Wang Xiaoming: My King's Power!!! / Ryunosuke Won't Last Three Chapters (Definitely)

"But I can assure you, I'm in top form right now!"

The next second, Rider's massive figure was completely engulfed by the oncoming beam of light!

"How could this be...?"

Seeing this, Irisviel was somewhat taken aback, unable to understand why Caster's magic power had increased so rapidly.

Could it be--

With a slight frown, Irisviel turned her gaze to the other side of the battlefield.

"Tsk tsk..."

Wang Xiaoming, who also witnessed this scene, glanced down at the two remaining Command Spell on the back of his hand and couldn't help but sigh, "This ability to instantly accumulate NP is no joke."

However, Wang Xiaoming's reverie was quickly pulled back to reality by the roar of the battlefield.

Medea paid no attention to Rider, who was once again engulfed in smoke. Based on her previous calculations, even with the boost Servant the Greater Grail's magic, it would still take Rider some time to recover from such an onslaught.

The [Rule Breaker] is now in our hands, so what's next?

Medea turned her gaze to Irisviel in the main hall. If she could destroy the barrier and rescue the two children, she could end the Holy Grail War.

"Defeating me won't be that easy!"

Having probably guessed Medea's thoughts, Irisviel, who had just snapped out of her surprise, chuckled softly. The next second, a dark figure pounced down from above the main hall towards Medea was in mid-air!

Under the moonlight, the white bone mask on the shadowy figure's face looked exceptionally eerie.

Chapter 128. Wang Xiaoming: My Kingly Power!!!

"Assassin, huh...?"

Medea deftly dodged the black shadows' attack. When her attention returned to the main hall, a dark mass of "skull masks" had gathered at the top, staring intently at her.

"Tsk--"

Looking down at the two children surrounded by the fully revealed [Hassan of the Hundred Faces], Medea felt a sense of helplessness.

With her magic power at its peak, Medea was not afraid of the Assassins' numerical advantage. However, with these assassins' annoying harassment and restraint, her previous idea of forcibly breaking through the barrier outside the main hall would probably be a pipe dream.

Although somewhat unwilling, there is no doubt that this operation has failed.

And then there's the Rider, who has already recovered and reappeared on the battlefield...

Medea, having retreated back to the center of the battlefield, subconsciously pursed her lips. The array behind her, which had re-deployed, roared at Rider, who was charging towards her.

Da da da da...

The flash from the submachine gun muzzle illuminated its owner's indifferent face.

Click--click--

The warning that the magazine was out of bullets sounded again, and at the same time, the Black Keys in Kirei Kotomine's hand also shattered.

Just like before, the priest casually tossed aside his now-useless weapon, bent down, and lunged forward while his opponent was reloading!

--You have absolutely no chance of winning in close combat!

This was obvious after witnessing the immense destructive power of the priest's fist technique. As a martial artist, this man's skill level was extremely high. If they didn't create distance, then Emiya Kiritsugu would have absolutely no chance of winning.

Even so, Emiya Kiritsugu made no attempt to dodge, as if racing against death, and began chanting a spell:

"Time alter--doubleaccel! (Time Alter --double speed)"

Then, seizing the fleeting moment "snatched" from the clutches of death, Emiya Kiritsugu recklessly propelled his already accelerated body, loading bullets into the Contender's open magazine at lightning speed, and then closing it—

After Kiritsugu completed this series of actions, he was only three steps away from Kirei Kotomine's iron fist.

Then he raised his right hand and his beloved gun, the Contender, which was already fully loaded. His unique Mystic Code Origin Bullet lay quietly in the chamber.

Don't be anxious or panicked. Just focus on hitting the enemy in front of you.

Like a precise machine pulling a trigger, the Contender in his hand roared. At this close range, Kirei Kotomine had no time to dodge, nor did he have time to draw his Black Keys.

However, Kirei showed no intention of avoiding the issue.

His right fist, enhanced by Magecraft, was already outstretched a second before Contender fired the bullet, and the punch unexpectedly created a terrifying whirlwind in the air!

