Nuclear Sword Immortal Starting from Type-Moon

The torrential rain fell like a waterfall.

A tornado that seemed poised to destroy the city.

Da da da……

The rain pattered incessantly against the windowpane, making a crisp sound.

Sensing the turbulent atmosphere outside the window, Tokiomi Tohsaka's expression changed slightly, and he involuntarily put down the documents in his hand.

"What's happening outside...?"

Any magician could sense the immense, oppressive magical power brewing within the storm.

"That direction is... Weiyuanchuan?"

……

"...What should we do, Rider!"

As the sea monster approached the shore, easily crushing streetlights and shipping containers into pieces, Webber shouted anxiously:

"If this continues, the entire city will be destroyed by that monster! Stop it, Rider!"

Hearing Waver's urging, Iskandar turned his gaze to the Master beside him, who was short in stature to him.

"We probably don't even know who summoned this monster, and the other Servants are probably just watching from the sidelines."

"Are you sure you want me to use my Noble Phantasm to deal with that monster right here, in front of everyone?"

Weber gasped upon hearing this.

"That kind of thing..."

Weber actually understood that Iskandar made a good point.

However, if he really lets it go unchecked, his conscience will never forgive him.

The boy named Weber Velvet was just like that.

On matters of principle, they are always able to make the most correct choice.

"Rider, you are Alexander the Great! Are you really afraid of something like this?!"

Upon hearing Webber's slightly provocative words, Iskandar burst into laughter.

"You little rascal, you don't actually think you can fool me with words like that, do you?"

That little scheme was easily seen through by the king.

Weber's face turned bright red.

"I...I...!"

He was speechless.

At that moment, Iskandar's expression turned serious, and he looked at his Master with unusual earnestness.

"However, what you said makes a lot of sense."

"I am an emperor who has reigned supreme throughout history. How could I possibly be willing to cower like a coward for such a paltry gain!"

Having said that, Iskandar stood up.

The bright red cloak fluttered in the night wind, its vibrations echoing.

His thick right arm was raised high, thunder roared in the sky, and a bolt of lightning struck down to earth, falling into the emperor's hands.

A gleaming silver sword was held high above the head of the conqueror king.

Even with all the battles fought in the past, we could never reach the ideal world's end.

However, the memories left behind on the road to conquest are also the most precious treasure.

Even if dreams turn to dust, there is no need to stop moving forward.

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"Glory lies on the other side, and it is precisely because it is unattainable that we insist on challenging it!"

As the sword fell, the space in front of them was cleaved open.

Weber stared in disbelief at the scene before him, his worldview seemingly turned upside down.

"Realistic Marble!?"

This kind of "magic" that is closest to "magic" has long been listed as a forbidden spell by the Magic Association.

Unexpectedly, I was fortunate enough to witness it in person during this Holy Grail War.

Smoke and dust filled the air.

The cool feeling brought by the storm was swept away by the scorching wind.

The real world is being eroded and overturned!

The sun scorches the earth.

A clear, cloudless sky.

The horizon was blurred by sand and gravel, and there was nothing else to obstruct the view.

Beside Weber stood one after another heroic spirit, clad in armor and exuding a fierce fighting spirit.

Without exception, they are all heroic spirits!

There are war gods, King Maharaja, and the founders of successive dynasties.

Gathered before me are unique heroic spirits, the likes of which have only been heard of in legends.

"Haha, we meet again, everyone!"

Iskandar, the "Conqueror King," raised his sword high and laughed heartily.

"Let's set off together again!!"

And the warriors who followed this emperor also joined in with enthusiastic cheers at this moment.

"Charging into battle and killing the enemy, all I rely on is my unwavering loyalty and courage!"

"A general should be loyal and dutiful!"

"Though I am old, my arrows are still sharp!"

"With the strength of a hundred-pound bow, the arrow pierces through Pu Meng's hand!"

"We must return victorious, not defeated!"

"Destroying the enemy formation with overwhelming force, as if seeing the sunlight pierce through the clouds!"

……

Hyatt Hotel, Xindu District.

In the luxury suite on the top floor of the hotel.

Kenneth stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the night view outside.

As dusk settles, the city, illuminated by neon lights, transforms into a dreamlike spectacle.

"A down-and-out small city."

This is the assessment given by this proud nobleman.

Although this was already the most expensive luxury suite, Kenneth still felt that it was not worthy of his aristocratic status.

In his view, the room was nothing more than a place furnished with expensive furniture, which made it seem luxurious at first glance.

For Kenneth, who was born into nobility, the most unbearable thing was this kind of vulgarity.

It has no historical background or cultural heritage; it is merely a room that is barely habitable, decorated with a luxurious exterior.

"Although I summoned a Servant, it's a Berserker who can't speak normally. He's quite obedient, though. I just hope he can maintain this state until the Holy Grail War ends."

That's right, Kenneth summoned a Berserker-class Servant.

The Berserker class Servants who descend to Earth possess the greatest direct combat power of all Servants.

Moreover, this servant was not as manic as Kenneth had anticipated; instead, he was surprisingly quiet and obedient.

He would absolutely obey his orders, but the indistinct syllables he would occasionally mutter were somewhat incomprehensible.

But Kenneth didn't care at all.

For him, coming to this tiny island nation to participate in the Holy Grail War was nothing more than a sightseeing trip with his fiancée.

With his magical genius and the unparalleled power of his Berserker-class servant, he is bound to reign supreme over the Holy Grail in his strongest form.

Under the murky night sky, a storm was gathering and taking shape.

"That is……"

Kenneth's expression changed slightly.

The immense magical power that any magician could sense was brewing at the heart of that storm.

Kenneth remembered the location where the storm formed, seemingly near the city's only river.

"What was it called again...?"