In Type-Moon, it all starts with adopting Sakura.

After struggling for a moment, Kiritsugu Emiya gripped the gun tightly in his hand again.

"Lies? Ha, you're still running away. Even when the truth is right in front of you, you deliberately avoid it. What a pathetic man..."

Kirei Kotomine shook his head, then looked at his trembling hands. "Kiritsugu Emiya, can you even fight like this? Your hand holding the gun is shaking... What are you even doing here? Would a man like you hesitate at this final step?"

"The reason for this situation is very simple. In fact, you have not been prepared at all. You are just being pushed by the people behind you to keep running on a wrong path from which there is no turning back, until you reach a dead end..." Then he spoke again and directly exposed the truth of everything.

"Shut up! What do you know, you bastard who killed your own master? What right do you have to criticize me?!" Kiritsugu Emiya roared angrily. "Do you even know what I've been carrying all this time?!"

“You’re right. Like you, I’m a sinner… Killing the teacher was a sin I committed with my own hands, so I won’t deny it or deceive myself.”

"If I die here, then my death will comfort the soul of my teacher. If I am fortunate enough to survive, I will use the Holy Grail to wish that my teacher's soul will reach the Root. If I cannot do so, I will take care of my teacher's wife and daughter until the day Rin grows up, and tell her the truth in person, so that she can end my life and my sins with her own hands."

Faced with Kiritsugu Emiya's questioning, Kirei Kotomine's eyes revealed a trace of sadness, but this time he was not confused, and calmly expressed his inner choice.

“But now, I have something even more important to do.” Kirei Kotomine then looked up at Kiritsugu Emiya, who was standing in front of him with an incredulous expression, and then immediately assumed a starting stance, revealing the piercing sharpness of the black keys.

"Emiya Kiritsugu, I will redeem (kill) you, personally liberate your obsessive soul, and give you true relief and rest... This is the right choice I have made from the bottom of my heart at this moment."

"You...you, what on earth is going on with you?!"

In an instant, Kiritsugu Emiya felt a chill run down his spine and instinctively took a few steps back.

Looking into Kirei Kotomine's calm yet compassionate gaze, he couldn't help but tremble inside.

What's wrong with this awful man?!

Why do I start to feel hesitant and even have the urge to give up and run away before the battle has even begun?

No, no way!!

'The salvation of all humanity is within reach; the world will soon be saved, and his long-cherished wish will finally be fulfilled. How could I possibly back down because of this guy's deception and one-sided story?!'

'Just like the simple truth that justice will always prevail over evil, I am the true ally of justice! This guy is just a cunning scoundrel who's good at disguising himself and betraying the teacher! So I won't lose, I absolutely won't lose!!'

His final words were the last straw that broke the camel's back. At this moment, Kiritsugu Emiya had long lost his initial rationality and had completely lost his mind, entering a state of madness in his own world.

—Bang bang bang! !

He raised his gun and frantically pulled the trigger, firing bullets relentlessly at the persistent nightmare before him, trying to prove himself right.

"Poor thing, lost lamb..."

Seeing Kiritsugu Emiya like this, perhaps seeing his own past confusion, Kirei Kotomine's eyes revealed a trace of pity.

"Now... I'll save you!!"

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8000 words.

I'll finish writing tonight; I'm going to grab some dinner.

The priest's characterization is now complete, and I will give him a fitting ending.

Now, only one clown remains in the entire Holy Grail War, and I won't say who it is.

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Lately, many book lovers have asked me to recommend books, and I'm not good at saying no, so—

Sacrifice them all!

Hehehehehehehehe!!!

"Anime Crossover, But a Bond Simulation: Nagasaki Motoyo, Please Marry Me Soon!"

Chapter Eighty-Eight: The Gate to a Demonic Realm Overflowing with Death

[My heart has never changed. If I had to say, it would be that I've become stronger!]

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Yuanzang Mountain, Liudong Temple.

No, these two landmark buildings and natural landscapes in Fuyuki City, which have been renowned for centuries, have now been completely erased from the map.

Under the saturated firepower of the Noble Phantasm's light gate and the golden waves, Ryudouji Temple, the main battlefield, Mount Enzo, where it is located, and the surrounding dense forest were all reduced to scorched earth, and the past prosperity was gone forever.

Both magnificent temples with long histories and mountain forests that have existed for many years were completely destroyed in this mythical battle.

After all, the actual battle situation is different from that shown in the anime. The so-called Fuyuki City's floor tiles, which are comparable to Avalon's anti-panel defense, are nothing more than a joke that netizens often make because the special effects and expressiveness in the anime are not good.

The reality is just as it appears before us. In the face of a power that absolutely dominates this world, no matter what kind of building you are, you cannot stop the divine might of the Hero King. Not to mention the floor tiles of Ryudouji Temple, even the entire Fuyuki City, or even the entire Kyokodō region, if he wanted to, he could turn the world upside down in the shortest amount of time.