The next second, the bullet, with an initial velocity of 2,500 inches per second, was caught in the whirlwind and collided violently with the hardened arm.

The scattered sparks defied the usual laws of physics; the kinetic energy of approximately three thousand pounds per foot succumbed to the supernatural phenomena of the demonic path.

Seeing Contender's second bullet abruptly change its trajectory and travel into the distance, Kiritsugu felt a chill run down his spine.

The fact that the Origin Bullet was ineffective was confirmed once again, but Emiya Kiritsugu, who was no longer concerned about that, took the opportunity to distance himself from Kirei Kotomine, who was being pulled back a few steps by the kinetic energy of the bullet.

Having witnessed Kirei Kotomine's "horrifying fist techniques" once again, maintaining a safe distance became Emiya Kiritsugu's primary condition for fighting the priest.

Suddenly, a sharp pain swept through his entire body, causing Kiritsugu to stagger. His body had reached its limit due to the continuous rapid attacks. Blood vessels throughout his body ruptured, and the bones in his limbs began to crack from the unimaginable burden they had borne.

To Kiritsugu's surprise, Kirei Kotomine did not take advantage of the opening he had created to close the gap this time. As the price for blocking Contender's attack, his right arm, which had been subjected to excessive Reinforcement Magecraft, suffered severe injuries. He stood still, as if watching Kiritsugu's next move.

The two gazed at each other, each trying to come up with a way to break the current stalemate.

On Kirei Kotomine's side, even though he deflected most of the bullets with the Black Keys, the bulletproof properties of his monk's robes had been almost completely depleted by the close-quarters suppression of the submachine guns. Only the protective charms close to his body remained intact. With twelve Black Keys remaining, he would probably only be able to withstand two more rounds of bullets. During this time, he needed to find the last opportunity to kill Emiya Kiritsugu!

Meanwhile, on Emiya Kiritsugu's side, his submachine gun was almost out of ammunition and needed reloading. His remaining weapons were a dagger and two grenades. Not only was he running out of ammunition, but his body was also starting to feel heavy due to the side effects of the Time Alter.

We can't delay any longer--

A flicker of emotion crossed Emiya Kiritsugu's empty pupils. He himself didn't know how much longer his body could hold out, and he raised his submachine gun once more.

At the same time, six Black Keys lit up again in Kirei Kotomine's hand.

The bullets fired from the gun acted like a starting pistol, causing both men to move simultaneously.

Both sides were certain they would win; both sides also understood the outcome: they would be killed.

But it was no longer important; at the moment the bullet collided with the Black Keys...

Their eyes met, and diametrically opposed beliefs churned deep within them.

"A--LAAAAAA--"

A meaningless roar erupted from Rider's mouth once more, echoing across the entire battlefield.

"It's so noisy--!"

Medea, also in mid-air, glared at the irrational giant opposite her, and unleashed a powerful magic cannon from behind her towards him!

After the magic cannon dissipated, the black smoke faintly surrounding Rider's body, which reappeared on the battlefield, was no longer as thick as before, and even his recovery speed was much slower than before.

However, Medea was not pleased with the success of her attack; at this moment, a trace of fatigue was already showing on her face.

Not only do they have to keep Rider occupied, but they also have to be wary of Assassin's sneak attacks. Fortunately, Assassin hasn't made any major moves since then.

Even so, Medea's magical power was almost half depleted after such a high-intensity bombardment.

"In the name of the Command Spell!"

Without Medea's prompting, Wang Xiaoming had already raised his left hand. As Wang Xiaoming chanted, the stigmata on the back of his left hand began to glow with a blood-red light.

"Caster..."

The magical fluctuations from the Command Spell alerted Irisviel in the center of the main hall. Seeing this, she did not stop Wang Xiaoming's actions, but instead revealed a meaningful smile.

The chanting stopped abruptly the next second, and a chill began to spread from Wang Xiaoming's elbow.

Before Wang Xiaoming could react, the chill had already turned into intense pain that assaulted his brain.

