Final Battle (Part 1)

"..."

After witnessing Ryunosuke's decapitation up close, Wang Xiaoming finally couldn't bear it any longer. Subconscious disgust caused his still-aching stomach to spasm involuntarily, and he managed to kneel down again after barely managing to stand up.

"Vomit--"

The dinner he had eaten before coming here had been completely emptied, and now all he could vomit was a watery liquid. Fortunately, the cramps in his stomach had subsided, and with the last bit of strength he used to support himself on the ground, Wang Xiaoming moved his body to a clean open space.

"Long time no see, Mr. Wang."

After a while, probably seeing that Wang Xiaoming's condition had improved, the master who was manipulating the mercury stepped out of the shadows, his tone very calm and devoid of any emotion.

Upon hearing the visitor's greeting, Wang Xiaoming couldn't help but chuckle:

"We met yesterday, though it wasn't very pleasant."

"That's true--"

The visitor's tone also carried a hint of a smile.

As the footsteps drew closer, a familiar face soon came into Wang Xiaoming's view.

--Still sporting impeccably neat blond hair and sculpted features.

Yesterday's dejected state had completely vanished, and the spirited Kayneth he remembered reappeared before Wang Xiaoming.

"By the way, what brings you here?"

Lying on the ground, Wang Xiaoming asked lazily, his nerves relaxed, not wanting to move a single finger.

"It's a request from the Tohsaka Family Head."

Kayneth didn't hide anything. Although the almost ominous, intense magical energy at Ryuudou Temple piqued his curiosity, it wasn't worth risking his life for Kayneth. If it weren't for...

"The 'Root' is indeed the pursuit of the Tohsaka Family's Magecraft for generations, but it is absolutely not based on the destruction of Fuyuki."

Seeing Tokiomi Tohsaka, Tohsaka Tokiomi in wounds and with a swollen face, staggering and kneeling before him, Kayneth was momentarily speechless.

I had some understanding of Tohsaka Tokiomi's personality from the information available before the Holy Grail War began.

What on earth had happened to make this man, who valued the pride of Magecraft as his life, become so humble? Even Kayneth couldn't help but feel a little curious.

After thinking for a moment, Kayneth nodded:

"However, I think the Tohsaka Family should be able to afford the corresponding price."

Although Kayneth agreed to Tohsaka Tokiomi's request, it didn't mean he would help for free. As one of the Twelve Lords of the Mage's Association, Kenneth's appearance fee was not cheap.

"Can!"

Tohsaka Tokiomi remembers Kayneth Tohsaka's resolute answer.

Let's not talk about that now...

Genting out of his thoughts, Kayneth looked at Wang Xiaoming lying on the floor of Ryuudou Temple. "You, on the other hand, seem to be in quite a sorry state."

"Yes, I really owe my life to you."

Looking up at the night sky, Wang Xiaoming couldn't help but sigh. However, his reverie was immediately pulled back to reality by the battle he was concerned about.

"Hey, can you lend me a hand?"

Wang Xiaoming's voice was weak and listless; the exhaustion from the battle made it impossible for him to even get up from the ground.

Kayneth didn't refuse Wang Xiaoming's request, but as he extended his hand, he glanced at Wang Xiaoming's severed arm and then teased him in a mocking tone:

"I know a puppeteer who is very skilled at treating this kind of injury."

"Thanks, but I still believe more in my Caster's Magecraft."

After placing his intact right hand on Kayneth's outstretched right hand, Wang Xiaoming responded in this way.

Thank you...

Seeing the outstretched hand of the handsome young man before him, Emiya Kiritsugu, lying on the ground, did not refuse his kindness.

Waver struggled to Emiya Kiritsugu up. Although Kiritsugu wasn't particularly heavy, it was still a considerable burden for Waver.

With Waver's help, Emiya Kiritsugu stood up, but Kirei Kotomine looked rather pathetic. His only intact left arm had been broken off by Emiya Kiritsugu with the hard nut handle of the Contender, thanks to Waver's assistance.

Kirei Kotomine is not a traditional Magecraft, but Kiritsugu has just witnessed his Magecraft abilities, so he will not let his guard down.

Bang--

After the gunshot rang out, a horrifying bloody hole appeared directly in Kirei Kotomine's right knee!

"Why?"

However, Kirei Kotomine showed no sign of pain; on the contrary, his eyes burned with hatred as he hysterically questioned Kiritsugu:

"If you don't want the Holy Grail, then why are you stopping me?!"

"Enough!"

It wasn't Kiritsugu who interrupted him, but the somewhat timid boy beside him.

From the moment he set foot on Mount Enzo, a dense, ominous magical energy had been swirling around Waver's body. Although he hadn't fully grasped the truth of the matter, it was certain that the Holy Grail was no longer the wish-granting machine it once was.

Therefore, the priest in front of us who wants the Holy Grail to descend is undoubtedly the villain.

Why do something so stupid!

"Madness?"

Kirei Kotomine wore a sarcastic expression. "In your eyes, is that 'stupidity'? 'It's' merely a desire to be born, simply because it is not accepted by the world, so even its birth is a sin? A child contaminated in the womb, does it not even have the right to breathe the air of this world? I was merely following God's will and wishing for the Holy Grail to descend, just like I would any other life."

Kirei Kotomine learned of the Greater Grail's corruption the moment he was engulfed by the Black Mud, and also heard its thoughts:

I want to be born;

I want to survive;

I yearn for this world.

