Zongman, the history of a devil's rise

The modified Walther WA2000 sniper rifle exudes a cold luster.

Sitting in a half-squatting position, the man holding a sniper rifle aimed his eyes at the scope, and the muzzle of the gun was constantly making fine adjustments under the man's subtle movements.

"Kiritsugu, I'm in a great position here."

"If I delay Assassin's attack, you can attack Lancer or Berserkar's Master directly."

The voice of another mature woman continued to be heard in the headset placed in the ear.

The man's slight breathing sounded steady and orderly.

His fingers kept on the trigger, rubbing it left and right.

It can be seen that he is now facing a difficult choice.

The person on the other end of the headset obviously knew this man well.

After stating his suggestion, he said nothing more.

Several seconds passed like this.

The man's low, cold voice finally rang out.

"No, just stay calm and observe the situation."

“Maiya, keep your eyes on Assassin and don’t let him out of your sight.”

"Leave this battlefield to me."

After giving all his orders quietly, Emiya Kiritsugu once again held his breath and slowly took out a brand new bullet from his pocket, which seemed to be of a slightly different style.

But he was slow to load it into the gun.

"Now, what should I do..."

He definitely did not ignore the look just now.

That look that was directed at him purposely, making him feel terrified.

That was definitely telling him that his position had been exposed long ago.

The reason why he is still safe and sound and has not been found by it is simply because the boy who looks young does not look like it.

……

"It looks like you've given up."

Silently retracting his gaze, Vitan was thinking the same thing in his heart.

There is a reason why Emiya Kiritsugu has become a well-known magus killer.

This is not to say how strong he is or how powerful the magic is.

In fact, speaking only of magic, Emiya Kiritsugu is considered weak among magicians.

What made him what he is now is not only his ruthless, cunning, useless and everything-oriented character.

It’s also because he has a special bullet - the origin bullet.

Origin bomb.

As the name suggests, it is to use a person's origin as a bullet.

If the bullet hits a living creature, there will be no wound or bleeding, but the shot area will become like an old necrotic wound.

The surface appears to be healed, but the nerves and capillaries do not regenerate accurately and lose their original functions.

But for a magus, it is a terrifying weapon that is enough to serve as a symbol of Kiritsugu's title of "Magician Killer".

When a magician performs magic, magic power will inevitably flow in his own magic circuit. If he is hit by an origin bullet at this time, the flow of magic power will be out of control.

The more powerful the magic, the more magic power is usually required, and therefore the greater the damage caused when the magic power runs wild.

If the magic circuit is compared to a wire, the Origin Bullet is the drop of water that can short-circuit it.

(But, Emiya Kiritsugu.)

(Your bullet, which is invincible against magicians, has no effect on me.)

Never mind that Vitan can easily avoid sniping.

Even if he was really hit, he would not have his magic circuits all over his body collapse like other magicians.

Why? No reason!

He doesn't have any magic circuits, so tell me where he broke down.

"So, what is your purpose in getting involved in the duel between Saber and me?"

Holding two spears, one long and one short, between his ribs, Diarmuid exuded endless fighting spirit.

No longer paying attention to Emiya Kiritsugu who was not far away.

Director Ken, who was silently hiding behind the clock tower, was not worth Vitan's attention.

After all, they are just a group of magicians.

No matter how hard they struggled, they could not hurt Vitan.

Used as a metaphor.

It's like the relationship between a mouse and a lion.

No matter how the mouse jumps, the lion can easily kill it with one slap.

Now for Vitan, it is obvious that the battlefield here is more worthy of his attention and value.

"Ok!"

"If I really want to talk about it, I was probably attracted by the fight between you two."

Shrugging his shoulders, Vitan's gaze shifted to Altria and Irisviel behind her.

He blinked his eyes with a hint of smile.

"Or maybe I just don't want these two beautiful flowers on the battlefield to wither?"

Chapter 4 k The Heroic Spirit's Obsession

"Master Barserkar, can I take your words as a disdain for me?"

Wither? Saber frowned her beautiful eyebrows.

Frankly speaking, she would never deny that she was currently in a disadvantageous position.

