The villain's journey from the Type-Moon world

"Hmph, don't you know that your husband—Emiya Kiritsugu—is the mastermind behind this extraneous Alien Servants and Alien Masters? Or, in other words, isn't the current change in the Holy Grail War solely the work of your Einzbern family?" Kotomine Kirei said, "Woman, why do you think I keep trying to capture that guy? He's the one who caused the change in the Holy Grail War. Only by killing him can the Holy Grail War get back on track."

"You...are talking nonsense!" Irisviel gritted her teeth, and even wished she could kick the bastard in front of her who was slandering her lover.

But Kotomine Kirei remained completely unmoved, and even continued, "It doesn't matter if you flatly deny it or claim to know nothing about it. Once I find all the evidence against that guy, the Holy Grail War administrators will issue a kill order against him without me having to do anything. As for you, since you've been so protective of him, even helping him hide his identity and letting him retreat behind the scenes, I'll start with you."

After saying this, Kotomine Kirei grasped the three black keys in his other hand and then stabbed them straight into Irisviel's abdomen, intending to kill her once and for all.

"Kiritsugu!" The desperate Irisviel watched the three black keys piercing towards her, and subconsciously called out to her lover in her heart.

"boom!"

There was a sharp collision sound, and Irisviel, who thought she was going to feel severe pain, suddenly found that she was fine, and the hand that was strangling her neck loosened.

"Cough, cough, cough!" Irisviel gasped for air after falling to the ground. She quickly raised her head. It seemed she was saved. Could it be that her own voice had summoned her beloved, Kiritsugu, back?

Unfortunately, Kotomine Kirei was the only one in front of her, though he was now frantically shaking his hands. Irisviel looked closely and discovered that Kotomine Kirei's hands were, for some reason, stained with a familiar black mist.

"It's... it's him! It's Caster." Irisviel then remembered that the Ruined King had cast a protective black mist over both her and Maiya, which would only emerge in the face of a fatal attack, blocking the blow. She had never expected to be able to save her life in this way.

Chapter 110: A Hero Saves a Beauty

Irisviel had never imagined that her life would be protected in this way. She just didn't know how long this layer of black fog would last. The Ruined King was currently battling other Servants of the Other Species. Even if he knew she was being attacked, he probably wouldn't be able to reach her anytime soon.

"I wonder if the black mist that appeared on his hand can kill him." Irisviel couldn't help but pray for a miracle to happen. But unfortunately, a shadow appeared beside Kotomine Kirei, and a Servant appeared and used his power to extinguish the black mist on Kotomine Kirei's body.

"This is... Kotomine Kirei's Servant." Irisviel then discovered that Kotomine Kirei had actually always had his Servant with him, but because Kotomine Kirei himself was too powerful, people overlooked the fact that Kotomine Kirei was also a Master of the Holy Grail War.

"I didn't expect that you still have the magic cast by the Ruined King on you. It seems that you have cooperated with the Ruined King. However, if the Ruined King knew that your husband was the one who almost killed the Ruined King's Master, I wonder if they would still cooperate with you." Kotomine Kirei twisted the hand that had just been injured by the black mist, and for some reason there was a hint of excitement in his eyes.

"Impossible... You said it was someone who fired the shots... Why didn't he say anything? No, you must be slandering me!" Upon hearing this, Irisviel's eyes were filled with disbelief. She was well aware of the gunshots that occurred on the first night. She had originally thought it was the work of an alien Servant, but she hadn't expected Kiritsugu to be involved.

"Slander? Take it as you will. Anyway, from tonight on, you will be a good vessel and fulfill your responsibilities." As he spoke, Kotomine Kirei said to Hassan beside him, "The black mist on her body won't last much longer. Destroy it for me."

"Yes! Lord Kirei." Hassan drew the blade in his hand and slowly walked towards Irisviel.

Despair once again flashed in Irisviel's eyes. She had thought she had finally managed to escape death from the crisis, but now it seemed she was doomed.

"I'm sorry... Kiritsugu... I can't stay with you until the end..." Two lines of tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes. Irisviel closed her eyes, waiting for the god of death to take her life.

"Ding!"

First, the first knife fell, and Hassan dispersed the black mist on Irisviel's body, and then he was ready to raise his knife again to kill Irisviel completely.

