radicalducati Chapter 127 The Foundation of a Prestigious Magic Family
Chapter 127 The Foundation of a Prestigious Magic Family
In the dark, dense forest behind the Tohsaka residence.
"Bang!!"
The violent wind pressure and deafening magical roar emanating from the front courtyard caused the leaves in the dense forest to tremble violently, even across the entire massive mansion.
Kiritsugu Emiya lay prone at an excellent sniping spot.
Through the scope of a sniper rifle equipped with thermal imaging and night vision, he coldly stared at the window on the second floor of the Tohsaka Mansion, which was lit by a dim yellow light.
He had tactical miniature earpieces plugged into his ears, and Hisayu Maiya's cold, intermittent reporting could be heard:
"Kiritsugu... Berserker has left the scene, Saber is being held back by the suddenly appearing Assassin halfway up the mountain, and Lancer's Spirit Origin reaction has completely disappeared."
"Lady Irisviel...the lady's condition is very bad. The Lesser Grail has absorbed a huge number of souls, and her life functions are collapsing."
"Understood. Protect Alice and get her to the safe house immediately. Leave this to me."
Kiritsugu cut off the communication, and a cold, resolute glint flashed in his lifeless eyes, which were as dull as a dead fish.
Everything is going off track.
Kariya Matou's intrusion, Saber's lateness, Lancer's instant defeat... the male King Arthur's combat power far exceeded his expectations.
However, this also created a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!
King Arthur was facing off at the front gate, while Assassin was slowing Saber down. At this moment, Tokiomi Tohsaka had no servants protecting him.
Kiritsugu's lips curled into a slight smile.
Magicians always arrogantly rely on their followers and those fancy defensive barriers, yet they know nothing about the kinetic energy of modern weapons.
Through the thermal imaging scope, he could clearly see the silhouette of the person sitting upright in the mahogany chair in the study.
Distance: 400 meters.
Wind speed, southwest wind, three meters per second.
Once the ammunition is loaded, it is a .300 Winchester Magnum armor-piercing round capable of easily penetrating the steel plates of an armored vehicle.
"It's time to take over, Tokiomi Tohsaka."
Kiritsugu pressed down on the trigger with his index finger without hesitation.
"Bang!"
A faint burst of light shot from the muzzle of the gun equipped with a silencer.
The supersonic armor-piercing projectile tore through the night sky, its grimace echoing as it precisely struck the floor-to-ceiling window of the second-floor study!
However, just as the bullet was about to hit the glass...
"Buzz!"
A faint, almost imperceptible dark red ripple suddenly spread out in the void outside the window.
There was no violent explosion, no crisp sound of a magic shield being shattered.
The armor-piercing bullet, powerful enough to tear through steel plates, seemed to fall into an absolutely still alternate dimension the moment it touched the ripples.
The kinetic energy was instantly drained by a more massive and ancient force, and then, like weightless scrap metal, it fell onto the windowsill with a "clang".
"What?!"
Kiritsugu's pupils contracted sharply, and he immediately turned his gun around, preparing to fire a follow-up shot.
But they discovered that the humanoid silhouette in the thermal imaging scope was holding a wine glass and slowly standing up from the chair.
The figure turned around and, through the darkness of four hundred meters, accurately "looked" at the sniper position where he was.
"Now that you're here, why hide in that filthy mud, Kiritsugu Emiya?"
A deep, elegant voice, surprisingly, reached Kiritsugu's ears clearly through the vibrations of the surrounding air.
This is not a sound transmission magic trick; it is absolute control over the "medium" of the surrounding space!
Kiritsugu felt a chill run down his spine. Without hesitation, he abandoned his sniper rifle, rolled behind a thick tree trunk, and simultaneously pressed the detonator in his hand.
While he was infiltrating the dense forest, he had already installed enough high explosives to flatten half of the courtyard on the load-bearing pillars of the Tohsaka residence's back wall.
"Click".
The detonator was pressed, but there was no response.
"Are you looking for those alchemical scraps stuck to the base of the wall?"
Tokiomi Tohsaka's voice rang out again, this time with less of his usual rigidity and more of a chilling composure.
"Phew~"
Suddenly, without warning, a bewitching dark red flame rose from the ground in the backyard of the Tohsaka residence.
The flames did not ignite any flowers, grass, or trees, but they seemed to be alive, precisely licking the explosives and fuses that Kiritsugu had installed.
Under Tokiomi's exquisite jewel magic, the chemical structure inside the explosive was directly decomposed, turning into wisps of harmless blue smoke.
"This is impossible..." Kiritsugu's forehead was covered in cold sweat.
"Emiya Kiritsugu, you may be an extremely skilled assassin. Your modern tactics can indeed make those rigid magicians suffer."
In the study on the second floor, Tokiomi Tohsaka gently swirled the brandy in his glass, watching the mouse outside the window, which was panicking in its territory.
"But you'll never understand what true family heritage spanning hundreds of years really means! What the Tohsaka family's true privilege is!"
As Tokiomi finished speaking, a deep, rumbling sound, like a dragon awakening, echoed from the depths of the Tohsaka residence.
The most vital spiritual vein in Fuyuki City lost its heavy burden of "providing the Gold King with immense magical power".
It was extracted without reservation by Tokiomi Tohsaka using his highest authority as "land administrator"!
At this point, Tokiomi Tohsaka was no longer an ordinary Master participating in the Holy Grail War.
He exploited a loophole in the rules and became the administrator of the ceremony.
In this magical realm, which has been managed by the ancestors of the Tohsaka family for hundreds of years, he is the absolute rule!
"Boom boom boom!"
The surface of the trees surrounding Kiritsugu began to show a dense array of defensive spells.
The surrounding air was forcibly sucked out, and gravity was distorted in this small area.
"Damn it! He turned the whole mountain into a fortress!"
Kiritsugu felt the tearing sensation in his lungs caused by lack of oxygen, and without hesitation, he pulled out a dagger engraved with magic patterns from inside his coat.
He plunged the needle deep into his own thigh, using the intense pain to stimulate his nerves and forcefully activate "Time Control".
"Time Alter - Double Accel (Time-Controlled, 2x Speed)!"
Kiritsugu's body became a blur, and despite the massive rupture of his capillaries, he crashed through the edge of the defensive barrier in a very disheveled state and fled frantically down the mountain.
Tokiomi stood by the window, watching Kiritsugu's fleeing figure, but did not choose to give chase.
Tokiomi downed the wine in his cup in one gulp, his eyes flashing with a cold yet burning ambition.
Meanwhile, in front of the main gate of the Tohsaka residence.
The raging hurricane has finally subsided.
Diarmuidona's broken, doomed yellow rose lay silently on the ravaged ground, like a wordless tombstone.
The Celtic knight's spirit origin is now transforming into countless golden specks of light, returning to the cruel Holy Grail.
Arthur remained in the same stance, holding his sword in one hand, his silver and dark blue cloak fluttering in the night wind.
He didn't look at the remaining traces of the battle on the ground, but instead looked at the dark slope ahead.
"Da, da, da..."
A slightly heavy, yet incredibly firm metallic sound came from the shadows of the ramp.
A moment later, a petite figure stepped into the moonlight.
Her dazzling golden updo was slightly disheveled in the wind, and a few specks of dust clung to her delicate face.
On that once pristine silver armor, the left shoulder guard was completely shattered, and the dried blood appeared a shocking dark red under the moonlight.
That was the King of Britain who had just buried the spirits of the past and severed Lancelot's obsession.
Artoria Pendragon.