After all, Diarmuid on the opposite side lost one of his hands in a head-on battle, which was enough to prove his bravery and that he was one of the top heroic spirits.

Of course, she would not blame herself for the problem of her wrist.

This was her own mistake, her own lack of consideration and inconsideration.

But on what basis did the man opposite her judge her failure?

But she never thought she would lose.

She is the King of Britain, the King of Knights, a king who will never be defeated as long as she stands on the battlefield and who brings hope to her people.

"of course not."

"I certainly have no intention of insulting the famous Knight King."

Vitan smiled as if in the spring breeze.

Even without any extra movements, just looking at the smile on his face would make one feel as if their fighting spirit was being reduced.

This is completely different from the teardrop mole under Diarmuid's eye.

Diarmuid: That's magic, that's a curse.

Vitan relies entirely on his personal temperament.

"The reason I showed up was just to prevent the fight between the two of you from being taken advantage of by some bored guys."

Vitan was calm and composed. He put his hands in his trouser pockets, narrowed his eyes, and naturally raised his head to look at the clouds in the sky.

"You're right."

Boom!

Just as Saber, who was in a state of irritation, was about to say something, in the dark night sky, a thunderous sound suddenly exploded.

A fast-flying object drew a straight line in the sky and headed straight towards this side.

The dark night sky was left with a trail of blue lightning sparks, like the tail flame of a passing comet.

"Chariot?"

Irisviel opened her pink lips in surprise.

The blue lightning was getting closer and closer, and its sharp momentum caused pain on his facial skin.

It was an ancient wooden chariot with two fronts, and the one leading the way in the front was not a war horse, but a bull with bulging muscles and an unusually strong and muscular physique.

The bull was above the sky, treading on the void, pulling a magnificent and majestic chariot.

The chariot's wheels rumbled, and every time it rolled forward, it made a thunderous sound.

Every time the cow's hooves stepped on the void, blue lightning spread out in all directions like a spider web in the void, and the roar and air currents that shocked the atmosphere rolled up.

"Is it because of my provocation just now that you have been locking onto my position?"

Diarmuid's eyes kept moving back and forth between the ox cart in the air and Vitan.

At first he didn't quite believe what Vitan said, but when the new heroic spirit appeared, he reacted instantly.

The chariot pulled by bulls, stepping on thunder, circled majestically above the few people, then slowed down and slowly landed on the ground.

At the moment of landing, the chariot also retracted its dazzling lightning.

On the chariot, the figure of a giant also appeared. He stood majestically on the driving platform of the chariot, holding the reins in both hands.

"How can you say this of me, Master of Barserkar?"

The big man in the red cloak stared at Vitan with his big eyes like bronze bulls.

"My name is King of Conquerors Iskandar. I participated in this Holy Grail Battle and was awarded the job of Rider."

Just as it was in the original novel, Iskandar opened his large palm-leaf fan-like hands and revealed a bold smile, ignoring the basic rule of the Holy Grail War that one must conceal one's real name, and revealed his real name in front of almost all the Masters and Servants.

Well, one more review.

It's stupid enough, stupid enough and cute enough.

"What are you doing, idiot, idiot!"

This Heroic Spirit was indeed very cute in his stupidity, but his Master Weber simply couldn't accept it.

As he questioned Iskandar in a somewhat stern manner, tears and snot flowed from his eyes and nostrils at the same time.

"Moo..."

The loud roars of the bulls echoed into the night, and Weber's useless protests immediately stopped.

Iskandar completely ignored his master, and slapped Weber's back with his big hand like a palm leaf fan, laughing loudly.

"Boy, before I talk about my thoughts, I want to explain something to you first."

Vitan shrugged his shoulders.

Having read the original novel directly, he still has a deep impression of this scene and is very clear about the character of the King of Conquerors.

"The reason why I didn't show up just now was not because I wanted to do something shameful like a sneak attack."

"The reason why I appeared is the same as yours."

Except for Vitan, everyone else had some doubts in their hearts.

"You have fought each other for the Holy Grail. Before you prepare to fight each other, I have something to ask you."

"Is your wish more important than the great fortune contained in this world?"

This is a sentence without a beginning or an end.

It is very difficult to say it and want others to understand it.

"So, what exactly do you want to express?"