Nuclear Sword Immortal Starting from Type-Moon

Only one day has passed. How did Gilles de Rais manage to acquire enough magic power in such a short time?

"Is it because of the book he has, or is he cooperating with a Master?"

"It's also possible that both are true."

Shirou frowned slightly, silently considering the possibilities.

With the advantage of foresight, these things are not hard to guess at all.

After all, there are very few Masters who can cooperate with Gilles de Rais.

The thought flashed through his mind, and Shirou raised his eyes to glance at Kirei Kotomine.

"...?"

When that gaze locked onto him, Kirei Kotomine's heart skipped a beat.

I hope I haven't been discovered yet...

He never showed his face, and all the intelligence was gathered by the Assassin.

The clues could be said to have never existed in the first place.

His identity as a Master was never revealed during this Holy Grail War.

Under such circumstances, no one should suspect him.

Just as Kirei Kotomine was sweating profusely from a single glance, Iskandar had already gotten up with Waver.

"Master, let's go take a look!"

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Weber's expression became somewhat tense.

"Is the Holy Grail War about to begin so soon!?"

"Fool! War is not child's play. How can the enemy wait for you to be ready before attacking!"

Iskandar tapped Webber on the head, causing the latter to groan in pain.

After Iskandar and Waver left, Gilgamesh also stood up.

"Hmm, let's go see which bastard dares to run wild on my land."

After paying the bill, Kirei Kotomine, who was standing nearby, also left the restaurant, following in the footsteps of this king.

Now, only Shirou was left in the shop.

"Little brother, do you want more?"

The female shop manager bent down slightly and asked Shirou with a concerned smile.

"No, it's not necessary..."

Shirou, who seemed a little uncomfortable with this form of address, shook his head and then left the restaurant.

Thick clouds obscured the moonlight, making the whole city feel oppressive and gloomy.

By this time, the streets were already lit up with dazzling neon lights.

On any other day, even at this time, there would be many customers strolling around here.

However, a series of recent news reports have made the public aware of the unrest in the city at night.

Therefore, at this time of year, the streets are sparsely populated and deserted.

This conveniently facilitated Shirou's actions.

"Let's find a suitable place to observe first."

Shirou's gaze fell upon the top of an abandoned building not far away.

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Azure magic, like surging lightning, began to flicker and dart around Shirou's feet.

The release of magic caused a whirlwind to rise around Shirou's body.

The neat stone pavement beneath Shirou's feet was also affected and cracked.

Bang!

The shattered rocks and smoke billowed up.

Shirou's figure moved through the streets and alleys at a speed that was impossible for ordinary people to perceive.

The wind is howling.

Because of the speed, Shirou could hear nothing but the howling wind.

Scattered pedestrians, upon witnessing this scene, cast surprised glances at it.

"Wait, what was that just now!?"

"I...I don't know, I can't see anything at all!!"

"Could it be a ghost?!"

"How terrifying...!"

"Let's hurry home!!"

To the average person, all they could see was a rapidly flashing, eerie blue lightning bolt.

Chapter Sixty-One: The Magician's Last Madness

The moon was obscured by dark clouds.

It was like a pitch-black curtain that enveloped the city.

The area near the port is called Miwon River.

At this very moment, Gilles de Rais is standing here.

The cold night wind howled, blowing his wide robes, making them flutter.

"Ahhh~ the timing is perfect~!"

He laughed excitedly, opened his arms, and faced the sea.

The Miwon River was formed after the seawater flowed into it.

At this moment, a gray fog is spreading, blurring even the light.

Caster Gilles de Rais turned his gaze to the yellowed book in his hand.

€€€"Luoyan City Textbook".

His only Noble Phantasm.

The book's cover features a long-haired woman with her eyes covered, obscuring her true appearance, her face contorted in agony.

That alone is enough to send chills down anyone's spine at the sight of the book's contents.

But Gilles de Rey ignored him.

In order to resurrect the saintess, he had already abandoned his human emotions.

In his lifetime, he indiscriminately slaughtered innocent children in his search for a way to achieve his goal.

Therefore, his eyes turned black, and his soul became tainted.

Despite accumulating numerous evil deeds, he never regretted them.

The wide grin on Gilles de Rais's face was beyond human comprehension.

His fingers, as thin as withered branches, turned the pages of the book.

"Use this destructive spell to kill everyone and obtain the Holy Grail!"

In fact, Gilles de Rais was not a magician in the true sense of the word.

He was able to assume the Caster class entirely because of the book he possessed.

Gilles de Rais, as the Marshal of France, should actually have the class affinity of Saber (Saber), not Caster (Castrator).

He has never been exposed to any magic since birth, let alone mastered any magic himself.

After Joan of Arc's death, Gilles de Rais had only one thing on his mind.

That is to resurrect Joan of Arc!

He believed that Joan of Arc's faith had abandoned her, so he pinned his hopes on blasphemous black magic in an attempt to bring Joan of Arc back to the world.

However, Gilles de Rais did not have the talent to become a magician.

Thus, this "Snail City Text" became the source of Gilles de Rai's black magic.

This magic book also functions as a magic core.

Come on! Come on!

The once calm, dark water surface was now bubbling as if it were boiling.

Gilles de Rae's voice grew increasingly louder.