Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

With the Master's abilities, Waver and the others quickly confirmed his identity.

"I never expected that two shameless scoundrels would appear in one night, ignoring my existence and calling themselves kings."

The golden-haired Heroic Spirit opened his mouth with a cold, displeased sneer, looking down contemptuously at the three Servants facing off below. His arrogant attitude and tone were similar to those of the Conqueror King, but even more ruthless and cold-blooded.

Seemingly surprised to find an even more aggressive opponent, he scratched his chin in bewilderment.

“This is truly a difficult situation… I, Iskandar, am the world-renowned Conqueror.”

“Foolish fools. I am the only true king and hero in heaven and earth. All others are nothing but a bunch of rabble.”

After uttering this statement in an extremely matter-of-fact tone, the golden heroic spirit lost interest and stopped paying attention. Instead, it shifted its gaze, its blood-red vertical pupils fixed on the young man in the loose kimono who stood alone among the crowd.

The murderous intent that instantly spread startled even Tokiomi Tohsaka, who had a contractual relationship with him.

"Didn't I say that I shouldn't let you find me?"

Golden ripples spread out from the void, revealing a gleaming treasure, its blade aimed at the golden-eyed youth's brow, throat, limbs, and heart.

Without uttering a single word, he waved his hand, and the magical artifacts behind him rained down like a torrential downpour.

"Die, you bastard!"

Chapter 42 The Shock Caused by Rho Aias

Swords, spears, halberds, axes, hooks, and forks.

Without even a second thought, the Hero King, at the height of his pride and arrogance, waved his hand, and a total of thirty-two Noble Phantasms flew out, shooting towards the new moon.

It's worth noting that Gilgamesh never unleashed the Vault to this extent when fighting Lancelot in the original story.

Such behavior and such a display of force undoubtedly drew astonishment from others.

"To be able to anger such an arrogant guy like this, this kid called 'Shuoyue' must be stronger than I imagined..." Iskandarmo, who had sparred with Shuoyue, stroked his chin thoughtfully.

"Is this the time to worry about that?!" Waver grabbed his sleeve nervously. "What was that? Was that a Noble Phantasm he threw out? It must be a Noble Phantasm!"

Meanwhile, the group was also exchanging whispers.

"Can you recognize her real name?" Irisviel asked softly.

Artoria gazed at the Noble Phantasms that were being fired, then shook her head after a moment: "I'm sorry, Irisviel, I can only recognize some of them, and these Noble Phantasms are not targeted at any particular civilization, and they even come from different civilizations."

"Yes, of the thirty-two Noble Phantasms, I only recognized Fragrak (Reverse Light Sword), and its aura was different from any I had ever seen before, seemingly more primal and pure."

He smoothly transitioned into the conversation without realizing it was inappropriate, and nodded, saying:

"I see, so it's the original weapon code..."

Under normal circumstances, there will never be two identical Noble Phantasms in the world, because the deeds of Heroic Spirits are all unique, and the Noble Phantasms that are derived from them are also unique.

However, there are two exceptions. First, if two heroes are rumored to use the same Noble Phantasm, they might be carrying the same Noble Phantasm in the present world. Take Hercules as an example. He once stole the belt from Hippolyta, the Amazon queen. When Hercules and Hippolyta were summoned at the same time, Hercules, who possessed the "Twelve Glories," wore the same belt as the original owner, even though the belt's creator, the god of war, only made this one.

The situation is different. He possesses the original texts of all the world's treasures. The treasure he controls, "Gate of Babylon," is a product of the legend that he "collected all the treasures of the world and stored them in the golden city of ancient Babylon" during his lifetime. Because it is the oldest, the treasures and technology he collected are the foundation of human development and are the "original texts of human wisdom." Whenever humans create something new, the prototype of that new thing will appear in the Gate of Babylon. In other words, the number of treasures in the Gate of Babylon is increasing every moment.

Even now, a thousand years later, Gilgamesh can't remember exactly how many treasures he possesses.

It is precisely because he possesses the "Golden Gate of Babylon" that Gilgamesh became one of the "Golden Three Targets," because no matter what kind of opponent he encounters, he can use a Noble Phantasm that counters the opponent, thus easily achieving victory—provided that this arrogant and conceited king is in a serious state.

"What a foul-breaking Servant," Diarmuid said with a wry smile. "If that kid doesn't summon a Servant soon, he'll be in danger."

Upon hearing this, Artoria pursed her lips and slowly nodded.

Although her intuition gave no warning, she didn't think that Shuoyue could withstand such an attack.

Only a Servant can defeat a Servant—

This is the unchanging consensus of all the Holy Grail Wars throughout history.

That's how it should be... Yeah, right!

A young man's whisper echoed in the somber air.

"He didn't use a Command Spell, he performed a magic incantation!" Waver's expression changed drastically. "Has he gone mad?!"

"No!" Iskandar slammed his hand on the seat, his eyes wide. "He blocked it!"

Under the gaze of all the heroic spirits, seven pink petals unfolded layer by layer, transforming into a conceptual shield to block the rain of Noble Phantasms.

"That belongs to Ajax, son of Telamon, from the Trojan War..." The knowledge bestowed upon them by the Holy Grail allowed them to immediately recognize this renowned Noble Phantasm.

That's why he couldn't contain his amazement.

"Could it be the shield that blocked Hector's javelin?!" The shockwave from the Noble Phantasm's attack whipped his golden hair, but as he took a step forward, disbelief flickered in his golden eyes. "How could he have something like that? That shield should have been damaged by now!"

Despite being a Master and a mere mortal, the abilities he displayed astonished all the Heroic Spirits.

As if sensing the shock of those around her, Shuoyue's lips curled slightly as she slowly uttered the name of the Flower Shield—

(Covering the seven rings of the celestial sphere!)

