FATE: As Illya, I was summoned by Kotomine Kirei?!

Chapter 12: Bastard! You have already received your death!

'I will die. I will really die.'

'I will die here.'

The silk familiar and the sky full of treasures collided with a loud bang, and the sparks of magecraft and the smell of rust penetrating the flesh stung Miss Illyasviel. Her strength was rapidly draining away, and her senses were failing due to continuous dodging. Her mind was tense, and her attention was focused. Relying on the advantage of the double jump of stepping on the familiar in the air, she tried her best to avoid the sky full of golden light that could destroy her if she made a mistake.

This was her first time truly fighting a Servant, and also the first time she felt the god of death beckoning at her.

On the other hand, she was also quickly adapting to the body of this Heroic Servant.

Nothing can help you grow faster than a battle between life and death.

The King of Gold can make many mistakes.

She can only make one mistake.

Her bloody right arm and thigh proved it, and she only needed to make the slightest mistake.

The best outcome would be having the golden artifact pierce through the body.

'Why are my attributes so low? If my attributes were a little higher, even just a little bit, how could I fail to kill the Master of that golden guy, twice in a row......'

She was almost in despair.

The second round of Noble Phantasms rained down, one, two, three, four, six, seven, eight, a hundred. The terrifying firepower destroyed hundreds of Ritter: Stork Knights who were soaring in the sky and fighting bravely. With absolute firepower suppression, her familiars collapsed.

The Ritter: Stork Knight can split and recreate itself as long as it has mana. In theory, it is one of the most efficient and terrifying familiars, especially when Miss Illyasviel's magi power is as high as A-level. This move alone can suppress some Heroic Servants by numbers.

But in front of the King of Gold, she was like a joke. The speed at which the Ritter: Stork Knight could split could not match that of the Noble Phantasm Rain. No matter how many were split, they would turn into residue in an instant. Its greatest function was to serve as a stepping stone for her to pseudo-fly, jumping and scurrying through the night sky.

'Will die, will die, will I die? Will I die? Will I die?'

'But I am afraid of death! I don't want to die! How can anyone not be afraid of death!'

In mid-air, a white sword woven with silk threads gathered in her hand. Miss Illyasviel gritted her teeth and swung it vigorously to meet the treasure that broke through the blockade of the Ritter: Stork Knight. She used all her mana to strengthen the hardness of the weapon as much as possible and slashed across the crescent line fiercely!

However.

How can a magic creation be better than a real treasure? A fake is just a fake after all.

"Give me a little more strength, please, a little more!" A huge force passed through the greatsword into Miss Illyasviel's wrist. The unrivaled force caused her to be constantly suppressed and fall. The sparks produced by the collision of magecraft were hot and painful. At the moment when the greatsword was about to collapse, she dropped her weapon and used the recoil to jump sideways, staggering and falling dangerously onto the bumpy ground.

The treasure fell to the ground, causing waves and shocks. She covered her eyes, endured the pain, and quickly retreated, trying to find a new dark shelter.

But how can a mere C+ agility be faster than a B-rank Noble Phantasm that is rushing towards her?

Boom!

The golden light of the falling treasure was reflected in Miss Illyasviel's beautiful ruby ​​eyes.

The next moment, a blazing fire steam exploded, submerging her as her legs were already injured and her speed was decreasing.

At this moment, Miss Illyasviel seemed to see something unreal.

It was like the revolving lantern before death, or like her grandmother was reaching out her hand kindly to her.

The grandmother, who was full of white light, was saying to her gently: Thank you for your hard work, it's time for you to take a rest, Genshin Impact, start!

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She also saw her deceased uncle say to her: What you love is your life.

No.....Well, if heaven is full of these weird things, then she really doesn't want to die.

"Oh hahahahaha, hahahahaha! This is the end of angering this king. It is your honor if I grant you death. How can a mere Caster from the Age of Gods not kneel down and humbly submit to this king as soon as possible?"

"That's your way to death!"

The bombing continued, and the arrogant laughter of the King of Gold spread throughout the desolate world.

The third round of treasures showed their thrusts, and nearly one hundred treasures shot out toward the earth in no particular order, destroying everything in their path and causing another round of small earthquakes.

The horrific aftermath of the explosion flattened the nearby hill, and the mountain slid downwards like an animal with a broken spine. The entire manor villa was destroyed, the forest outside turned into a sea of ​​fire, and the mud from the landslide covered the bumpy ground. There was no sign of life in the area with a radius of nearly 1,500 meters with the single-family villa in Toyama Town as the radius.

Miss Illyasviel is dead, there is no doubt about it.

No Heroic Servant can withstand such a devastating bombardment, which is like the play style of a pay-to-win player.

It almost declares that the Golden King is the strongest Servant, an endless mountain that all Heroic Servants can never surpass.