With a mere gesture, they could tear apart the earth and mountains, causing the sky and clouds to change color. This is the immense power possessed by mythical heroes, a power far surpassing the imagination of this era.

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"—Hahahaha!! Useless, useless. Is this all your toys are capable of? Kid! You think you can use a few pseudo-gods, devoid of any divinity and stitched together with elemental power and ancient texts, to deal with me? Don't be so naive!!"

"No matter how many henchmen you have, they're still just henchmen. In the face of absolute power, numbers and coordinated strategies will only make you look more ridiculous when you fail!"

In mid-air, Gilgamesh, who was in the midst of the fierce battle, regained some control by using his overwhelming firepower. His attitude became arrogant again. He stretched out his palm, completely ignoring his terrible experience of being injured by the magic sword of the elementalist used by four angels, and laughed wildly.

"Let me, the king, rid you of these hypocritical angels!!"

The moment the words fell, the countless portals of light in the sky that had been focused on shooting at Lovi and Scáthach suddenly changed direction, targeting the four elemental angels in front of them, and then launched a fierce attack.

—Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!

With a series of ear-piercing whistling sounds, the golden storm descended once again on this devastated land, followed by a violent collision and explosion.

The dazzling white light rising from the explosion began to spread, and the storm it unleashed began to rage, until it brought about the end of all enemies that stood in its way!

"...Phew, it worked."

Seeing that Gilgamesh had finally reversed the direction of the Babylonian Treasury's attack, giving himself a chance to catch his breath, Lovi, who had been struggling to maintain the elemental barrier, breathed a sigh of relief, and then a mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth.

"Are you alright, Master?"

Scáthach was startled by the scene before her and quickly stepped forward to help him up.

She had sensed something was off about Rowe's condition earlier, but because the volley of illusionary collapses in the sky hadn't stopped, Rowe wouldn't allow himself to use his trump cards. Therefore, their plan still needed Rowe's magic to sustain it. Furthermore, before the battle began, Rowe had repeatedly explained Scáthach's next steps, instructing her to simply complete what he had said and not to panic no matter what happened, as it was also part of the plan.

"Cough cough, I'm fine... It's just that the Hero King's attack was stronger than expected, so I had a minor physical problem, but it's nothing serious..."

Upon hearing Scáthach's call, Rowe, who had just dispelled the magic, suddenly coughed a few times, spitting out several mouthfuls of blood onto the ground. He then used the immense magical power contained in his wand to cast a healing spell on himself and forcibly suppressed the injuries he had sustained. After his mind cleared again, he prepared to continue the battle.

"Don't get distracted, Master. Continue with the plan I've laid out. The Hero King is gradually losing his mind; we just need to keep provoking him. So, this attack depends on you."

"I see."

Upon hearing what Rowe said, Scáthach nodded solemnly beside her, then put away her worried look and continued to accumulate magic power, preparing for the impending thunderous strike.

Meanwhile, Gilgamesh on the other side will also fight the four false angels to the very end.

With their endless barrage of Noble Phantasms, even with nearly half of the Holy Grail's magic power supporting them, these four angels could hardly achieve any significant results against the King of Heroes.

Just moments ago, Gilgamesh was able to focus his attacks on Loki, unable to inflict any damage on him. However, that non-fatal injury was completely ineffective against Gilgamesh at this moment. With the blessing of the Immortal Herb and the Holy Grail's magic, the damage inflicted on him by the four angels began to heal at a visible rate. This scene made Loki and Scáthach realize the abnormality of Gilgamesh's current state. Furthermore, considering that he had unleashed so many Noble Phantasms simultaneously without showing any signs of fatigue, Loki deduced that Gilgamesh had probably consumed something like the Golden Apple, the Immortal Herb, or the Elixir of Immortality before arriving—something like that—granting him a powerful buff of rapid healing, unlimited vitality, and even immortality.

In other words, apart from killing Gilgamesh with a single blow that shatters his spirit core or inflicting a fatal wound on his spirit origin, any other attacks that break through his defenses are unlikely to achieve any significant results for the King of Heroes.

It can be said that in order to secure a victory against the absurd master-servant combination of Lovi and Scáthach, Gilgamesh made ample preparations this time, even using the Immortal Grass and the Holy Grail, which was simply outrageous.

Gilgamesh was originally labeled as the most fragile of the three golden targets because of his absurd experience in a certain timeline where he was killed by Shirou Emiya after having his arm severed due to his carelessness.

However, with all the thorough preparations made beforehand to win this battle, while it still can't compare to the Sun King Ramses II's Noble Phantasm, the Radiant Great Composite Temple, and its absolute immortality, or Karna's Golden Armor, which reduces all damage taken to one-tenth, this powerful immortality, combined with his miscellaneous defensive Noble Phantasms, has completely compensated for this so-called weakness.

