Magician in Type-Moon

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This is unacceptable! This is unforgivable!

Before the mission began, he scolded Kobayashi, "Have you ruined your brain by playing with anime?"

But when we were kids, who didn't watch those popular tokusatsu and anime series? Who didn't want to be a passing Kamen Rider, defeat the monsters in style, and then leave without a trace?

Who doesn't want to be a hero?

American cultural anthropologist Ruth Benedict wrote a book called "The Chrysanthemum and the Sword," in which she described how the Japanese were bound by a sense of responsibility called "righteousness," and that the pursuit of these seemingly meaningless things had become an instinct or origin for some.

Kiritsugu Emiya is like this, and Shirou Emiya, who may appear in the future, will be the same. At this very moment, Captain Ichiro Ogi is also caught up in it.

Being caught in a bizarre sense of righteousness and experiencing a strange fear became the trigger, igniting Yangmu's violent rage.

So what if we're fighting alone? So what if we're surrounded by enemies?

Since the base has been compromised and there are no useful instructions on the radio channel, even if communication is restored, it may be an enemy trap. So let's cut off the radio.

To the enemy who murdered Kobayashi, I will grind you into mincemeat and burn you to a crisp.

Chapter 61 The Stone Theory

Yang Mukongwei had lost the ability to think rationally; his mouth was twisted into a maniacal grin, and he gripped the control stick as if he held supreme power. At this moment, he felt that he should be the real Grim Reaper.

The "stone" theory that someone once mentioned—that holding onto a stone is like holding onto power—is perfectly embodied in Lieutenant Yang Mu.

“I’ll make you pay!” he growled in a low voice, then cut off the radio and quickly disarmed all the weapons.

Four AIM-7 Sparrow missiles, four AIM-9 Sidewinder missiles, and 940 rounds of M61 Vulcan cannon fire were all ready. The nose of the aircraft flipped up, and the enemy's silhouette was easily spotted using the head-up display's sights.

"Such a large target, it's impossible for us to miss."

He decided to use a saturation attack, blasting out all the weapons.

"Kill it before it gets eaten!"

With a roar, Yangmu pressed the launch button. Four Sparrow missiles and four Sidewinder missiles detached from their racks almost simultaneously, streaking across the sky with dazzling flashes of light, heading straight for the Black Mud Dragon.

The Black Mud Dragon nimbly dodged in the air, but the speed and accuracy of the missiles made it difficult to completely avoid them. Several missiles hit their targets, and the explosions instantly engulfed parts of the dragon's body, sending black mud flying everywhere.

At the same time, Yang Mukong continued firing relentlessly, the Vulcan cannon spewing out a dense stream of bullets, forming a deadly barrage that hurtled straight towards the Black Mud Flying Dragon.

The firepower was poured out recklessly, without any restraint.

With a muffled clang, a chilling tremor shook the machine. Lieutenant Yogi's honed combat instincts told him—danger was coming from directly above.

He immediately looked up, and what he saw dealt the most fatal blow to his already fragile rationality.

Suddenly, a black, enclosed whirlwind enveloped the fighter jet above the cockpit canopy; it was a swarm of insects.

These insects were not hindered by the airflow of the fighter jet and quickly coalesced into a human figure, standing upright on the fuselage.

Lieutenant Yoki's pupils suddenly contracted, and his heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand.

The figure's face appeared and disappeared amidst the wriggling of the insects; its face was filled with eeriness and terror, like a messenger from hell.

“What…what is this…” Captain Yang Mu muttered to himself, his palms already soaked with sweat from the control stick.

At this moment, the humanoid figure formed from the insects slowly lowered its head, its gaze fixed on Captain Yang Mu in the cockpit, its icy eyes seeming to pierce through his soul.

"Goodbye, pilot. You're really unlucky to have stumbled into a battlefield you shouldn't be on," the figure said in a low voice, carrying an ominous premonition.

