Magician in Type-Moon

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"Almost there, just a little bit more." Kiritsugu silently calculated the time in his mind. He knew that once these insects broke through the barrier, he would have to launch a counterattack in an instant.

Finally, with a loud bang, the barrier was completely destroyed, and the winged blade insects swarmed in, moving so fast that they were almost invisible.

They surged towards Kiritsugu like a black torrent, attempting to tear him apart.

Chapter 128 The Grand Show

The moment the swarm of insects invaded the room, they were greeted by two fiery snakes.

The device positioned at the doorway is an M2 flamethrower, a U.S.-made, man-portable, backpack flamethrower.

Although it has been phased out of use on the battlefield, it is perfectly appropriate to use it here.

After all, the fact that large insects are naturally weak against fire is something any normal person can figure out.

This is one of the items used against Matouchi.

But it wasn't over yet. Flamethrowers alone couldn't take down Matouchi, and Calico's submachine gun barrage followed immediately.

Kiritsugu Emiya slowly knelt down, the muzzle of his Calico submachine gun, still emitting smoke, pressed against the marble floor tiles. Directly in front of him, the swarm of insects was temporarily blocked outside the door.

The Calico submachine gun had run out of bullets, and Kiritsugu Emiya, too lazy to reload, picked up another unidentified submachine gun from the ground and continued firing.

The flames wiped out most of the insects, but a small number still managed to break through the flame barrier and rush over.

They were met with precise shots from Kiritsugu Emiya.

He fired like a machine, calm and ruthless, each bullet hitting its target with pinpoint accuracy.

Although the swarm seemed endless, Kiritsugu remained unmoved, his firing without the slightest hesitation.

The submachine gun bullets ran out quickly, but that didn't matter; the weapon reserves were still plentiful.

He picked up another American-made FIM-92A Stinger rocket launcher, the same one he used to blow up the plane—a deadly weapon, top-notch for dealing with hordes of enemies.

He stood on a box of rockets, aimed at the swarming insects ahead, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

The rocket launcher emitted a deafening roar, and a stream of scorching fire sliced ​​through the air, shooting straight at the swarm of insects.

The rocket hit its target precisely and exploded, sending flames and debris sweeping through the room like a storm.

The swarm of insects was scattered by the blast wave, and screams of agony rose and fell.

Kiritsugu reloaded the rocket launcher, aimed in another direction, and continued firing.

Streams of fire intertwined within the room, driving the insect swarm to the brink of destruction.

Each explosion was accompanied by violent tremors and a piercing bang, turning the entire room into a battlefield.

It was only because of the protection of the barrier that the room wasn't riddled with bullets.

Nevertheless, Kiritsugu remained calm, operating the rocket launcher swiftly and methodically, giving the Zerg swarm no chance to catch its breath.

The flames from the explosion illuminated Kiritsugu's cold, stern face, his gaze as sharp as a hawk's.

It was as if it had been rehearsed; the insects were self-delivering themselves to Kiritsugu Emiya's blades and gun barrels. He wielded his swords and guns with fluid grace, even using a rocket launcher that had missed its target to send several insects flying.

All of these operations were performed at twice the speed of the inherent time control, and the magic gave Kiritsugu Emiya extremely high reaction speed and agility.

His every move was incredibly precise, as if the whole world slowed down in his vision, and he himself was the only protagonist.

If this were a world-class singing and dancing stage, all the judges would willingly say: WTF?

Then give yourself a perfect score of ten.

Unfortunately, this wasn't a competition stage, and there were no spectators. Only Kiritsugu Emiya was wielding his sword against the insects.

Elegant and precise, yet the body is protesting.

It hurts, everyone gets hurt, but this is the first time I've been under the control of the time-limited magic effect for so long.

In the past, battles were over in an instant; now, this kind of magic is used to fight a protracted war.

Even Kiritsugu Emiya couldn't help but curse inwardly: You're not human! If anyone makes me hit a bug user again, I'll shove this rocket launcher into your mouth.

fxxk, if Cowboys from Hell played here, it would be even more exciting with this war-torn room.

Kiritsugu Emiya's thoughts wandered aimlessly, merely to distract himself from the physical pain.

The swarm of insects continued to pour in, and Matouike seemed to sense Kiritsugu's fatigue, so she intensified her attack.

Kiritsugu gritted his teeth and tried to remain calm, knowing he couldn't afford to reveal any weakness at this moment.

Suddenly, he heard a strange sound. The sound didn't seem like the chirping of insects, but more like the chanting of some kind of magic.

At this point, who has the time to care what kind of magic Matouchi is using?

Just shove two high-explosive grenades into his mouth and see if he reads them or not, and that's it.

True to his word, Kiritsugu Emiya threw two RG-42 grenades in a graceful arc outside the door where Matou Pond was located.

This action seemed somewhat rash, as if influenced by Gilles de Rais's fiery rage.

But that's not the case. Kiritsugu Emiya did this simply because it was the most efficient way to solve the problem.

He now seems like a desperate stray dog, only capable of baring its teeth at people.

However, every move is meticulously designed, with calm calculations and precise judgments hidden behind it.

