TYPE-Moon/Nasuverse Feats/General Thread - People Die If They Are Killed Edition

Type-Rey said:

You do play as pretty much every other Servant/Master if you do the side shit , so it's not like there's a lack of gameplay as the others but a free mode is as basic a feature as you can get in a Musou game , which this is despite having other systems baked into it.

Fuckers either were under time constrains and had to release it like that or they thought they could squeeze a couple more bucks out of people. Whichever one it is, it's shitty .

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Xhominid The Apex said:

I honestly could believe either one if that's the case. As someone who knows Omega Force/Team Ninja/Koei Tecmo, they tend to strive for the best they can when it comes to collab works(Hyrule Warriors, Fire Emblem Warriors, Persona 5 Strikers) but it's Koei Tecmo that are the greedy assholes that tend to basically fuck over everyone's works(Dead or Alive 6 was king of this as Team Ninja tends to make whole new engines for each DOA game... but 6 was different as Koei Tecmo FORCED them to use a modified DW9 Engine because the game bombed... which completely fucked over DOA6).

So I can understand if it was Time Constraints(Especially with the fact that this was supposed to be a Souls-like at first) or it was Koei Tecmo fuckery(because it would not be their first or last time fucking over a development team's work for greed).

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Next, the Bull of Heaven began to deeply inhale.
This time he poured not only the hurricanes around him but also the divinity that composed him, preparing for a breath attack many times more powerful than the previous one.
The divine beast knew Ishtar loved humans without distinction.
Therefore, it tried to minimize human casualties when fulfilling her order.
But he no longer needed such restraint.
He is the living concept of destruction, sealed by the gods defending the Akkadian lands, but set free by goddess Ishtar's kind requests (threats).
The Bull offers all that composes him for a continued attack in order to destroy thoroughly.
He converts his entire being into the gust of wind he blows and then reconstructs himself where the wind reaches, simulating hyper-speed movement. This feat would be his Noble Phantasm if he were a Heroic Spirit.
In short, it is a 396m/s head charge with all the immense mass and energy of a hurricane.
A breath attack while at the same time a tackle from a divine beast.

The hurricane moved with speeds rivaling the winds in Jupiter's stratosphere.
Its actualization would have irreversible consequences affecting everywhere on Earth.
Except in Ishtar's divine temple.
Anything the Bull of Heaven could do is bound to the rules established by the goddess. No attack of his will ever harm Ishtar or her temple.
And because the divine beast instinctively knows this...

The executor of the will of the gods fully systematized himself as an agent of destruction, willing to give himself up if that's what it takes to destroy the enemies.

He inhaled deeply, condensed his divinity in his lungs, and then...

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"You don't need to give me back what you swallowed earlier.", quietly and emotionless said Thia Escardos to the giant hurricane.

In his orbital battle against Lancer, he unleashed a magecraft capable of annihilating Los Angeles.
The Bull of Heaven swallowed this Satellite and assimilated the magical energy contained in it.
Shortly earlier, Thia unhesitantly activated other Satellites loaded with magecraft.

Hollowed Hearsay/Oblivion turns to festivity
"A Clockwork Abaddon"

At that moment, a section of the world stopped moving.
This wasn't a time stop, merely physical stillness.
Thia's magecraft accelerates and decelerates objects, magecraft, and even concepts with enough effort. With the power of his Satellites loaded with a spell that brings atomic movement as close as possible to a state of rest, he began to directly freeze the Bull of Heaven's heart—that is, the heat source producing all the countless storms and cumulonimbus clouds: the Eye of the Hurricane.
The idea of reducing a hurricane's speed by dropping dry ice on it is prevalent in the scientific community, but calculations state one would need to accurately drop roughly a dozen jumbo jets full to slow it down a few meters per second.
But Thia's ultimate spell blew away most of the ice in the North Pole. Dedicating it entirely to freezing had a quick and tremendous effect on the Bull of Heaven.

The energy within Gugalanna slowed down, creaked, froze, and stopped.
The droplets of water within the gale winds didn't even get the chance to turn into snow before freezing completely.
There began the construction of the world's biggest ice sculpture, in the shape of a hurricane.
In a wondrous spectacle, the hurricane that had grown large enough to engulf Nevada in its entirety was being fixed in place piece-by-piece by a single magecraft attack.
This change in temperature was enough to dissipate a normal hurricane. In any other situation, it was bound to have serious consequences for the climate of neighboring regions.

Gugalanna, however, is a divine beast.
The physical dominance of the gods embodied in the form of the raging skies.
Be it a cold wave or a heat wave, any product of the laws of the land is to be denied, forced into submission, and trampled by the laws of the beast and the laws of the gods.
The bull is only allowed in the heavens because he's capable of doing it.
He needs no logic or reason.
Because the products of the goddess's Authority are everything. The laws come second.

