Type-Moon: Shinji Matou Also Wants to Be the Protagonist

Moreover, even more figures surged in from all directions.

Spears and swords rained down from all directions, each strike carrying the power of the followers.

The heavy airflow it generated pulverized swarms of Mark Insects into countless fragments.

Interspersed among this was the fire magic unleashed by the accompanying magicians, which burned large swathes of Crest Worms to ashes.

Iskandar sat atop the sand dune, observing the unfolding battle with great interest.

“Not bad resilience.” He stroked his chin. “But with this level of mutation alone, it won’t last long against my army.”

As the Conqueror King said, although Zouken Matou struggled fiercely, he could not escape the fate of being devoured.

Every heroic spirit in the King's Army is a warrior who has left his mark on history; their teamwork is seamless and deadly.

And each of them showed no fear of death.

Because after they die on the front lines, they will be summoned back to the rear by the King's army.

As long as there is enough magic, the enemy will face a terrifying, unyielding torrent.

What was even more fatal to Zouken Matou was the desert itself.

His prized insect magic faced unprecedented suppression in this mental landscape.

The body fluids of the marking insects evaporated in the foehn wind, and their shells became brittle under the high temperature.

Even the most basic nerve conduction becomes slow and sluggish.

"Damn it... damn it!"

For the first time, the old monster uttered a truly meaningful curse.

He tried to disperse his consciousness among more individuals, only to find that every corner of this desert was filled with the soldiers' murderous intent.

No matter which way he turned, he was met with the chilling sharpness of enemy weapons.

A heavily armored Macedonian phalanx soldier crushed his newly formed swarm of insectoids with a shield wall.

Following closely behind were the enchanted arrows fired by Persian archers, pinning the fleeing individuals to the scorching sand.

The incantations chanted by Egyptian priests summoned scorching sandstorms, forcing swarms of insects attempting to burrow underground back to the surface.

"Since you've devoted all your energy to immortality, how long has it been since you updated your combat methods?"

Shinji's voice came from above. Zouken Matou barely managed to conjure a human-shaped body and looked up.

His grandson was standing beside Iskandar, head bowed, watching him as if he were watching a gladiatorial spectacle.

The condescending gaze made Zouken Matou experience the taste of humiliation for the first time in a long time.

He wanted to respond to Shinji's sarcasm, but the soldiers around him wouldn't give him a chance to breathe.

An enchanted arrow pierced through his barely formed humanoid form, and the ensuing explosion completely destroyed the entire area of ​​Marked Insects.

"Your Majesty, can the Divine Wheel still be used?"

Seeing Zouken Matou struggling in his death throes, Shinji suddenly spoke up and asked Iskandar beside him.

Upon hearing Shinji's words, Iskandar knew what Shinji was planning to do. He gave Shinji a strange look, then cast a pitying glance at Zouken Matou below.

"Thanks to your [Snail Annihilation City Text], I still have plenty of magic power, no problem at all."

"Then please take Professor Weber to heaven, lest the old man become desperate and do something rash."

As expected, Shinji made a cautious suggestion to Iskandar.

Besides attrition warfare, the most direct way to break a Reality Barrier is to kill its owner.

The master of the King's Army is Iskandar, who is a follower.

If it were Machiri Zorgen in his prime, there might be a sliver of a chance.

But now, with most of his magical power devoted to maintaining his life, Zouken Matou has absolutely no hope.

His only hope was to kill Iskandar's Master.

Shinji's suggestion completely extinguished Zouken Matou's last hope.

"how about you?"

Weber asked with a worried look.

He understood Shinji's decision, but Shinji didn't seem to intend to include himself in it.

"I need to finish the job; I can't afford to run too far."

"Don't worry, this old man is no threat to me."

Chapter 47: The Battle of Familiars

With a thunderous roar, the Divine Wheel carried Iskandar and Waver straight into the sky.

Upon noticing the commotion, Zouken Matou's movements faltered, and he paid the price with a swarm of Inscription Insects.

But the rudeness on the battlefield paled in comparison to the fury in Zouken Matou's heart.

Shinji's suspicions about Zouken Matou were correct; he was indeed planning an attack on Waver.

But the unexpected situation completely shattered Zouken Matou's hopes.

As for flying into the sky to attack Weber...

Stop joking around. Let's not even talk about whether we can catch up or not.

Even if they catch up, the lightning from Kamui Wheels would be enough to pulverize Zouken Matou.

And the cause of this situation was none other than his great-grandson.

Zouken Matou's resentful gaze shot towards the sand dune, meeting Shinji's eyes.

Shinji was taken aback for a moment, then gave him a smug smile.

This enraged Zouken Matou, who unwittingly revealed several more flaws, paying the price with several more groups of engraving insects.

"Berserker, kill him!"

Zouken Matou finally revealed his true colors.

Matou Kariya, lying on the sand dune, suddenly convulsed violently, and the voice of Matou Zouken suddenly came from inside her body.

