My Fates Codex of Type-Moon Chapter 28

"Hmph." The white-haired youth sneered. With a flick of his wrist, he turned and thrust his sword behind him. The blade condensed a fine mist of frost, its width and length multiplying several times. It had already deflected the inevitable Yellow Rose, while the white blade Mo Ye in his right hand slashed from left to right, aiming for Diarmuid's same vital spot!

The Crimson Spear planted firmly, the warrior of Fianna pushed off with both feet, lifting himself into the air. He narrowly dodged the killing intent of the slash, then the inevitable Yellow Rose swept past. Using the recoil from the spear tip's impact, he quickly created distance, but a bloody gash was still opened on his neck. Under the effect of magic, it quickly healed.

"Thank you, my lord," Diarmuid said softly. He then looked up at Sakutsuki, who was his equal, or even slightly superior, and declared, "As a knight, I apologize for underestimating you."

Crouching low like a leopard, Lancer unleashed all his power. He looked as serious as he did when facing Saber.

"And as a warrior, I will defeat you with all my might! Here I come, Master Sakutsuki!"

"I couldn't ask for more, Diarmuid of the Radiant Visage," Sakutsuki replied with a grin full of fighting spirit. He shifted his position like a beast in a pit, his Gan Jiang and Mo Ye held ready.

After a brief clash of auras, Diarmuid took the first step. He assumed a standard javelin-throwing posture and hurled Gae Dearg as if it were a javelin!

As a Noble Phantasm that could nullify magical defense, even if Sakutsuki had deployed Rho Aias, it would have been pierced through by the spear.

However, when it came to discarding weapons, who could compare to Sakutsuki, who possessed Projection Magic?

The youth lowered his gaze, his fingers tracing the chipped inscriptions on the black and white blades, then he unhesitatingly threw them.

The twin blades spun forward, colliding with the Crimson Spear and both falling to the ground, stuck in the earth.

And what awaited Sakutsuki, who had lost his weapons, was an unreserved horizontal sweep from Diarmuid!

The youth, already prepared, leaped up. But Diarmuid's arm exerted force, and the bright yellow spear whipped up like a coiling dragon, piercing Sakutsuki's body from bottom to top!

"Sakutsuki!" Irisviel covered her mouth, and even Saber instinctively held her breath.

Was this the end of the battle...?

The astonishment on Lancer Diarmuid's face, however, indicated that the battle was far from over.

The inevitable Yellow Rose, the spear that inflicted incurable curses upon Saber, passed through Sakutsuki as if it had struck air, not even leaving a scratch!

While I inherited Emiya's power, it doesn't mean I only know Projection Magic.

I never represented Emiya; even the Counter Guardian Emiya is just one of the powers I possess!

Sakutsuki's golden eyes shone brilliantly. His figure flickered like an old television screen as he grinned at Lancer, who was too late to retract his spear. A projection of light expanded in his left hand, and then he grasped the black Gan Jiang, holding it with both hands, and slashed!

"The imaginary magic particles are changing... Is this an Imaginary Numbers Mage?" Kayneth's expression was grim as he stood on the rooftop.

As one of the Twelve Lords of the Mage's Association Clock Tower, even if Imaginary Numbers Mages were rare, he had encountered them before.

For instance, the teacher of the Celestial Mechanics Lord's daughter, Olga Marie, Trisha Philos, was a mage with imaginary attributes. Having had a brief exchange with her, Kayneth quickly recognized the magic Sakutsuki was using.

"Imaginary Numbers Phantasm... Tsk."

A mere Imaginary Numbers Mage was not frightening.

But an Imaginary Numbers Mage who could spar with a Servant in close combat and also use magic against enemies was truly terrifying.

Someone who could blink, become invincible, teleport, and if pushed, pull incomprehensible things from the Sea of Imaginary Numbers (Mother Harlot: ?) – a battle mage, aren't you scared?!

Just like now.

"Boom!" The bright yellow spear was raised, blocking a heavy blow from Sakutsuki!

After his sure-kill attack was dodged by Sakutsuki's magic, Diarmuid's momentum was broken, and he was forced to switch from offense to defense. The Lancer, who excelled at mid-range combat, had to engage in close-quarters fighting with Sakutsuki, unable to leverage the agility advantage of the Lancer class.

And with similar Strength stats to Sakutsuki, Diarmuid, a Servant, was being pushed back by Sakutsuki, his Master. Facing Sakutsuki, who used Imaginary Numbers Magic and could close the distance at any time, Diarmuid, without the "Feint" skill, couldn't create distance. He could only grit his teeth, searching for an opening, a chance to win amidst Sakutsuki's relentless assault.

And that opening, that chance to win, was brought about by two Servants on another battlefield.

"Bang bang bang!" Amidst the shockwaves from the Noble Phantasm impact, Berserker, clad in black armor, was repelled, his figure hurtling towards Sakutsuki and Diarmuid like a meteor!

Tip: Sakutsuki had "borrowed" a few Class Cards from the Einsworth Family...

If the battle between Sakutsuki and Diarmuid was a pure contest of "skill," then the clash between Archer Gilgamesh and Berserker Lancelot might better fit people's imaginations of a fantasy world.