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Hundreds, thousands, millions of lightning bolts illuminated the sky, and the world roared with claps of thunders of the kind only heard during the moment of creation or the end of times.
He converted all the magical energy cultivated within himself into lighting while further absorbing the mana around him, causing the entire spiral of cumulonimbus covering him to shine.

The vortex of electric light compressed into a length of 500km strikingly resembled the golden armor of the Bull of Heaven.

"You monster...", said the irritated Thia as he increased the rotation of the Satellites around him.
The magecraft spell applied began to cover the satellites in a pale blue light...

This magecraft would turn Snowfield into a lifeless wasteland for the next ten thousand years, but when Thia was about to shoot it from the skies above, a violent torrent of energy passed below him.

"So you use godlike power... to dress yourself in thunderbolt?"

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Enkidu was damaged but far from perishing.
Berserker knew it, so she raised her left fist with no mercy or hesitation to revert Enkidu back into a pile of dirt.
When she least expected it, a shadow popped in front of her.

Raving Shadow Flash
"Zabaniya"

Rapid shots of black hair grabbed Berserker's gigantic limbs.

"It's you..."

The Assassin with no name inside all that hair replied to Enkidu's words with no expression on her face but a strong will in her eyes.

"As far as I know... my alliance with the three of you is still in effect."

"You're..."

Before Enkidu could answer...

The dirt on a corner of the forest rose and exploded like an erupting volcano.
And then... A flashing figure jumped out of the blast, dashing on top of the black waters at tremendous speeds to slash Berserker's colossal body.
A strike accompanied by a flash of light.
The slash cut through Berserker's skin, harder than steel and protected by multiple layers of divine blessing, and continued to hit the sky.
The damage was far from fatal, but it knocked Berserker off-balance and shook the forest grounds.
In turn, the Assassin with no name let her go of the hair bindings, causing her to fall into the trunk of a half-sunk tree.
And then the man who unleashed the slash dropped to a rock that was protruding out of the flood and grinned.

"Right... We're an alliance.", said Saber to Enkidu, propping on his shoulders the remains of a fancily decorated sword that presumably broke on this slash. "Of course I'll come running in your moment of need. I'm the one who proposed the alliance, after all."

And then, with the innocent smile of a young boy, he proclaimed without a shred of malice:

"But honestly, I had almost forgotten about it!"

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Xhominid The Apex said:

Then it's a great thing then considering I'm pretty much the only guy who pays attention to it.

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Xhominid The Apex said:

It really is considering how strong it's been purported throughout Strange/Fake

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Xhominid The Apex said:

Yeah, I think it's the overall insanity and how Narita does things that turn people off but otherwise, I actually do enjoy the insanity more often than not.

I think the anime will get people to talk about it here more, for better and for worse.

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Power and power.

Noble Phantasm and Noble Phantasm.

Divinity and weaponry.

When the two extremes crashed into each other, the spatial distortion blasted the surroundings asunder. In the interstice between the two attacks, an immense struggle of energies commenced. In the distant past, the Sacred Prostitute watched the heroes clash from the ancient city of Uruk, speaking these words in a daze:

“I felt as if the World was born seven times, and destroyed seven times.”

In the midst of such swirling power, the two Heroic Spirits never ceased smiling. It was not as if they could spare a moment to laugh. If either one let his guard down for even a moment, his body would be rendered unto oblivion. Both of them knew that.

Nonetheless, it was but a trivial matter. To these two, this was mere child’s play. A childish contest of wits

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Ah, yes.

While a vast power trampled Heaven and Earth and smashed the World on its path toward him, Enkidu smiled with an expression of deep relief.

It was an attack devoid of deceit or subterfuge. Though it lacked the sheer magnitude it had during the Age of Gods, the nature of his power was exactly as it had been.

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The reasons were many, but there was one objective factor in particular that a skeptical magus would probably accept — though, this reason actually didn’t even register in Gilgamesh’s mind.

Even for the King of Heroes, this opponent could not be easily killed.

Such was the strength of this Heroic Spirit.

Anyone who had observed their clash would agree.

And, the fight still wasn’t over.

Still in Gilgamesh’s hand, Ea’s blade once again began rotating, and the space behind Gilgamesh began lighting up as if in response.

“Is that so? In your youth, if you were the boy that Shamhat described, I think you would have chosen to live. Not for the future, but for the citizens of Uruk who were still alive in that moment.”

Countless tentacles stirred from the sand, as if they were a part of Enkidu’s body.

In response, Gilgamesh again used his Noble Phantasm to float into the sky. Then, his treasury — the King’s Treasures, Gate of Babylon — opened in the space behind him, and dozens, then hundreds of Noble Phantasms emerged.

Simultaneously, the ends of Enkidu’s earth tentacles transformed into countless different weapons, from spears, to swords, to bows.

One breath later, over a thousand projectiles thundered into each other.

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