Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

Empathy, or rather, shared perception.

This is the result of Kirei's three years of training, enabling contracted partners with linked magical circuits to share sensory perception. In the Holy Grail War, this technology is extremely useful, allowing for complete remote monitoring of Servants' actions. If one's Servants are skilled in reconnaissance, it becomes even more formidable.

The only drawback is that this ability requires the consent of a contractor, that is, a shared object of perception, to be used. Tokiomi, who imparted this skill to Kirei, has now been refused. To the proud King of Heroes, even if the other party is his Master, spying on him is still an extremely unreasonable act.

And Kirei, who shares the same feelings, naturally suffers the same pain as him, having his limbs torn off and being thrown from a great height before crashing heavily to the ground.

If an ordinary person were to suffer such injuries, they would die. However, as a Servant, one does not die. But it is precisely because of this that the pain, which transcends death, is unbearable even for a seasoned Servant.

"I see. Thank you for your hard work, Kirei." Tokiomi Tohsaka's tone softened. "Then get some rest. I will personally oversee the battle in Warehouse Street."

"Thank you teacher."

Kirei Kotomine ended the communication and slowly closed his eyes.

In the instant his vision went dark, the lingering fear, pain, and despair engulfed the priest like a dark tide.

Despite his emotions that could drive anyone mad, Kirei Kotomine's expression was no longer gloomy; instead, a slight upturn of the corners of his mouth appeared.

He is laughing.

After ending the call, Tokiomi Tohsaka rubbed his temples and couldn't help but sigh.

The warehouse district is now filled with... and a total of six Heroic Spirits, a scale never before seen in the Holy Grail War.

Six heroes from different eras and with different personalities gather together; who knows how chaotic things will become?

If he sends his familiar over now, there will inevitably be an information gap, during which time he will not have time to react in time.

To make matters worse, the alliance was exposed, and the Master was thrown in front of Gilgamesh. Was he trying to make Gilgamesh hesitate to act against him?

However, given that king's personality...

Warehouse Street

Under the astonished gazes of everyone present, the surging magic gradually solidified and took shape, transforming into a tall, slender shadow—indeed, its unusual appearance could only be described as a "shadow."

The man's tall, robust body was completely encased in armor, without a single gap. Yet, it was entirely different from the silver armor or luxurious gold attire he wore. The black armor he wore had neither exquisite decorations nor a polished sheen. It was only a deep black, like an endless darkness, a bottomless abyss. Even his face was covered by a hard steel mask, making it impossible to see anything.

The only thing visible was the eerie gleam emanating from a pair of eyes burning like flames deep within the gaps carved into the mask.

Without a doubt, this is a Servant.

But what kind of heroic spirit is this ominous figure? This black knight lacks none of the radiant elements possessed by the heroic spirits that have already appeared.

Diarmuid, Artoria Pendragon, Iskandar the Conqueror, and Gilgamesh the Hero—each possesses their own unique charisma, a source of pride for these Heroic Spirits. This glory, known as "Legend," is the culmination of admiration and aspiration from many, a necessary element for them to become "noble figures in fantasy."

However, this element was absent from the Black Knight who had just appeared; if anything, it might be somewhat similar. The darkness surrounding his black armor was entirely a "fluctuation of negative energy."

So that person probably wasn't a heroic spirit, but some kind of "vengeful spirit"...

"Hey, Conqueror. Why don't you invite him to join?" Not daring to be careless for a moment, his eyes were fixed on the black knight. Only his tone remained flippant and mocking.

She frowned, feeling teased. "Even if I wanted to invite him, it seemed like there was no room for negotiation from the very beginning."

The only thing emanating from the black knight was endless killing intent. Even the whirlwind generated by his magic seemed to be a mournful groan, radiating malevolent energy.

Everyone instinctively knew that was it; there was no need to even ask. That ferocious killing intent could only be emanating from a berserker.

and……

"I can't see it!" Waver stammered, staring at the Black Knight. "I can't see any of the ability stats or any other information!"