"Ding--!"

"Uhh—!!"

Irisviel suddenly felt a breeze brushing her face, followed by a sharp metallic clang and a sharp scream. Irisviel opened her eyes, only to see a figure shrouded in black mist appear before her. Looking further ahead, she saw Hassan, the Servant who had attempted to kill her. His right hand had been severed, and blood gushed from the severed area.

"To bring such a beautiful lady to tears would perhaps even the heavens feel pity. Since Providence has led me here in time..." the man raised his dark green greatsword and pointed it at Hassan and Kotomine Kirei, saying coldly, "Hyenas, have you decided what price you will pay?"

"Lord Kirei! Run away! The one coming is the Ruined King!" Hassan endured the pain and warned, while he stood in front of Kotomine Kirei.

"What a loyal dog, devoted to his duty. Since that's the case, I'll grant you your wish. Sword of the Ruined King!" Wang Chong, wielding the Ruined King's Blade, instantly struck Hassan. Although Hassan was also a Servant, he was merely one incarnation of Hassan the Hundred Faces. How could he be Wang Chong's opponent? In a flash, Wang Chong decapitated this Hassan incarnation with a single blow.

When he looked forward, he found that Kotomine Kirei had already turned around and was about to disappear into the dense forest.

"Let's see where you can escape to!"

"Wait! Caster."

Wang Chong was about to chase after him when Irisviel called out to him from behind. He heard Irisviel anxiously say, "Caster, please save Maiya!"

"Well, I'll let you save your life today." After Wang Chong finished speaking to Kotomine Kirei, he turned and rushed towards Maiya who was lying on the ground. After checking her injuries, he used some of the power of the black mist to stabilize her internal injuries and continued the subtle transformation.

"Kotomine Kirei, you did a great job this time... Now proceed as planned and begin the next phase. You will be on standby at a suitable location, and have your Hassan prepare an avatar sacrifice. Don't worry, I won't treat Baimao unfairly after this is done." During the treatment process, Wang Chong did not forget to use his black mist ability to communicate.

"I understand, sir. The seeds of doubt have been planted, and we are just waiting for you to ripen them. I am looking forward to the process of that lady's heart gradually changing and finally reversing, as she is willing to sacrifice her own life to protect her lover." A playful voice came from Kotomine Kirei's side.

……

Elsewhere in the Magic Mirror Forest, the battle between the three Heroic Spirits reached a fever pitch. Altria and Diarmait were both covered in wounds and wounds, both panting heavily.

On the other side, Mordred was also covered in sweat and breathing heavily, but her condition was much better than that of Artoria and Diarmait. After all, she had not suffered any damage at all.

"If we don't find a chance to break through, our defeat is inevitable," Diarmait said. "Ever since her armor exploded, Mordred has become more and more courageous. Even more terrifying than her increased strength and speed is her ever-increasing aura. We will be constantly suppressed by this aura, unable to react properly. Now we must curb her ever-increasing aura and completely control her. If I can control her for a moment, I can inflict a heavy blow on her with the Yellow Rose."

"Lancer, do you want to take a gamble here?" asked Altria.

"At this point, we have no other choice. Let's use whatever tricks we have now," said Diarmait.

"I have another trick that may be able to block Mordred's vision and possibly control her temporarily. But the success rate is not high. There is only one chance. Lancer, can you walk on the wind?" said Altria.

"Oh, I see. It's a piece of cake. Just give it a try, Saber." Diarmait laughed, holding the yellow rose tightly in his hand, and said.

"What? Are we finally done discussing this?" Mordred pointed at the two of them, holding the gleaming silver-white royal sword. "Feel free to share your tactics. I'll make you fully understand the disparity in strength!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mordred shot out with the force of thunder! A cloud of dust flew up in the air! The royal sword in his hand shone brilliantly once more, and Mordred charged at the two men once more.

"'Wind King's Iron Hammer'! !" At this moment, Artoria raised the Sword of Promised Victory to the level of her shoulders, and then immediately thrust it forward. The Wind King's barrier on the blade was completely released forward at this moment, and a huge airflow directly hit Mordred who was rushing towards her.

