Zongman, the journey begins from the wrong place

However, this was not the reason why Kotomine Rizheng was able to block bullets. The problem was obviously on his right arm covered with crimson lines.

Those are Command Spells.

Kotomine Ri was treating the Command Seals as a pure source of magical power to activate enhanced magic, so when the Origin Bullet arrived, the Command Seals, which were the source of magical power, had already disappeared, and it was impossible to trace its magical circuit.

Emiya Kiritsugu looked at Kotomine Risho's expression and guessed that he still didn't know that he had broken his trump card, and he couldn't help feeling bitter in his heart.

Seeing the distress that flashed across Emiya Kiritsugu's eyes, Kotomine Rissho's lips curled up slightly into a smile.

"Use the Command Seal, Acher..."

When he heard Emiya Kiritsugu start to summon servants, Kotomine Risei did not panic, but instead punched out!

Boy, the gun is fast at ten steps away, but within ten steps——

Ok?

What is this kid laughing at?

When Kotomine Risei saw Emiya Kiritsugu stop chanting and a smile flashed across his face, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

But it was too late.

Hisau Maiya, who had been waiting in the bushes in the distance for a long time, pulled the trigger and the bullet shot towards Kotomine Risei's back.

To see whether a person’s martial arts skills are just fancy moves, first see whether he particularly likes jumping in the air.

Those who like to jump around are definitely not masters, because although lifting legs and jumping are powerful and cool, it means that the person's movements in mid-air are fixed and there is no way to avoid attacks.

This principle was engraved in Kotomine Risho's mind when he first started learning martial arts, but he had never experienced it as deeply as he did at this moment.

If he is not in an attacking state, he can easily avoid the attack from behind.

But at this moment, the muscles in his body that were tense and exerting force in one direction could no longer be twisted, so Kotomine Risei could only feel the bullet piercing his back. He fixed Emiya Kiritsugu with his eyes that were rapidly fading into darkness, and swung his fist—

"boom!"

The heavy punch hit Emiya Kiritsugu, causing him to fly backwards like a rag bag, with blood spurting out of his mouth.

"Cough cough cough-"

Emiya Kiritsugu's vision fell into complete darkness for a moment, and when he barely regained his sight, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his abdomen.

After casting healing magic on his body, Emiya Kiritsugu was able to stand up with difficulty. He looked at the corpse on the ground and sighed slowly.

How do I get the Command Seal?

While Emiya Kiritsugu was thinking, his whole body suddenly tensed up and he looked towards the bushes dozens of meters away.

Amidst the trees swaying in the cold wind, Emiya Kiritsugu spotted a slender figure in a monk's robe...

Even though he couldn't see the other person's expression, waves of murderous intent spread out in the darkness, cold and piercing, almost ready to explode.

But suddenly, an explosion occurred on the street not far away, and the huge flames and shock waves almost illuminated the entire Fuyuki City.

Only two or three hundred meters away, the ground beneath their feet began to shake violently like the surface of a drum. Both Emiya Kiritsugu and Kotomine Kirei were swaying from side to side, unable to stand steadily.

We can’t fight again—

Realizing this, Emiya Kiritsugu endured the severe pain and quickly evacuated.

By the time Kotomine Kirei arrived, Emiya Kiritsugu's figure had already disappeared in the distance.

Emiya Kiritsugu is far inferior to Kotomine Kirei in terms of physical strength and speed, but he does have a chance if he wants to chase him.

But he did not choose to move forward, but stood quietly in front of his father's body, breathing the hot wind with the smell of gunpowder.

By the time he discovered the Command Seals left to him by his father, the fiery wind had already subsided, and Kotomine Kirei felt a faint coolness on his face.

Tears shed.

It is normal to feel sad and shed tears when you see your beloved father fall in front of you.

But at this moment, Kotomine Kirei felt another strong emotion that made him even more confused and frightened.

Joy and disappointment.

This emotion flowed out from the memory sealed by Kotomine Kirei, which was the scene of another woman dying in front of him.

When the terminally ill woman who loved him deeply committed suicide, Kotomine Kirei felt the first stirrings of emotion in his heart.

Couldn't he have died more miserably?

Can't you just do it yourself?

Because it was too late then, Kotomine Kirei had been praying deep in his heart for the past three years—

That is to impose the behavior that he failed to complete on his father, who loves him as much as that woman but also does not understand him at all.

Why didn't you kill your father yourself?

No, how could I think that.

Anxiety and pain that seemed to make his blood boil eroded Kotomine Kirei's body and mind.

But in fact, he had realized very early on that Kotomine Kirei could only draw happiness from the pain and misfortune of others.

"The soul follows pleasure as a beast follows the scent of blood—"

Those ruby-like eyes lingered in his heart, causing Kotomine Kirei to shudder.

Pleasurable?

At this moment, Kotomine Kirei finally fully understood the essence of his soul.

Not enough, far from enough.

Just seeing the way my father died is not enough.

I want to create that kind of beauty with my own hands, even if it takes my whole life and I have to chase it to the ends of the earth—

Kotomine Kirei suddenly thought of his mentor, Tōsaka Tokiomi, and the oldest heroic king who had enlightened him, Gilgamesh.

Ah, what was I thinking?

Why go to the ends of the earth?

The answer is right beside me.

A pleased smile suddenly appeared on his face, appearing particularly dim and hazy under the red flash of the Command Seal.

Ah, double the joy, double the pleasure!

When he thought of such a wonderful scene, Kotomine Kirei couldn't help but hum softly.

103 Nuclear Fuyuki City

The scarlet magic spear shone brightly in the air, and Scathach literally transformed into a beam of light, using her slender hands to launch an indestructible thrust.

