In the KTV, the distance to the park was not too far. Plus, at this time, it was already late into the night. In the park, besides the chirping of insects and the dim streetlights, there were indeed no other figures.
At the same time, Kiritsugu and Maiya, who had entered the mountain forest with various kinds of equipment, were constantly surveying something. A relaxed smile was on Kiritsugu's face. The reason was simple: this place was not too far from the Tohsaka residence. From this mountain forest, as long as the weapons were set up properly, it was still easy to attack the Tohsaka household.
Various kinds of mortars had already been adjusted in angle. Even special anti-tank rifles had been set up. At the same time, all kinds of rocket launchers and rockets were also arranged here. To be honest, if possible, Kiritsugu really wanted to buy some more heavy-duty machine guns, and it would be best if he could get his hands on missiles. The white-haired, white-eyed queen of arms had such things, but it was a pity that wanting to bring them into the Far East was almost an impossible task. If this Holy Grail War had been held in the Middle East, Kiritsugu would have had enough confidence to show the other contestants what firepower suppression was, and what missile ground-washing was.
Wasn't it just money? The Einzbern family was not short of it. Wasn't it just connections? Kiritsugu, who had been a killer and mercenary for who knows how long, certainly had no shortage of connections. Of course, a large part of these were the former connections of his adoptive mother. At the thought of this, Kiritsugu couldn't help but have his hands tremble. That powerful woman...
A woman who was invulnerable in every aspect. Not the kind of partner of justice who would be targeted by villains first, but one who would first ruthlessly strike down others while at the same time helping others with an indifferent attitude; who would mock the weak with the logic of a killer while at the same time sighing at the price needed to become strong. For him, she was an important family member who was like a stranger.
After a brief moment of nostalgia, Kiritsugu shook his head, putting all his thoughts to the back of his mind. The most important thing now was, of course, to complete the Holy Grail War. As long as he could win the Holy Grail War and make a wish for world peace to the Holy Grail, then his long-cherished wish could be realized. To some extent, it could also be considered as avenging his important family members. If it weren't for someone foolishly trying to use the power of the Dead Apostles, he should still be following that woman now. What kind of scene would that be?
Of course, at the thought of this, Kiritsugu would also involuntarily reach out and touch the location of his ribs. In order to create his Origin Bullets, he had extracted his own ribs.
However, this matter had, of course, been roasted by Aslan. Why not just take a part of the rib bone, and then connect it with a special fracture rivet? This way, after a period of time, the bone he had lost could grow back again. As long as he took a part of the bone again after a few years and let it regrow, over time, the Origin Bullets in Kiritsugu's hand would no longer be a case of "one less for every one used." So, no matter what you do, you have to consider the issue of sustainable development. At that time, when Kiritsugu was too old to continue assassinating, he might even be able to find a machine gun, load all the remaining Origin Bullets into it, and fiercely spray a hundred rounds.
Just like when Aslan was staying in the Inner Sea of the Planet with nothing to do, he had collected all his cut fingernails and smelted them into a nail clipper. Although it was a nail clipper, it had, after all, used the nails of a half-dragon. If it were to be considered a Noble Phantasm, it would also be E-rank, far stronger than an ordinary weapon. If you were to clash this nail clipper with a modern dagger, you could proudly say, "This? You can't even beat my nail clipper!" Or, after directly cutting the weapon the opponent had spent a long time forging, you could lightly trim your own nails with your nail clipper, lift your chin slightly, and say with disdain, "This? It's not even qualified to be my nail clipper."
Right now, this nail clipper forged from his own nails was still stored in Aslan's treasury. That's right, his spatial Mystic Code could already be called a treasury. After all, the little gadgets he had forged for fun during these 1500 years had already filled the entire magical space. The variety was rich, and the scope of application was perfect. Although it couldn't guarantee a safe passage through every situation, at least he had a corresponding tool for any situation. Aslan had even, in his spare time, created a fully automatic, all-in-one RV for an apocalyptic environment. If this RV were to be passed down to the world of ordinary people, Aslan was sure that as long as the planet didn't explode, it could stably guarantee the lives of fifteen people.
You ask what if the planet explodes? That's simple. A spaceship was also quietly sitting in Aslan's treasury.
Simply throwing Aslan's spatial magical tool into any of the myriad worlds, any ordinary person who picked it up, as long as they could open this spatial Mystic Code, creating a legend would definitely not be a problem. It was a proper high-level golden finger.
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Coming back to the topic, no matter what, for Kiritsugu, his ribs had indeed been removed, ground into powder, and made into bullets. Without any special means and medical methods, wanting these ribs to grow back was almost an impossible thing.
Kiritsugu didn't care about these things. It wasn't every mission, every assassination, that required him to use this bullet that was a nightmare for magi.
But tomorrow night, it might be a different story. This night was the night of the alliance, and also a relatively peaceful night. When tomorrow night came, it would be the night of the assault on that glittering Heroic Spirit. If they couldn't take care of that glittering Servant, then they would take care of the Servant's Master. A very simple logic, isn't it?
Kiritsugu understood that besides missiles, the firearms he held in his hand would have a very difficult time causing any effect or damage to that glittering Heroic Spirit. Therefore, basically all of this was a gift to be sent to Tokiomi Tohsaka.
If Tokiomi Tohsaka saw this pile of things, he would surely have an elegant yet awkward smile on his face, and at the same time, say in a reserved yet angry and baffled tone, "Thank you so much for your painstaking efforts." If he could, he would definitely add another sentence, "I don't need these gifts, please take them back and give them to someone else."
It was just a pity that the current Tokiomi did not know all of this. This reserved and elegant magus, at this moment, due to the sadness in his heart, was feeling physically and mentally exhausted, and was lying on a bed resting. This bed was, naturally, also in the basement.