After Berserker used the Sword of the Churning, a dark beam of light forced Archer down to the ground. Gilgamesh, in his humiliation and rage, unleashed the power of the Gates of Babylon once more.

"How dare you touch the treasures of this King with those filthy hands... Do you wish to die, dog!"

Archer's surroundings emanated a dazzling radiance, and a new batch of Noble Phantasms unfolded around the golden Hero like a saint's halo.

"Come! Let this King see how long you can last with those unclean, dirty hands!"

With a command, the cluster of floating Noble Phantasms surged towards Berserker.

The roar of explosions shook the atmosphere, and the flashes of detonation almost swept away the darkness, illuminating the night sky.

Who would believe that simply throwing weapons like swords could possess such destructive power? Countless Noble Phantasms rained down on the warehouse district streets like a carpet bombing, leaving the streets utterly devastated and unrecognizable.

Archer's fierce assault continued unabated. The Noble Phantasms descended like lightning, as if to obliterate Berserker's standing position along with the entire block. The attacks, far from ceasing, grew more intense – the reason being that his target, Berserker, still showed no signs of defeat and stood unyielding.

Anyone who observed Berserker's abilities for even a moment would easily understand—it was a means to seize ownership of any weapon held in his hand.

Knight of Honor, with its A+ rank, was not a skill but a Noble Phantasm. It was a Noble Phantasm that bestowed the attribute of "Noble Phantasm" upon an item held in hand. Even an iron pillar or a fighter jet could be converted into a Noble Phantasm equivalent to D rank.

Because of this, for Archer, who was confident in the number of his Noble Phantasms and accustomed to overwhelming opponents with a barrage of attacks, Berserker's compatibility with him was as bad as it could possibly get.

This was a complete reenactment of the first wave of attacks. Berserker seized the first incoming spear with his free left hand, then raised the spear and, along with the steel sword in his right hand, danced and deflected the continuous barrage of Noble Phantasms.

This technique was both precise and daring, even describable as magnificent. Although the Noble Phantasms were taken from Archer, Berserker wielded them with perfect ease, as if they were extensions of his own hands. His refined movements made it seem as though the weapons in his hands were his lifelong companions.

Both offense and defense were beyond ordinary.

With a particularly strong clang, the last weapon in the cluster of Noble Phantasms was struck down.

Under a silence like a vacuum, only Berserker stood amidst the overwhelming dust. Aside from him, the warehouse, streetlights, and surrounding buildings were all utterly destroyed. The black-clad knight held a battle axe in his right hand and a scimitar in his left. The remaining Noble Phantasms were scattered around Berserker's feet or stuck in the surrounding rubble. Not a single weapon had touched his black armor.

Berserker suddenly raised the two remaining Noble Phantasms in his hands—sharply assuming a defensive posture.

Although he could seize the weapons in his grasp, Berserker couldn't negate the impact force that came with Gilgamesh's thrown weapons.

And the only weapons that could force Berserker, whose Strength and Endurance were both Rank A, into a defensive stance were…

"Boom, boom, boom!" The battle axe and scimitar shattered the moment they made contact with the impact. A red light flared in Berserker's eyes as he tried to grab the incoming weapons, but the violent lightning repelled his grasp, carrying the weapon back to the Hero King Gilgamesh's hand.

Only after the dazzling lightning faded did the true form of the weapon in the golden Servant's hand reveal itself.

It was a short-handled great hammer.

The hammerhead was forged from the hardest metal and rock, the handle was a segment from the world tree Yggdrasil, and in the center of the hammerhead was branded a Celtic triquetra symbolizing "eternity."

If the spear of the Norse god Odin was sharp lightning, then this great hammer was violent thunder.

Mjolnir.

"To make me bring out a treasure from my vault, you have ample reason to be proud, you berserk beast."

As if his rage had dissipated, Gilgamesh lowered his gaze, slowly raising the divine artifact from Norse mythology and pointing it at Lancelot.

Accompanying the burst of lightning was a killing intent so cold it felt like Ragnarok.

"Die."

With a thunderous roar, Mjolnir shot out. Berserker, unable to react in time, was smashed heavily in the chest by the great hammer!

The black-armored knight was sent flying backward without a sound.

Just then, Diarmuid and Sakutsuki, who had been clashing from the direction of the South Heavenly Gate, arrived at Penglai East Road and collided head-on with the flying Lancelot.

"Hey, what's going on?!"

"How should I know!"

Facing the incoming black cannonballs, Sakutsuki and Diarmuid tacitly disengaged from their fight. One raised his twin blades, the other held his red spear horizontally, and both exerted their strength to block the horizontally smashing Lancelot.

"Bang!"

The black armor and weapons collided, costing them both several meters of backward sliding. Lancelot, clad in heavy armor weighing at least a hundred kilograms, finally stopped. His chest armor was dented and crackled with lightning, a truly terrifying sight.

For an ordinary person, such an injury would likely require a long recovery; but for a Servant…

"Roar!" With an angry growl, Berserker leaped up. The wound on his chest quickly healed thanks to the replenishment of magic.