Facing the torrential rain of spear thrusts, Altria erupted from her body in a fiery and violent storm of magic, gaining a split second of acceleration.

With a heavy step, when a huge pit appeared, Artoria disappeared from the spot.

Instead of retreating, she advanced, protecting only some vital points with an invisible sword, and charged towards Scathach in an almost reckless manner.

Accompanied by countless sparks and flying debris, the rain of piercing spears left countless sharp scars on Artoria's skirt and armor.

But before the blood rain landed, Artoria had already approached Scathach after leaving dozens of deep pits.

She stared at the spearman in front of her with her blood-stained eyes and swung the holy sword in her hand.

The red dragon's heart contracted and pumped violently, causing powerful magic to flow through Artoria's body along with the blood, causing her to burst out with terrifying explosive power.

Even though she couldn't see the invisible sword, Scathach instantly felt more than seven or eight sharp shock waves that cut through the atmosphere approaching.

Those were heavy slashes that Artoria unleashed in an instant, almost overlapping each other.

This is the superb swordsmanship she developed on the battlefield, which has surpassed the level of human ability.

After encountering Noah, a freak who is good at defeating the strong with the weak, he finally found a battlefield for him to shine amazingly under the tactical cover of Artoria.

Faced with the storm of slashing attacks, Scathach did not retreat or choose to defend.

There was a hint of fanaticism in her gem-like red eyes, a beast-like smile appeared on her delicate yet intellectual face, and her slender hands clenched two guns as she rushed forward!

The next moment, the golden holy sword and the scarlet devil's spear collided violently, emitting a roar and roar that tore through the atmosphere!

In a collision at a speed invisible to the naked eye, the King of Knights who roamed the battlefield and the Queen of Demon Realm who killed gods began a life-and-death battle.

The holy sword, wrapped in magical energy, swung out a slash that shattered the air.

The magic spear with glittering runes traced a trajectory that pierced through the void.

In every breath, the sword and the spear would intersect more than ten times, exchanging offensive and defensive postures several times.

The atmosphere let out a shrill wail, and a fierce storm spread out between the two men. Every collision generated a huge force that shattered the stone floor beneath their feet.

However, in the seemingly evenly matched battle, the strongest class, sbaer, finally showed its power.

Relying on the close proximity between them, the enormous strength of the A-class combined with the massive output of the Red Dragon's Heart, each of Altria's swords had the power to cut through a river.

In order to cope with the force transmitted during the head-on collision, Scathach's arms became numb, her movements were slightly deformed, and the momentum of the magic spear was not as smooth and free as before, and she was forced to retreat step by step.

With one step, Artoria seized the opportunity when the opponent had not yet regained strength, rushed out with the wind, and slashed at Scathach's chest.

If she was in a roaming state, Scathach could easily avoid this slash.

But at this moment, the magic power and momentum of both sides were tightly intertwined, like firmly engaged gears.

After waking up, Scathach judged that even if she evacuated at this moment, she would not be able to escape unscathed.

Rather than running away like a defeated dog after being hit by a sword, it is better to die together!

With a sharp look in her eyes, Scathach shot one spear at the Sword of Promised Victory and another at Artoria's throat.

The magic spear collided with the holy sword wrapped in the magic power of wind. Although it was repelled in an instant, it still slightly deflected the holy sword.

When Artoria sensed the target of the opponent's other magic spear, she had to turn slightly to avoid it.

Finally, in a flash, Artoria's holy sword cut a bloody wound on Scathach's shoulder.

The magic spear directly pierced through the breastplate on Altria's abdomen, penetrated several centimeters and then pulled out!

In the end, they passed each other and only stood firm again after being separated by more than ten meters.

Why is it my waist again?!

Touching the burning and stinging wound on her abdomen, Artoria couldn't help but grit her teeth.

Compared to her, Scathach just touched the wound on her shoulder and looked at the blood on her hands. Her expression was calm and her movements were so relaxed as if she was not injured at all.

"As expected of the Knight King, but after just one night, have you found a way to deal with that brat?"

Compared to Artoria, who was covered with seven or eight wounds and bleeding, Scathach only had two or three wounds on her body, and seemed to have the advantage.

However, both sides knew that when there was a considerable gap in the strength of their masters, this level of blood fight would be more disadvantageous to Scathach.

As if to verify the speculations of both parties, Kenneth's healing magic was transmitted quickly along the link, quickly healing the scars on Altria's body.

However, Scathach's healing magic came later, and her recovery time was more than ten seconds longer than that of Altria.

Logically speaking, Artoria should have chased Scathach relentlessly and not given her time to recover.

But she chose to raise the holy sword in her hand and watch Scathach recover completely.

In the battle just now, Artoria could be said to have chosen to completely give up thinking and drive her sword solely by intuition.

With Saber's excellent parameters and the abundant magic power provided by Kenneth, she fought head-on with Scathach, exchanging injuries and blood for blood.

This is the strategy against Noah that Altria had thought of overnight.

When facing an enemy who has overwhelmed you with such skills, you must never think of winning without taking any damage, as that will only maximize the opponent's technical advantage.

Even if she could only leave one of her three wounds on the opponent, it would be considered a victory in Artoria's eyes.

Because the Holy Grail War is about the strengths and weaknesses of the Servant and Master combination, not just the victory of one side.

Artoria believed that once the servants engaged in a high-intensity battle and high-intensity magic power extraction, Kayneth would be able to hold on to the end.

If there hadn't been so many servants watching over a rookie Master like Noah, she would have killed him by exchanging blood yesterday.

Don't blame her for being mean. Who made Noah draw a rookie Master?

This is a judgment made by King Arthur Altria, not the swordsman Altria.