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Chapter 185 Sudden Battle
Chapter 185 Sudden Battle
Tohsaka Residence.
As night fell, the mansion, perched atop the hill, resembled a sleeping beast, silently overlooking the city.
To ordinary people, it is just a magnificent mansion, but in the magician's spiritual vision, it is a fortress-like den of dragons and tigers.
Countless invisible streams of magical light intertwined around the mansion, forming a dense and deadly protective barrier.
The moment any unauthorized magical fluctuation touches this net, it will trigger a devastating counterattack.
However, in the quiet of the night, a dark figure silently slipped in.
That's an assassin.
To be precise, it is one of the many personalities of the assassin Hassan al-Sabah.
He wore a pale skull mask and moved like a ghost through the shadows of the courtyard.
Those sensory barriers that could burn an ordinary magician to ashes seemed to be useless against his high-level class skill called [Aura Concealment].
"Hmph, so this is the defense of the Tohsaka family, one of the three founding families?"
Beneath the mask, he let out a silent sneer.
so easy.
It was so easy that he even felt a little bored.
His mission was to infiltrate the mansion and test the legendary bow servant.
Ideally, we could just kill Tokiomi Tohsaka.
He easily avoided two infrared magic traps, clinging to the exterior wall of the mansion like a gecko, and climbed toward the second-floor terrace that emitted a strong magical reaction.
Once you cross this fence, you can enter Tokiomi Tohsaka's magic workshop.
At that time, assassination or sabotage will be a piece of cake.
Just as he was about to exert his strength to flip himself over, a voice shouted, "Who gave you permission to look up?"
A cold, arrogant, and majestic voice, as if from the clouds, suddenly rang out above his head.
He struggled to lift his head.
On that terrace stood a man whose entire body radiated golden light.
He wore a gleaming suit of armor, his golden hair fluttering slightly in the night breeze, and his crimson snake eyes looked down at him.
That look in his eyes wasn't like looking at an enemy, or even a human being.
Instead, they were watching a bedbug that had accidentally crawled into their garden and dirtied the carpet.
"Mongrel."
The golden-haired man uttered the word with disdain.
No chanting or any physical action is required.
In the void behind him, golden ripples spread out out of thin air.
Those were ripples in space, doors connecting to the treasures of ancient Babylon.
One, two, three...
Countless magical artifacts—swords, spears, halberds, and blades—emerged slowly from the golden ripples, emanating a breathtaking aura of magical power.
They aimed at the assassin whose image was pasted on the wall.
The assassin's pupils contracted sharply. He released his grip, attempting to use his aura to conceal his presence and escape back into the shadows.
"Since you're here, use your death to please me."
The man didn't even lift a finger.
Whoosh whoosh! ! !
Several Noble Phantasms rained down like a meteor shower, their golden light illuminating the night sky of Fuyuki City.
Each weapon is a legendary treasure, yet they are now being treated as disposable objects.
"Aaaaaah!!!"
The first spear pierced his shoulder, pinning him firmly to the lawn.
Then came the second game, the third game...
Boom boom boom—!
A violent explosion resounded through the sky, and the Tohsaka family's courtyard was instantly transformed into a huge meteorite crater.
The smoke and dust cleared.
The nimble assassin had been reduced to an unrecognizable mass of flesh, his skull mask and all, crushed into the mud.
On the terrace, Gilgamesh watched this scene indifferently, the red light in his eyes gradually fading.
"Boring."
He turned away, not even bothering to glance at the pile of wreckage again, as if he had merely swatted a mosquito.
Tohsaka Residence, the Underground Magic Workshop.
Tokiomi Tohsaka sat in a high-backed chair made of red velvet, swirling a glass of red wine in his hand, watching everything that was happening in the courtyard through a surveillance spell.
An elegant and confident smile appeared on his lips.
"Perfect."
He murmured in admiration, "As expected of the King of Heroes, just a slight release of his power is enough to annihilate everyone else."
On the sofa opposite him sat two men dressed as priests.
One of them was his ally, Kirei Kotomine, the overseer of the Holy Church.
The other is his son, Kirei Kotomine, who is also the executor of this plan.
"Is this the power of the oldest king?" Li Zheng nodded in satisfaction.
Although he already knew how powerful this Servant was, witnessing this way of fighting, where Noble Phantasms were used as consumables, still made his heart skip a beat.
"That assassin... even though it was just an avatar, it was still a Heroic Spirit."
"That's enough."
Tokiomi put down his wine cup, a calculating glint in his eyes: "By sacrificing an assassin's clone, we'll make everyone believe that the assassin has already left the scene."
"In this way, Kirei's remaining clones can become our sharpest eyes and ears on this unguarded battlefield."
This was a perfect performance.
Use a sacrifice to gain absolute intelligence advantage.
"However..." Riss hesitated for a moment before speaking, "Tokiomi, although the operation is progressing smoothly, the anomalies observed these past two nights..."
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He took out a piece of parchment, on which were recorded the data observed by the crystal ball not long ago.
"The Avenger who took over the spellcaster's position, and the magical reaction that appeared at an altitude of 20,000 meters... these were not part of our plan."
Li Zheng's tone was full of worry: "Especially that reaction high in the sky, who was that? Was it a powerful magician we didn't expect?"
"It's alright."
Tokiomi waved his hand, interrupting his old friend's worries.
His face still wore that confident, all-knowing smile.
"No matter what variables arise, they are meaningless in the face of absolute power."
"Gilgamesh is invincible; he is the pinnacle of all Heroic Spirits, the absolute solution against all Servants."
"We just need to follow the steps and wait for him to bring the Holy Grail back to us."
Tokiomi's belief in Gilgamesh's power stemmed not only from his trust in Gilgamesh's abilities, but also from his superstitious belief in the concept of "mystery" as a traditional magician.
The oldest is the strongest.
This is an ironclad rule in the world of magic.
Kirei Kotomine sat silently in the shadows, listening to his father and teacher's conversation with an expressionless face.
His eyes were empty, like a stagnant pool.
He felt absolutely no resonance with Tokiomi's speech, which was full of pride and confidence.
Compared to those...
Kirei's mind was filled with the images he had just seen through the familiar.
The look in the eyes of that golden king when he executed Assassin.
That wasn't anger, nor was it murderous intent.
Rather, it's pure...boredom.
"Are you bored...?"
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Kirei pondered the word in his heart.
This is true.
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