"Hmm?" Mordred's swift advance was instantly halted by the powerful airflow, which restrained his movements. Mordred was no stranger to this move of Altria, so he quickly understood what Altria and Diarmait were planning.

I saw a figure walking with the wind, and under the influence of the airflow, its speed was much faster than before.

"Destroy her! 'The Yellow Rose of Destruction'! !" Diarmuid seized the moment when Mordred's movements were restricted, shouted the name of his Noble Phantasm, raised his own Yellow Rose and stabbed it into Mordred's heart once again.

Seeing that this time, Diarmait will not be affected at all, and Mordred's body is temporarily restrained, is it possible that Mordred will finally pay the price for her arrogance of not releasing her treasure?

"when--"

"how come!!"

"Hahaha, that's really good. It's a pity... from the moment you lost one of your hands, you were doomed to never defeat me."

Time seemed to stand still, Diarmait's eyes filled with disbelief. Diarmait's yellow rose had indeed pierced Mordred. However, Mordred, before him, had once again condensed his armor, easily blocking the yellow rose's attack with his thick breastplate.

Chapter 111: Applying What You Learn

"boom!"

Diarmait's body was thrown backward, and another bloody wound appeared on his chest. If it weren't for his powerful instinct to immediately turn the yellow rose back, he would have been killed by Mordred's sword in just a moment.

"Lancer!" Artoria quickly stepped forward to catch Diarmait's backward momentum, steadying him. Diarmait's face was grim, beads of sweat the size of peas trickling down his forehead. The wound on his chest was just shy of puncturing his lung. Any deeper, and he'd be forced to return to the Throne of Heroes.

"What's wrong? Are you really not convinced that I blocked the attack in this way?" Mordred wiped the blood from the blade, and the armor he was wearing made an appropriate sound at this time. Only to be heard Mordred continued, "What gave you the illusion that I would always move around with my armor broken? Although I am a man of my words and I won't use a Noble Phantasm if I say so, I will not use it. But I never said I wouldn't wear clothes, right?"

"What's more, I learned this from you. Didn't you also subtly trick King Arthur into thinking you only had one Noble Phantasm, and then let down her guard against your Yellow Rose? I'm putting my learning into practice." Mordred sneered, pointing his sword at Diarmait again, and said, "Although you luckily escaped that attack just now, how much fighting power do you have left now?"

Diarmuid fell silent. The other man was right. He had been repeatedly wounded and had already lost too much blood, his limbs were weak. If he didn't treat his injuries and continued fighting, he would surely die.

"Mordred, I remember your name. Haha, I never thought I would be deceived by the tactics I once used. Mordred, I take back what I said before. You are not just a wild beast that unleashes power. On the contrary, you are a worthy opponent." Diarmait took a deep breath and said, "Continue! On the battlefield, it is either life or death!"

"Hahaha, I take that back too. You're not some small fry. Yeah, a little better than a small fry." Mordred finished speaking, his eyes becoming fierce. He raised his sword, ready to strike again, and said, "Are you ready to die, Lancer?"

"Diarmait, take care of yourself first, let me go..." Artoria was about to help Diarmait withstand the damage, but at this moment, Diarmait shook his head and said, "No, Knight King. I regret that my duel with you will have to be postponed. My opponent is also a very skilled warrior. This is the final battle between us. Whether I live or die, I have no regrets!"

"Diarmait..." Artoria tried to persuade him, but seeing the determination in Diarmait's eyes, she swallowed her words and made way for him. Diarmait, on the other hand, picked up the red rose again. Since the enemy had donned the magical armor, relying on the yellow rose was pointless. He would use the magic-breaking red rose for the final, fatal blow.

"Go!" Diarmait, holding the red spear in one hand, charged at Mordred. At that moment, Mordred also took action, only faster! Stronger! More powerful! Fueled by a force that seemed to be unstoppable, Mordred slashed at Diarmait with unparalleled force.

“Ding-ding——!!”

Two metallic clashes echoed, and Diarmait's red spear was sent flying. Diarmait, already weak to begin with, failed to create a miracle, and the outcome seemed decided.

"My lord... I'm sorry for not bringing you victory." Diarmait lowered his head, waiting for Mordred's next sword.

"It's over! Lancer!" Mordred's greatsword slashed directly at Diarmait's head. Watching from afar, Artoria sighed. Diarmait, the glorious knight, met his end. Fortunately, at least he died a worthy death. As a warrior, he was defeated honorably.