"Father Kotomine Risei.....should, possibly, probably be able to cover up the traces, right?"

The wounds on Tohsaka Tokiomi's neck and back, which he had obtained after drinking the potion bestowed by the Golden King, had already formed scars. When he saw the scene before him, his first reaction was not to feel relieved that Miss Illyasviel was definitely going to die, but to fear that the Holy Church would curse him directly.

The baptism bombardment of three rounds of Noble Phantasms and the simultaneous flight of hundreds of Noble Phantasms generated a magical explosion whose power was beyond the level that could be explained by a gas leak. After all, he had never heard of any gas that could cause a mountain to collapse and light up the sky in the middle of the night. The Holy Grail War was a secret ritual, and he had repeatedly assured Kotomine Risei that the impact would not be too great.

In this situation, he could already imagine how much the aftermath personnel of the Holy Church would dislike the Tohsaka family. However, when he saw the Golden King who was already in high spirits, he could only tremble his lips for a few times but ultimately said nothing.

That Caster is so terrifying. Caster's magical power and her army of familiars are probably well-known in the Age of Gods.

Add to that the hard-to-defend disguise, as well as the extraordinary body movements and hiding abilities.

He almost suspected that the other party was an Assassin.

"With this kind of firepower, she should be dead, right?"

The ground was covered with heavy smoke, which was slowly dispersed by a gust of wind, and the three-wheeled treasure was baptized by raindrops.

In the first round, Miss Illyasviel used the Ritter: Stork Knight and the double jump to dodge in the air. In the second round, the increasing number of familiars were all destroyed by the torrent of Noble Phantasms and forced to fall to the ground. In the third round, the full firepower covered the opponent and there was no escape. There was no cover on the ground. As a Servant of the Caster class, Tohsaka Tokiomi did not think that the opponent could survive.

However, out of caution, he did not dare to leave the protection range of the Golden King.

As the saying goes, once bitten by a snake, one will be afraid of ropes for ten years. He was scared by Miss Illyasviel's previous two waves of attacks. He was afraid that the other party would suddenly appear from somewhere and stab him. At this time, he did not have any gems on him that could build a magical defense to counter the assassination.

It can be said that as long as Miss Illyasviel launches another assassination attack, he will almost certainly die.

"Dear king, since Caster has left, I think this desolate land is no longer suitable for staying for a long time. If it attracts other Heroic Spirits and Servants, it will be more trouble than it's worth. So I implore you to move to the Cathedral Church and use it as a temporary palace. Of course, I am just suggesting..."

However, before he could finish his words, the morning mist dissipated in the next moment, proving that Tohsaka Tokiomi's caution was indeed correct.

Bang! Boom!

A terrifying torrent of mana erupted from afar, stirring up the atmosphere. Black mana rose into the sky like mud, carrying with it the wind, causing those who were watching to feel a stinging pain and unable to open their eyes!

It was the black mana, black as ink, a darkness that invaded the surrounding soil!

A glimpse into the evil of this world: B+

You are one of the greatest evils in this world, a being that carries the malice of human beings. You have the ability to keenly detect the malice of those around you, and you are a being that only evil people can summon. To you, "evil" is like fine wine. You will subconsciously do things that lead to evil deeds, which to a certain extent arouse the sins hidden in the hearts of others.

"Ho? With such power, you, a disgusting reptile from a dark corner, are not without a trace of merit. No wonder you can descend into this Holy Grail War like this king."

evil.

Pure malice.

Murder, sadness, crying, sorrow, and countless negative human emotions wrapped in malice.

At this moment, it exploded into a torrent of magical power. No one knew what it was, let alone how incomprehensible the magical power it contained.

Miss Illyasviel body was covered with bruises, her student clothes were already torn, and her arms, thighs, and even cheeks and abdomen were covered with scars and blood. The assassin girl lowered her head and slowly crawled out of the spreading black mud. Without any expression of joy or sadness, she walked toward the Golden King, and stretched out her right hand lightly, as if she was condensing something.

'———I can't escape. I can't escape at all. Familiars and magecraft are useless.'

'He has too many treasures and is too powerful. Running away from him will only lead to death.'

'Do not be afraid, do not be in awe, do not turn your back on the beast, Illyasviel.'

'You want to survive, you are very afraid of death, but in this Holy Grail War, those who escape will not survive to the end. If you don't want to die, you must fight, you must fight with all you have, and put your life on the scales of this war!'

'You will die, but they will die too. Everyone has only one life. In this cruel war, you have to realize that you can either kill them all and defeat them, or let them take your life away like a humble mongrel!'

"Hoho, do you still dare to come over here?"

The Golden King raised his face arrogantly, with a hint of interest in his eyes:

"A mere reptile, instead of running away, you come towards me?"

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