I Will Eventually Become a Partner of Justice Chapter 1551

And this trick, Shirou stole from Vlad III.

Seeing Hercules trapped in the heavy mud pillar, Shirou slowly raised his hand, and then made a fist.

boom!

Immediately, sharp needles sprang out from those mud pillars, and there were several "chachacha", Hercules seemed to fall into a mountain of needles, and was pierced through by countless needles.

"Roar--!"

A frantic red light flashed across Hercules' eyes, and regardless of the fine needles inserted into his body, he pushed those mud towers away with brute force, and walked out of the mud towers dripping blood.

So crazy, worthy of the name of Berserker!

The eyes of Hercules stared at Shirou frantically and violently, flickering with a terrifying red light, his muscles were twisted, exuding an extremely terrifying and violent atmosphere.

However, this does not scare Shirou.

No matter how terrifying the enemy was, he had faced it before, so how could he be frightened by the mere Hercules' eyes?

His face was very calm, and he was even planning the next killer move in his mind.

However at this time

Buzz buzz! !

The earth suddenly buzzed and shook!

what happened?

Shirou raised his eyebrows, immediately wrapped Artoria in mud, and was vigilant about his surroundings.

He has encountered this kind of sudden situation several times, and he already has some experience.

"Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho-!!"

Under the pitch-black vortex, above the distant Tokyo Tower, a terrifying roar resounded.

As if hearing some order, Hercules turned his head, glanced at Tokyo Tower, then raised his head and screamed, his feet bent slightly, and then kicked suddenly, his body was ejected out like a pitch-black bullet , and flew towards Tokyo Tower at an extremely fast speed.

Shirou frowned: "Have you been called by something?"

"It should be Archer. The Servant said before that Archer holding the black cup is there!" Artoria got up and looked at Shirou apologetically, "Sorry, king. I've dragged you down."

"It's okay, Al." Shirou shook his head.

At this time, the clay figurine Servant, who was held down by Shirou's two giant arms of clay, also broke free from the giant arms of clay, and the feather shoes under his feet fluttered. Tower flew away.

"You want to run too?"

Shirou raised his eyebrows, and with a thought, a slender black hand stretched out from the giant clay arm and grabbed the clay figurine Servant. The speed was so fast that it appeared behind the clay figurine Servant almost in the blink of an eye. Grabbed his ankle, and then pulled it down violently.

"Crack!"

This slender clay figurine Servant was like an angel who had just escaped to heaven, and was grabbed by the leg by the devil and dragged down abruptly.

Shirou controlled the two giant arms of clay, grabbed the arms of the clay figurine Servant, hoisted it up, then stretched out his hand, used [Evil] to form a clay spear, and threw it towards the struggling clay figurine Servant .

Crack——!

The clay figurine Servant was directly pierced through the heart by Shirou, and the violent struggle stopped for a while, and the body began to scatter golden spirits like snowflakes.

After confirming the appearance of the clay figurine Servant's death, Shirou turned his head, looked at Arturia's arm, and asked, "Is your hand okay?"

"Please don't worry, this injury is nothing at all." Arturia patted her chest, but it happened to pull the wound, and the corners of her eyes twitched in pain on her brave face.

Shirou walked over, picked up Arturia's palm, gently blew off the dust from the wound, and after cleaning the wound, he cast a simple healing magic on Artoria and said, "You Ah, why are you forcing yourself in front of me? Don’t I know you yet? If you are hurt, you will be hurt. Don’t force yourself, or I will worry.”

"I, I see, Wang." Artoria lowered her head, but Wang still cared about her.

At this moment, the clay figurine Servant suddenly raised his head and stared at Shirou.

Um! ?

Artoria immediately became alert, holding the invisible holy sword in front of Shirou. She was a little worried about the counterattack of this clay figurine Servant.

This is not a lie, even a degenerated Servant is a hero who shines in the history of mankind, not to mention a demigod hero, who knows if there is any treasure to counterattack when dying?

No matter what, even if it takes her life, she must protect the people behind her.

"...You are finally back, Fujimaru Shirou..."

What! ?

Shirou frowned, put his hand on Arturia's shoulder, walked out, looked at the Servant, and asked, "You know me?"

"Why... Maybe you don't know each other, Fujimaru Shiro-san? All in all, the future is in your hands. You must liberate history and human history from the hands of that Beast..."

Without finishing speaking, the clay figurine Servant was released like a long-restrained soul, his body scattered like snowflakes, and he returned to the Seat of Heroes who did not know where.

"Beast..."

Shirou raised his eyebrows. For some reason, at this moment, he thought of the sixth seat of the council that caused him to reset his reincarnation countless times.

Is that Servant, the said Beast, the sixth seat?

No.

That's not the point.

The point is, have you ever had any intersection with that Servant?

Did I have any intersection with that Servant in the past, in the reset history?

and

That Servant knows himself, that is to say...

Shirou looked around.

Is Shinjuku, this Shinjuku, Tokyo, the same as the previous broken Fuyuki junction, an abandoned historical fragment that was involved in the world reset?

hateful--!

Shirou's hands were clenched into fists, and because of the force, the short nails also pierced into the palms, leaving a faint bloodstain.

Why am I involved in a world reset?

my past,