Magician in Type-Moon

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The voice paused slightly, then chuckled with a hint of mischievousness:

"Saint Seiya warriors don't fall for a second attack!"

His rambling remarks echoed in the frozen air, but Matou Ike did not respond.

It wasn't that he didn't want to respond; it was simply that, under the influence of "Stagnation," which had unleashed an almost overwhelming amount of magic, his vocal cords were unable to move.

At this moment, there is only one thing on this battlefield that can break the concept of "stagnation"—the Origin Bullet known as the "Magician's Nemesis".

While the original Origin Bullet was powerful enough to destroy a magician, it was far from enough to tear apart the entire "stagnant" space.

However, once it was elevated to a Noble Phantasm, its power leaped to a level sufficient to obliterate the concept of a magician.

—And the Realistic Marble, as a manifestation of the magician's mental image, is essentially also part of the magician.

The reclusive alchemist Just did not respond to his ancestor's mocking remarks.

He simply kept silently pulling the trigger.

In this still world, the only things still moving forward are those trajectories that break free from the stagnation—the Origin Bomb tears through the air like a carving knife slicing through solid ice, shattering the absolute dominance of "stagnation".

The gunshot had no echo or extra vibration, as if even the "sound" itself could not propagate normally in this area.

"I already said, this kind of method is completely useless nowadays."

Kiz's voice carried a hint of mockery, yet also sounded like he was helplessly repeating some trivial fact.

His judgment was correct—every Origin Bullet was blocked by the Swordsman of Light just as it was about to reach his body, just like the tragic witch before, who used her own existence as a protective barrier.

Even after the concept of the Origin Bullet was elevated, it still cannot change the fact that it is essentially an "anti-personnel Noble Phantasm".

The capture limit is only one person.

Even so, Juste's actions did not stop.

He showed no sign of disappointment or anxiety, and did not even respond to Kiz's words, but continued to pull the trigger with perfect precision.

He certainly understood that the Origin Missile alone could not kill Kiz.

But his target was never Kiz himself.

But -

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Just's target is neither Kiz nor Matouchi.

With the gun barrel slightly raised, there was no hesitation in his eyes as his finger steadily pulled the trigger.

His goal is to become a swordsman of light.

It wasn't out of any sophisticated strategy or a desire to create some kind of miracle; he was simply clearing away the obstacles that were preventing the Origin Missile from landing.

"boom--!"

Gunshots rang out one after another in the "stagnant" world. With each pull of the trigger, the bullet tore through the stagnant air, carrying the concept of stripping away magic straight through the target.

Even though the world's time is firmly bound by Kitz, the Origin Missile is not restricted.

That's the absolute "nemesis" of magicians—no matter what rules you create, this bullet will eventually pierce through all constraints.

One swordsman of light fell, followed by a second, a third...

They may still possess some human-like instinct, subconsciously trying to evade when the Origin Missile approaches, but it is meaningless now.

Any being constructed of magic is destined to be unable to withstand this Noble Phantasm-level bullet.

Just ignored Kiz's voice, ignored the falling of the Swordsman of Light, and ignored the still stagnant space, and continued firing at a leisurely pace.

Within this inherent barrier, the sound of gunfire, like a death knell, rang out.

The reason why every shot was aimed precisely at Kiz was not because Juste naively thought he could kill the ancient magician directly with the Origin Bullet.

—He was just trying to force the Swordsman of Light to sacrifice himself.

Although the Origin Bullet, a Noble Phantasm-level weapon, is enough to annihilate these light clones in one hit, they are not mindless puppets, but high-level familiars with extensive combat experience.

Even in a "stagnant" state, they will still make the best choice based on tactics, and at this moment, the end result of these choices is to put themselves in front of Kiz.

But that was exactly what Juste wanted.

Each bullet precisely guided these swordsmen of light toward self-destruction.

Instead of deliberately aiming at the swordsmen, he let them take the initiative to meet the bullets, stripping them away from the rules one by one.

