Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

"As expected, I should have listened to Shuoyuehe..." Irisviel gritted her teeth, revealing a defeated bitter smile.

Just then, a leisurely voice, belonging to someone other than the three, rang out:

"That's right. Although I'm still young, you'll still suffer if you don't listen to me, madam."

This sound is!

Kirei Kotomine's pupils contracted sharply, the sound of the tree trunk being struck stopped abruptly, and then he unleashed an even more ferocious attack. Accompanied by the mournful sound of the tree trunk, the Agent, now freed from his restraints, swiftly tore off the silver thread in his hand, took out the Black Key, and shot it towards the exhausted Irisviel.

"Madam!" Hisayu Mami cried out in despair, a cry of grief she had never uttered even when she was seriously injured.

"Oh dear, that's dangerous."

The tone remained languid, but two arcs of light, one black and one white, pierced the night sky, striking the black key that was attacking Irisviel with deadly force and knocking the projectile down.

Upon closer inspection, what saved Irisviel at the critical moment were two familiar twin swords—at least for Kirei Kotomine, such weapons were truly unforgettable.

The cold, expressionless gaze finally softened. The agent's eyes swept around before finally lifting and fixing firmly on a branch of a certain tree.

White hair, golden eyes.

The bright moonlight outlined the young man's well-fitting kimono and the ambiguous smile on his face.

The can in his hand reflected a cold light; the drink inside had been finished and he casually tossed it into the imaginary space.

"New Moon." He uttered the name with some difficulty, and the executor, who had previously fought two opponents alone, took a step back without making a sound, preparing to retreat.

But suddenly, a sky full of fireflies swept around, and the radiance of the earth's veins rose from below, transforming into an unshakeable magical barrier, creating an arena of endless battle in the Einzbern Forest.

He had no way out.

"You're leaving already? Don't you want to stay a little longer?"

Like a wandering knight, the young man nimbly descended from mid-air, ignoring the taut body of the proxy, and helped Irisviel, whose magic was exhausted, to her feet, a mischievous grin on his face:

"What did I say, madam?"

"I know, it's my fault." Irisviel blushed and admitted her mistake, then quickly added, "Go save Maimi, I'll be fine."

"Hi hi."

After a simple treatment with healing magic, Irisviel helped Hisayu Maiya to the side, and Sakuzuki, who had descended from the sky, finally stood before his target, Kirei Kotomine.

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, Kirei Kotomine."

"Why...why are you here?" More than the resentment of dying, Kirei Kotomine was filled with deep confusion.

Why were his actions seen through yet again? (Former Servant Hyakko!)

Did this person put a GPS tracker on him?

"Huh, you didn't know?" Shuoyue feigned surprise, then stylishly tossed her hair.

"The protagonist always makes his appearance last."

"Pfft." Irisviel chuckled to herself.

However, Kirei Kotomine did not laugh, because the undisguised oppressive aura emanating from Sakugetsu vividly reminded him of the resolute killing intent of the person in front of him.

The so-called protagonists appearing at the end does not mean they are late, but rather that their appearance signifies the end of the crisis and the conclusion of the disaster.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you for now." Saying this, Shuoyue slowly assumed a starting stance.

"This is..." Kirei Kotomine, who had practiced martial arts since childhood, showed a slight change in expression.

"I won't use any other magic, come on!" With that, the golden-eyed youth walked steadily toward Kirei Kotomine.

"Let's settle this in Bajiquan!"

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Chapter 84 Kenneth's Fate Ends

Anger, like sulfuric acid, corroded Kenneth's heart.

He is a top-notch magician, and in theory, he would never lose his composure because of emotions, especially when facing formal competition.

In fact, if this battle were a duel between top-tier magicians using all their skills, Kenneth wouldn't be so angry. He would admire and respect his opponent's technique, calmly assess the enemy's true strength, and wholeheartedly use appropriate magic to retaliate—just like the duel between the Hyatt and the New Moon.

This kind of noble and dignified gentlemanly competition is the kind of "battle" Kenneth is familiar with. He has come all the way to this remote country in the Far East, betting the right to obtain the Holy Grail, in order to compete against Tokiomi Tohsaka, Zouken Matou, and four other rivals.

