My Destiny Illustrated Book of Shape Moon

Fifteen kilometers southeast of the increasingly chaotic Warehouse Street.

Fuyuki Church was shrouded in a quiet night, while the man in a cassock sat in the darkness of the basement with his eyes tightly closed.

To others, Kotomine Kirei seemed to be meditating. But who would have thought that his ears were listening to the whistling of the sea breeze, and his eyes were watching the sparks of gold and iron?

But the man was not in a good condition at this time. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he clenched the handle tightly with his palms, almost crushing the steel chair.

"Kirei? Kirei! Kotomine Kirei!"

There is an ancient gramophone on the table, with a traditional morning glory speaker, but the turntable and pointer that should be under the speaker are not there. Instead of these structures, there is a huge gem supported by wires.

There is no doubt that this is a magical device that can only be modified by the magic side, and that it can use gems to carry out resonance sound transmission. In the entire Fuyuki City, only the Tohsaka family has such accomplishments.

Tokiomi Tosaka's slightly anxious shout was coming from the brass loudspeaker.

Stimulated by the sounds from the outside world, the man groaned and finally opened his eyes.

"I'm fine, teacher."

"Huh, that's great." Tohsaka Tokiomi's relieved voice came from the speaker, "What happened, Kirei?"

The man with a depressed face said: "Assassin was discovered, and the person who discovered him is...Berserker."

Tokiomi Tosaka: "Ah..."

An eerie silence fell. Assassin, who is best at hiding, was captured by Berserker, the most irrational person. This shock was no less shocking than Lancelot wearing a dangerous beast costume and finding Matthew...

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After a while, Tokiomi Tosaka reacted: "Kirei, your empathy has not been resolved?"

"Yes, teacher. ≋≋x≋.≋c≋o≋m≋" Kirei replied truthfully.

Sympathy, or shared perception.

This is the result of Kirei's three years of training. The contract partner who is connected by the magic circuit can share the perception of the sensory organs. In the Holy Grail War, this technology can completely monitor the actions of Servants from a long distance, and it is very practical. If his servant is Assassin who is good at reconnaissance, it will be even more powerful.

The only drawback is that this ability must have the consent of the contractor, that is, the shared object of consciousness. Tokiomi himself, who passed this skill on to Kirei, was now rejected by Archer. For the arrogant King of Heroes, even if the other person is his master, spying on him is still an extremely unreasonable thing.

Kirei, who maintains empathy with Assassin, naturally suffered the same pain as Assassin when his limbs were torn off by Berserker, dropped from a high altitude, and then fell heavily to the ground.

If an ordinary person suffered such an injury, he would only die. However, Assassin is a servant and will not die. However, because of this, the pain beyond death is even more difficult for the experienced agents to bear.

"I see, thank you for your hard work, Kirei." Tokiomi Tokiomi's tone softened, "Then have a good rest. I will personally monitor the battle in Warehouse Street."

"Thank you teacher."

Kotomine Kirei ended the communication and slowly closed his eyes.

The moment his vision fell into darkness, the remaining fear, pain and despair swallowed up the priest like a dark tide. ̳x̳.̳c̳o̳m̳

Under the emotion that was enough to drive people crazy, Kotomine Kirei's face was no longer depressed, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

He is laughing.

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After ending the communication, Tokiomi Tosaka rubbed his eyebrows and couldn't help but sigh.

There are now six heroic spirits, Saber, Lancer, Rider, Archer, Berserker and Assassin, gathered in Warehouse Street. This is a scale that has never been seen in previous Holy Grail Wars.

Six heroes from different eras and different personalities gathered together, and they didn't know how chaotic the situation would become.

And if he sends his familiar there now, there will be a period of information gap, and he will not have time to react in time.

What's even worse is that the alliance was revealed, and Assassin was thrown in front of Gilgamesh... Did the master of Berserker want Archer to throw a rat into a trap?

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However, with the character of that king...

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Warehouse Street

Under the astonished gazes of everyone at the scene, the churning magic power gradually solidified and turned into a tall shadow - yes, that strange appearance can only be described with the word "shadow".

The "man's" tall and strong body was completely wrapped in armor, leaving no gaps at all. But it's completely different from the silver armor Saber wears or Archer's luxurious gold outfit. The black armor that the man wore had neither exquisite decoration nor polished luster. There is only blackness as deep as the endless darkness and the bottomless abyss. Even the face was covered by a steel mask and could not be seen.

The only thing left is the strange look of a pair of eyes burning like flames deep in the gap drilled in the mask.

There is no doubt that this is a Servant.

But what kind of heroic spirit is this ominous figure? This black knight does not possess the glorious elements possessed by the heroic spirits who have appeared.

Diarmuid, Knight King Artoria, Conqueror King Iskandar, and Hero King Gilgamesh all have their own unique style, which is what they can boast about as heroic spirits. . This kind of glory is called "legend", which is condensed from everyone's admiration and admiration. It is also a necessary element for them to become "Noble Phantasm" (Noble Phantasm).

However, there is no such element in the black knight who just appeared. If I really want to say it, it may be closer to Assassin. The darkness surrounding the black armor is completely a "fluctuation of negative energy."

Then that person should not be a heroic spirit, but some kind of "vindictive spirit"...

"...Hey, King of Conquerors. Why don't you invite him to join?" Lancer did not dare to be careless and stared at the black knight. He could only speak in a flirtatious tone, teasing Rider.

Rider frowned after being teased. "Even if I wanted to invite him, the guy seemed like there was no room for discussion from the beginning."

What emanates from the black knight is endless murderous intent. Even the whirlwind generated by the magic power seemed to be a groaning sound, full of evil energy.

Berserker...everyone knew intuitively that it was Berserker without even asking. Such a ferocious wave of murderous intent could not be thought of except by the berserker.

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"Look, I can't see it!" Weber, who was staring at the Black Knight, stammered and shouted, "Regardless of the ability value or other information, I can't see it at all!"

Not only Rider, but also Saber, Lancer, and Irisviel who was watching the battle noticed it. No matter how hard I looked, I couldn't see Berserker's appearance clearly.

The black armor is like an out-of-focus image, its outline always blurry and hazy. Sometimes it even appears to be divided into two or three shadows. It seems that not only the vision, but also the Master's abilities are affected.

That heroic spirit should have some special ability or curse that can confuse the enemy and hide its origin.

"Even the Master's ability doesn't work?" Iskandar muttered, "A Berserker who can hide his identity... the quality of this Holy Grail War is really high."

At this moment, the black knight stood on the long street, looking at the golden king standing on the street lamp.

In the middle of them, the bloody Assassin lay on the cement floor like some kind of solid-liquid mixture. Only the occasional twitching showed that he was suffering from the pain of living.

But soon, a golden spear penetrated Assassin's head, mercifully killing him.

Gilgamesh, who shot this Noble Phantasm, didn't even look at his nominal "ally", but stared at the dark knight, with eyes that looked more like some kind of snake than a human, lurking like a volcanic eruption. of anger.

Only he knew that Berserker's intimidating gaze was only directed at him standing on the street lamp.

"You think I will save him? Huh, wishful thinking!"

The swords and spears floating to the left and right of the King of Heroes slowly turned around and pointed at Berserker, who had become the primary target for sniping.

"Bastard. At least die a good death and entertain me."

Following Archer's cold declaration, the gun and sword shot out in the air.