Magician in Type-Moon

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Kiritsugu himself had no intention of personally participating in the battle, which is why he prepared this sniper rifle.

His objective was to observe the situation from a distance from the battlefield. The last time he rashly approached, he was ambushed by Matou Ike—it had only been a dozen hours. He should seize the opportunity to assassinate the enemy's summoner.

To Servants, no matter how powerful Kiritsugu and Maiya's firepower is, it's still less than a water gun.

Therefore, the task of fighting the Servants is entrusted to Saber, and it is best to make the battle so intense that the enemy Servants have no time to protect their Master.

......

"This is too exaggerated, isn't it?" Matou Ike muttered to himself, a hint of astonishment flashing in his eyes.

In the sky, the Noble Phantasms fell like a torrential rain, gleaming with cold light and magical brilliance. This was the attack of one person—Gilgamesh.

Countless swords, spears, and halberds poured out from his 'Golden Treasury', as if divine soldiers had descended from the heavens.

“This is the power of Archer…” Kiritsugu, far away, gripped his sniper rifle tightly, feeling the absolute pressure.

Gilgamesh stood on his golden ship, looking down at the Heroic Spirits and Masters on the battlefield below, his eyes flashing with cold arrogance. He didn't care who these attacks would affect; whether enemies or allies, they were all nothing more than ants in his eyes.

The Berserker caught in the attack roared, its body churning with black mud as it tried to withstand the powerful onslaught. Meanwhile, Matou Ike, inside the cockpit, reacted swiftly, maneuvering the fighter jet to evade the attack while simultaneously using magic to enhance himself and prevent being caught in its crossfire.

Rider's chariot spun rapidly through the air, dodging the Noble Phantasm attacks raining down from the sky.

Waver gripped the edge of the chariot tightly, feeling powerful magical fluctuations coming from all directions, while Iskandar fearlessly steered the chariot, displaying his indomitable spirit as the King of Conquerors.

Although Archer is currently using some of the less advanced Noble Phantasms from his 'Gate of Babylon,' with the truly valuable ones still hidden away, the sheer number of them is enough to overwhelm all the Servants present.

Standing on the golden ship, Tokiomi Tohsaka sensed the powerful magical energy fluctuations and felt a vague unease. His expression was bitter as he whispered a reminder:

"Your Majesty, such misuse of weapons and continued liberation of the 'King's Treasury' will only..."

Gilgamesh sneered, interrupting him:

"Tokiomi, are you questioning my judgment? And wasn't this your advice? Do you intend to retract your previous advice? That's a capital offense, Tokiomi!"

Tokiomi Tohsaka was taken aback, and quickly lowered his head: "I wouldn't dare, it's just..."

"But?" Gilgamesh's eyes flashed with contempt. "Tokiomi, don't you understand? These ants are not worth my use of my true treasures. These low-grade fodder are enough to make them taste despair."

Tokiomi Tohsaka felt a pang of anxiety, knowing that further words would be futile, and could only silently accept Gilgamesh's decision.

Chapter 65 Aerial Showdown (Part 2)

Archer's offensive has damaged the wings of the fighter jet that Matou Ike is currently piloting.

The flight control system emitted a piercing alarm, and red warning lights flashed incessantly, indicating the severity of the damage to the fighter jet. Matou Ike gritted his teeth, forcibly steadying the control stick, attempting to control this wounded steel monster.

Inside the cabin, the wind howled past, mixed with the sounds of explosions and the clanging of metal from the outside world. The fighter jet shook violently in the air, seemingly on the verge of disintegrating at any moment.

"Damn it!" Matou Ike cursed under his breath, his gaze sharp as a knife. He quickly assessed the current situation, his mind racing as he calculated his next move.

Just then, Gilgamesh's attack struck again, countless Noble Phantasms raining down on the fighter jet like a storm. Each Noble Phantasm carried destructive power, as if it wanted to tear everything apart.

Matou Ike took a deep breath, abruptly pulled back the control stick, and the fighter jet performed a rapid roll in the air, narrowly avoiding several oncoming Noble Phantasms. However, more attacks followed closely behind, leaving no escape.

"This is a bit troublesome," he muttered calmly to himself, without a trace of fear in his eyes.

"Berserker!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a dark shadow rapidly approached Matou Pond. It was Berserker's wyvern, its eyes burning like blazing red flames, flying towards him with surging black mud.