Without attacking those around him, Berserker's beast-like intuition told him what kind of blow was coming next.

Question: If all your enemies gather in one place, and you happen to possess a powerful, unrestricted area-of-effect attack… what would you do?

"Hahahaha, come on, let me enjoy myself to the fullest!"

A demonic laugh echoed through the sky. Golden ripples instantly covered the heavens!

Archer, clad in golden armor, looking as if he were cast entirely in gold, laughed wildly. Countless weapons emerged from behind him, and in the next instant, he unleashed a frenzied bombardment on Sakutsuki and the other two!

"How could he do this!" Irisviel bit her lip, an indescribable surge of madness gripping her heart.

This meant the Archer team was antagonizing three groups of participants simultaneously!

When did Tohsaka Tokiomi become so unwise?!

But no matter what Irisviel thought, the weapons Gilgamesh fired were already closing in on Sakutsuki and the others.

The arrogant king had simultaneously declared war on three people!

Notice: I'm currently away from home and don't have my computer, so I might only update once a day. I'll resume updating twice a day once I get back.

There was no escape from the rain of Noble Phantasms.

Even a comet runner (Dromeus Cometes) transforming into a gale couldn't escape the downpour unscathed.

If you don't want to sacrifice your life early, then there's only one option—defend with all your might!

Berserker took a step forward, bearing the brunt of the attack. Even being hit directly by Mjolnir did not diminish his ferocity.

Perhaps feeling it was too wasteful to bomb with a treasure, or perhaps this Hero King was simply venting his anger, the offensive, though fierce, returned to its original intensity in terms of Noble Phantasm strength.

If that was the case, then things became simple. All that was needed was to replicate the defenses from previous encounters: seize the first weapon obtained, and use it to knock down the continuously attacking rain of Noble Phantasms one by one!

However, the foundation for all of this relied on Berserker's Noble Phantasm "A Knight Never Dies Empty-Handed," which was impossible for the other two to replicate.

"So, want some help, Lancer?" Sakutsuki's golden eyes swept across the falling rain of Noble Phantasms, his tone devoid of tension. "This kind of attack must be quite inconvenient for a pure warrior, right?"

The hero of Fionn replied with a fearless smile, "No need for your concern, I have some confidence in my spear skills."

"Heh." Sakutsuki spread his hands, projecting Gan Jiang and Mo Ye. "Humility is a virtue, but excessive humility is hypocrisy, Diarmuid. How about a competition?"

Diarmuid immediately understood Sakutsuki's intention, his smile growing more delighted. The twin spears in his hands sliced through the air, assuming an offensive stance. "Then allow me to learn from you!"

As soon as he spoke, the handsome warrior let out a soft cry, thrusting his crimson spear forward and flicking away a battle axe. Then, his true yellow spear drew an arc, clearing away all Noble Phantasms before him with an unstoppable momentum.

"If that's the case, I won't hold back either!" The youth, who was not a Servant but possessed strength comparable to one, licked his lips. The black and white twin blades in his hands became covered in layers of iron clusters, greatly increasing their destructive power and sturdiness while extending their attack range.

Gan Jiang Mo Ye—Liberated Form!

Sakutsuki closed his eyes, feeling the combat memories of Guardian Emiya, and danced the liberated twin blades.

Following physiology, conforming to nature, concentrating qi to achieve gentleness, accumulating gentleness to forge strength.

The black sword and white sword danced like flowing clouds and water. Amidst the sky-filled killing intent, they forcefully carved out an impenetrable circle, striking down treasure after treasure onto the ground, piling them into a tomb of blades.

"You're doing great, Sakutsuki!"

"You too, Lancer!"

"Hoo hoo hoo!"

As the saying goes, eight immortals cross the sea, each revealing their divine powers. Everyone present was either a Heroic Spirit or someone who inherited their power. How could they be defeated by simple barrages of Noble Phantasms?

The sound of wind whistled, and the clear ringing of swords was incessant.

Beside the ancient king, golden light flashed, and countless Noble Phantasms surged forth. On the other side, the black-armored knight roared, the handsome warrior brandished twin spears, and the white-haired, golden-eyed youth smiled brilliantly, standing unfazed amidst the dazzling rain of Noble Phantasms, flaunting his existence with extreme prominence.

"So, so amazing..." Irisviel, the only one not involved in the battle, clutched her heart, like a maiden in a mythic epic witnessing heroes depart for war, her eyes sparkling like little stars.

Saber, guarding her side, took a deep breath, slowly exhaling the fighting spirit and restlessness within her heart. Yet, her sacred azure eyes never once shifted away from Sakutsuki and the others.

"You're right, Irisviel. Whether it's Lancer, Berserker, or Sakutsuki, they are all worthy of praise as strong individuals. Even I wish I could wield my sword and charge across the same battlefield with them."

Her gaze finally shifted away from the three, Artoria turned her attention to the golden Heroic Spirit facing the heroes.

The ancient Hero King stood with his arms crossed, his cold, unfeeling snake-like eyes looking forward at the people and Servants he was suppressing single-handedly, a playful smile on his lips.

It was as if he were a VIP in a theater, savoring the earnest performance of the actors on stage.