It's like he'd even blow up a building to deal with Kenneth.

The grenade exploded outside the door, and the strong shockwave made the whole room tremble.

The explosion and debris instantly engulfed the area near the entrance, interrupting Matouchi's chanting, and filling the room with thick smoke and flames.

As the aftershocks of the explosion subsided, Matouchi's figure could be vaguely seen through the smoke.

His body was covered with a layer of black insect shell, which was obviously used by the swarm of insects to block most of the impact of the explosion.

There was no dialogue, no inquiry.

Kiritsugu Emiya hurled the rocket launcher he had just fired at powerfully.

The weapon, forged from steel and iron, was bitten and shredded by the last black whirlwind.

Emiya Kiritsugu's forehead veins suddenly bulged, and he lifted the M61 Vulcan cannon, which was originally placed on the ground, directly up.

The immense recoil caused Kiritsugu's body to sway slightly, but he gripped the machine gun tightly and withstood the impact.

Bullets rained down on Matou Pond like a storm, the bullets piercing the air with a piercing whistling sound.

His swarm of insects regrouped, forming a thick barrier in an attempt to block Kiritsugu's firepower.

The winged blade insects and fireball ants brought by Matou Pond have long been exhausted. In fact, the main source of the problem is the battle in Ryudo.

These are all newly bred, only three days old, yet they can sustain a battle. It can only be said that Matouchi is truly a master of sow care... oh... insect breeding.

The rampaging barrage of bullets annihilated the remaining swarm of insects, sending large fragments of their bodies flying through the air. Their shells were torn apart by bullets, and their internal organs and bodily fluids splattered everywhere.

The bullet pierced through the swarm of insects and struck Kirie's body in the middle, but Kirie still slowly walked towards Kiritsugu Emiya.

Kiritsugu's attacks showed no signs of abating. He kept adjusting the angle of his machine gun, and bullets rained down on Matou Ike, piercing his body.

It was obvious that this was just a clone of the demonic worm. The worm slowly crawled on the wound, repairing the damage to its body.

It jumps repeatedly between the fates of becoming a sieve.

Suddenly, Kiritsugu's machine gun stopped firing. He had run out of ammunition, but without pausing, he quickly drew another weapon from his back, a silenced pistol, and aimed it at Matou Ike.

The Beretta pistol, a modified version with increased power, features a magically enhanced bullet with a hand-carved cross pattern that explodes upon entering the enemy's body.

"boom!"

Gunshots echoed in the room, the bullets carrying a deadly magic as they hurtled towards Matou Pond.

The bullet streaked through the air like the scythe of death.

The modified Beretta pistol's bullets were extremely fast, piercing through the swarm of insects and striking Matouchi's heart.

Matou Ike's body was instantly torn apart by the exploding bullets, blood and flesh splattered everywhere, and the swarm of insects fell to the ground, turning into a pool of rotting flesh.

However, just as Kiritsugu Emiya was about to examine the mangled corpse, a hand holding a modified, unrecognizable revolver emerged from the wound in Matou Ike's heart and pointed it directly at Kiritsugu Emiya's head.

Chapter 129 Give me some time, I'll kill Superman for you.

The revolver fired a dull shot, the bullet carrying immense penetrating power as it hurtled straight toward Kiritsugu's head.

Kiritsugu was currently under the effect of the Time Control spell, which allowed him to do the impossible task of dodging bullets at close range.

Oh, no, there are people who can do it.

Leaving aside Ran Mouri and Makoto Kyogoku, there's also Li Tianran, who dodged three bullets...

With the body accelerating instantly, the bullet's trajectory is clearly visible in the air.

Kiritsugu suddenly turned to the side, the bullet grazing his cheek, drawing a trickle of blood, but not fatally.

But the moment the bullet grazed Kiritsugu Emiya, it exploded, turning into endless, scorching flames.

The flames instantly engulfed Kiritsugu's cheek, and he felt a burning pain, but he still gritted his teeth and did not utter a groan.

"You can really dodge bullets?" Matou Ike asked jokingly, but his hands didn't stop moving.

He raised his revolver again and aimed it at Kiritsugu.

"boom!"

Kiritsugu reacted quickly, nimbly dodging to the side. The bullet whizzed past him, creating a powerful gust of wind.

"Did you know that if you are hit in the heart, you have eight seconds of subconscious reaction time, but if you are hit in the brain, two inches behind the eyeball, the central nervous system only has two seconds to react?"

Matou Ike, like a cat playing with a mouse, spoke to Emiya Kiritsugu with amusement, constantly putting pressure on him.

He needs Kiritsugu Emiya to be more eager, because eagerness will reveal weaknesses, and the moment those weaknesses are revealed will be the decisive moment.

"This revolver of mine can fire two shots in quick succession. Are you going to defend your head or your heart with these two shots?"

He aimed his revolver at Kiritsugu once more.

Without hesitation, Matou Ike fired, the bullet whistling out and heading straight for Kiritsugu's heart.

At the same time, Matouike fired a second shot, aiming at Kiritsugu's head.

Kiritsugu Emiya reacted instantly; given the choice between his head and his heart, his head was indeed more important.