Magician in Type-Moon

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I need to vent.

I want to fight.

He wanted to unleash the demonic power that had been raging within him.

He considered resisting, but found himself powerless.

He still doesn't know who he's going to rebel against, so what can he do? He can only accept his fate.

The guy in my dream also displayed incomprehensible power, and I even said those shameless things...

"Fuck you! What a shitty life!"

Faced with the sudden complaint, Kiritsugu Emiya simply shook his head and said:

"I thought that at this point, we wouldn't have to fight another battle."

"Indeed, but even if it's just acting, there should be some realism, right? Don't we still have a duel that's not over yet?"

Matou Ike said with a grimace, her emotions driving her to the brink of uncontrollable magical power.

"I'm a Servant now, are you serious? Why don't you just die obediently as planned, and then come back to life?"

Kiritsugu Emiya removed the hood of his cloak and threw it on the ground, then continued:

"Or perhaps, even if it's a faked death, you still want to... never mind, what a troublesome fellow... I'll teach him a lesson then..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Kiritsugu Emiya vanished instantly.

Matouchi's pupils contracted instantly.

So fast!

Is this the Inherent Time Control that has been elevated to a Noble Phantasm?

In an instant, Kiritsugu Emiya's dagger was already close to Matou Ike's brow, piercing in without any resistance.

The texture doesn't feel right...

Is it an illusion or...?

No, it's actually subject to time-based control?

"What a coincidence, I know this move too, it just takes a bit longer to activate."

Matou Ike appeared three steps behind Emiya Kiritsugu.

The little helper in his hand was already aimed at Kiritsugu Emiya's head.

"boom!"

Chapter 176 Judgment Day (Prologue)

In the large hollow below Ryudong Temple.

A short, elderly man appeared here, leaning on a cane.

Although his hairless bald head and limbs had aged and shriveled like a mummy, his eyes, hidden deep in their sunken sockets, still shone brightly.

It was none other than Zouken Matou, who had disappeared long after the Holy Grail War began.

"You're really late," Angra Mainyu said, looking at the old man who walked with a shaky gait.

"But it's just right, isn't it?"

Zouken Matou smiled and said, his laughter sounding muffled, as if he had something in his mouth.

Then a surge of mist formed a human figure that appeared behind Angra Mainyu.

Zouken Matou looked at the swirling mist before him, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes, and couldn't help but say:

"Is this the power you possess, Nightmare Aura? What a wonderful thing."

Zouken Matou, an old insect who had lived for hundreds of years, saw through the true nature of the mist at a glance.

The person shrouded in nightmare energy did not continue discussing this issue, but instead asked:

"Is what I asked for ready?"

"Of course, this is a treasure that took me a lot of effort to find. The Matou family's fortune was almost wiped out because of this thing."

As he spoke, Zouken Matou pulled a large, specially made copper coin from his sleeve and threw it at the person shrouded in nightmare energy.

But it was accepted by Angra Mainyu.

He looked it over repeatedly, and after confirming that it was correct, he nodded to the Nightmare Qi behind him.

"Very good, there's nothing wrong with the item. It's amazing that you actually managed to find something like this." The Nightmare Qi trembled slightly, and a voice came from within it.

"Yes, something from over two thousand years ago, still in perfect condition and unused, is something that can't even be measured in money. In terms of rarity, it should be one of the few remaining in the world."

Zouken Matou spoke slowly, as if recalling how he had succeeded.

"Are you ready now, Machiri Zorgen?" A surge of nightmare energy followed, and another voice came, sounding both inquiring and demanding.

“Of course, it’s been prepared for a long time, but… never mind…” Zouken Matou seemed to have thought of something, paused for a moment, and finally shook his head.

"Machiri Zorgen, the creator of the Holy Grail... to fulfill his selfish desires, he slaughtered countless lives over two hundred years, totaling more than three thousand people..."

"Can you plead guilty?"

From within the nightmare aura came a list of incriminating evidence, recounting the crimes committed by Zouken Matou.