The Holy Grail anticipates this world, a world that holds no joy for him, Kirei Kotomine would never refuse a child's plea for "birth," even if that child, like himself, is sinful.

Even--

That's precisely why we must save 'it'.

Because denying sin is denying oneself, the self that can only find satisfaction in the suffering of others— Kirei Kotomine would never do that.

Even if 'it' will destroy the world?

Emiya Kiritsugu frowned and asked, but what he said sent a chill down Waver's spine.

"So what?" Kirei Kotomine face expressionless. "Have you forgotten the faces you made when you hoped for miracles, the ugly spectacle of you pinning your selfish desires on the Holy Grail, and the way you slaughtered your own kind? Once you learned that the Holy Grail couldn't grant your wishes, you rushed to commit acts of destruction in the name of justice. You selfish people... what right do you have to criticize 'it' and laugh at me?"

"You--"

Upon hearing the priest's remarks, Waver seemed to want to argue with him, but after thinking for a long time, he couldn't come up with a suitable response, and his face turned bright red.

The sound of the safety being pulled interrupted Waver's embarrassment. Taking advantage of this time, Emiya Kiritsugu had already reloaded the magazine, calmly raised his left hand, and the Contender was once again aimed at Kirei Kotomine.

"Oh--"

Facing the dark muzzle of a gun, knowing there was no hope of escape Kirei Kotomine curled his lips into a mocking smile and then fell silent.

Immediately afterwards--

The bullet fired from the Contender's barrel pierced directly through Kirei Kotomine's forehead.

Although the area from the bridge of his nose upwards was completely blown away, the sarcastic smile on his lips still seemed so glaring.

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Chapter 132. The Final Battle (Part 1)

In front of the main hall of Ryuudou Temple

An unimaginable atmosphere of anxiety is constantly surging here.

With the Holy Sword held horizontally in front of her, Saber once again blocked the heavily falling demonic sword. Then, in the next second, a blinding red light flashed like a venomous snake in the corner of her eye.

"Tsk--"

Saber gritted his teeth, then subconsciously used a technique to deflect Lancelot's weapon from its intended trajectory, before raising his foot and kicking it hard into Lancelot's black armor.

Because of Saber's timely kick, she used the recoil to escape the battlefield in time, preventing Diarmuid's attack from succeeding. However, as the chief knight of the Fianna Knights, he was not so easily defeated. Seeing that his attack had failed, his crimson Magic Spear changed from a thrust to a sweep, slashing fiercely across Saber's magic-based armor before she could completely withdraw.

The crimson Magic Spear sent a trail of vibrant red blood blossoms flying, only to vanish in an instant.

"..."

Saber, regaining her footing, couldn't help but frown slightly. Even though she was on guard against the Lancer Knight's dual pistols, she ultimately couldn't dodge the attack.

Clutching her wounded abdomen, Saber felt the pain as the blood seeping from the wound stained her armor.

"Caster..."

He tried to call upon Medea to heal his wounds, but received no response.

After looking up at Medea's position in mid-air, Saber realized—

At this moment, the battlefield in the sky was no easier than their own.

Damn it!

Medea, having dodged the bull's charge once again, couldn't help but curse under her breath. She had naturally heard Saber's call, but the current situation on the battlefield did not allow her to be distracted in the slightest; there was no time to even casually cast a healing spell.

This is not--

A black shadow suddenly pounced on her in mid-air.

&--

Seemingly prepared for this attack, in the next instant, the Magecraft gathered in Medea's hands directly engulfed the black figure in mid-air.

When the smoke from the Magecraft dissipated, the black figure from before had been reduced to ashes by her Magecraft.

Although she defused the enemy's attack with little effort, the water droplets gradually forming on Medea's temples and the heaving of her chest beneath her robes betrayed her condition.

With a slight downward glance, Medea's eyes were drawn to --

Skull masks and black robes, dozens or even hundreds of bizarrely dressed groups, like venomous snakes flicking their tongues in a snake pit, stare at their prey with cold, vertical pupils. The pale bone masks exude a chilling aura under the moonlight.

--Bai Hassan of the Hundred Faces.

As the Assassin class characters in this Holy Grail War, their role was limited to reconnaissance and assassination. On the front lines, even after being enhanced by the Black Mud, they were nothing more than a Magecraft trick to Medea.

But in this kind of [war of attrition] situation... yes, a war of attrition.

Like ignorant ants rushing towards prey dozens of times their own size, the Assassins launched a suicidal attack on Medea while the Riders were attacking, in order to prevent her from taking advantage of the opening to escape the battlefield or to support Saber.

In this situation, the numerous Hassan were the perfect "cannon fodder."

And the one who started all of this—"Irisviel"—simply watched this scene silently, a cruel smile playing on her lips.

In her view, the feeling of the scales gradually shifting in her favor was wonderful. She believed that without any support, both Saber and Caster would soon become her "nourishment."

By then...

Lost in thought about future plans, Irisviel didn't immediately notice the changes on the field. By the time she came to her senses, she discovered two "unexpected" guests on the battlefield.

"In the name of your lord, Diarmuid there!"

"Can't you at least try to take care of the patient...?"

Wang Xiaoming, who had been "supported" all the way by Kayneth, said weakly, but all he got in return was a disdainful look from Kayneth.