Magician in Type-Moon

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A hint of disdain flashed in Gilgamesh's eyes:

"The Conqueror King? What an arrogant fool."

"Tokiomi, your words have piqued my interest."

"As for the so-called display of power, let me see how this self-proclaimed king will be crestfallen in the face of true royal power."

Tokiomi Tohsaka finally showed a satisfied smile and bowed again:

"Thank you for your permission, Your Majesty. I will do my best to ensure the success of this hunt."

Gilgamesh looked at Tokiomi Tohsaka in front of him, snorted, and then turned into golden spirit particles and disappeared from the room.

He was well aware of Tokiomi Tohsaka's advice; these words were merely a ploy to get him involved in the incident.

But so what? A subject's advice should please the king. The minister's words did indeed resonate with him, demonstrating the power of a king. Hmph.

It's time to let those guys know what it means to be the only true king in the world.

And that fellow who was watching a play at Yuanzang Mountain actually asked me to play an actor in his play. Let him see it clearly!

Tokiomi Tohsaka didn't straighten up until he was sure Gilgamesh had left the reception room.

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief. Gilgamesh's confirmed participation meant that their plan had strong support and the chances of success had greatly increased.

Seeing this, Kirei Kotomine stepped forward and asked in a low voice, "Sensei, what should we do next?"

"Let's set up an ambush at the Miwon River and have Assassin lure Lancer there."

"Keep an eye on Rider's movements. What I just said wasn't just to deceive Archer. Since he helped once, he'll help a second and a third time."

"Also, be prepared for other Masters to appear. Matou and Einzbern may also get involved. This time, we need to finish this quickly and take them down as soon as possible."

Chapter 52 "The Hunt (Part 1)" (Please add to your favorites! Please continue reading!)

This is a battle of beasts tearing each other apart, each seeing the other as its prey.

The dagger and the iron spear tore through the air, the cold light of the blades and the chilling gleam of the spear tips intertwining, flashing with a deadly brilliance.

With each clash, the air was filled with killing intent and the smell of gunpowder. The two moved as fast as lightning, and the collision of strength and skill sparked a storm, as if the whole world was being swallowed up by their battle.

Assassin moved through the darkness like a ghost, his dagger slicing through the air, each strike deadly and precise.

Lancer, on the other hand, was like a raging beast, his spear wielding itself with unstoppable force. Their attacks were evenly matched, each move brimming with deadly threat.

"Swish—" The dagger sliced ​​through the night sky, leaving a cold glint in its eyes, aimed straight for Lancer's throat.

However, Lancer's spear swept across swiftly with the force of thunder, deflecting the dagger. The two figures separated in an instant, and then charged at each other again.

This should have been a one-sided battle, but after Lancer lost her Master, the magic of that Command Seal was only enough to keep her alive in this world.

Every bit of magic must be used just right; the idea of ​​releasing magic or activating the dragon's blood heart is almost unthinkable.

However, even so, thanks to Lancer's own exceptional combat instincts and skills, she still gained the upper hand in this battle.

Each swing of the spear generated strong wind pressure, swirling up debris in the corridor and creating a dangerous whirlwind.

Glass shards flew everywhere, like dandelion seeds, blown in all directions by the gale.

There are no more intact windows left, and the building itself is on the verge of collapse.

But as a member of the traditional assassin organization Hassan al-Sabbah, the skill of harnessing the power of the wind—a skill honed through a lifetime of training—is etched into his very being.

Even the demon god who controls typhoons couldn't help but bless them.

......

"Your body should feel lighter, imagine your flesh has turned into flower petals, being lifted up by the wind."

Petals? How could the human body be like a petal? Thinking of the elder's teachings, he couldn't help but feel doubtful.

With that thought in mind, he jumped off the stone wall next to the windy spot.

"I am a petal, I am a petal, I am a petal..." He kept repeating in his heart, as if in doing so he could become a flower carried by the wind.

However, in reality, he was tossed about in the sky by strong winds, his body crashing heavily to the ground, his internal organs bleeding, and his bones dislocated.

After abandoning her first love and child, she insisted on coming to cultivate herself, but in the end, she had to end up like this?

My mind started replaying the past, but then I felt a wetness in my mouth—not the taste of blood, but a bitter one...

"Even if you have doubts, are you still willing to jump down?"

The elder's voice reached his ears in a daze, seemingly praising his perseverance or mocking his loyalty, but he could not tell the truth.

However, from that day on, the elder began to teach him more techniques, but regarding the skill of windwalking, the elder only said:

"You have to experience it for yourself."

He tried everything: day after day of training, dieting to lose weight, and even controlling his body's water content by exposing himself to the sun.

But each time he fell, he was seriously injured. Once, he didn't even have time to adjust his body position and his head hit the ground directly.

"If this continues, you will die."

This is a warning from everyone.

But what does death matter? You've already abandoned your name, identity, and family from when you were a human being. The past has vanished into the sea of ​​clouds. Isn't this body just a piece of duckweed anyway?