At this moment, Gilgamesh is nothing short of a rogue warrior. In addition to his unparalleled ranged output and maximum firepower, he has also built himself into a tank with an infinite mana bar. Even if four angels simultaneously unleash damage from their elemental magic swords that is close to A-rank Noble Phantasms, he can easily withstand it with his defensive Noble Phantasms and his physical body.

"What's wrong? Not going to continue? In that case, it's my turn!"

Gilgamesh glanced at the four angels in front of him, whose attacks were gradually slowing down due to Lovi's manipulation, and sneered. He then turned all the light gates in the sky around and launched several devastating attacks against them without any mercy.

Under his precise control, it only took the blink of an eye.

The archangels, whose strength was comparable to that of first-rate Servants, were completely annihilated under his attack.

Michael, the archangel of fire and justice, was pierced through the chest by the Morning Star, which belonged to Lucifer, and died instantly; Gabriel, the archangel of water and justice, had his wings severed by Original Sin and fell to the earth, and then the Blazing Sea Sword followed, completely annihilating the water element he symbolized; as for Raphael, the archangel of hurricanes and healing, before he could heal the other three, he was suddenly controlled by the Wind-Stabilizing Pearl and then blasted into pieces by the True Shooting Hundred Heads; the deaths of the three archangels were only a moment away, and Uriel, the earth angel symbolizing the earth and protection, was naturally unable to fight alone. Before he could achieve any significant results, Gilgamesh used the Mountain-Splitting Sword to tear apart the earth he symbolized.

In just a few minutes, the angels, renowned in mythology and symbolizing the four basic elements of the world, all perished, failing to inflict any significant damage on Gilgamesh.

Gilgamesh and Lovi showed little change in expression. After all, these beings were worlds apart from true archangels in terms of both rank and power. They merely possessed the name and certain characteristics from the Bible; the rest were false gods filled with elemental spirits and magical energy like balloons, lacking even true divinity. If Gilgamesh couldn't even handle these four alchemical creations that barely reached the level of first-rate Servants, then his title of Hero King would be nothing but a joke.

Moreover, the four angels fully fulfilled their mission, helping Lovi draw fire and buying him some breathing room, as well as creating a rare opportunity for Scáthach to counterattack. This time, she didn't dodge or simply throw the Deaththorn Spear as usual. Standing amidst the falling golden rain of light, she didn't evade, but merely raised her hand, continuously channeling magic into the crimson magic spear, then narrowed her eyes to adjust herself to her optimal state... or so it seemed.

No, this is not the best.

Scáthach was fully aware of this.

Even the Noble Phantasm she just unleashed using Command Seals was never her true Noble Phantasm, nor was it her legendary ultimate spear capable of slaying gods.

If you want to kill a god, simply locking down the target area and adding a level of 'cause and effect' is far from enough. In this battle, and from beginning to end, the strength that Scáthach has shown is only the level that Lovi wanted her to show.

She has been keeping her two trump cards hidden—her true Noble Phantasm and her absolute god-slaying spear—unused until now.

Although Scáthach felt that this opportunity might be a rare chance, and that she might actually be able to unleash that shot to teach this arrogant hero king a lesson, and then personally tear apart his foul mouth that kept calling her an old woman.

However, remembering Rowe's instructions and his unwavering trust in her, Scáthach ultimately suppressed her inner thoughts and chose to trust Rowe's arrangements, continuing to act according to the plan.

"Then...go! Deaththorn Spear!!"

Scáthach gave a soft shout, then unhesitatingly aimed the crimson spear she had been preparing for a long time at the golden figure in the sky and shot it.

This time, her movements were completely different from the previous, seemingly impulsive and powerful attacks of the Death Thorn Spear. This time, the attack was utterly silent, like a venomous snake stealthily extending its tongue in the darkness. Compared to countless other magical artifacts radiating magnificent light, this demonic spear was utterly inconspicuous, its aura far too faint, like an ordinary blade of grass hiding in a forest—who would possibly notice it?

"Huh? What is this...?!"

However, in the brief instant it entered the locked range, Gilgamesh in mid-air seemed to sense something. His brows furrowed suddenly, and he abruptly turned to the side, dodging the demonic spear that seemed somewhat different from the previous ones.

However, due to the characteristics of the magic gun, the moment you enter its locking range, the result of being hit is already a fact, so there is no way to avoid it.

Gilgamesh then swung his hand sharply, summoning a defensive artifact to protect himself while rapidly retreating.

However, he didn't actually need to do that, because the Sevenfold Ring of the Blazing Sky provides a defensive bonus against projectiles; a regular javelin trying to break through that defense would be a joke. But... if the opponent's spear was covered in several runes, enhanced by Command Seals, and imbued with causality, then that would be a different story.

Having suffered two major losses, Gilgamesh dared not be careless and hurriedly summoned his Noble Phantasm for defense.