The insect-like figure pulled a gun-like weapon from its chest and coldly pointed it at Lieutenant Yangmu, who was struggling desperately in the driver's seat. Lieutenant Yangmu's eyes widened, filled with fear and despair; his heart pounded wildly, and his mind was a complete mess.

"No...no..." he screamed desperately, but it was all in vain.

"boom!"

A gunshot seemed to announce his fate. The bullet pierced the cockpit canopy with unerring accuracy, striking Lieutenant Yogi in the head. His body jolted violently before collapsing limply into his seat, blood instantly staining the cockpit crimson.

On his deathbed, countless thoughts flashed through Ichiro Ogaki's mind like a revolving lantern. He recalled his family in the countryside, the Shinto rituals, his grandparents' teachings, and his childhood disdain for those myths and legends.

"If I had believed those myths and legends back then, would my fate have been different?" he asked himself, but the answer was forever lost to him.

The images in his mind gradually blurred, and the sounds around him faded away. Yang Muyi's consciousness gradually sank into darkness, as if being swallowed by an endless abyss. He felt a chilling invasion, and his consciousness began to dissipate.

"In the end, I still couldn't become a hero."

This last thought vanished like a wisp of smoke along with his life in the war-torn sky.

The figure formed from the insects watched all this silently, cold and ruthless. He put away his gun, and his body once again transformed into countless insects, crawling into the cockpit of the fighter jet through the bullet holes.

Inside the cockpit, Lieutenant Yoki lay in a pool of blood, showing no signs of life.

The insects moved rapidly in the confined space, like a tide in the darkness, filling the entire cockpit, the tiny insects crawling into every corner.

Matou Ike crawled into the cockpit, looked at the lifeless body of the pilot, and began to chant.

【Asche zu Asche】

This is a spell from the Necromancer school, a magic trick that necromancers love to use to destroy corpses, but the meaning of the incantation is actually "dust to dust," which is truly ironic.

During this process, he also used necromancy to read the pilot's memories.

After cleaning the cockpit, Matou Ike sat steadily in the driver's seat, his eyes slightly brightening.

Although he had no experience learning to fly in Hawaii, his Deconstruction Magic Eye and the memories from that air captain allowed him to skillfully pilot this aerial monster he had never encountered before.

"Is the Vulcan cannon all we have left? That's enough."

Matou Ike pulled up the control stick with both hands, and the fighter jet, which was originally falling in a straight line, miraculously regained its balance.

Inside the cockpit, Matou Ike coldly controlled the fighter jet that didn't belong to him. His insects quickly invaded every corner and took control of the key control system.

The fighter jet's instrument panel flashed wildly, and alarms blared throughout the cockpit, but this was no problem for Matou Ike. He calmly maneuvered the aircraft, quickly pulling it up and back into the air.

“Now it’s Round 2,” Matou Ike muttered to himself, his gaze cold and resolute.

He maneuvered the fighter jet, quickly adjusted its direction, and locked onto the Rider in the sky.

The Vulcan cannon roared deafeningly, unleashing a torrent of bullets aimed at Rider and his vehicle as they circled in the air.

The shells traced dense trajectories in the air, as if they were trying to completely destroy any targets in their path.

Seeing that his Master had already launched the second round of the battle, Berserker was not to be outdone.

The black mud dragon beneath him roared deafeningly, its black scales shimmering with an eerie light. It spread its wings, accelerated suddenly, and pounced straight at the Rider in the air.

......

Archer was looking down from mid-air at the battle between several heroic spirits on the viaduct.

"What an appalling and hideous sight..."

"I thought that although these people were just bastards, they were at least some well-known strongmen. I didn't expect that everyone was only concerned with their own opponent and could not see the true glory of the king."

"Don't you think so, Tokiomi?"

Chapter 62 Archer

Archer was still immersed in sadness, but Tokiomi Tohsaka, who was allowed to share the boat, was completely different; he was in a state of confusion due to restlessness and anxiety.

Even the question that King Gilgamesh had just asked him, Tokiomi forgot to answer.