Upon seeing that Matouchi's fighter jet was damaged, Berserker immediately changed direction and flew towards his location. Black mud, like a living thing, surged from the dragon's body and quickly covered the wreckage of the fighter jet.

The black mud quickly seeped into every crevice of the fighter jet, merging with the broken metal. Under the cover of the black mud, the wreckage gradually returned to its original state, as if it had undergone a rebirth in the darkness.

The fighter jet's outer shell began to glow with a dark light. The magic contained within the black mud fused with the metal, giving the jet new power. The previously damaged wings regenerated, and the cracks in the fuselage were filled with black mud, as if it had never been damaged.

The corrosive power of the black mud became apparent, and in the blink of an eye, it transformed the Sonic Silver Wing, a product of the latest technological advancements, into an unusual shape.

Completely consumed by the black mud magic, the steel raptor turned its nose around again and charged straight toward Archer's ship of light floating in the air. Its black wings sliced ​​through the air like sharp blades, and the fighter jet emitted a deep roar, like a raging cry from hell.

"Oh, so this guy chose the protagonist... Let me test your mettle!"

Gilgamesh, seeing the black mud monster charging towards him, abandoned his arrogant expression, revealing a wicked, twisted smile as he accepted the challenge from Berserker and Matou Ike. Tokiomi had no way of knowing what changes had occurred in the King of Heroes' words and state of mind, nor did he care to investigate further.

All he knew was that he had to fully cooperate with Gilgamesh's actions.

The aerial pursuit made it impossible for Tokiomi to serve the King of Heroes any longer, a thought that arose simultaneously in the minds of both Master and Servant.

Whatever their reasons, this was a rare instance where Gilgamesh and Tokiomi Tohsaka shared the same thoughts.

"My lord, please be careful. I will go to support Assassin..."

"Okay, then go and play with him."

The ship of light glided through the air, carrying Tokiomi directly above where he was disembarking, at a height difference of about eighty meters. This height was nothing to a magician.

"Then I wish you good luck."

Tokiomi grabbed his ceremonial cane, flipped up the hem of his outer garment, stood on the bow of the ship, and leaped into the air without hesitation.

At this moment, Archer, left alone on the ship, had a cruel look in his eyes as he watched the steel machine getting closer and closer.

"A rabid dog that should be crawling on the ground dares to come to the sky where kings fly... This nonsense is so stupid, you bastard!"

Six Noble Phantasms burst forth from the unfolded Gate of Babylon, spears and swords gleaming with blinding light, trailing their tails like meteors as they faced Berserker. The two turbofan engines, imbued with alien power, emitted a sharp, whirring sound, amplifying the bird's roar. At this moment, the fighter's codename truly reflected the name 'Great Dove'.

The F-4EJ, dripping with black mud, found a narrow opening amidst Archer's barrage of Noble Phantasm attacks and slipped through.

However, Archer's Noble Phantasm will not give up the pursuit just because it misses once.

Three of the six Noble Phantasms—the battle axe, the scythe, and the scimitar—suddenly turned and continued to closely pursue F-4EJ.

Just before the Noble Phantasm was about to hit, the black F-4EJ's ailerons and flaps began to sway as if they were living beings, making a rapid evasive maneuver that was impossible from an aerodynamic perspective, and lightly dodging the tip of the Noble Phantasm.

This astonishing barrel roll not only evaded the first attack but also successfully dodged the second and third. The pursuing Noble Phantasm vanished in vain in mid-air, as if it had never existed.

Such violent spins and sudden turns could cause ordinary drivers to suffer internal organ rupture, faint, or even die, but Berserker and Matouike obviously wouldn't care about such trivial matters.

As they successfully evaded all the attacks, the F-4EJ suddenly executed an Immelmann turn, turning its nose toward the Archer.

Flames from the rocket engines shot out from the pylons on the left and right sides, and two missiles made of black mud were launched, as if to retaliate against Archer's Vimana.

“What kind of tricks are you trying to pull…” Archer sneered slightly, reached out and touched Vimana’s rudder. The ship of light immediately accelerated and displayed a graceful flight posture that Berserker’s brutal turning maneuvers could not match, dodging the missile’s trajectory.

The epic poem praises the flying treasure's speed as fast as thought, an action that has completely defied the laws of physics.

However, Matou Ike and Berserker had no intention of giving up. They maneuvered their fighter jet, constantly changing tactics, while the black mud continuously repaired and strengthened the machine, as if the fighter jet had become a magical work of art, possessing incredible flexibility and durability.