Emiya's only specialty is defensive weaponry, each piece of which is comparable to the defensive power of an ancient city wall.

Aside from unreasonable armor-piercing bullets and other scientifically-based thermal weapons, its defense is sufficient to deal with most magical attacks. Even if a Noble Phantasm were used to fire a volley, it would require a B-rank or even A-rank Noble Phantasm to break through its defense.

Unfortunately, no matter how angry Gilgamesh was, his arrogance wouldn't allow him to use a high-level Noble Phantasm to attack—such an act would be an insult to him.

When did it become that dealing with a mere magician would defile the precious collection in my royal treasury?

Shuoyue could picture Jin Shanshan's arrogant expression when he said those words, and couldn't help but smile.

Arrogance is the original sin, Gilgamesh.

Just then, Shuoyue noticed that one of her insect-like familiars inside her clothes suddenly stiffened, then shattered and disappeared.

This is a magic trick similar to a one-time transmitter; the shattering of the insect means... Kariya's side is ready.

In that case!

Shuoyue tightened her grip, and the damaged but still intact chrysanthemum shield slowly closed, blocking the last few treasures before disappearing.

Looking at the face contorted with anger, Shuoyue gave a nonchalant smile, then raised her left hand and shouted:

"Gilgamesh, the oldest hero-king, your opponent is not me!"

"Who gave you permission to address me by my first name, you bastard!"

Gilgamesh didn't care that his true name had been exposed. Instead, he was furious because of Shuoyue's disrespect. Just as he was about to launch another attack, a dark figure suddenly descended from the sky.

To be precise, it was like committing suicide by falling from a great height.

With a muffled thud as the body collided with the ground, bright red blood splattered out, quickly dissipating as magical energy.

This phenomenon only illustrates one thing—

"Another Servant!" Before Waver could recover from the shock of his true name being revealed, he was even more astonished by the Servant's disheveled appearance. "The job interface is... wh-what? This is impossible!"

As the only true Master among those present, Waver, in a hoarse voice, uttered the Servant's class:

! ”

"Isn't he already dead?!" Before Webber could finish speaking, Iskandar slapped him on the shoulder. "Kid, didn't you say you killed him?!"

"I...I don't know either!" Waver staggered from the blow, explaining awkwardly, "The image transmitted by the familiar can't be wrong! He was indeed pierced through the body by a Noble Phantasm and died! Unless..."

“Unless the scene captured by the familiar is fake, and this is just a play staged in collusion with the Masters.” Sakugetsu’s seemingly casual words enlightened everyone.

He said in a deep voice, "So, you've formed an alliance?"

“But the Master applied for the Church’s protection, and the Church agreed!” Irisviel asked doubtfully. “The Church, as the overseer, should be able to detect the Servant’s existence!”

Sakuyue, who orchestrated all of this, smiled without saying a word and did not reveal the fact that the Holy Church had joined forces with Tokiomi Tohsaka.

If he were to reveal this secret, then Tokiomi Tohsaka's hostility would be focused entirely on him.

In other words, the hatred is immense.

Preparations are not yet complete, and the objective has not been achieved. It is not time to completely overturn the table yet. As long as the fact that Kirei Kotomine and Tokiomi Tohsaka are allied is exposed, it will be enough to make the other Masters more vigilant and avoid leaving the scene before the new moon takes action.

Standing behind the crowd, the young man, trying to minimize his presence, looked at the figure that slowly emerged behind him with his golden eyes flashing.

As for the hatred stemming from the exposure of his voyeurism... someone else will naturally bear that burden for him.

Amidst swirling black mist, a knight clad in eerie armor roared as he revealed himself from the shadows under the watchful eyes of the crowd.

! ”

The Reverse Light Sword is indeed rank A, but the problem is that this sword is launched after the attack has already landed – meaning that simply throwing it out would not be very powerful. This is just to prove that Gilgamesh was just randomly throwing his Noble Phantasm.

Chapter 43: Assassin is dead again!

Fifteen kilometers southeast of the increasingly chaotic Warehouse Street.

The Fuyuki Church was shrouded in the quiet of the night, and a man in a priest's robe sat in the darkness of the basement with his eyes closed.

To outsiders, Kirei Kotomine appeared to be meditating. But who would have guessed that he was actually listening to the howling sea breeze and watching the sparks fly from the clash of metal?

But the man was in a bad state at this moment. Cold sweat was pouring down his forehead, and his hands were gripping the handles so tightly that he almost crushed the steel pipe chair.

"Kiri? Kiri! Kiri Kotomine!"

On the table is an old phonograph with a traditionally designed morning glory horn, but the dial and pointer that should be below the horn are missing. Instead, there is a large gem supported by wire.

Without a doubt, this is a magical device that can only be modified by magicians, and in the entire Fuyuki City, only the Tohsaka family has such expertise in using gemstones to resonate and transmit sound.

Tokiomi Tohsaka's slightly anxious shouts came from the brass loudspeaker.

Stimulated by the sounds from the outside world, the man groaned and finally opened his eyes.

"I'm fine, teacher."

"Phew, that's great." Tokiomi Tohsaka's voice came through the loudspeaker, sounding relieved. "What happened, Kirei?"

The man, looking distressed, said, "I've been discovered. The person who discovered me is..."

Tokiomi Tohsaka: "Ah..."

An eerie silence descended. The one most adept at concealment was captured by the most irrational person; the shock was no less than Lancelot, dressed in his dangerous beast attire, confronting Mashu…

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After pacing for a while, Tokiomi Tohsaka finally realized, "Kirei, has your empathy not been dispelled?"

“Yes, teacher,” Kirei replied truthfully.