Not only that, even Irisviel, who was watching from the sidelines, noticed it. No matter how intently they observed, they couldn't make out the appearance clearly.

The black armor resembled a out-of-focus image, its outline always blurry and indistinct. Sometimes it even appeared as two or three separate shadows. It seemed that not only vision was affected, but even the Master's abilities were being impacted.

That heroic spirit must possess some special ability or curse, capable of bewitching enemies and concealing its origins.

"Even the Master's abilities are useless?" Iskandar muttered. "The quality of this Holy Grail War, which is able to conceal one's identity, is truly high."

At this moment, the black knight stood on the long street, facing the golden king standing on the street lamp.

Interspersed among them lay a mangled, bloody mess, resembling some kind of solid-liquid mixture, on the concrete floor, his occasional twitches indicating that he was enduring the agony of survival.

But soon, a golden spear pierced his skull, mercifully granting him death.

Gilgamesh, who fired this Noble Phantasm, didn't even glance at his nominal "ally," but stared at the black-clad knight. His eyes, which resembled those of a snake more than a human, concealed a volcanic rage.

Only he knew that the intimidating gaze was directed only at him, standing atop the streetlamp.

"You think I'd save him? Hmph, wishful thinking!"

The swords and spears floating to the left and right of the Hero King slowly turned around and changed direction, their tips pointing at the primary targets they had become.

"Bastard. At least die a pleasing death, to amuse this king."

Accompanied by a chilling declaration, guns and swords shot out through the air.

Chapter 44 The Magician Killer, Sniper!

He could shoot out weapons from the treasury without even touching them—that's probably why Gilgamesh became an archer.

However, his handling of Noble Phantasms was far too casual; his brutal throwing style was akin to tossing stones, carelessly tossing and smashing the most important Noble Phantasms of Heroic Spirits. Despite this, the destructive power of his attacks was still extremely strong. The road surface seemed to have been exploded, the shattered asphalt turning into dust that obscured visibility.

Everyone held their breath—because it was like the new moon, defended with shields or similar weapons.

But when the dust settled, a tall, slender black figure faintly appeared, proving that he was still alive.

At his slightly shifted feet, a large, crater-shaped hole had been dug deep into the ground. This was the result of a spear, which had been fired at a slower speed, missing its target.

However, the longsword, which should have struck the target even earlier than the spear, caused no damage. This was because the sword was currently in his hand.

How many people actually saw through this rapidly unfolding battle? At least Irisviel and Webber were completely unaware of what was happening.

In reality, he easily caught the sword that was shot at him in the first attack, and used the weapon he had just acquired to deflect the second spear attack.

"That guy, is he really?" he whispered nervously, then muttered in response, "For a madman who has lost his mind, his skills are truly superb."

Even Shuoyue, who had anticipated this, couldn't help but exclaim, "As expected of Wuqiong Wulian, as expected of the Yangtze River Knight."

Endless martial arts training is the process of completely unifying mind, skill, and body, resulting in unparalleled and exquisite martial arts skills that can unleash 100% combat power under any mental control (including berserk mode).

As the most skilled knight of the Round Table, Lancelot's martial arts remain formidable even in his human form.

"Seriously, even I'm getting fired up for battle." Shuoyue licked her lips, then suddenly summoned the Yin-Yang Twin Swords in her hands.

Even though she only inherited Emiya's abilities, the couple's swords, known as "Gan Jiang and Mo Xie," are still the most convenient weapons for Sakuyue.

A white robe billowed, and a conceptual costume made of shroud replaced the kimono. The young man smiled and tied a red ribbon around his forehead.

A fierce killing intent surged forth without hesitation towards the handsome man wielding the demonic spear.

"Varied……"

"what happened?"

Waver and Irisviel both took a few steps back, hiding under the protection of their Servants, their eyes filled with shock as they looked at the new moon.

Oh my god! There's a traitor among us!

There's a Master here eager to try and fight a Servant!