At the same time, a familiar voice rang in his ears, directly triggering terrifying memories deep within Wang Xiaoming's mind:

"It's been so long, Wang-san ~"

Chapter 129. Ryunosuke won't live past three chapters (Absolutely)

"Master--!"

Medea, who sensed the attack on Wang Xiaoming the instant it happened, narrowly avoided the impact of Rider's attack and instinctively wanted to rush back to his side. However, the voice she heard beside her stopped her in her tracks.

"No need to come over-"

Through the contractual relationship, Wang Xiaoming's words could be easily transmitted to Medea's mind.

Given the current situation on the battlefield, if Rider loses Medea's ability to restrain her, then Saber will face an attack from three Servant...

So--

"I'm fine, leave this to me."

Despite the excruciating pain emanating from the wound, Wang Xiaoming recounted his decision in a trembling yet resolute tone.

"Anata..."

Hearing Wang Xiaoming's voice, which was tinged with pain, Medea's worry deepened, but she still did not withdraw from the battlefield as instructed.

You need to have more faith in your man!

With a light laugh and a sarcastic remark, Wang Xiaoming finished speaking and supported his severed arm with his right hand.

Cold sweat had soaked Wang Xiaoming's entire back without him even realizing it, but he had no time to care whether it was from the blood seeping from his severed arm or something else.

I looked up and saw that "familiar" figure not far away.

--Still wearing that purple suit, still with that familiar face holding the certificate, it's as if he walked out from the deepest part of Wang Xiaoming's memory, without any change compared to before.

"It's been such a long time, Wang-san!"

With light steps, Ryunosuke Uryu arrived at the spot where Wang Xiaoming had just stood, bent down and picked up the severed hand that had turned pale due to insufficient blood supply.

"So this is Command Spell..."

Ryunosuke's narrow eyes gleamed with excitement as he held Wang Xiaoming's severed hand in his hands as if it were a precious treasure. His curious gaze lingered on the severed hand, and an unusual joy appeared on his face.

"And Wang-san's hands..."

Wang Xiaoming's expression was somewhat grim, because he vaguely sensed that Ryunosuke seemed more interested in his severed hand than in the two Command Spell.

Seeing his somewhat perverted expression, Wang Xiaoming finally couldn't help but ask:

"What exactly do you want?"

What are you doing?

Upon hearing the question, Ryunosuke suddenly paused, then looked up somewhat dazedly, as if he had just woken up, and subconsciously repeated the question that had been conveyed to him. As time passed, the mist in Ryunosuke's pupils, reflecting Wang Xiaoming's image, gradually dissipated, and his eyes gradually cleared.

At the same time, a childlike, innocent smile appeared on his lips, and his somewhat pale cheeks flushed with excitement.

"Of course I'm going to kill you, Wang-san!"

Indeed, Ryunosuke Uryu offered himself to "God" with such a pure wish, and expected God's response.

Because he firmly believed that the "God" who loved humanity would surely hear his devout prayers and respond to them.

In the boundless darkness, he finally got what he wanted.

Then he woke up again.

This person must be insane.

Listening to Ryunosuke's delirious ramblings, Wang Xiaoming felt a chill run down his spine and made a judgment in his mind.

However, Ryunosuke, lost in his own world, clearly didn't care about Wang Xiaoming's opinion. He casually tossed the severed arm aside, as if the Command Spell on the severed arm held no appeal for him whatsoever.

He then twisted his wrist, and a fruit knife, a very common item on the market, appeared in his hand.

"Wang-san, you're still my favorite!"

Raising the small knife in his hand, which still gleamed coldly in the darkness, Ryunosuke's almost greedy, fanatical gaze swept over Wang Xiaoming:

"So, let me make you my finest work of art!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ryunosuke strode forward and charged towards Wang Xiaoming!

At this moment, the two were only six or seven meters apart. If Xiao Dao wanted to stab Wang Xiaoming, it would only take him two or three steps. However, to his surprise, Wang Xiaoming did not dodge his attack. Instead, he raised his right hand.