Zouken Matou listened quietly, and after the other person finished speaking, he nodded and replied, "I plead guilty."

"As the arbiter, I pronounce my verdict!"

"You are hereby sentenced to be burned alive with tar!"

"Exile to another realm!"

"Eternal toil!"

After the verdict was announced, no one spoke.

Zouken Matou walked slowly forward, facing the scorching lava.

The flames raged, like the inferno of hell, engulfing the Greater Grail in endless red light.

The high temperature of the magma distorted the air, and the scorching air rushed towards us, making it hard to breathe.

His expression remained completely calm, as if accepting this was an ending he had long anticipated.

His lips trembled slightly, as if he were muttering to himself, his voice so low it was barely audible.

Then, without hesitation, he stepped forward and jumped straight into the scalding lava.

The flames instantly engulfed his body, and the flames immediately surrounded him.

The scorching magma, like countless burning chains, tightly bound him, the flames rapidly burning his skin, and his clothes instantly turning to ash.

His body twisted in the magma, and the countless marking worms inside him began to writhe wildly under the onslaught of the high temperature.

The body was gradually eroded by flames and lava. The flesh and skin rapidly carbonized in the flames, and the bones emitted faint crackling sounds under the high temperature.

His lips parted slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but the intense heat of the fire drowned out all sound.

"Farewell, my enemy. May you find peace in the other world..."

A woman in a black sacrificial robe appeared at the mouth of the pit above the lava, silently watching Matou Zouken, who had already turned into mud.

Her face was expressionless, only endlessly indifferent, as if everything was irrelevant to her.

"That old man kept calling your name until he died," Angra Mainyu teased, looking at the woman who had suddenly appeared before him.

"That's his business...and his punishment..." the woman said softly, then closed her mouth after uttering those few words.

"How cold-hearted, Justeza. After being the Holy Grail for so long, has it all eroded your humanity?"

Angra Mainyu was met with a black sword formed from magic, which pierced straight into his chest.

"Ouch, that hurts! That's really violent!" Angra Mainyu muttered under his breath.

The Winter Saintess, Yustissa, ignored him and instead looked in the direction enveloped by the nightmare energy, asking:

"how much longer?"

"It'll be soon. Once the battle upstairs is over, it'll be your turn... But you still have a chance to back out..."

"no need."

"okay."

......

"Solve it?"

Mashu couldn't help but ask, having witnessed firsthand how the monster's flesh was torn apart when Artoria unleashed that holy beam of light.

"If only it were that easy." Artoria sheathed her holy sword and stared intently at the void below, continuing, "..."

"Just now, I felt as if that monster should still be asleep. When my Noble Phantasm struck it, it seemed to merely roll over..."

Artoria's words caused a moment of silence among the crowd, who were unsure how to respond.

The group hadn't expected to defeat a monster of this caliber so easily, but hearing Artoria's reply still left them somewhat...

Furthermore, at this moment, the Chaldea group has lost contact with their reinforcements in the Shadow Border Imaginary Submarine. Even if they could get help from the Atlas Institute, it's no longer possible.

At this moment, they were fighting alone, and could only fight alone.

"But those corrupted wyverns have been dealt with, haven't they?" El-Melloi II reassured the crowd.

Before he finished speaking, the next moment.

With a roar from the last remaining two-legged wyvern king in the sky.

Its body began to dissipate, and black raindrops fell from the clouds.

The black rain melted the earth upon contact with it, emitting a pungent, corrosive odor. The ground rapidly dissolved and collapsed, and hundreds of bipedal dragons burst forth from the earth, resurrecting themselves.

Artoria reacted swiftly, and before the Black Mud Dragon was fully formed, she immediately swung her holy sword and unleashed a "Wind King's Hammer" attack.

The howling wind swiftly annihilated the still-developing monsters.

Before these bipedal dragons made of black mud are fully formed, they are weak in defense and almost vulnerable.