Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

No—when Kirei Kotomine saw the object clearly, his pupils contracted, and without hesitation, he stomped his foot, enduring the tearing sensation from the reaction force, and began to retreat rapidly while quickly curling up his body to reduce the area of ​​impact.

His previous description of the object was incorrect. To be precise, it was a grenade made from a magician's heart. It was a product of magical processing of the heart of a murdered magician in necromancy. It was a "necromancy grenade" containing the magician's fingernails and teeth. The human tissue that flew out when it exploded contained the magic power of resentment. When it was shot into the opponent's body, it could have an effect similar to a cursed bullet.

The ring that Kiritsugu Emiya pulled out was made of muscle fibers!

"boom!"

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The impact of the explosion reverberated in the narrow passageway. Kiritsugu Emiya, who had anticipated this, retreated, while Kirei Kotomine, who was caught off guard, could only channel all his magical energy into his robes to strengthen his defenses against magic.

Amidst the crackling sounds, fingernails and teeth scattered in all directions shattered window frames, destroyed walls, and damaged doors. Even the magically enhanced robes could not withstand the strain and were rendered useless by the tearing sounds.

After the bombardment of the Heart Grenade ended, what was exposed to Kirei Kotomine was a wounded and bloodied Church Agent. Even so, Kirei Kotomine remained standing, seemingly still having the strength to fight.

Monster—there's no other word to describe it. Having endured so many blows without losing its fighting ability, this guy might even be able to fight the Dead Apostles single-handedly. What kind of deep-seated obsession could forge a living, breathing body into such a terrifying weapon?

Even so, the distance has widened, and with no way to defend against bullets, I am the only one who will win.

With a faint thought swirling in his mind, Kiritsugu Emiya pointed his gun at Kirei Kotomine and mercilessly pulled the trigger.

The water had already reached my chest.

The waterfall cascading from the skylight seemed endless, and the dark room, like a sealed bottle, would imprison Weber forever, until his death.

Meanwhile, Webber's fingers had already touched the sole of his shoe.

If it were me in the past, I would have been defeated by panic by now, right?

A thought flashed through his mind, and before the water could seal his mouth and nose, Weber whispered:

(Release).

As an experienced agent, Kirei Kotomine did indeed take away all the magical artifacts he possessed, but he did not anticipate that some despicable things could only be done by someone with such low magical talent as him.

For example, using modern creations as the carriers of magical costumes.

If the teacher saw this behavior, which is akin to burying flowers in cow dung, they would surely be furious. But it was precisely because of this that I gained a sliver of hope—

As the simple spell was dispelled, a dagger with golden patterns appeared in Waver's hand.

Perhaps even Shuoyue himself didn't know that during the first half of the King's Banquet, the man impersonating Shuoyue handed him this dagger.

Extracted from her Noble Phantasm, this cursed blade that prevents wounds from healing is now the key item for a special attack against 'Serpent's Chains'.

He twisted his wrist, awkwardly cutting the chains binding his body. Even though his movements were clumsy, the bright yellow stripes on the 'snake's' cold skin lit up as he touched it. With a sharp hiss, the 'snake chains' were severed in two, completely losing any chance of restoration.

Having removed the restraints from his ankles in the same manner, Weber dared not linger. In the ever-rising pool, he floundered to the door like a drowning dog, trying to open it, only to find to his despair that the door was locked.

The strength he regained after being freed from the 'Snake Chains' dissipated at an extremely rapid pace; if this continued, he would still not escape the fate of drowning.

How to do?

what should I do?

Help me!

Just as Weber was about to give up thinking and accept his fate of death, the door that symbolized hope suddenly shattered!

Pushed out of the room by the surging water, the frail Weber lay on the floor, coughing loudly.

"Ugh, cough cough! Whoever it is, thank you... cough cough... thank you."

"No need to thank me, it was just my master's order."

An unfamiliar voice, a cold reply.

When Weber looked up and saw his savior's face clearly, he couldn't help but gasp in surprise:

"You are!"

Chapter 175 Kirei Kotomine, Died at the Hand of a Hundred Faces

Standing before Webber at this moment was an assassin with purple hair and black clothes, who seemed to melt into the darkness.

But aren't they dead?

If he wasn't dead... then why has he only reappeared before us now?

Suddenly a possibility occurred to him, and Weber couldn't help but shiver, hugging his soaked shoulders tightly.

Or perhaps, the current Master has made the most of this role, until he was exposed while hiding in the shadows to save me.

Before that, how much intelligence did they obtain from our unsuspecting state? How many weaknesses did they discover?

Just thinking about it sends chills down my spine!

The prolonged immersion in water made Weber feel cold all over, and excessive thinking and worry made his face turn blue, making him look worse than dead.

So, who is the current Master?

Why did he save me?

Weber was completely baffled, but in any case, the fact that he had been rescued was right in front of him, and before he knew it, the scene before him had vanished.

Staring intently at the spot where the shadowy figure had disappeared, Weber murmured to himself:

Is this the end?

Only when they feel they have victory in their grasp will all sorts of shady characters who have been lurking in the shadows reveal themselves.

With a sense of foreboding, Weber shivered and cautiously walked out of the church.

