Magician in Type-Moon

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The magician must have remained stubbornly attached to his own ideas until the very end, and died without understanding the truth.

This is actually very much like his style. He firmly believes in his own way of survival, takes a step without hesitation, and remains completely unaware of the huge hole right next to his feet until the very last moment.

Coming to his senses, Kirei Kotomine finally realized the heinous crime he had committed.

He didn't think too much; he was simply too tempted by the sight of Tokiomi Tohsaka lying in a pool of blood. Perhaps Adam and Eve felt the same way when they saw the forbidden fruit being picked.

His actions were driven by a buried instinct, and even at the very end he restrained himself. It was only when Tokiomi regained his senses that he became even more impulsive; if he didn't act now...

Perhaps in the future, I will never have the chance to do something that can only be described as outrageous...

Scientists once conducted an experiment that lasted for several years, feeding a nursery cow a vegetarian diet from the time it began lactation, using only plant-based milk for its dairy products.

After several years of feeding, the lion gradually grew up.

In repeated experiments, even when meat and vegetables were placed in front of a lion at the same time, the lion would only go for the vegetables.

Years of research findings and numerous papers attest to the success of the scientists' experiments.

Major media outlets also rushed to report on this great experiment.

However, during one feeding, the scientist accidentally cut his body with a wire. Whether it was the smell of blood or not, his bloodthirsty genes were awakened.

The scientist, his body slashed, dripped blood onto the ground. In that instant, the lion stopped eating, its nostrils twitched slightly, and a strange light flashed in its eyes.

Finally, the lion moved. It let out a deep roar and walked straight toward the injured scientist.

But the scientists didn't pay attention, assuming it was the same as their usual interactions.

He reached out his hand, smiled, and softly called the lion's name, trying to soothe it. However, this time, the lion's eyes were no longer docile, and its steps were no longer slow.

In an instant, the lion pounced, its sharp claws seizing the scientist's arm. A low growl escaped its lips, and blood gushed from the wound as the lion began to tear at him frantically.

But in the future, this lion continued to eat only vegetarian food, as if it had never had any desire for meat.

Everyone has a terrible demon in their heart; Kirei simply buries his inner self deep within, unwilling to face it.

“I had a premonition long ago that when I knew all the answers, I would be utterly destroyed.”

"Is this really the answer?"

What should we call this feeling? Let's just call it pleasure.

"God, I have sinned..."

......

Time slowly reversed.

When Kirei rushed to Tokiomi's side, he believed that Tokiomi had been defeated, so he entrusted the Command Seals to Assassin and ordered him to win the victory.

He didn't care whether Assassin could win or not, because if Tokiomi was defeated, he would have no reason to participate in the Holy Grail War.

Kirei had this in mind before he took action against Tokiomi.

Therefore, the fighting style of Assassin and Lancer, who are now battling under the gap in the overpass, has changed once again.

Previously, Lancer only needed to use his spear to take Assassin's head, while Assassin had to figure out how to stall for time, how to avoid being killed with a single thrust, and how to calculate his escape route. But now, Assassin has received orders from his Master's Command Seals.

He was already incredibly loyal, willing to dedicate everything to his Master without needing Command Seals, and now he has received the blessing of Command Seals.

Assassin completely abandoned his plan to escape and survive, and began to seriously consider how to confront the enemy in front of him head-on.

Lancer noticed a change in his opponent's aura and frowned slightly.

Her intuition told her that the Assassin before her was no longer the enemy who had tried to run away and stall for time.

The opponent before him seemed to have become even more resolute, his killing intent even more intense.

"Looks like you've finally given up on being a rat, Assassin. I thought you'd just be running around like a headless fly!" Lancer mocked Assassin in response to his change in attitude.

Chapter 81 Dance of Shadows and Dragons

In the ruins beneath the overpass, the intensity of the battle made the entire scene seem as if it had just experienced an earthquake.

Each clash of weapons was accompanied by a tremendous sound and vibration, with rubble and steel bars constantly falling from the wreckage of the viaduct.

Assassin's figure moved like a ghost in the darkness, his movements swift and silent, like an elusive black mist.

The dagger in his hand gleamed coldly, each strike aimed directly at Lancer's vitals.

The dagger drew sharp arcs in the air, sending chills down the spine.

Lancer retaliated swiftly, his spear flashing silver in the air, sparks and shockwaves erupting from the point of their clash.

With a deafening boom, Lancer's sweeping spear strike cleaved a massive concrete block in two, sending debris flying. The force of the impact churned the surrounding air, raising clouds of dust.

Using the flying debris as cover, Assassin quickly approached from the side and launched another attack.

Assassin's dagger, like a venomous snake, swiftly pierced Lancer's abdomen.

Lancer quickly dodged to the side, but the dagger still sliced ​​through his side, and blood gushed out.

She gritted her teeth, swept her spear horizontally, and forced Assassin back a few steps.

With the blessing of the Command Seals, Assassin's attacks were like a storm, relentless and unstoppable.

For Assassin, offense is a means of defense. As long as you maintain a fierce offensive, you can slowly drag your opponent into your rhythm.

Just like African wild dogs, constantly harassing and attacking, even a lone male lion will one day become prey.