"At least from now on, Diarmait, I will carry your will and continue to fight. I will definitely return Mordred to the Throne of Heroes." Artoria knew that with Diarmait's death, the effects of the Yellow Rose's Noble Phantasm would also disappear with Diarmait's fall. At that time, Artoria, having unleashed the full power of the Sword of Promised Victory, would no longer be inferior to Mordred and would have a true chance of victory.

"call out--"

"What - you guy! Are you kidding me!" Mordred's angry voice came from the front. Artoria was startled. She had just been thinking for a while. Why did Mordred suddenly make such a sound?

Finally, Altria took a closer look and finally understood the reason for Mordred's anger. She saw that Mordred's silver-white king sword had directly pierced through Diarmait's body, and the original Diarmait had transformed from a physical body into an ethereal body.

"This is... a Command Spell teleport!" Artoria immediately understood what was happening. It seemed that Diarmait's Master had used the power of the Command Spell to forcibly bring Diarmait to his side instantly.

Therefore, when Mordred saw her sword pass through, she realized that the guy she was supposed to kill had actually saved his life in this way. She was naturally furious and shouted loudly: "Master of Lancer! I will remember you! Next time, I will cut you into pieces... Ha... Is that what happened? You deserve it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Diarmait and his Noble Phantasm had vanished from the area. Altria frowned. Just now, Mordred had intended to insult Diarmait's Master, which was perfectly understandable, but why did he suddenly, as if receiving a message, say that the Master deserved it?

Mordred looked at Altria, as if he could see through her doubts. He sneered and said, "Huh? Don't you know? The reason why Lancer's Master used the Command Seal to forcibly take him away was not because he wanted to save his life, but because that foolish Master was almost dead."

"What did you say? Diarmait's master is about to die? What is going on?" Artoria was shocked when she heard the information and said.

"Tsk tsk, after all, my master acted faster than me. This is bad. If Diarmait rushes over, my master will be fine, right?" As he said this, Mordred turned sideways and prepared to rush towards the castle.

"Wait! What's going on with Diarmait? What did your Master do?" Artoria was about to ask more when she saw Mordred rushing towards the castle, leaving only one sentence: "I have to rescue my Master. I don't have time to continue fighting with you. King Arthur, just consider it as you have saved your life this time."

"What is going on... That direction is the castle... Did something happen in the castle? Oh right! What's happening to Irisviel and the others now? No, I have to go back and check!" After looking in that direction, Artoria immediately rushed towards the castle as fast as possible.

……

Not long ago, to the west of the castle, Kayneth was still searching for the whereabouts of Emiya Kiritsugu.

"The vibrations around us are getting louder and louder... Damn, how perverted are those two? They're about to tear the entire castle down!" Kayneth clutched his wound, growing increasingly agitated. This place was clearly not a place to stay for long. If he continued, he was afraid he'd be drawn into a Servant War, which would be completely disastrous.

"Bang bang bang!"

Suddenly, three explosions rang out, and Kayneth was immediately enveloped in Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid, blocking the impact of the blasts. Kayneth knew he had stumbled into another explosive trap set by Emiya Kiritsugu. He had been disgusted by it just now.

"How boring! I didn't join the Holy Grail War just to fight this kind of battle!"

Kenneth angrily pounded his fist on the wall, his gloves soaked in blood from covering the wound, and then he walked towards the corner holding the wall, leaving a line of creepy blood marks on the wall.

The Moon Spirit Marrow around Kenneth once again activated the enemy search mode, splitting into countless branches to explore the movements of the surrounding life forms.

"That guy...where is he?" Kenneth became more and more furious, and used the Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid to cut the outer wall into pieces.

But suddenly, Kenneth stopped, turned around, showed a cruel smile, and said: "Found you, gutter rat..."

Chapter 112: Kenneth Becomes a Disabled Person

"Found you, gutter rat..."

Kenneth smiled cruelly and turned around, only to see a figure leaning against the wall by the window in a dark corner at the end of the corridor. When he heard Kenneth's voice, he left the shadows and revealed his true form. It was Kiritsugu Emiya.