He escaped.

Looking at the pools of blood on the ground, Kiritsugu Emiya indifferently wiped the blood that had flowed down his chin, flicked the gun upwards, closed the chamber, and once again became a monstrous weapon.

Even now, he remains highly focused and dares not slacken his vigilance in the slightest.

In this contest, he seemed to have the upper hand, severely injuring Qili, while he himself only suffered a facial abrasion from the strong wind. The injuries inflicted on him by the proxy were even less severe than the backlash from the time control.

But that's not actually the case. Kirei Kotomine can withstand countless shots until he loses his ability to fight.

But Kiritsugu Emiya couldn't even withstand a single punch from Kirei Kotomine.

"Click." The twin pistols made a pleasant, clear sound as Kiritsugu Emiya cautiously moved slowly toward the corner.

After the Heart Grenade proved incredibly effective, the scales of victory had tipped in his favor. The battle-hardened Agent clearly realized this and decisively abandoned his attempt to launch a preemptive attack, instead turning his back and beginning his retreat.

They were not fans of chivalry, nor did they possess the Bushido spirit revered by the Japanese. Therefore, Kirei Kotomine felt no psychological pressure when using the reversal stance, and Kiritsugu Emiya was equally unsurprised, decisively pulling the trigger.

Before the flashes of gunfire, the agent, dressed in tattered robes, fell like a bird with broken wings around the corner of the corridor and disappeared without a trace. Then came a loud "bang," as if something had been smashed open.

Was it a hidden mechanism in the church? Or did Kirei Kotomine pull out his trump card to turn the tide of the battle?

Several guesses flashed through his mind, but due to insufficient information, he couldn't confirm them. Kiritsugu Emiya silently adjusted his breathing, loaded his weapon, and approached the corner with utmost caution. He suddenly rolled closer, his 'Time Control' poised to strike.

However, to Kiritsugu Emiya's surprise, there was no trap at the near 90-degree corner, the perfect spot to ambush enemies. Even Kirei Kotomine himself had vanished. Only the hole smashed in the wall, letting in the wind, seemed to sadly explain the cause of that loud bang.

Kirei Kotomine fled; he fled in a simple and unpretentious way.

Sometimes, this behavior can actually better deceive a suspicious killer.

Looking out of the cave entrance, there was a dense thicket of bushes. Kiritsugu Emiya bent down to pick up the fragments of his robe, then turned and left without looking back.

Don't pursue a cornered enemy, especially since Kirei Kotomine has the advantage of terrain; the roles of hunter and prey could be reversed at any moment.

He never intended to fight Kirei Kotomine to the death. Perhaps Kirei Kotomine regarded him as his nemesis, but his real enemy was never this priest, but Sakugetsu, who had kidnapped Iri and Maiya.

The remaining task was to rescue the Master.

With that thought, Kiritsugu Emiya, dragging his weary body, began to wander through the dilapidated church again, where he encountered his young Master, who was walking with his legs crossed against the wall.

"Webber Velvet."

"Ah! You're the group's... the killer who murdered Mr. Kenneth!"

"Think what you want, but at least this time, I'm here to save you at your request. If you don't want to die, then follow me."

survived.

Kirei Kotomine lay disheveled in the tunnel, his body covered in bullet wounds. His left arm, abdomen, and right thigh were particularly badly injured. The bullets, loaded with necromancy magic, were not only damaging his body but also eroding his strength and soul.

His robes were tattered, some even embedded in his flesh from the impact of bullets. When they were mercilessly ripped out by his fingers, the blood from the exposed flesh made Qi Li groan, but his brows remained indifferent.

He had experienced this kind of pain countless times when he was training his muscles and bones.

His pain stemmed from within, from the bitter fruit of failure he had tasted.

His arm's Command Seals were completely depleted, yet he still couldn't inflict any damage on the cunning hunter.

—But it doesn't matter. The information that Kiritsugu Emiya revealed during this battle is enough for Kirei Kotomine to see the possibility of victory.

Once he returns to his side and recovers from his injuries, Kirei Kotomine is confident that he will be able to win the next battle.

"Da da da."

Undisguised footsteps echoed from afar, reverberating through the cramped, tomb-like tunnel.

Someone is walking in the tunnel.

But that's impossible!

Kirei Kotomine was certain that his hearing had been damaged in the battle, and that at this moment, someone else besides him had entered this hidden tunnel.

Is it Emiya Kiritsugu?

No, impossible. Judging from his personality, the ever-cautious man would never dare to chase after him alone.

So, besides his father and him, who else would know about this secretly constructed escape tunnel?

Finally, the flickering torches illuminated the visitor's face.

Purple hair, black clothes, an assassin who seems to blend into the shadows.

Staring intently at this incredibly familiar figure, Kirei Kotomine closed his eyes and let out a sigh of resignation at being toyed with by fate.

That was the Servant he had once summoned and then abandoned, and now she has returned from the shadows to toll the final bell for her former Master.

The field of vision was pitch black, yet the image of a white-haired, golden-eyed youth became increasingly clear.

It began with a hundred faces, died with a hundred faces, but ended with the new moon.

"This is really... not a pleasant thing at all."