Magician in Type-Moon

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Four Sparrow missiles detached from the pylons under the wings, leaving four bright streaks of fire in the night sky as they attacked the dragon-shaped flying object.

"Kobayashi! What are you doing?" Lieutenant Yoki shouted urgently over the radio. The jumbled noise on the radio was incredibly irritating, and the sudden attack by his wingman left him completely bewildered.

While the Sparrow missile is not the most advanced air-to-air missile, it is not cheap either, and under normal circumstances there is no need to spend four missiles to attack the same target.

But for some reason, his subordinate, Lieutenant Kobayashi, was so excited that he directly used the weapons on the airborne equipment.

This action forced Lieutenant Yang Mu to go over and check the situation.

The air-to-air missile was much faster than the aircraft, and hit the target a few seconds later. The flash illuminated a corner of the sky. Lieutenant Kobayashi had just breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the target had been successfully shot down.

However, after the smoke and fire from the explosion dissipated, the black dragon seemed to be enraged. The black mud on its body continued to roll and repair itself. The two-legged dragon stopped in place, as if it was gathering strength to prepare for a counterattack.

During this pause, Kobayashi finally saw clearly what was in front of him—a creature that only appears in myths or games—a wyvern.

Above that evil dragon was a humanoid creature, seemingly the dragon's knight.

With its wingspan extended, the dragon flapped in mid-air, like a turbine suddenly starting up, instantly accelerating and breaking the sound barrier once again as it soared into the sky. The speed of the bipedal dragon was unbelievable. It lunged at Kobayashi's fighter jet as if to tear it apart.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!" The radio command from Lieutenant Yang Mu was slightly disordered due to the influence of magic, but it was still understandable.

At this moment, Lieutenant Yang Mu realized what they were facing: a product inherited from the mythological era.

Back in their rural hometown, the family had been a Shinto family for generations, and Yangmu's parents and grandparents had always firmly believed in the existence of ghosts and spirits.

What's strangest, however, is that the books in his home don't just contain Japanese mythology, but also superstitious stories from various countries. Among them, the word "magic" is what interests him the most.

But Yangmu had always scoffed at these things since he was a child, and his family did not force him to inherit the Shinto tradition, after all, he had an older brother.

His family seems to have considerable influence in Japanese politics, and with their support, he became a first lieutenant in the Air Self-Defense Force at a young age.

He and Kobayashi were actually about the same age, but their military ranks differed by two levels, making him Kobayashi's senior.

Now he finally understood why his family clung to traditional superstitions and lived in seclusion in their rural hometown, and why a small Shinto family could wield such power in politics.

It turns out that there really are things in this world that defy common sense.

He looked at the two-legged dragon, its figure approaching like a nightmare in the night sky. Fear and surprise intertwined in his heart, and he had to admit that what he was facing was a power that no mortal could contend with.

Lieutenant Kobayashi watched as the flying dragon hurtled straight towards him, while he heard his host and friend calling out to him.

"Avoid? How could I possibly avoid this?" he muttered to himself, his hands hanging limply at his sides, no longer controlling the fighter jet, his mind replaying past events. Honestly, he was about to get married, and now he'd been stuck with this kind of job.

"Kobayashi! Kobayashi!" The senior's calls continued to echo in his earpiece, as if awakening his dormant will.

"We're about to get married!" he suddenly shouted, as if making a final stand against fate.

After a period of silence, his fighting spirit was reignited. Lieutenant Kobayashi gripped the control stick tightly again, his eyes burning with an indomitable flame.

"I can't die here! Missile launch!" He gritted his teeth, the roar of the engine deafening in his ears, and he did his best to control the fighter jet, trying to avoid the impact of the flying dragon.

But reality is not an animation or a game. After the burst of flashbacks, humans are no longer capable of performing those superhuman actions.

The dragon knight, enveloped in black mud, crashed into the car at supersonic speed. The scalding black mud dissolved and fell off, leaving a black trail behind him.

There was no time to dodge; the shadow of Purgatory shot out from the black light and crashed head-on into the White-Headed Old Man fighter.

The Sparrow missiles fired at close range not only failed to destroy the monster, but also failed to stop it, crashing straight into the white-headed old man.

The expected explosion did not occur. At the moment the fighter jet made contact with the dragon, the dragon and the knight turned into a complete black mud.

The entire White-headed Shrimp fighter jet was encased and slowly tightened. The jet began to deform, and the black mud corroded it to prevent an explosion.

To outsiders, the scene looked exactly like the monster was devouring the White-headed Old Man!

Kobayashi could no longer see any outside scenery from his cockpit; only the faint lights of the warning lights flashing on the instrument panel.

Suddenly, two red lights appeared from outside the glass of the cabin, and the black mud directly passed through the "thin" hatch, condensing into a terrifying and frenzied human face in the cockpit.

"Why did you attack me?" A hoarse, low, but frantic voice echoed in the cockpit.

At this moment, Xiaolin had lost his mind; fear, terror, and anger were controlling his brain.

"Go to hell, you monster!"

These were the words he uttered out of sheer instinct; reasonable conversation had long since ceased to hold any place in his mind.

"Monster? Am I a monster?" A glimmer of clarity flashed across Gilles de Rais's manic and wicked face.

Then, several gunshots shattered everything as Lieutenant Kobayashi, trembling, raised his pistol and fired a shot into Berserker's head.

But the bullet only pierced through, as if swallowed by a swamp.

Firearms are useless; bullets may only have one purpose.

Silence fell over the cabin. Neither the Berserker, formed from black mud, nor Lieutenant Kobayashi, who was now in despair, made any further moves.

