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

Moreover, it is unknown what methods he used to create such a special individual.

But even Shinji created his own android from the corpse of an android.

Nothing shocked Emiya Kiritsugu more than the methods the opponent had just used.

That's [inherent temporal control]!

As a veteran who has used this magic for over ten years, Kiritsugu Emiya would never be mistaken.

However, compared to when he used it himself, the other party's movements were significantly faster.

There are only two explanations for this situation: either the other party has extremely high physical stats, and can achieve the same effect at double speed.

Either the other party has taken the "inherent time control" to a level that he never dared to imagine.

But both explanations are absurd.

The existence of Gladys is a message to Einzbern and Kiritsugu Emiya: you've wasted your lives.

Such a fact was so astonishing that even Kiritsugu Emiya experienced a momentary mental lapse.

For a moment, they all forgot to finish off Kirei Kotomine, who had been knocked away.

Kirei Komine struggled to prop herself up from the dent in the wall, her chest heaving violently.

A trace of dark red blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his once neat priest's robes were now covered in dust and cracks, looking utterly disheveled.

A golden ornament fell from his body, but the once luxurious and ornate ornament was now broken and shattered.

This is a defensive artifact given to him by Gilgamesh.

This is also one of the reasons why Kiritsugu Emiya was negligent. The defensive power of this Noble Phantasm was even enough to make Kirei Kotomine ignore the explosion of the bomb, and the finishing blow from the gun was completely useless.

But this magical artifact was now shattered into tiny fragments.

If it weren't for this outfit absorbing the damage, Kirei Kotomine has no doubt that he would be covered in grime from that wall right now.

The opponent's strength was definitely at the level of a Servant, and he hadn't even noticed the attack before it was launched. He was very familiar with this feeling; it was the Assassin's [Presence Concealment].

He stared incredulously at the slender figure who resolutely stood in front of Shinji—Greteia.

The maid, whose appearance bore a subtle resemblance to the Einzbern family's homunculus, was currently gripping a steel pipe that was clearly twisted and deformed by external force.

A thin mist of pale white water vapor quietly spread around her.

This was not the aftermath of a battle, but rather the intense temperature rise caused by her body's rapid self-healing in a very short time, which was now being efficiently cooled down through basic water magic.

Although this degree of body temperature rise is not enough to affect Goredia's combat capabilities.

However, the sustained high temperature will still cause cumulative damage to her body, similar to burns, and repairing these damages will invisibly and continuously deplete Shinji's physical strength as a Teigu user.

Every expenditure may seem small, but in the heat of battle, they add up to a considerable expense.

Therefore, based on the pragmatic consideration of conserving magic power and physical strength to the greatest extent possible.

Shinji casually incorporated this basic water magic formula, used to assist in heat dissipation, into her magic crest.

She remained expressionless, but her once calm eyes now gleamed with an inhuman chill.

The air around her seemed to distort slightly due to the power she unleashed.

That attack just now was a surprise attack she launched at ten times the speed of [Time Control].

Although it was just a simple physical attack, it was enough to make Kirei Kotomine suffer.

"Boom!"

With a clap of thunder, a chariot descended from the sky and landed precisely beside Shinji.

The tank's cargo door swung open with a bang, and Webber Velvet poked his head out, his face showing feigned composure.

He clearly hasn't fully adapted to this dramatic entrance, which feels like a fall from a great height.

Iskandar himself stood proudly at the front of the chariot, his scarlet cloak fluttering in the night wind.

Lancelot was still lying dead on the chariot, his eyes staring blankly at the empty sky.

The aura emanating from it confirmed to him that his king was fighting within it.

Disassembling the Lesser Grail and the Three-Fold Magic Refinement is a matter of great importance, so how could Shinji possibly do it alone?

Aside from Gladys, Shinji has brought over all the other combatants he could find.

Kirei Kotomine's expression grew even more grim as he looked at the formation that had been arranged around Shinji.

He knew that it was impossible to prevent the Holy Grail from being destroyed.

Whether he will even survive is still unknown.

Chapter 101: The Death of Kirei

"Gilgamesh!"

All eyes were now focused on them.

Feeling the pressure, Kirei Kotomine did not hesitate to use a Command Spell to summon Gilgamesh.

Although Gilgamesh and the other two used Command Seals as pure magic without reservation.

But the amount he held was enough for them to squander.

Even after summoning Gilgamesh, Kirei Kotomine still had two marks on his body.

Gilgamesh, who had moved to Kirei Kotomine's side, still had the Gate of Babylon open behind him.

He was clearly in combat before the transfer.

"Wow~ You're really popular, Kirei!"

Although Kirei Kotomine also interrupted Gilgamesh's battle, his attitude towards Kirei was much better than that towards Tokiomi Tohsaka.

After seeing Kirei Kotomine's opposing lineup, Gilgamesh even teased Kirei.

Gilgamesh's appearance caused Iskandar's expression to turn serious.

