Magician in Type-Moon

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“Can’t you get in and spy?” Angra Mainyu continued to complain.

"Wanting to spy is fine, but..."

"But what? Why do you always leave things unsaid? Did you grow up eating mushrooms?"

Hearing this answer, Angra Mainyu was completely bewildered, ever since he first met and chatted with this arrogant guy.

He had come to a profound understanding of this guy's true nature as a riddle teller.

"It's nothing, but the commotion might make everyone aware of our presence. You know, I can't reveal myself too early, after all, there are still people watching us."

"Aren't you a Grandmaster? Why are you such a coward? Just go all out against them!"

Fearless of heaven and earth, this is the evil of this world. Angra Mainyu, who is fearless of everything, said this to the Grand Master he spoke of.

"No, I didn't, don't talk nonsense, I've never had a Grand Spirit Origin."

"Tch, I knew I shouldn't have hung out with you. The three of us are still crammed into one cup all day long. And that Rizilaishi only came out once recently. Ever since you squeezed in, she's been playing dead. Nobody can talk to her."

The casual remark, though spoken lightly, reveals a truth: the Greater Grail currently harbors three unknown souls.

"Did you only join me because I'm strong, not because of my personal charisma?"

"If you're not strong enough, then you'll have to work for me now."

Although we can't see Angra Mainyu's face at this moment, his expression must be that of someone who's taking advantage of others' kindness.

"You... never mind, I won't argue with you. Talking to you is just a waste of my emotions."

"No, please! I was wrong, I'll never talk back again! Please don't stop talking to me, I'll die if nobody talks to me!!!"

A moment of silence...

"Hey, hey, hey, are you there? Please say something!"

"Shut up, there's still something to watch on the field."

"Hehehe, you spoke up."

The foolish laughter, as if they had won something happy, also filled the gloomy place with a cheerful atmosphere.

......

Because Rider's Reality Marble was activated, all the Servants and Masters near the main battlefield were attracted into the marble. Perhaps because they were far away, Tokiomi Tohsaka was left standing alone in place.

He gripped the scepter tightly, looking around warily, trying to find some clue in the suddenly silent environment.

The surrounding environment appeared exceptionally desolate and silent. The once bustling battlefield was now deathly silent, with only distant smoke and gravel swirling in the air.

The broken viaduct, like the remains of a giant dragon, lies across the heart of the city. The blazing sun casts dappled light through the thick smoke and dust, illuminating the ruins-like landscape.

The steel bars and concrete were piled up haphazardly, like a toy torn apart by a tremendous force.

Vehicle wreckage was scattered all around, flames still hissing and black smoke billowing into the sky. The air was thick with the acrid smell of tar and gunpowder, making people feel extremely uncomfortable.

Although almost no one can pose a threat to him anymore, Tokiomi Tohsaka's unease continues to grow. When did this begin?

It seems to have started when Kirei reported that someone was lying in ambush around him, right? Even if it's only a possibility, but...

This silence is merely the calm before the storm.

The enemy was lurking in the shadows, and he could only wait helplessly for their next move.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. Where could it be? How would they attack me?

The ones still remaining outside should be the Einzbern Masters. They seem to have hired a magician assassin, what was his name again?

He only glanced at the information casually before Kirei took it.

He carefully recalled the contents of the intelligence report: Emiya Kiritsugu, the magician killer, who was accustomed to using non-magical means to fight his enemies.

Firearms and weapons? They truly have a reputation for corrupting the magic arts. How can magic continue to be tainted by such people?

No sooner said than done, just as Tokiomi Tohsaka was still recalling the intelligence, Kiritsugu Emiya's long-awaited opportunity finally arrived.

As Kiritsugu Emiya held his breath, the figure in the sniper scope became clearer.

Modern firearms are powerful enough to kill a magician, but only if the opponent is unprepared.

If Tokiomi Tohsaka is the kind of person who can be so lax on the battlefield, then it can only mean that the Holy Grail War is of extremely low quality.

However, we cannot rule out this possibility outright. After all, who can say for sure whether the head of the Tohsaka family is just an idiot?

He planned to use three shots to finish off Tokiomi Tohsaka.

This is an extremely difficult shooting requirement, but unfortunately, it was Emiya Kiritsugu.

In a one-on-one hunt, given enough time to prepare, Kiritsugu Emiya is not afraid of any magician, unless the opponent is a monster beyond human capabilities.

But even monsters have their weaknesses. With proper preparation, it's not impossible to target them.

After all, with that sword, he might be able to compete with the monsters.

The tension in the air grew stronger, as if the whole world was holding its breath, waiting for this moment to arrive.

Kiritsugu Emiya focused all his attention on Tokiomi Tohsaka through the sniper scope. He cast aside all distractions and replaced them with a calm and precise judgment.

He slightly adjusted the sniper rifle in his hand, locking onto Tokiomi Tohsaka's heart.

His breathing gradually slowed, and Kiritsugu's finger gently gripped the trigger. He knew that the success or failure of this shot would determine the course of the operation, and he had no room for error.

"Bang—" With a muffled gunshot, the bullet swiftly pierced the air and headed straight for Tokiomi Tohsaka's heart.

However, just as the bullet was about to hit, a magical protective array suddenly appeared around Tokiomi Tohsaka's body. The bullet struck the array with a dull thud, and the array was activated, successfully intercepting the bullet and burning it to ashes.