With this thought in mind, my body fell off the stone wall once again, no longer struggling, no longer fearful, no longer bound, slowly feeling the force of the gale.

"Is this the power of the wind?"

His body still crashed heavily to the ground, the middle-aged man coughing up blood, seemingly understanding something.

......

The strong winds generated by the wind pressure whipped up debris and swept it toward Assassin.

Faced with this relentless onslaught, Assassin showed no fear whatsoever.

He murmured softly, "This body is already like duckweed—except for the protection of the wind."

My body began to twist and turn in the wind, as if I had truly become a light petal, dancing in the breeze.

Using the wind's power, he moved swiftly through the corridor, his figure constantly dodging and retreating in the darkness. As the gale swept over him, he and the wind crashed into the window at the end of the corridor, then he flipped over and escaped outside.

Lancer frowned slightly upon seeing this, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes.

She understood Assassin's intentions; if she let him escape, she would likely miss the opportunity to kill him.

"Don't even think about escaping!" she sneered, then leaped out of the window, spear in hand, her icy gaze fixed on Assassin.

The view outside the window suddenly opened up, and Assassin danced gracefully in the moonlight, her figure like a drifting duckweed, nimbly moving between the buildings.

The wind howled, making his black cloak flutter and adding to his mysterious aura.

Lancer followed closely behind, her eyes sharp as an eagle's. Each leap she made stirred up a gust of wind, and the spear danced in her hand, carrying a deadly threat.

Her lack of magic power forced her to suppress even the most instinctive urge to fly.

“Your escape is just a waste of time,” she said coldly, her voice carried on the wind.

"Is that so? Lancer, to be honest, I truly admire your loyalty to your master. Come on! Let me see just how far your loyalty can take you."

After his retort, Assassin remained focused on his escape route. He had not yet received a message from his Master, but whether ordered to continue escaping or to fight back, he would always remain loyal.

The wind whistled past his ears, and the buildings rushed past him. His thoughts were exceptionally clear, and each step he took became more agile with the help of the wind.

Just as Lancer was about to catch up with him, Assassin suddenly made a sharp turn, used a protruding flagpole to leap in the opposite direction, and flew towards another building.

Running through the real estate market, a message from the Master came through the gem communicator in my ear.

"Assassin, where are you right now?"

"I should be in the neighborhood near Xindu Mansion."

As he spoke, the spear attacked from behind again. He rolled away to dodge it and threw three daggers to disrupt Lancer's attack.

"Lead Lancer to the port near the Weiyuan River and minimize the commotion."

"understood."

He realized that the Master's strategy was to use him as bait to lure Lancer into the trap set by the hunters.

However, the request to reduce the noise and disturbances was something even someone as loyal as Zhou Wan felt was somewhat unreasonable.

Chapter 53 "The Hunt (Part Two)" (Please add to your favorites! Please read on!)

Fuyuki's new capital, a burgeoning district of the city, is renowned for its unique architectural style and bustling commercial atmosphere.

The most eye-catching feature here is the new Metropolitan Museum of Art and the adjacent commercial district, where several skyscrapers with hundreds of floors rise into the clouds, resembling new landmarks of the city.

Today, if you zoom in on the floors of these high-rise buildings, you'll find two figures running along the walls in an incredible way.

Their figures were like swallows soaring through the air, elegant and agile, as if dancing against the laws of nature.

An unsuspecting person might mistake this scene for a movie special effects shoot.

"Moshi moshi, Mr. Takahashi, I remember the last filming notice I received was scheduled for two days from now?" The question from the other end of the phone left producer Takahashi somewhat puzzled. Could it be that another film crew had used their name to preemptively occupy the filming location?

"Ah, yes, we're scheduled to come here to film in two days," Takahashi replied.

Suddenly, a scream came from the other end of the phone, followed by the sound of something breaking, as if something had happened. Takahashi quickly asked, "Ms. Suzuki, what happened?"

But all he heard from the phone receiver was a busy signal. Takahashi was frantic but helpless.

At the same time, the figure running on the wall suddenly crashed through the tempered glass between the floors from outside the building, and the shards of glass that flew everywhere seemed like a silent dance.

This sudden accident resulted in injuries or even deaths to more than two workers inside the building, plunging the scene into chaos and panic.

Miss Suzuki watched as the figure in the black cloak, wearing a terrifying skull mask, charged straight toward her.

She couldn't help but scream, and the phone in her hand fell to the ground, only emitting a busy tone.

Immediately afterwards, another runner on the wall followed, wielding a sharp spear, and pressed towards the black-robed monster in front of her.

The two people in front and behind are Assassin and Lancer.

As Assassin watched Lancer get closer and closer, he rushed towards the woman named Suzuki and kicked the solid wood desk in front of her towards Lancer.

The spear swung, and although no magical light flowed across it, it still easily sliced ​​through the flying table.

Then another set of debris flew in, but Lancer's sharp gunplay instantly sliced ​​it into pieces.