But—the piercing wound in his right shoulder stimulated his pain receptors. It was like a mockery and humiliation of Kenneth, causing him constant pain.

That was the result of Kiritsugu Emiya pulling the trigger and firing a shot from his beloved gun.

It had nothing to do with magic or fancy attire; it was simply a ridiculous toy assembled from mechanical parts. Yet, it broke through the barrier between mystery and reality, penetrated the defenses of the Moon Spirit Essence Liquid, and left a wound on the Lord of the Clock Tower.

This wound was not sustained in battle. Such an act cannot be called "battle."

It was like stepping on a rotten floorboard; like knocking over a pot of boiling water; like getting mud splattered on your finest clothes. The other party was a cowardly ant, not even worthy of being called an adversary; just seeing him made Kenneth feel his eyes were being offended, nothing but a pile of unpleasant garbage.

Ser Emery's dignity would be at stake; he would never consider such a thing an object of "anger."

These are just trivial matters; you can simply laugh them off as bad luck.

Even as Kenneth told himself this, the wound on his shoulder continued to groan. The burning, stinging pain tormented and gnawed at his pride.

Kenneth's pale face was expressionless, like he was wearing a Noh mask. It was definitely not the expression of an "angry person," because Kenneth did not resent anyone. His anger was directed entirely at himself. He was simply furious at this unusual situation.

"impossible--"

Unable to vent his anger, he transformed into a destructive impulse, which flowed into the Moon Spirit Essence. The mercury whip slashed and cut wildly across the walls of the surrounding corridor.

"That despicable scumbag made me bleed... Impossible! How could such a thing happen!"

Kenneth chased after the fleeing Kiritsugu Emiya with the gait of a sleepwalker.

The door blocking the way was not pushed open, but shattered by the weight of mercury.

Vases, paintings, magnificent furniture—all the decorative items in sight were cut off and completely destroyed. There were also many traps along the way.

Whenever Kenneth's toe snagged on the wire or stepped on a fuse tube under the carpet, the pre-planted grenades would explode, and landmines would scatter gravel everywhere. The mercury shield that spread out instantly repeatedly and easily blocked all attacks.

The trap set by the other party was like a child's toy, so ridiculous that even Kenneth couldn't help but laugh. But as he laughed at the other party, he was also laughing at himself for being so easily injured by such a childish trick.

Self-deprecation cut at his pride like a razor, and the humiliation only fueled Kenneth's anger.

His prized formal attire was not meant to counter such despicable tactics. His mercury should be able to deflect cursed bullets, deflect spirit blades, and break through the armor of magic's fire, ice, and lightning strikes; it should be a secret technique that would leave magicians who hate him in awe and awe as they reach death.

So, what does my current embarrassing state mean?

Fortunately, this humiliating pursuit has finally come to an end.

Even in the most expansive castle, escape routes become limited when fleeing upstairs. The rat was chased to the end of the corridor on the third floor. This time, the Moon Spirit Essence Liquid accurately located its position. The target seemed resigned and motionless, presumably intending to have a final showdown there.

"A duel? No, this isn't a duel, it's an execution, a brutal murder!" Kenneth, his entire body surging with cruel killing intent, turned the final corner and arrived at the end of the corridor, facing his prey who wielded dual pistols.

"You don't actually think your previous methods will work, do you? You scum, the reason you were able to injure me wasn't because you seized the right opportunity or because you successfully launched a sneak attack; it was just an illogical coincidence."

The arrogant magician spoke in a sinister tone, slowly walking towards Kiritsugu step by step. Beside him, the Moon Spirit Essence swirled, its countless whips extending and contracting menacingly, while its sharp tip swayed.

"I will not kill you easily. I will continue to heal your lungs and heart, and then cut you to pieces from head to toe with a knife. You will die in pain, regret, and despair, and then curse the Einzbern who dared to insult the Holy Grail War!"

Faced with Kenneth's declaration of execution, Kiritsugu Emiya showed no panic. Instead, he secretly chuckled to himself.

Very good, excellent!

By using time-based control to suppress bodily functions, the mercury's ability to sense temperature and heartbeat was bypassed, thus breaking the Moon Spirit Essence Fluid's detection capabilities.