Gilgamesh didn't care. He had already seen through what Tokiomi, who served him as a subject, was thinking. He simply shook his head and sneered. In his mind, Tokiomi's ability as a subject had been downgraded once again.

On the other hand, Tokiomi Tohsaka's palms were already sweating. He could no longer care about the king beside him; his mind was preoccupied with why the operation had turned out this way.

All magic should be kept secret—it is precisely because the Tohsaka family strictly adheres to this fundamental principle that the Mage's Association appointed them as the second administrator.

The chase between Assassin and Lancer was already captivating enough, but now even an overpass has been sliced ​​in half with a single shot – this is simply too exaggerated.

The Japanese government has now realized the seriousness of the situation, which is undoubtedly a serious dereliction of duty by the authorities.

Tokiomi Tohsaka was anxious; he knew that the situation could not be delayed any longer.

Fortunately, they had a priest like Risei Kotomine as an ally in this Holy Grail War, and they really went to great lengths to keep it a secret.

Thinking of this, Tokiomi Tohsaka felt even more grateful to Father Risho, his father's close friend, and he also resolved from the bottom of his heart to maintain this friendship with the Kotomine family so that it could continue.

Looking down at the battlefield engulfed in flames, Tokiomi Tohsaka realized that if this incident wasn't resolved quickly, it would inevitably lead to an unprecedented tragedy. This was no longer just a simple plan to hunt down Lancer, or a question of what the future of the Holy Grail War would be.

At the cost of the Tohsaka family's prestige, this battle must be resolved as soon as possible before the number of witnesses increases.

Tokiomi Tohsaka took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, and turned to look at Archer.

"king..."

"Shut up, Tokiomi. You seem to have forgotten to answer my question."

Just as Tokiomi opened his mouth, he was coldly interrupted by Gilgamesh's voice, and the scepter inlaid with red gems in his hand awkwardly seemed to have nowhere to go.

After a moment of reflection, Tokiomi realized that he had indeed lost his manners.

In terms of knowing when to advance and when to retreat, Tokiomi is quite good. He adjusted his emotions and spoke again:

"Your Majesty, these people are like insects blinded by a leaf, naturally unable to see the true glory of the king. Therefore, you are needed to show them your true power and let those insects recognize their own position."

Gilgamesh raised an eyebrow slightly, seemingly satisfied with Tokiomi's words, and a mocking smile appeared on his lips:

"Very well, Tokiomi, it seems you do have some self-awareness." He paused slightly, a hint of contempt flashing in his eyes:

"But if everyone wants to witness the true king's glory, must I show it to them one by one?"

Tokiomi's heart tightened. He understood Gilgamesh's impatience. He had to balance respect and pleading at this delicate moment, maintaining his own position without making Gilgamesh feel like he was giving orders.

"The glory of the king is naturally beyond the reach of ordinary people, but at this moment, not only insects want to pay homage to the king's glory, but also that fellow who presumptuously claimed the title of king, whom you reported to earlier."

Gilgamesh snorted coldly, his contempt even more evident in his eyes:

"Tokiomi, you certainly know how to please me."

Seeing that Gilgamesh's expression had softened, Tokiomi Tohsaka decided to intensify his verbal offensive.

"Now, all the king needs to do is make a slight move, kill Lancer, and end this disaster. The people of this land will surely sing praises to the king for his achievements."

"Tokiomi, do you really think I am completely unaware of the situation outside? That Lancer is no longer an ally of that usurper, is he? As for the reverence of the people of this land, do you think I need such a thing?"

Gilgamesh's sudden change of attitude caught Tokiomi Tohsaka off guard.

His heart tightened, and he subconsciously looked at the back of his hand, where he found something that could temporarily make Gilgamesh obey—a Command Seal.

Gilgamesh observed Tokiomi's actions, a smile gradually appearing on his face, as if he were anticipating something.

A play about a disloyal subject? Although it's a bit old-fashioned, if it's performed well enough, it can still be considered an interesting play.