Magician in Type-Moon

Angra Mainyu frowned:

"So you're saying that two Kenneth's souls appeared in this world? And that Kiritsugu Emiya's [Mysterious Blade] can only be produced in that singularity?"

“That’s right,” the mysterious man nodded and continued:

"That's the problem. Both Kiritsugu Emiya and Kenneth came from that singularity, which has been corrected by the Masters and Servants of Chaldea."

"But the world of the singularity will not immediately collapse because of the correction; it will gradually lose its influence over time."

The mysterious man paused, glanced at the composed Angra Mainyu, and then said:

"Gilde de Rais, the Berserker of Matou Pond, is also a character from a singularity. His arrival here was merely an experiment on my part..."

"Therefore, I reasonably suspect that someone did the same thing as me."

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, when did you secretly do so many things? Haven't you been pretending to be dead in this cup the whole time?"

Angra Mainyu's racing thoughts focused on something else, after all, the person he was talking to had been right under his nose the whole time.

It's like having a roommate who spends all day just like you, holed up in the dorm playing games, but then on graduation day, he suddenly tells you that he got into a graduate program.

"And why are you able to interfere with other singularities?"

The mysterious man glanced at him, and smoke billowed around Angra Mainyu, swirling above his head as if gently stroking it.

This gesture was like a form of comfort.

Then he explained the authentic way:

"Of course I couldn't have done nothing. Some prior preparations were necessary. As for the singularity where Berserker was located, it was just an attempt to see how much I could interfere with other timelines."

"If others can put their hands in, why can't I put mine out?"

“I thought you were like me, just loafing around all day waiting to die…” Angra Mainyu put on an affected performance; he had a real talent for comedy.

"Alright, back to the main topic. The next development of the corrected singularity should be under the control of the Counter Force, so it is very likely that Kiritsugu Emiya has a connection with Alaya."

"So, what should I do next? Kill him?" Angra Mainyu scratched his head, somewhat confused about how things were going.

Chapter 85 The Shadow of Heroes

"Is killing all you think about? If things were that easy, why don't I just unleash my full power on Matou Ike?"

The mysterious man seemed somewhat perplexed by Angra Mainyu's blunt and rude approach, unsure of what to say.

Angra Mainyu shrugged, giving a nonchalant smile.

"I'm just a little bored. All this complicated stuff is really uninteresting."

The mysterious man sighed, a hint of helplessness in his voice:

"That's why you can only be a henchman, while I'm the one orchestrating all of this. You need to understand that details and strategy are the keys to success or failure."

Angra Mainyu waved his hand helplessly: "Then you might as well just tell me exactly what I need to do."

The mysterious man nodded, his tone becoming more serious:

"First, you must closely monitor Kiritsugu Emiya's every move. Every action and every decision he makes could be key to our plan."

"Secondly."

He continued:

“We can use Kiritsugu Emiya to guide the development of the situation, and at the same time use him to investigate the movements of Alaya.”

“But how do we guide him?” Angra Mainyu asked, puzzled.

The mysterious man smiled slightly:

"Kiritsugu Emiya's goal is victory, and he is willing to sacrifice everything for it, but some things are not so easy to sacrifice, such as his wife Irisviel."

"So you want me to get rid of his wife? Isn't that a bit too despicable?"

This time, the black mist no longer gently stroked Angra Mainyu's head; instead, it transformed into a hammer and struck him hard, saying:

"No, Irisviel is the Lesser Grail, how could we take her down so easily?"

Angra Mainyu rubbed his head, which had been throbbing from the blow, and gave a wry smile: "So you mean..."

"Kirei Kotomine and Kiritsugu Emiya will inevitably clash sooner or later. You can give him a little stimulation, ignite their struggle ahead of time, and make him use what's stored on that dagger."

"In this way, we can figure out his background. Although I think he is most likely a member of Alaya, if we act rashly before the last step, we may be heading into an abyss."

Angra Mainyu nodded, already having a rough plan in mind: "Understood. So what should I do next?"

The mysterious figure outlined the specific direction of the plan, but the actual execution would depend on the executor's vision.

"You need to use the information from the Assassin copy to operate. Although it's just Assassin, it'll be enough in critical moments."

Angra Mainyu smiled and said, "Then give me the Assassin copy information."

The black mist surged instantly, like a giant hand, slowly enveloping Angra Mainyu. A chilling aura emanated from the mist, as if it could freeze all life.

Angra Mainyu stood shrouded in black mist, feeling a cold and powerful force gradually invading his body.

The mist swirled around him like a living thing, slowly seeping into his skin, bone marrow, and even the depths of his soul.

