Magician in Type-Moon

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After a single breath, over a thousand sharp blades were fired.

The clash of metal echoed across the battlefield where a fierce wind was blowing.

All the paths for changing formations were covered by a torrential downpour of Noble Phantasms.

The competition for a decisive victory is endless and repetitive.

"This farce pleases me greatly, and this grand feast will be your judgment!"

After Gilgamesh finished speaking, he looked up, his eyes filled with a mysterious smile.

The wind had been torn apart, and tiny specks of death densely covered all the paths.

The goal is not to kill with a single blow.

Instead, they drove them away!

Gilgamesh turned all the paths of change into dead ends, leaving only one path to survival.

But this is not the king's tolerance and benevolence.

It was simply to gather all the Servants of the Stone Formation at one point.

Then, with a devastating attack that could make heaven and earth weep, all existence would be annihilated in one fell swoop.

Gilgamesh stood majestically at the center of the Stone Soldier Formation with his arms crossed, as if he were the master of the formation.

But at this moment, even the true owner of the formation did not sense it.

A figure had secretly slipped into the storm of death at some unknown time, as if it were there to die.

This person was none other than Angra Mainyu, who was wearing clothes named "Emiya Kiritsugu".

The Stone Soldier Eight Formations was originally a treasure that combined detection, reconnaissance, and discernment.

Even the inherent ability of Assassin-class Heroic Spirits to conceal their presence cannot hide themselves.

Angra Mainyu was able to infiltrate the group not because he possessed exceptional stealth skills.

It was simply because of the treasure he was holding at that moment—the legendary scabbard of King Arthur, "Avalon".

Named "The Ideal Land of Seclusion," it is an Ex-rank barrier artifact.

Not only can it heal the holder's injuries and halt aging, but if the true name is released, it will break into hundreds of pieces, protecting the owner from any interference.

A Noble Phantasm that has reached the realm of magic, capable of severing all physical interference, parallel world interference, and inter-dimensional communication (up to the sixth dimension).

Even the five major spells were ineffective.

Angra Mainyu, who inherited Kiritsugu Emiya's body, also inherited Saber's contract.

That's why he had the power to borrow Avalon's authority.

He enveloped himself in a barrier and traversed into the relentless bombardment of the Hero King Gilgamesh.

His goal is to find Artoria and return the scabbard to her.

Meanwhile, Knight King Artoria is struggling to block the rain of Noble Phantasms falling from the sky and is forced to move towards the only way out.

As the body was moving towards the next point.

"Kiritsugu?"

The contractual connection on Artoria's body was getting slightly hot.

"Why is he here?"

Before she could even think, Artoria's figure had already been teleported to the next node.

"No way, I finally found the location through the contract, and now it's disappeared again?"

Angra Mainyu looked at the spot where Artoria had just disappeared and said with some complaint.

"Forget it, let's keep searching... My body can still be preserved under Avalon's protection."

The instant Artoria teleported to this point, a storm of Noble Phantasms swept over her.

"Wind King Hammer!"

The Wind King's Iron Hammer was unleashed in an instant, blasting away the attacking treasure.

The attack on this node was not particularly strong, because this was precisely the "way out" that Gilgamesh had arranged for the Chaldea side.

Only when a Servant remains motionless at such a critical juncture will the Noble Phantasm rain take some action to drive them away.

In the magic channel established by El-Melloi II, the Stone Soldier Eight Formations.

"Bang! Bang! Mr. El-Melloi, what do we do now?!"

Mash was asking the young king for a way to break through the encirclement, and the sound of shields and Noble Phantasms clashing against each other could be heard in the channel.

"Don't rush, Mashu, inform Fujimaru Ritsuka and tell him to come in quickly!"

"But..."

Mashu didn't know what the point was of letting her senior into this dangerous place, but she could only comply with El-Melloi II's request.

Given this detective's personality, he shouldn't do things he's not sure of.

Just then, Artoria's voice came through the channel.

"El-Melloi, my Master has entered here at some point. Do you have a way to locate him and then move him to a safe location?"

Upon hearing Artoria's voice, the young prince was taken aback. "Emiya Kiritsugu?"

Why did he come? Given that man's personality, he shouldn't have put himself in such a dangerous situation.

And if he came, why didn't the Stone Soldier Eight Formations send any information back to me? Is there something special that can block detection?

Just as El-Melloi II was still pondering, several beams of Noble Phantasm light blasted towards him, and a feather fan appeared in his hand.

With a gentle wave, a barrier of flames appeared in front of him, blocking the incoming magical artifacts.

Faced with such a tight offensive, El-Melloi II had no choice but to pull himself back to his thoughts, but then he suddenly remembered something else and contacted Mash again on the Magic Channel.

"Mashu, tell Fujimaru Ritsuka not to come."

Mashu had just informed Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was outside the Stone Formation.

Fujimaru Ritsuka was also preparing to enter the Stone Soldiers Formation to lend Mash a hand.

"Ah, okay, okay."

Mashu, of course, did not want her senior to get involved in such a dangerous situation. Now that she had received the information from the second generation, she immediately passed it on to Fujimaru Ritsuka.

Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was about to enter the Stone Formation, was initially eager to try, but after receiving the new information, it was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured on her.

But there was nothing I could do but wait outside.

The Second Prince's voice rang out on the channel again.

"Saber, can you sense Kiritsugu Emiya's location now?"

"can!"

Artoria quickly responded after slashing away a Noble Phantasm that had come within three centimeters of her.

"Find him and bring him to me."

"Can't you just transfer him there? Like you would transfer us!"

"No, he's not bound to the array's core! Hurry, please!"

Artoria could now distinguish the priorities of the matter. This task was extremely difficult because once they deviated from the correct course given by Gilgamesh...

They would then have to face a storm of attacks that would be several times more terrifying than those launched from inside the node.

Without further ado, Artoria cleaved through another incoming Noble Phantasm.

"He's near the third node of the Dragon Flight Formation. Move me there quickly!"

Chapter 165 failed?

The voice just fell.

El-Melloi II then manipulated the array plate to move Artoria to the location she had indicated.

After several leaps, Artoria finally arrived at the third node of the Dragon Flight Array.

She was met with a barrage of powerful magical artifacts.

It's impossible to completely defend against it by simply swinging your sword.

Just then, Gilgamesh also discovered the little insect that was not following the "route" he had given.

"Hmph, still thinking about breaking the deadlock? Then I'll start by taking you down with me!"

Gilgamesh once again raised the sword Ea high.

Although he didn't know who this departed heroic spirit was, it didn't stop him from eliminating this uncontrollable factor.

The accumulated death energy within him did indeed pose a significant threat.

That's why he used this method to force all the Servants to one point, in order to save time and wipe them all out in one fell swoop.

Killing them one by one is too slow, and there's also that so-called strategist doing the work of restraining them.

One wrong move and you could be dragged to the brink of death.

The surrounding air currents rapidly gathered, and the sword of god stirred up a wild and arrogant storm, about to once again display the miracle of creation.

The hero-king, clad in golden armor, declared loudly and proudly:

"Pay homage to Ea, it's your honor!"

Suddenly the sky roared and the earth shook.

A huge mass of magic power was released, shaking the laws of the universe.

Gilgamesh's sword tip was aimed directly at Artoria's current direction.

Cracks stretched from the horizon into the empty air, distorting space, sucking away large amounts of air, and everything around was swept into the void by a whirlwind.

Before this sword was swung down, the three thousand worlds were nothing but meaningless chaos—

When this sword is swung, a new truth will split the sky, the earth, and the ocean.