Moreover, the Lancer before them was a lion that had long since reached its twilight years.

"I need to be even faster, I have to exhaust her completely. I can't use my killer move until the very end." Assassin thought to himself, but his attacks didn't lag behind.

The Command Seals' blessing, like the wind's blessing, solidified his body, making him lighter, faster, and even strengthening his muscles like a storm.

His figure flickered amidst the ruins, the dagger in his hand transforming into a deadly claw, relentlessly closing in on Lancer.

Although Lancer kept retaliating with his spear, he could only keep dodging in the face of this fierce attack.

The air was thick with the smell of blood and the smoke of gunpowder, as if the entire space was telling the story of the intensity and cruelty of this life-or-death struggle.

Using the steel bars and ruins as cover, Assassin quickly circled around to Lancer's side and launched another attack.

Lancer swung his spear repeatedly, striking the ground and ruins, leaving deep marks.

Each collision generated a gust of wind, causing the surrounding building debris and steel bars to tremble violently.

A thick steel bar was struck by a long gun, producing a piercing metallic scraping sound, before collapsing with a crash to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Assassin's dagger drew a sharp arc in the air, aiming straight for Lancer's side of the neck.

Lancer swiftly turned around, sweeping her spear to block the fatal blow, but the force of the dagger cut her cheek, and blood flowed down her face.

The aftershocks of the battle made the surrounding environment increasingly chaotic, with rubble and dust flying through the air, as if the entire battlefield was shaking with their fighting.

During a lull in the Assassin offensive, Lancer internally considered his options:

“This can’t go on… Although this guy is weaker than me, he has the blessing of Command Seals, and his magical power is even in surplus thanks to his Master’s supply.”

"Moreover, all of this guy's attacks are probing. After each strike, he will create distance to avoid my counterattack."

If we compare Assassin to a top-tier player of a single-player game, using skillful tactics, never being greedy after a successful strike, while maintaining high DPS and control over positioning.

At this moment, Lancer is like a boss in a game's CG. In the CG "Battle of Mount Yuanzang", his performance was unmatched. However, after being demoted to a new dungeon, he was weakened to the point that even players could easily kill him with a single scratch.

"You want me to fight like a cornered beast? That's a solid tactic, but it's deadly enough."

Assassin tactics are very easy to predict, but such offensive strategies are difficult to break, much like the rolling style in games. Although it cannot be speedrun, it can be used to complete the game perfectly.

Should I expose a weakness in his defenses? Will he fall for it? No, probably not, but I should still try...

Assassin struck again, his figure flickering like a ghost amidst the ruins.

Lancer suddenly turned around, picked up a piece of gravel with his spear, and hurled it towards Assassin.

The gravel arced through the air, heading straight for Assassin.

Assassin leaped up quickly, dodging the flying rock, but the instant he took to the air, Lancer appeared in front of him, his spear aimed straight for his heart.

"You've been tricked!" Assassin sneered inwardly. He had anticipated Lancer's attack and deftly flipped in mid-air, his dagger aimed directly at Lancer's neck.

Lancer swiftly withdrew his spear, using the hilt to block the fatal blow. The dagger clashed with the spear hilt, producing a piercing metallic sound.

But it wasn't pleasant; the dagger still slashed into Lancer's chest, leaving a long, thin gash.

Blood gushed out, but Lancer couldn't care less about his injuries at the moment; it would be too wasteful to use his remaining magic to heal them.

The two passed each other again, the distance between them widening once more, but the tension in the air did not lessen at all.

"It seems he really does intend to kill with a single blow. If that's the case, then things will be much easier..."

Lancer, panting heavily, looked at Assassin, who had failed to strike and was retreating swiftly. He had deliberately created an opening to test Assassin's attitude.

The effect is remarkable. As long as Lancer is injured enough, his mana is depleted enough, and his aura is low enough, this Assassin will never let this opportunity pass.

Just like Kenneth, the Master who attacked Lancer, he would never truly make a move until the very end, when his prey was at its weakest and most relaxed.

"What a stray African dog...Assassin..."

"Perhaps these injuries can be put to use..."

After finishing his thoughts, Lancer began to use his magic to repair his body, using every bit of magic precisely, ignoring minor injuries.

But it was this very action that caught Assassin's eye, and he immediately mocked her:

"Are you preparing for the final blow, Lancer? Is your magic power insufficient to fully recover from your injuries?"

"Then come and try. Even if my magic isn't enough, it's still enough to cut your head off!"

Listening to Lancer's imposing and powerful rebuttal, I became even more convinced that Lancer was now completely exhausted.

"Is that so? Then let's give it a try, Lancer. Your loyalty moves me. I suppose the taste of your heart is even more delicious than that of your Master?"

Assassin continued to provoke Lancer with his words. Even though he was confident enough, he would not let go of any opportunity to weaken the enemy.

This is his fighting style; he'll use anything, even underhanded tactics like using the opponent's partners or family. He won't let any opportunity slip by, as long as it's appropriate.

Chapter 82 The Creature Who Possesses Power and Authority

Magic gathered at the tip of the gun, and Lancer felt the magic within his body rapidly draining away.

But this is necessary; if it were just a simple pretense of running out of magic, Assassin would not fall for it.