagger.

. "

The person before me was wearing a skull mask and a coarse black robe. Who else could it be but the one who was killed in full view of everyone?

Now, the Servant, who has been resurrected from death once again, has raised his weapon against him.

The killing intent emanating from the heroic spirits, the resistance to one's own death, the fear of the assassin who has died and been resurrected multiple times... If it were anyone else, they would surely have collapsed under this unbearable pressure.

However, Kiritsugu Emiya is not that kind of person. In battle, he simply analyzes and processes information as calmly as a machine, finding ways to defeat or kill the enemy.

That's why, upon appearing for the third time, he immediately overturned his original judgment and came to the following conclusion:

So that's how it is. It wasn't just that he escaped with his life in front of Tokiomi Tohsaka's mansion, but rather that he truly died twice, but as a Servant in multiple forms?

If Sakuzuki were here, she would definitely tell Kiritsugu with a smile.

Congratulations, you got it right.

In the Fourth Holy Grail War, the one summoned by the priest Kirei Kotomine is actually named "Hassan the Hundred Faces," and her (his?) only Noble Phantasm, Delusional Illusion, is the reason why she appears and disappears so mysteriously.

Delusions and illusions

Grade: B+

Multiple souls exist within a single entity. After dispersing their own souls, they can exist in the mortal world as multiple heroic spirits, splitting into a maximum of 80 individuals, with the potential to unconsciously express themselves.

This skill, which can be simply called a split personality, allows Hassan the Hundred Faces to split into eighty individuals, who are then scattered throughout Fuyuki City, acting like human cameras to monitor the actions of the other participants. Because of the class's inherent skill "Presence Concealment," Hassan the Hundred Faces' surveillance is almost undetectable (Zhuge Kongming: ?).

Putting aside combat prowess, Hassan's utility is crucial in the Holy Grail War, which is heavily reliant on intelligence. In the original story, the corrupted Kirei Kotomine used the intelligence he gathered to seize the Lesser Grail from Irisviel within a few days, sow discord, drive Kariya Matou insane, and nearly secure victory in the Holy Grail War.

Moreover, the so-called low combat strength is only the result of horizontal comparison with Servants of other classes.

When facing ordinary magicians, even the weakest servants can be easily torn to shreds.

For example, right now.

With a soft whoosh, a stone that could be seen anywhere on the ground flew out and smashed the pistol that Kiritsugu Emiya had just taken out of his pocket.