Chapter 170: You Are My Most Precious

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Haru stared at the soccer ball-sized rift, the image of the sky reflected within it, his eyes narrowing. "Another world?"

The aura emanating from beyond the rift was unlike anything he'd encountered before—a vast, powerful will that seemed to permeate the very air, a presence that sent a shiver of unease down his spine, a feeling he hadn't experienced in either the Campione! or DxD worlds.

It could only be one thing—an unknown world.

And now, with a stable portal established, it needed to be investigated.

But… caution was key. He needed a 'test subject'.

Haru's hand flickered, tearing open a three-meter-wide rift in space. The desolate landscape of the [Great Summoning of Hell] appeared before him.

Within the hellish realm, a figure with ten black, Fallen Angel wings, its appearance resembling a vampire, diligently practiced a 'peculiar technique'.

Haru looked at Kokabiel's lower body, covered in dark, dried blood, a look of disgust on his face. 'Seemingly forgetting who had ordered the continuous self-mutilation', he sneered.

"Kokabiel. Cease that activity."

Months of relentless sword practice had pushed Kokabiel to the brink of madness.

Only his unwavering will, honed through years of battle, had kept him from breaking completely.

Hearing Haru's command, his vacant eyes flickered back to life.

He scrambled to his feet and knelt, his voice filled with a desperate eagerness to please. "My lord! What are your commands?"

Kokabiel wasn't exactly known for his 'integrity'. After months of unending torture, thanks to his immortal nature, anyone who offered him a reprieve was a god in his eyes.

He didn't care who had condemned him to this hellish existence.

He was ready to grovel.

"I have a task for you. Investigate this other world. I need information," Haru's cold voice echoed through the desolate realm.

"Your will be done."

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In a Plane, Above New York City.

A young man with messy black hair stood on a small motorboat, his gaze distant, his expression vacant.

He looked to be seventeen or eighteen, a cigarette dangling from his lips, a walkie-talkie clutched in his hand, his voice a monotone as he spoke to someone on the other end.

A woman's voice crackled through the speaker.

"Such a catastrophic failure. 'bang, bang', It seems my time is up. I should retire. 'Bang, bang.'"

He knew the bangs weren't random noises.

They were the sounds of Ghouls pounding on the cockpit door. The woman was trapped on a plane circling above New York City's airport.

"And what will you do… after you retire, Natalia?" His voice was calm, his hands steadily mounting a rocket launcher onto his shoulder, aiming it at the plane above.

Hundreds of Ghouls were on that plane… if they reached the airport, the casualties would be catastrophic. He knew this.

He also knew Natalia, who prioritized her own survival above all else, would do anything to ensure the plane landed safely.

That's why he was here. Natalia probably thought he was still at their hotel in New York. But he was here, on the water below, a rocket launcher aimed at her plane.

"If I lose my job, hahaha… I might become your mother, Kiritsugu," Natalia's voice was a strange mix of resignation and… hope.

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"You are my most precious person," Kiritsugu said softly, his finger tightening on the trigger. His heart ached, but his body moved mechanically, his finger pressing down on the cold metal.

The missile, requiring manual guidance for the first few seconds, locked onto the plane's heat signature. As he aimed, memories of Natalia flooded his mind.

But the pain was brief. The missile, like a hungry shark, shot towards its prey.

Bathed in the first rays of dawn, Kiritsugu Emiya wept silently.

He had saved countless lives again. Anonymously.

'Did you see that, Shirley?'

'I killed again. Just like I killed my father. But this time I won't make the same mistake. I won't hesitate. I'll save as many people as I can.'

BOOM!

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A deafening explosion ripped through the sky. Kiritsugu, his head bowed as if in prayer, had already turned away.

Flap… flap…

The sound of wings reached his ears, and black feathers drifted down before him.

A deep voice boomed, "My, my, what an interesting display. That, I believe, is a human RPG. So, young man, are you one of those Allahu Akbar… types?"

Kiritsugu's eyes widened in horror as he looked up at the figure descending from the sky. "A Fallen Angel!"

Ten black, raven-like wings, fragments of the missile embedded in them, framed a figure with a vampiric face, its crimson eyes blazing with malice.

"Bingo! It seems you're familiar with our kind. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Kokabiel."

Kiritsugu's face paled. Though an amateur magician, he'd studied the Bible. He knew what that name meant.

"My master has tasked me with gathering information. And it seems. there are two humans here." Kokabiel's voice was laced with a predatory hunger.

Kiritsugu's eyes widened as he noticed a figure clutched in one of Kokabiel's ten black wings—a woman with short, silver hair. "...."

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"This is insane, A ten-winged Fallen Angel? This isn't the Age of Mythology!" Natalia's voice was filled with disbelief.

Moments ago, a giant black hand had ripped through the plane, grabbing her from the cockpit. She hadn't realized it was the wing of a Fallen Angel. Was she still dreaming?

'ROAR! ROAR! ROAR!' The Ghouls, who'd fallen into the ocean after Kokabiel's attack, roared at him from the water below.

"How annoying," Kokabiel muttered. Holy light coalesced in his hand, forming a spear, which he hurled at the water's surface.

BOOM!

A massive explosion, a crater thirty meters wide appeared in the ocean.

Kiritsugu's face paled. 'That power' He quickly started the motorboat, using its speed to navigate the churning waves, his eyes fixed on Kokabiel in fear.

"My power. It's weakened. That attack should have created a crater a kilometer wide." Kokabiel's voice was filled with confusion as he flexed his hand.

Kiritsugu's eyes widened. They were less than five hundred meters from the airport. Had Kokabiel intended to annihilate everyone there—tens of thousands of people—with that attack?

He pulled a pistol from his holster.

Kokabiel, looking down at Kiritsugu, his face twisting into a sinister grin, holy light gathering in his hand, murmured, "I hate complete men"

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