A sharp, stinging pain shot through his body, and his bones began to creak slightly, as if undergoing a painful reshaping process.

The muscles gradually contracted and lengthened under the influence of the mist, altering the proportions of the limbs. Angra Mainyu's figure became lean and agile, his original muscular physique gradually disappearing, replaced by a body more suited to stealth and assassination.

His facial features gradually blurred under the erosion of the fog, then reformed, forming a strange and cold face.

The cold glint in his eyes perfectly matched Assassin's temperament, as if he were the world's best assassin.

The skin had lost its color, appearing a sickly black.

His fingers became long and flexible, as if he could easily control any weapon at any time.

His clothes changed accordingly, transforming into an assassin's attire with a black cloak, disappearing into the night without a trace.

As the fog gradually dissipated, Angra Mainyu had completely transformed into the Assassin.

"Hmm, this feels pretty good. We were both summoned as Heroic Spirits, so why am I so weak?"

Upon hearing this, the mysterious man's mist began to churn, as if he were rolling his eyes.

“There probably isn’t another guy as weak as you in Valhalla.”

“Hey, hey, that’s really unpleasant to hear,” Angra Mainyu protested.

"Alright, since you want to become an actor and participate in the film, then go and gather some information."

After saying this, the black mist began to gradually dissipate, as if it had never existed, disappearing into the Great Grail.

Angra Mainyu also transformed into a spiritual state and dissipated into the air, preparing to begin his next move.

......

Let's go back to when Iskandar, the Conqueror, deployed his Inherent Barrier – the Army of the King.

After the barrier was deployed, a scorching sun suddenly appeared, burning the earth. The field of vision was vast, stretching to the horizon beyond the raging sandstorm and the cloudless sky.

"How can you unleash such a powerful forbidden spell, capable of eroding reality?"

Standing proudly within the vast barrier, Iskandar's face was filled with a proud smile as he refuted Waver's question.

"This is the land where my armies once traversed, a scene deeply imprinted in the hearts of the brave warriors who shared joys and sorrows with me."

As the world changes, even the relative positions of the people caught up in it change.

Archer, who was originally surrounded by everyone in the center, is now in the very center of this world, occupied by Rider.

It was as if even the hero king of ancient Babylon and the world-renowned knight king were overshadowed by the brilliance of the conqueror king in this world.

The scene has now become Rider facing off alone against hordes of Heroic Spirit Masters.

"You bastard, you actually dare to try to seize the center of my world." Archer, trapped in his own bounded field, showed little concern and instead continued to mock Iskandar with an imposing aura.

This was followed by the words of the Knight King Artoria:

"Rider, by making this positional change, are you trying to take on all of us by yourself?"

—Wait, is Rider really all alone right now?

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the mirage-like shadows appearing around Rider.

There wasn't just one shadow; two, four... the hazy horse-riding figures multiplied exponentially as they formed ranks. Gradually, those figures gained color and a sense of three-dimensionality.

"The reason why this world and this landscape can take concrete form is because it is the mental image of all of us."

As everyone looked on in astonishment, the cavalrymen materialized one by one beside Iskandar.

Although their races and equipment are different, they are all strong and sturdy, and the shiny armor they wear makes them look extraordinary and heroic, as if they are competing with each other, gorgeous and powerful.

Chapter 86: The King's Army

Only Weber and Matouchi were able to truly understand the true nature of these extraordinary phenomena.

“These people… they are all Servants…”

Only Masters who have completed a formal contract possess the ability of X-ray vision, which allows them to see through and judge the Servant's spirit.

Waver and Matou Ike were the only two people present who possessed this ability, so only they knew the true nature of the trump card in the hands of the Heroic Spirit Iskandar, this amazing final Noble Phantasm.

"Look, this is my unparalleled army!"

The conqueror raised his arms and proudly boasted about the large cavalry force.

"These are legendary heroes whose bodies have died, but whose souls have been summoned by the world as 'heroic spirits' and still serve me loyally."

They are my eternal comrades-in-arms, who have come across time and space in response to my call.

"The bond I share with them is my greatest treasure! My royal way! This is the most prized treasure of Iskandar—the King's Army!!"

An EX-rank Anti-Army Noble Phantasm can continuously summon numerous independent Servant Spirits.

There are war gods, great kings, and the founding monarchs of later dynasties.

As many heroes have gathered here, so many legends have been created, and each one is a sublime and noble spirit.

In addition to their own fame, all of them are proud of their common origins - they are all brave men who once fought on the battlefield with Alexander the Great.

The only unridden horse came up to Rider. It was an exceptionally strong and brave horse, worthy of being called a behemoth.