My Destiny Illustrated Book of Shape Moon

Do we need to abandon Kotomine Kirei and go find Rider's master, Waver Velvet first?

Emiya Kiritsugu was advancing rapidly, his spirit like frozen lake water, turning into a bright mirror to reflect the panoramic view of the surrounding area. He made himself a keen probe, with sensitivity that surpassed hearing, and clarity that surpassed vision. There was no blind spot, and he could immediately detect any disturbance and move forward slowly in the darkness.

At the same time, dedicate some of your energy to thinking about your next actions.

If it were normal times, Emiya Kiritsugu would have scorned Rider's request and the so-called 'belief', put aside the mission entrusted to him by Rider, and focused on saving Irisviel and killing Kotomine Kirei. Task.

But this time is different. In front of the servants, personal power is too small. For Kiritsugu, what he has to face next is not only the dangerous Kotomine Kirei, but also Sakutsu, whose strength is comparable to the servants. .

Emiya Kiritsugu was sure of defeating Kotomine Kirei, but he didn't even have the slightest confidence facing Satsuki, who still couldn't show his full strength, let alone Satsuki who had conquered Einzbei a year ago. In London, the seeds of fear have already been sown.

Yes, he admitted the fear in his heart, which is why Sakatsuki showed no hostility at the beginning of the Holy Grail War, and why Emiya Kiritsugu still set him up again and again.

If he wants to seize the Holy Grail, the person named 'Shuoyue' will inevitably become his final obstacle.

Emiya Kiritsugu believed so deeply, and his intuition had been confirmed. In just a few days, everything around him was taken away, and he himself fell into a precarious situation.

Maybe all of this is self-inflicted, but Emiya Kiritsugu never wastes time on regrets, but no matter what, Saber has abandoned him, and he does not believe Sakutsu's lies anyway. On this point, he had the same view as Shuo Yue.

——Believing what the enemy says is a fool, and following the enemy's lead is worse than a fool.

In order not to irritate Sakatsuki, he would kill Kotomine Kirei, but when it came time to go to Enzo Mountain, Emiya Kiritsugu had no intention of following Sakatsuki's lead.

But resistance requires capital. For this reason, even the magician killer who is used to living alone has to seek help from his followers.

Rider, who came to the door on his own initiative, was the right-hand man Emiya Kiritsugu was looking for.

Even if they re-sign a contract after rescuing Weber, with Emiya Kiritsugu's understanding of them, these two naive guys will definitely return the favor to him, but...

"Placing my hopes on the trust of others, what am I thinking..." Emiya Kiritsugu muttered to himself, and then stopped.

It's not that I changed my mind, but that I had to stop.

Because in front of him, a man wearing a robe slowly walked out of the shadows, blocking Emiya Kiritsugu's path.

The place where the two met was in the corridor, a straight line so narrow that it could not be blocked.

Across the corridor filled with statues, Emiya Kiritsugu saw a figure wearing a robe.

On the other side reflected in the enamel window, Kotomine Kirei recognized his enemy's black coat.

Just as he made his decision, his destined opponent stood in front of Emiya Kiritsugu.

He held a shining black key in his hand, and his eyes reflected the shiny gun body coated with gun oil.

Killing intent naturally filled the entire corridor.

In the murderous aura, the silver blade flashed.

Three in the right hand and three in the left. The agent held a total of six black keys with sword blades emerging, and galloped forward.

The assassin's gun was aimed at the figure in front of him that was approaching quickly with a gust of wind.

The duel between the killer and the agent unfolds here silently.

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For Rider, this is already the third time he has launched his king's army.

But for Archer, this was the first time he saw the conquering king's army.

The strong wind carrying hot sand seemed to echo the call of the king, blowing away the coldness of the church and rushing towards Archer.

The Sword of Cyprus held high by the Overlord is gathering the thoughts of those heroic spirits from across time and space who have shared dreams with the King in the past.

We are united as one, looking at the horizon covered by mirages, and want to see the other side of the boundless blue sky.

The warriors' mental images of pursuing the battlefield across time and space eroded reality, turning churches where they prayed to the gods into whirlwind-raging plains.

One by one, the heroic spirits rushed to the prepared stage and faced off against the oldest King of Heroes.

Archer rode alone and faced the mighty army like a raging sea wave, but he didn't show any signs of embarrassment. He was calm and composed, standing majestically in front of the army. His shining golden posture was like a lonely mountain. It was a sense of oppression that only the top heroes had.

His bright red eyes stared at the majestic military force, filled with bloody joy. Only the king who has enjoyed all the pleasure in the world knows this abnormal feeling.

In fact, Archer was indeed happy.

Although he was summoned to the other side of time and space, he kept repeating farce in the name of war. He was already tired of this kind of life. Now he finally found someone he could treat as an "enemy".

But now, this feast that was enough to satisfy him was missing a crucial ingredient - Rider, as the core of the military, did not have the murderous aura to declare a decisive battle.

"What do you mean, King of Conquerors? This king is not some ancient Chinese concubine."

"Don't think too much, King of Heroes. I have no interest in you. Putting up such a posture is nothing more than an apology." It was said to be an apology, but Rider's attitude did not mean to apologize at all, "King of Heroes, you Do you still remember what you did at the King’s Banquet?”

"I see..." Gilgamesh instantly understood the implication of Iskandar's words, "Are you trying to say that you are not at your peak today?"

"Yes, although the magic power received is more abundant, but the master I entrust is not around, I can't fully display my fighting power." Iskandar admitted frankly, and then Suddenly he rubbed his hands and showed a sly smile.

"Archer, speaking of declarations, we should have made an agreement during the last banquet."

"Are you referring to the conclusion that we can only fight to the death?"

"Didn't we agree to drink the rest of the wine before that?"

Rider urged the King of Heroes, and the innocent smile on his face did not look like someone who had made an appointment to fight to the death.

"Although it was smashed by some rough guys who didn't understand elegance at that time...but there is still some wine left in the bottle, and you can't hide it from me."

"As expected of a conquering king, he keeps an eye on other people's belongings." Archer smiled bitterly, took out a set of wine vessels again, poured the remaining famous liquor from the Gods at the bottom of the bottle into two glasses, and clinked the glasses with Rider.

"King of Babylonia, this is the last question at the banquet."

"Sure, tell me."

Iskandar held the wine glass in his hand. Although his expression was serious, his eyes were still as childish as a naughty child. He asked: "For example, if you can use your 'King's Treasure' to arm my 'King's Army' , that will definitely create the strongest legion. Those guys called presidents in Western countries must be nothing at all."

"Well, what then?"

"I ask you again, if you are willing to form an alliance with me. If the two of us join forces, not even the sea of ​​stars can stop us!"

When the Hero King heard this, he laughed heartily as if he had heard some happy ironic joke.

"You are really an interesting guy. It has been a long time since I was so amused by the silly things said by someone other than the clown. But unfortunately, my friend has only been one person since ancient times and from now on - —Besides, there is no need for two kings in this world."

At this point, Gilgamesh suddenly narrowed his eyes and said with great interest: "What's more, you don't seem to be worried about your Master at all? Are you relying on someone? Or are you just being cute and silly? "

Counting the time, that kid has drowned in despair, right?

But faced with Gilgamesh's vague hint, Iskandar didn't have much worry on his face. Instead, he drank the wine in the glass and showed an extremely trusting smile:

"I believe in Waver Velvet, and I believe that my master has the wisdom and strength to escape from danger."

Recalling the Master who had mediocre qualifications but still worked hard towards the future, the King who also launched a conquest of the world was filled with an indescribable sense of pride.

"It's like believing in myself."