The oppressive atmosphere, the desperate scene, and the devastating spectacle produced by the filthy magic attached to the black mud.

Kobayashi raised his gun again, but this time the target was not the monster in front of him.

Instead, he pointed the gun at his chin, slowly raised his head, and looked at the terrifying face in front of him.

"You're a monster!"

"boom!"

The bullet pierced straight through the jaw, but Kobayashi skillfully avoided the bone structure, preventing the bullet from lodging in the skull.

"Xiaolin, please answer if you hear me, please answer if you hear me, what's going on over there?"

The radio, which had been disconnected for some time, miraculously found a transmission line, and the sound echoed continuously in the cockpit.

But the person who could respond to him was already lying in a pool of blood in the driver's seat, silent and still.

Chapter 60 The So-called Righteousness

The thick smoke from dozens of vehicles involved in the accident on the ground formed a majestic cloud mountain in the sky, much like volcanic ash from a volcanic eruption.

The bottom is so low it looks like it's pressing down on top of an overpass, while the top leads straight into the stratosphere.

Thick black smoke swirled upwards, obscuring half the sky, with the light of flames appearing and disappearing within it, making the sky seem to be on fire.

The smell of gunpowder and tar was so unpleasant.

In Rider's vehicle, Webber coughed incessantly from the stench. Iskandar, seeing his opponent being attacked by a sudden modern fighter jet, did not seize the opportunity to take advantage of the situation and win.

Instead, they acted like spectators, remaining indifferent and constantly praising Berserker's abilities and the strength of modern weapons.

"If I could possess ten thousand of these weapons, the speed of conquering this world could be greatly accelerated."

He exclaimed, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Hey kid, where can I buy this?"

Listening to Rider's outrageous remarks, Weber, although a magician of the Clock Tower and not very knowledgeable about modern weapons, knew that such things were not something that could be bought at will.

He shook his head helplessly, barely suppressing a cough, and replied:

“Rider, these aren’t things you can just buy anytime. These are weapons from the modern military, each one a rare and exquisite piece. They won’t just be sold off to outsiders.”

"Is that so? Then where are the most of these things stored?" Iskandar ignored Weber's answer and continued to ask.

“Of course it’s beautiful…” Weber paused for a moment, then said warily:

"Rider, you wouldn't be thinking of...?"

"Well, as long as I know where there are so many good things, all I need to do is plunder them and take them for myself."

Iskandar looked confident, as if this were just a simple raid.

Weber felt a headache coming on, utterly speechless at his servant's daydreaming. He knew the burly man beside him's personality, but to be on the battlefield, still fantasizing about future plunder was truly...

Waver ignored Iskandar the Conqueror and turned his attention back to the battlefield.

No remains of the body.

This phrase perfectly describes the current tragic situation.

The destruction was so thorough that it was impossible to discern the true danger the victims faced; everything seemed to have vanished completely, as if ravaged by a locust plague.

The black mud enveloping the fighter jet continued to churn and surge, with bubbles rising from its surface, as if it were digesting.

Everyone who witnessed this scene felt a chill run down their spine; they could easily imagine what would happen to that fighter jet.

On the radio, only the base tower and the Great Dove's command reports were active; the White-headed Bulbul's channel waves had completely disappeared.

"Colonel Kumagai! Colonel Kumagai! The White-headed Okina has been destroyed! I repeat, the White-headed Okina has been destroyed! Requesting ground support! Requesting ground support!"

"Your report has been received, your report has been received, your report has been received..."

The voice coming through the headset wasn't that of Kumagai Sora, who had initially taken command; instead, it was a mechanical female voice repeating the same words.

"Hello, who are you? Please have Kumagai Sora issue the command. Repeat, please have Kumagai Sora issue the command!"

"Your report has been received..."

"Damn it, what's going on?" Lieutenant Yang Mu slammed his fist on the dashboard, trying to restore communication, but the mechanical female voice kept repeating the same sentence.

In the end, even the repetitive mechanical female voice stopped, and only Yangmu's angry curses remained in the entire radio communication.

"They're not even willing to pretend anymore? These monsters!" In his view, the Air Self-Defense Force base had been invaded by these monsters' own kind, and now he could only fight alone.

Even before the battle began, Father Risei Kotomine of the Fuyuki Church had been observing the fighting, ever since he discovered that even the Japanese military had begun to intervene with fighter jets and other armed forces.

The cleanup team from the Holy Church had already infiltrated the Self-Defense Force base that issued the order and taken everyone there into custody.

Standing in the command post, Kotomine Ryougi glanced at the dazed Kumagai Sora beside him and couldn't help but sigh, saying:

"How did things get to this point? Sigh, when will this ever end?"

He lifted his sleeve to look at the stigmata wrapped around his right arm, which were Command Seals that had not been used up by participants in the Holy Grail Wars throughout the ages.

"Perhaps we should give the Tohsaka family more help, as long as it ends sooner."

Kotomine Risei even sacrificed his son to help Tokiomi Tohsaka, all in order to successfully end this once-in-60-years disaster.

The goal was to prevent the Holy Grail from being tainted by magicians with wicked and twisted desires, thus avoiding a grave mistake. However, things seem to have progressed to a point that is truly regrettable.

After becoming a lone fighter and witnessing everything, a crazy idea, beyond his ability to think and understand, surfaced in Lieutenant Yogi's mind.

What a joke! Just two days ago, Kobayashi enthusiastically handed him an invitation to be his witness at his wedding. He's clearly a junior, yet he's stepping into the hall of marriage before his senior.

Thinking of his face, overflowing with happiness at that time.

Ah... Kobayashi... and then he was eaten. Am I next? After that, it'll be my older brother, my parents? And then all of humanity?