Even Diarmuid was taken aback when he was challenged to a battle by a Master. He stood there stunned for a while before laughing with a hint of annoyance:

"Looks like I've been underestimated. Hey, which Servant's Master are you? You still have time to apologize properly before I completely lose my temper?"

Fully armed Shuoyue returned the smile with an elegant knightly salute: "Please."

Invited with knightly etiquette, Diarmuid had no reason to refuse, especially since his Master, Kenneth, had also given him an order:

"Kill him."

"Yes, my lord." Diarmuid's smile turned bloodthirsty. His twin pistols drew graceful arcs in the air before he lifted his leg, took a step, and swooped down towards the new moon!

With all attributes except "strength" restored, Shuoyue was fearless, brandishing her twin blades and facing the attack head-on!

"How could this have happened..." Weber said with a mournful face, watching helplessly as the situation suddenly became chaotic.

The second departure serves as the catalyst, leading to a clash between the golden king and the black-armored knight, a mortal warrior wielding a sword and a dual-wielding spear, both wielding weapons comparable to Servants, and as for the rest…

"There's no reason for us to fight, is there, Conqueror?" Noticing Iskandar's ill-intentioned gaze, Artoria took a step back, protecting Irisviel, and said in a seemingly submissive but actually threatening tone.

"Hmm, although I am very tempted, now is not the time to fight you." The red-haired strongman shook his head, soothing his divine bull. "Besides, kicking someone when they're down is not the act of a king."

Upon hearing this, she silently released her grip on the longsword. Although the wound on her left hand had stopped bleeding, she still felt a sense of weakness, making it impossible for her to wield the longsword freely.

Even worse, her trump card... is now unusable.

Both the Master and the Servant were present and tacitly suppressed their fighting spirit, silently observing the battles on both sides and gathering necessary information.

But how could one possibly escape unscathed from the battlefield?

The conflict between the two sides first affected the group on the side.

The initial barrage of arrows was easily broken. Adhering to the principle of reciprocity, the Black Knight roared and suddenly drew a sword.

"This is..." the blond king frowned unhappily, "a fake?"

The sword is twisted and spiral-shaped, its original color tainted by magic, with red patterns flowing through its blackness.

Before Gilgamesh could say anything, he silently swung his sword, and a torrent of black and red magic surged forth, transforming into beams of light that rushed toward the golden figure on the street lamp.

Gilgamesh had already lightly leaped up before the iron pillar broke, and landed on the ground as if nothing had happened.

Ignoring the trajectory of the dark beam, or rather, even if they knew, the Hero King's goal would not change.

"You despicable fool... how dare you place me, who should be looking up to the heavens, on the same earth as you!"

At this point, his anger reached its peak, and the deep vertical lines etched between Gilgamesh's eyebrows made his handsome appearance look extremely fierce.

"Such disrespectful behavior deserves a thousand deaths. You bastard, I will absolutely annihilate you!"

At the moment the declaration of certain death was made, another group of Servants was also facing a crisis—whether intentionally or unintentionally, at this very moment, they were on the same straight line opposite Gilgamesh and Lancelot!

The pitch-black beam of light easily engulfed the streetlights and continued its relentless attack on Iskandar's carriage.

"Be prepared to fall, kid!" Without even a moment to explain, he waved his hand abruptly, and the Wheel of Divine Might vanished into magic, causing them to plummet from mid-air.

If it were just him personally, he could neutralize such an attack by simply activating divine lightning, but unfortunately, he had a little burden by his side—Waveber.

The impact of the clash between the light cannon and the lightning was something that Webber's small frame couldn't withstand, especially since he was caught off guard and hadn't even been able to release a basic magic barrier.

"Ughhhhhh!" With the weightlessness of falling and the terror of a black beam of light brushing against his scalp, Webber screamed as he plummeted downwards.

However, being in a state of paralysis caused by the instantaneous deactivation of the Noble Phantasm and the airborne state, she was powerless to protect this overly inexperienced Master.