Matou Tsuruno, who was standing to the side, turned pale with fright and instinctively turned and ran away.

A dark figure appeared beside Matou Kariya; it was Berserker.

In a mere instant, Zouken Matou seized control of the Berserker using the Crest Worms within Kariya Matou's body.

This effortless maneuver reminds one that the Command Seals system of the Holy Grail War was designed by the old man who was currently struggling on his deathbed.

A massive amount of magic, accompanied by a frenzied roar, erupted from Berserker and spread outwards.

Then, a pair of scarlet eyes locked onto Shinji at the back of the crowd.

The surrounding soldiers couldn't even catch a glimpse of him before he was decapitated in a long flash of light.

The black-clad knight was like a high-speed train, mercilessly crushing everything in his way.

"Stop him!"

Iskandar's voice boomed like thunder across the desert.

Even the heroic spirits of the King's Army could not completely stop the berserker after he went berserk.

The dark figure tore a bloody path through the army formation, each step accompanied by the collapse of several heroic spirits.

The weapon Berserker had stolen was no longer recognizable as it was; it had been corrupted by dark magic into a more grotesque weapon, and the gale-force winds it generated could cut sand into fine dust.

Shinji stood atop the sand dune, facing the oncoming black storm, his pupils slightly contracting.

"Shinji!"

Weber's exclamation came from high above, and the Divine Wheel came to an abrupt stop in mid-air.

Iskandar wanted to swoop down, but Berserker was already too close to Shinji.

The thunderous strike of the Divine Wheel will inevitably engulf both of them.

"Don't get down!"

Shinji shouted, but his voice was broken by the strong wind.

Zouken Matou's maniacal laughter echoed from every corner of the insect swarm, a sound mingled with the hissing of the insects:

"How is it? My dear grandson, are you satisfied with this gift?"

However, there wasn't much joy in his voice.

As Shinji said before, Zouken Matou has already paid too much for the art of immortality.

At first, it was fine; you only needed to replace your body once every few decades.

However, as time went by, Zouken Matou reached the point where he needed to change his body every few days.

Even his own magic power is mostly used to maintain his own existence.

He was forced to take over the Berserker, whose magic power was greatly depleted, within the Realm of Magic.

Every swing of Berserker's sword consumes Zouken Matou's precious life.

How could Zouken Matou possibly be happy when his life force is no longer replenished?

Even so, as long as Shinji can be killed here, there is still a chance for things to turn around.

Even if Shinji's master-servant contract with Rider cannot be ended, his flesh and blood can still be converted into a considerable amount of magic power.

Berserker's charge unleashed a sandstorm that reached Shinji. The longsword, twisted and deformed by magic, was raised high above his head, the black mist swirling around it writhing like a living thing.

If this attack lands, not only will human flesh and blood be split in two, but even solid steel will be cleaved in two.

Shinji, however, stood still and did not move.

"Pfft~"

The sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh is not noticeable on the chaotic battlefield.

But for those who were paying close attention to the battle here, it was like a thunderbolt in broad daylight.

"Did you think I'd be standing here unprepared, Grandpa?"

Shinji's voice was soft, yet it strangely pierced through the Berserker's roar and the howling of the sandstorm.

That is—

For the first time, the old monster's voice trembled.

Berserker's blade missed Shinji; someone had taken the fatal blow for him.

It was a pure white figure, tall and slender, with white hair and red eyes, and a face that looked just like Yustissa.

The love that Machiri Zorgen held for the Winter Saintess was deeply stirred.

But several hundred years have passed, and Zouken Matou's decaying soul is no longer able to appreciate that beauty.

What truly shocked Zouken Matou was that he saw a familiar shadow in her—the traces of the Machiri family's technology for creating familiars, and many other things he couldn't understand.

That was a familiar, an achievement that added more features to the familiar technology of the Machiri family.

Upon seeing this incredible result, Zouken Matou even subconsciously reduced the force of his Berserker, as if afraid of damaging the work.

It was precisely this flaw that Goredia keenly seized upon.

Clutching the longsword that had cleaved half of her body, Goredia delivered a powerful front kick to Berserker's chest and abdomen.

The terrifying brute force instantly sent Berserker flying backward.

However, in that instant, Berserker displayed astonishing martial arts skills.

While in mid-air, he suddenly twisted his waist, skillfully breaking free from Goredia's grip on the weapon, and then smoothly slashed to the side, leaving another horrific wound on Goredia's body.

But the next moment, the hideous wound automatically healed itself, returning to its original state amidst the rising white smoke.

After a brief pause, Berserker raised his weapon again, but this time, Goredia moved first.

Her movements were not skillful; in fact, they appeared somewhat clumsy.

She was born relatively recently and had not yet had time to accumulate combat experience.

The attack methods currently being used still stem from the fighting instincts ingrained in the genes of the androids by the Einzbern family.