"You don't think that trick will work again, do you, despicable villain?" Kayneth pressed his forehead with his bloodless left hand, turned it back, and combed his hair. Then he said, "You were able to hurt me not because of strategy or scheming, but simply because of an irrational coincidence. I'll show you the difference right away."

"I won't let you die too easily. I'll use healing magic to preserve your lungs and heart. I'll torture you to death! Hehehe!" Kayneth's face was filled with ferocity and madness. He laughed a few times, took a deep breath, and continued, "You will die with regret, pain, and despair! Before you die, resent it! Resent your employer's cowardice! Resent the Einzbern family for insulting the Holy Grail War!!!"

As soon as Kenneth finished his roar, Emiya Kiritsugu raised the Calico M950 submachine gun in his left hand and continuously fired bullets at Kenneth.

“Fervor, mei sanguis (My blood boils)! !”

The Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid instantly erected countless steel wires, forming a wall of thorns that blocked all the bullets shot by Emiya Kiritsugu.

"Hmph!" Seeing that the little gadget that the other party relied on was completely blocked by his own Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid, Kenneth couldn't help but reveal a sarcastic smile.

However, at this moment, Emiya Kiritsugu raised the Thompson Contender modified pistol that he had already prepared in his right hand and pointed it at Kenneth behind the Moon Spirit Marrow Liquid. Then, a startling gunshot rang out.

"Is this the same trick again? Idiot!"

Kenneth sneered when he saw the other party once again using the special pistol that could break his previous Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid defense. He was already prepared this time. Kenneth activated all his magic circuits and manipulated the steel wires of the Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid to rotate counterclockwise to destroy the bullet shot by Emiya Kiritsugu.

But suddenly, Kenneth, who had the magic qualities of a monarch, had a bad premonition for some reason. He subconsciously began to stop the magic circuit that he had mobilized with all his strength. However, before he had only retracted 10% of the magic circuit, the bullet fired from the modified pistol hit the Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid.

"boom!"

A crisp sound echoed as the bullet was easily blocked by the Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid. Kenneth, through the Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid's feedback, noticed that this bullet's penetration was even weaker than the previous one. Just as Kenneth felt a tinge of surprise, he suddenly realized that his magic circuits were rapidly slipping away from his control. In an instant, over 90% of his magic circuits seemed to be overloaded and burned out.

Kenneth suddenly spat out a lot of blood from his mouth, and the severe pain all over his body was also fed back to Kenneth's brain nerves at this moment.

"what!!!!!"

Kenneth threw his head back and let out a scream, his hands digging at his chest as if all his organs had been destroyed. Then, for some unknown reason, his hands and feet began to twist and twitch uncontrollably, like a seizure. The excruciating pain throughout his body completely robbed Kenneth of his ability to think.

However, at this moment, Kenneth raised his head and suddenly saw a flash of light on the ceiling, which made him startled. Then a thought suppressed the huge pain that almost swallowed Kenneth's thinking ability and covered Kenneth's mind.

"Command Seal—Lancer!"

Blood continued to flow from Kenneth's mouth, his body gradually weakening, unable to support himself any longer. Fortunately, with a final thought, Kenneth completed the spell to summon Lancer, then collapsed to the ground, blood continuously spreading out, staining the Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid, which had already turned to a pool of water, red.

Kenneth's final gaze was filled with resentment. He must have never understood what had happened to him. That was because when the excruciating pain surged through his body, his heart, lungs, and neural network had been torn to pieces.

Blood gushed from Kenneth's throat before he could even scream. His nerves malfunctioned, causing muscles throughout his body to spasm, forcing his slender figure in a smart suit into an ugly and ridiculous dance.

This was the result of the high-density magic power circulating through the magic circuits with intense pressure suddenly ignoring the circuits' existence and rushing out indiscriminately, destroying the magus's own body. At the moment when the Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid defended against the Origin Bullet's attack, Kenneth suffered more severe damage than a direct hit from the bullet.

If magecraft interfered with Emiya Kiritsugu's magic bullet, the effects of the "origin" would be reflected back into the caster's magic circuit. If the magus's magic circuit were likened to a high-voltage current, Kiritsugu's bullet would be a drop of water. The effect of conductive liquid adhering to a delicate electrical circuit would be a short circuit, destroying the circuit itself and causing it to fail completely.