This time, there's no way to replicate the previous siege; Artoria is still delaying the evil of this world.

Lancelot is now essentially obsolete.

He was restrained by Gilgamesh, and his full strength could not be unleashed.

Moreover, with the Three-Fundamental Magic Furnace colliding with the Holy Grail, he has lost his greatest source of magic power.

Having experienced the near-infinite supply of magic from the magic furnace, Iskandar felt extremely uncomfortable returning to Waver's magic-supplying state.

Weber clenched his fists tightly, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Shinji, who was nearby, could even hear his teeth chattering. He could only clutch tightly to the corner of Iskandar's cloak, trying his best to appear less flustered.

On the field, Iskandar's side was clearly at a disadvantage in terms of combat strength. Gilgamesh's domineering aura descended like a tangible force, making the air seem to freeze.

Gilgamesh's golden eyes swept over everyone present.

From the high-spirited Iskandar to the trembling Waver, and then to the wary Goredia.

Finally, the spot fell on Shinji, who appeared remarkably calm.

He raised an eyebrow, seemingly showing some interest in the young man who was subtly gaining dominance in the opposing camp.

"Hmph, a bunch of ignorant ants, how dare they covet what belongs to me?"

Gilgamesh's voice carried his usual arrogance and disdain.

"Kiri, is this the trouble you've brought upon yourself?"

Kirei Kotomine clutched his chest, struggled to his feet, and said in a deep voice.

"Gilgamesh, they are destroying the Holy Grail! They must be stopped!"

"The Holy Grail?"

Gilgamesh glanced at the Trinity Force and the Lesser Grail, which were still colliding violently and riddled with cracks not far away.

Golden magic and dark red mud intertwined and surged, emitting a heart-pounding energy fluctuation.

"It's nothing but a filthy container; I have no interest in it."

Despite his words, a subtle sharpness flashed in his eyes.

Clearly, even he could not completely ignore the powerful force of the two colliding forces.

"but."

Gilgamesh changed the subject, and golden ripples spread out behind him once more.

The tips of several uniquely shaped Noble Phantasm swords gleamed with a dangerous light.

"Since my interest has been spoiled, then you lowly beings shall please me with your deaths!"

Iskandar took a deep breath, shielding Waver and Shinji behind him, and said loudly:

"Gilgamesh! Do you think you can stop all of us by yourself?"

"Oh? You bastard, you still want to put up a fight?"

Gilgamesh scoffed.

"Without that magic furnace, you struggle even to wield that broken sword. What can you do to me?"

Iskandar's impassioned expression immediately crumbled.

He scratched his cheek sheepishly; Gilgamesh's words had hit a nerve.

Without the immense magical power provided by the Three-Based Magic Furnace, his King's Army could not be deployed at will.

In terms of individual combat prowess alone, he was indeed no match for Gilgamesh.

"Hold him off for a bit!"

Shinji, who had been quiet all along, suddenly spoke up.

Hearing Shinji's words, Iskandar breathed a sigh of relief. Since Shinji dared to say that, it meant he had something in mind. In the current situation, the worst thing is to have no ideas at all.

Shinji didn't lower his voice, and Gilgamesh on the other side heard him clearly.

However, he did not interrupt Shinji's plan; instead, he was quite interested in hearing how Shinji would deal with him.

"Teacher Waver, use a Command Spell to enhance Rider."

Facing Gilgamesh's scrutiny, Shinji calmly spoke to Waver beside him.

"all?"

Perhaps influenced by Shinji's composure, Weber also calmed down and asked a question.

In fact, Waver knew it was time to use the Command Spell even without Shinji's instruction.

His three Command Seals have never been used; if they are left any longer, they will be buried with him.

"Keep one."

Without the slightest hesitation, Weber slammed his right hand onto the back of his left.

The crimson Command Seal instantly ignited, transforming into a scorching stream of light that flowed into Iskandar's body along the contractual link.

"Rider! Strength! Speed! Magic! I'll give you everything!"

Weber roared, his voice hoarse from excitement and exhaustion, but his eyes were unusually firm.

Iskandar, empowered by the Command Seal, shuddered violently, unleashing an aura far more powerful than before.

The crimson cloak, which had been somewhat dull due to insufficient magic, now seemed to be ignited by flames, fluttering loudly.

His muscular arms were bulging with veins, and the burning fighting spirit of the conqueror king rekindled in his eyes.

"Hahaha! That feels more like it, kid!"

Iskandar laughed heartily, though it still couldn't compare to the infinite magic power of the magic furnace.

However, the enhancement of the Command Seals gave him at least the ability to confront Gilgamesh head-on for a moment.

Gilgamesh looked at the surging aura emanating from Iskandar.

The playful look on his face faded somewhat, replaced by a hint of seriousness.

"Oh? That's interesting. The struggles of ants can sometimes bring a bit of fun."

The ripples of the Gate of Babylon behind him expanded once more, revealing even more Noble Phantasms.