I Will Eventually Become a Partner of Justice Chapter 1936
Holy Apostle of Pendragon: "..."
She stopped, and Shirou hit her heart.
Sensing that there was no movement behind him, Shirou heaved a sigh of relief and stopped...
What kind of sword has no soul, what kind of low-level bad taste, Shirou just saw that the other party has an immortal body, and he has an expression of wanting to kill himself forever, so he quit immediately.
certainly……
Shirou also knew very well that he simply didn't want to see such an ugly face on that face.
"Okay! Then I'll find the soul of the sword, and fight with you again, and taste your so-called high-level fun!" The Holy Apostle of Pendragon said viciously.
In fact, she knew very well that she didn't want to fight Shirou now. She advocates conquest, likes to conquer and ravage others, and also likes to be conquered and ravaged by others, so after hearing Shirou's deeds from the strategist, her actions are naturally normal.
In this world, apart from His Majesty's order being absolute, is there anything more important to make oneself happy and satisfy one's desires?
No.
However, at this time, she was attracted by the high-level taste of the sword with the soul in Shirou's mouth, so she suppressed her uncontrollable desire for the time being.
The fighting finally stopped, and Shirou breathed a sigh of relief. This was an innocent disaster, but it was also an innocent disaster for the residents of Taylor Bill in Britain.
However, there is no way to do this, who told them to have such a queen who only satisfies selfish desires?
Shirou turned around, and before taking two steps, he suddenly felt as if something was wrapped around his head, as if his blood had been sucked out of his body by a vampire. Shirou was exhausted and fell down, his face turning pale.
Magic power... I can't feel the magic circuit anymore, I can't feel the magic power... The memory of the replica structure is disappearing... What's going on?
Shirou felt that his consciousness was sinking, but his eyes saw a swordsman in black armor appeared in front of his eyes, and the angry cry of the Holy Apostle of Pendragon sounded in his ears: "——What are you doing? He is my prey, and I shall crown him with the crown of thorns, Holy Apostle Hector!"
Hector?
This is……
Hector?
In memory, that old knight, Hector?
"Your movements are too slow, Morgan Le Fay. When dealing with foreign enemies, you must be fast and ruthless."
The holy apostle Hector walked in front of Shirou, grabbed Shirou, and said in a flat tone: "Welcome to the Eternal Empire, the heroic spirit of pan-human history. Go to sleep for now, and when you wake up again, you will be The people of the empire. Feel the glory, this is a gift from His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven to you."
Eternal Empire...
His eyes stopped on the face of Holy Apostle Hector, his voice froze on the manic voice of Holy Apostle Pendragon, and Shirou's consciousness sank.
Is that so? The man behind the scenes is the Emperor of Heaven...
So, Guinevere, what role are you playing?
Chapter Eleven: A Hundred Million Years of Waiting
— Wake up!
— Wake up!
In the darkness, it seemed that someone was calling.
——Wake up, Eternal King!
Eternal King...
Who is that?
—Wake up, Eternal King! Sent to the [Eternal Coffin], there is no way I can rescue you!
Coffin of eternity...
——If even you fall, who else can defeat the Emperor of Heaven? I have been waiting for 100 million years, wake up, wake up, holy sword hero!
it hurts!
Like a thousand needles piercing into the soul, Shirou frowned, and then slowly opened his eyes. Suddenly, an infinite blankness came into view.
"This is……"
Shirou covered his head and sat up, his brain was muddled, and his consciousness was a little unclear.
However, he remembered, he who stopped fighting with the Holy Apostle of Pendragon was put on something by the Holy Apostle Ector, and passed out.
——Welcome to the Eternal Empire, the heroic spirit of pan-human history...
Echoing the words of the Holy Apostle Hector in his ears, Shirou realized that the man behind the transfer from South America to here is probably this Britain, the supreme emperor of this eternal empire, Tiandi.
only……
"It's unbelievable, the magic power is gone..." Shirou looked down at his palm, his eyes flickering with surprise.
[Evil] is gone, I can't feel the record of the Eternal King, I can't even feel the invisible vortex, and now, even the magic power in my body has disappeared.
Not only that, the origin of the awakening, the structure of the Noble Phantasm copied from Gilgamesh, the skills copied from many Heroic Spirits...all of them disappeared.
There is only one left, Fujimaru Shiro who has nothing, is as blank as this space.
"It's like a reversal of growth, turning back to an ordinary person who had no power when he first crossed over."
Shirou frowned. He stretched out his hand and touched his forehead. He could clearly feel that there was a ring embedded in his head, and he couldn't pull it off.
This ring is probably the culprit who took away his magic power.
Just, what is this?
Shirou stood up, looked around, looking for a mirror to reflect, but walking, walking, he soon had other questions.
——Here, where is it?
This is a pure white space.
There is no sky, no earth, no other colors, and no end in sight, only a piece of white.
It can be called the White Chaos.
Walking in the endless white chaos, Shirou suddenly found a fallen figure in the distance, he rushed over to take a look, and saw Xuanzang Sanzang lying on the ground, unconscious.
"Hello! Master Xuanzang!"
Shirou pushed Xuanzang Sanzang several times, Xuanzang Sanzang woke up leisurely, looked at Shirou with some surprise, "Fuji, Fujimaru Shirou benefactor?"