Then, a dense barrage of bullets poured out, seemingly without regard for ammunition consumption, bombarding Kiz's location round after round.

The swordsmen of light rushed forward to block Kiz's path, but with each step they took, they were met with utter annihilation.

If Kiritsugu Emiya saw this scene, he might even show a look of satisfaction—this is the proper way for a "magician killer" to act.

"boom!"

One hundred and seven.

One hundred and six...

"boom!"

Ninety-seven...

Juste's bullets continued to pierce the battlefield with precision, like a silent count, one after another, steadily reducing the number of light clones.

The swordsmen were ablaze with white light, like frozen sculptures in the "stillness" of time. But as soon as the gunshot rang out, they would shatter instantly, turning into dust of light and dissipating in place.

"boom!"

Seventy-three.

Fifty-eight.

Every time the trigger is pulled, it is a silent reckoning.

Juste's hands moved without the slightest hesitation. His eyes were fixed on the Swordsman of Light, calculating and adjusting, like an extremely precise killing machine.

"boom!"

Forty-six.

"boom!"

Thirty-three.

"boom!"

Twenty-one.

Juste's arm remained motionless, the gunshots ringing out as continuously as the pulse of time, maintaining the only sense of flow in this "stagnant" world. Each Origin Bullet pierced the chest of the Swordsman of Light with pinpoint accuracy, shattering them like broken glass.

--twenty.

—Seventeen.

--fourteen.

Kiz stood behind the radiance, gazing silently at the scene, a strange look appearing in his eyes.

The man before her, her own offspring, the very end of her bloodline, shared a similar silhouette with him. The fellow named Just now resembled a broken puppet, cracks slowly spreading across his body.

Kiz certainly understood the other party's characteristics—being able to wield a Noble Phantasm-level Origin Bullet meant that he had a very deep connection with a certain Heroic Spirit.

no doubt--

The soul of a deceased person resides within this body.

As for the identity of that heroic spirit, Kiz already had a guess in his mind.

The magician assassin, "Emiya Kiritsugu," who disappeared several years ago.

He had never personally experienced such a summoning method, but similar accounts did exist in some hidden documents and legends. Even so—

Even for a Heroic Spirit, using Noble Phantasms so frequently...

Kiz's gaze lowered slightly.

Even the strongest Heroic Spirit could not unleash such an extraordinary attack without incurring a cost. Without a massive supply of magical energy, the Heroic Spirit's own spirit core simply could not sustain such a high-intensity battle.

So, what exactly did Just fill this gap with?

Kiz couldn't help but chuckle softly, a mocking smile curving his lips.

The answer is obvious—

It was none other than Justus's own vitality.

Instead of relying on magic circuits, he completely burns his own body, turning his flesh, bones, and even soul into fuel, just to pull the trigger a few more times.

The copy of the body, which should belong to a mortal, now exhibited cracks like those on porcelain. With each pull of the trigger, new cracks appeared, spread, and expanded, and from those cracks, a pale radiance, not belonging to this world, faintly shone through.

Kiz stood in the radiance, his gaze deep and thoughtful, a hint of unspoken doubt churning within him.

Why go to such lengths?

This relentless dedication to the extreme is something even he himself cannot comprehend.

Is it a belief in one's heart? That strong sense of mission, or some supreme goal?

No, that's not right!

Kitz's mind raced, and he almost immediately overturned this conclusion.

If it were merely for the sake of his beliefs, Just would not have sacrificed himself so recklessly.

Even the innate obsession in a magician's heart, or the obsessive power in his blood, could not drive him to such an extreme of self-destruction.

Kiz knew the person in front of him very well and could quickly recognize their similarities.

He unconsciously frowned slightly.

Although Just's actions were crazy, they were supported by a strong logic.

Just like what he himself did—he was willing to spend all his time, all his energy, and even his life to pave the way for his plans in order to achieve his goals.

However, unlike him, Kiz never intended to sacrifice his life.

He wasn't afraid of death, but he knew that only by living could he create more opportunities and accomplish more of his plans.