The submachine gun bullets suppressed the deformation of the Moon Spirit Essence, and then a bullet with seven times the destructive power of a nine-millimeter bullet pierced through the Moon Spirit Essence, piercing Kenneth's shoulder and breaking through the Moon Spirit Essence's defensive capabilities.

As for the attack capabilities of the Moon Spirit Essence, when the mercury transforms into a whip, only the base of the whip swings at an extremely fast speed, while the tip has no force at all. The power and speed of the blade tip come purely from centrifugal force. Such a high-speed attack also means monotonous movements, so no matter how Kenneth attacks, he has never hit Emiya Kiritsugu.

In this way, all three abilities of the Moon Spirit Essence Liquid have been easily countered by Kiritsugu Emiya. If it were an ordinary person, they would definitely retreat without hesitation after realizing that their trump card has lost its effect.

However, Kenneth did not. His anger consumed his reason, causing him to act as recklessly as a mad bull.

This magician's arrogance, this pedantic indifference to the changing times, is precisely the best weapon to kill himself.

Now, as the Magician Killer, all he needs to do is add fuel to the fire.

The submachine guns spat out flashes of fire, beginning a relentless barrage of suppressive fire.

"! (Boiling, my blood!)"

Having been shot in the shoulder, Kenneth certainly wouldn't be foolish enough to use the same method for defense; he rebuilt his mercury defense, replacing the thin membrane with a columnar one.

Countless thorns rose from the floor to the ceiling, covering Kenneth's body like a dense bamboo forest, completely shielding him from incoming bullets.

The bullets, stopped by the silver sword-like structure, ricocheted repeatedly between the barbs with a deafening metallic sound before losing momentum and falling to the ground. Not a single bullet struck Kenneth's body.

But Kiritsugu Emiya showed no intention of changing his strategy. The moment the M950 magazine ran out, his right hand roared. The destructive power of this single bullet far surpassed that of a nine-millimeter bullet; it had previously penetrated the protective barrier of the Moon Spirit Fluid, injuring Kenneth.

"You don't actually think that trick will work again, do you, you bastard?" Kenneth, hidden under the protection of the Moon Spirit Essence Liquid, spoke with a mocking voice.

Unlike last time, the sword-shaped mercury far surpassed the thin-film form in terms of freedom of movement. The instant the fatal blow touched the silver barbs, all the other barbs snapped shut like a Venus flytrap, enveloping the bullet. The dense, sharp barbs transformed in a flash into a thick pillar, sealing off the bullet.

This move perfectly showcased the Moon Spirit Essence Fluid's ability to change freely. This fluid manipulation magic technique was both precise and perfect, truly deserving of the prestigious Aarchibold's ultimate skill.

However, the moment Sir Kenneth El-Melloi Archibald successfully performed this perfect magic trick that exhausted mental power and skill, his fate had already come to an end.

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Chapter 85 The Battle of Bajiquan, Archer Reappears

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Within the arena enclosed by a magical barrier, two figures were locked in a fierce and passionate battle.

Abandoning weapons and magic, they fought with only fists and feet, yet their momentum was fierce, and the shockwaves they unleashed even stirred up the surrounding dead leaves, forming a small tornado.

Although he inherited the physical attributes of the Heroic Spirit Emiya, his D-rank strength is beyond the reach of ordinary people. Moreover, Emiya himself became a guardian in the mortal world where mystery has faded, so he naturally does not possess the great power of a mythical hero.

Conversely, there was Kirei Kotomine, a first-rate agent of the church who had practiced internal martial arts since childhood. With Sakugetsu intentionally restraining himself, the two were not significantly different in terms of physical abilities.

The famous military treatise, The Book of Five Rings, devotes considerable space to explaining the importance of balancing "body and spirit" and "skill and mind" in spiritual practice, namely, the unity of "mind, skill, and body," to represent the perfection of spiritual practice.

Kirei Kotomine and Sakugetsu are both people of strong will. Since they are almost equal in terms of physical strength, only their skills can distinguish them.

And coincidentally, the martial arts they were practicing came from the same school—Bajiquan.

Having already changed from her kimono into her spirit attire, Sakuyue took a deep breath, took a step forward, and in an instant approached Kotomine Kirei, who was only a few meters away.

This is a footwork technique that allows one to approach the enemy by gliding silently on the ground. It is called "living step" and is one of the footwork techniques in Bajiquan.