Archer's eyes flashed with disdain, then he sneered, "It seems you bastards really know how to make futile struggles."

The fighter jet's turbines roared, and the two missiles seemed to respond to his fierce roar, twisting their canards to change direction and once again pursuing Vimana, who had dodged away.

These two missiles were originally just electronic weapons that used radar waves to guide their direction, but now they have completely transformed into magical devices like hunting dogs, relentlessly pursuing Archer.

He summoned even more Noble Phantasms from the Gate of Babylon, and the air was instantly filled with shimmering light, like a rain of countless sharp swords, heading straight for the black F-4EJ.

At the same time, he accelerated instantly in his Vimana, rushing towards Berserker and Matouike like a meteor, ready to deliver a fatal blow to them.

The aerial chase intensified, with the power of the Noble Phantasms and the black mud colliding in mid-air, unleashing dazzling sparks and deafening roars.

Berserker and Matouike's fighter jets tumbled through the air, the intensity of the battle exceeding all expectations.

Chapter 66 The Vanished

Amidst the scorching sun and billowing black smoke of battle, Tokiomi Tohsaka leaps and lands.

This automatic descent is caused by a combination of mass manipulation and airflow control. Any skilled magician can perform this technique.

If you want to judge proficiency, you should judge skill level by the visual appeal.

Maintaining a perfectly vertical, straight descent trajectory, it landed as lightly as a feather, without a single strand of clothing or hair getting disheveled.

Tokiomi's masterful and refined skills are truly exemplary; any magician would surely be filled with admiration.

However, Kiritsugu was not a follower of magic. He held no respect or admiration for magic whatsoever.

He only cared about the result, not the process. To him, even the most elegant landing by Tokiomi was nothing more than a useless display of skill.

Kiritsugu Emiya's sniper scope was now locked on Tokiomi Tohsaka, who was leaping off the flying boat made of gold and emeralds.

The instant they saw Tokiomi leap and land through the scope, Maiya and Kiritsugu locked onto him from different positions at the same time.

This is the target that Kiritsugu Emiya has been searching for on the battlefield: a lone Master.

Looking across the entire battlefield, it was unclear whether the Matou family member was in his true form or an imposter. Moreover, being inside the Berserker-possessed fighter jet, he was extremely safe, giving them no chance whatsoever.

The Rider's Master, although the Conqueror King seemed carefree, was actually extremely meticulous; his Master never left his side for even a moment.

Through the sniper scope, Tokiomi Tohsaka's figure gradually magnified. He landed gracefully, seemingly unaffected by the surrounding smoke and fire.

His expression was calm, and the scepter in his hand glowed faintly, as if he were completely undisturbed by the chaos of the battlefield.

"Shall we make a move?" Hisayuu Maiya's voice came from the other side of the battlefield, followed by Emiya Kiritsugu's voice.

The radio communications crisscrossed the entire magical, ocean-like battlefield without ever stopping.

Having learned from the previous experience of being interfered with by magic, this time the wireless headset is a device that communicates on a special frequency. Although it cannot completely avoid the influence of magic, it is still able to clearly express its meaning.

Kiritsugu Emiya remained silent, pondering something—he instinctively felt a certain resistance to the idea of ​​assassinating Tokiomi Tohsaka now.

This is clearly the perfect opportunity, so why worry?

He hesitated, his fingers stroking the trigger of the sniper rifle. If a shooting instructor saw this, he would definitely reprimand Kiritsugu Emiya severely, as this was considered "golden finger" behavior.

But Kiritsugu Emiya didn't care about any of that. His proficiency with firearms had reached the level of a master among masters through years of fighting on the battlefield.

"Shall we make a move?" A rare urging came through the earpiece, something that would have been virtually impossible before.

In the past, he was the one who formulated, implemented, and completed the plans, while Maiya only needed to follow orders.

However, in the past nine years, he has rarely been involved in external operations, and has basically only been responsible for planning.

Perhaps that's why Maiya has already noticed his inner weakness.

This orphan, whom he picked up from the battlefield, was gradually transformed into the killing machine he is today.

Kiritsugu only saved the girl's life; her heart died the moment she met him.

Although the girl survived the baptism of napalm and gunpowder, this good fortune left her feeling lost.

She felt no value or joy in living as a "person" again.

So this lifeless girl told Kiritsugu—"The life that has been picked up should be given to the person who picked it up."