The defensive formation drawn in the air, modeled after the Tohsaka family crest, ignited the silent air and set off a raging fire.

This is an offensive defense; anything that touches it will be burned.

Tokiomi could only continue setting up defensive formations; he hadn't yet made any move that could be considered an attack.

After all, the enemy was far away, and the attack range of the Tohsaka family's magic was not exaggerated to the extent of a sniper bullet.

Looking at the bullet fragments on the ground, burned to ashes by the Crimson Lotus Flame, Tokiomi, who upheld the nobility of magic, felt his displeasure exceed the limit of his tolerance at seeing a magician stray from the right path and fall into depravity, and then display his ugly side right before his eyes.

Looking in the direction from which the bullets came, there was nothing that could be done.

"A petty thief who doesn't even dare to show his face?"

If he were just an ordinary coward, that would be one thing, but this person had been trained in magic, yet he was a despicable scoundrel who relied on such underhanded methods.

He's not just a shallow, third-rate character, but also a ruthless villain; it's the kind of person who disgraces magicians.

His disdain had reached its peak; he even began to doubt whether the other party actually possessed magical abilities.

As Tokiomi's emotions fluctuated, the scorching red flames began to dance.

On the distant rooftop of the steel-framed building, Kiritsugu Emiya, hidden in the darkness, watched everything unfold. He could sense the intense magical energy emanating from Tokiomi and quickly made a judgment.

"A fire-attribute barrier defense array?" Kiritsugu muttered to himself, his gaze sharp as a hawk's as he watched the red flames dancing within the defense array.

Tokiomi Tohsaka's magic is clearly based on fire, and this powerful defensive array can provide strong protection even against modern weapons.

Kiritsugu took a deep breath, regulated his breathing, and steadily positioned the sniper rifle on the edge of the rooftop.

He knew that this kind of barrier defense array would automatically adjust its protective power according to the intensity of the attack, so breaking through it was not an easy task.

“However… this is not insurmountable.” A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a cruel smile.

All you need is for the bullet to be able to pass through it; there are many ways to do that, such as using special bullets.

He made up his mind to load the Walther WA2000 semi-automatic sniper rifle with specially made bullets, which had been previously customized at a magic workshop in the United States.

And I made some adjustments to the crosshair. Although the first shot was intercepted by magic, there was still some aiming error, but it was at most the distance from the heart to the lungs.

Although they were nearly 800 meters apart, Kiritsugu Emiya could still sense Tokiomi's emotional changes and knew that the other's anger and contempt were creating tiny gaps in his defenses.

This was also one of the results he wanted from the first test shot.

After all, many of the magicians who had hunted before had this kind of personality, and quite a few of them died because of it.

Kiritsugu narrowed his eyes slightly, calculating the time interval required for the bullet to travel to its destination, as well as the effects of wind speed and airflow.

Simulating the firing trajectory in his mind, the Walther WA2000 semi-automatic sniper rifle typically fires sniper bullets at a rate of 830 m/s, while the Contender pistol, thanks to its magical modifications, can achieve a rate of fire of 607 m/s.

Based on the velocity measurement of the first shot, the sniper bullet fired by the Walther WA2000 was intercepted in 1.03 seconds. This is the precise control that Kiritsugu Emiya had over the bullet's velocity under the "Time Control" magic.

Based on the time it takes for the first shot to hit, the Contender pistol would need at least 1.4 seconds to reach the target, no, even longer. Although the Contender pistol had been alchemically modified by the Einzbern's Grand Master.

Ultimately, it is still a weapon that is more suited to close-range shooting. Although it has a stronger ability to penetrate magic, it is still not very effective at long-range shooting.

In other words, the 'origin bullet' fired from the Contender pistol takes at least 1.6 seconds to hit.

Furthermore, the area where Tokiomi Tohsaka is located has a relatively high temperature due to the series of battles that took place there, meaning the air is thinner and there is less air resistance.

That would result in an error of 0.05 seconds.

Carefully recall Tokiomi Tohsaka's defensive magic, the Crimson Blaze magic circle?

With the added bonus from the wand costume, that special bullet would only last for a maximum of 0.2 to 0.3 seconds.

Therefore, the Contender pistol must be fired between 0.25 and 0.4 seconds before the Walther WA2000 semi-automatic sniper rifle fires.

Otherwise, the "Origin Bullet," intended as a finishing move, would be completely burned to ashes by that crimson flame.

You only get one chance; if you miss it this time, the same method will hardly work.

Thinking about it now, if someone were watching, they would be amazed by Kiritsugu Emiya's actions, because he was using a sniper rifle in one hand and a pistol in the other.

That's ridiculous. Sniping is already quite difficult, yet he wanted to dual-wield two guns, and the two guns were completely different things.

But this is the confidence that Kiritsugu Emiya has in himself, born from years of battlefield experience and his innate skill with firearms.

He was confident that he could accomplish this impossible task.

He adjusted his breathing, his body becoming perfectly integrated with the sniper rifle and Contender pistol in his hands, as if every inch of his muscle was preparing for this moment of explosive power.

Images of the battlefield flashed through his mind, and he meticulously calculated every detail.

“The time has come…” he murmured softly.

His body works automatically, like a machine, without the need for brain regulation; he is a born killing machine.

It's ironic that someone like that wants to save all of humanity.

【Time alter—square acceleration—proper time control. Four times speed】

As he murmured the incantation, Kiritsugu's vision became extremely bright.