I Will Eventually Become a Partner of Justice Chapter 23

A series of cyan lines appeared densely on Shirou's right arm, and extended all the way to half of his face.

"Come out! Come out! The golden sword that will win!"

Shirou groaned inwardly.

The most familiar holy sword cannot be copied with the spirit foundation of the Heroic Guardian Palace, but another king sword belonging to the same person.

Its name is the sword in the stone, and it is also the golden sword that will win.

The immature magic circuit was overloaded, and his right arm was even bleeding out from the shock of the magic power in his body. This is the price paid by mortals for their heroic deeds.

And in this way, the king sword, which symbolizes the great achievements of the knight king, finally appeared.

With a sound of "咻", it flew out like a starlight arrow.

"Boom!"

The surging magic power directly destroyed the entire upper body of the worm giant, and shot towards Matou Zouken with the remaining strength!

"This... this!!! This is a Noble Phantasm! You are a Servant? But——, why? Why don't you have the energy of a Servant..."

The unbelievable thing made Matou Zouken look in disbelief. However, before he could finish the word "breath", half of his body was blown away by Shirou's projected golden sword of victory.

The swarm of insects scattered all over the place as if they had lost their master.

The right arm was in severe pain, and the right half of the body was burning like a flame. Shirou half knelt on the ground, supporting his body with his left hand. In Ultraman Seven's leather case, his forehead was covered with sweat.

Fortunately, the right arm still hurts, and there is still feeling, so it has not been disabled. It seems that the great achievement achieved by force only overloaded the magic circuit of his right arm, but did not directly disable his right hand.

"Brother..." Xiao Ying asked with tears like pear blossoms, her face full of worry.

"It's okay, let's go." Shirou gritted his teeth, resisted the scorching pain, stood up, took Sakura's hand, and rushed out of Matou's mansion.

"Don't think this is the end! My granddaughter, my eternal life, I will never give up!"

A voice full of malice, even more malicious than before, resounded. The sea of ​​insects was churning, and a uniquely shaped insect was gushed out.

That is the real body of Matou Zouken.

"To deal with Servants, you can only use Servants. Tsuruno, bring that mad dog over!" Matou Zouken ordered.

Matou Tsuruno, who came out of the Matou mansion, clutched his stomach, his face distorted. He raised his right arm, and on that right arm was a red mark similar to that on the back of Shirou's right hand—Command Seal!

"Use the command spell to order Berserker to come to me quickly!"

As the command spell took effect, the next moment, a blond man with muscular body and blue-white skin appeared in Matou's mansion.

"O oppressed, O abused, your faithful companion, Spartacus, has stood before you. Fear no more, fear no more, because, here I come." Berserkers Bardacus's face was full of love.

Hearing these disgusting lines, the corners of Matou Tsuruno's mouth couldn't help twitching, his complexion darkened. And to say his real name directly, should he really be worthy of being a mad dog?

"O oppressor, oh perpetrator. I will attack you!" Spartacus picked up the small iron sword, pointed the tip of the sword at Matou Zouken, and launched an impact.

"Damn it, mad dog!" Matou Zouyan cursed secretly, wrapped Spartacus's legs with a sea of ​​insects, and then told Matou Heye: "Heye, quickly use the Command Seal!"

Matou Tsuruno nodded: "Order the Command Seal, Berserker, to kill that person!"

Matou Tsuruno pointed at Shirou.

The Command Seal on his right arm lost another stroke, and the Command Seal played its due role.

"No—! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, that's the oppressed, that's the victim. That's the one I'm supposed to protect! No, no, no, no, no! I will never oppress the victim , I will never attack the oppressed. No no no no no—!! Don't do this, don't do this!"

No matter how much he resisted, the powerful power of the Command Seal forced Spartacus to do something absolutely against his will.

The huge blond man with bulging muscles burst into tears, and the hand holding the sword trembled as he launched an attack.

That was the weak he was supposed to protect, and it was the meaning of his existence, but because of the command spell, he launched an attack on the meaning of his own existence.

"Do not--!!!!!"

With tears streaming down his face, Spartacus rushed towards Shirou. Berserker, a completely normal Servant, easily caught up with Shirou. cut away.

Shirou pushed away Sakura next to him, and then projected a solid sharp sword with a horizontal sword on his left arm——

"Ka Ka Ka"

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--!!!!"

The sound of broken bones came from Shirou's mouth along with the scream of pain.

The power of Spartacus was too great, and the sword in Shirou's hand was cut off as soon as he touched it, and the left arm that held the sharp sword to block the blow seemed to be broken.

The severe pain spread from both arms to the brain, making Deshilang unbearably painful, and tears flowed out instinctively.

"No. No no no no no! Why is this? Why is this? This is not what I should do. I should be the sword of the weak, the shield of the weak, why would I attack the weak like an oppressor? No, no, no no no!"

Spartacus yelled in pain.

His body wasn't damaged at all, but this kind of behavior was more painful to him than piercing his body with a sharp sword.

"Don't move anymore. Don't move anymore, my body. My soul is ordering you not to move anymore. Don't you feel it? The weak you protect are accepting your oppression!"

Spartacus cried and yelled. However, the belief he carried out was not worth mentioning in front of the powerful effect of the Command Seal.

He raised his sword.

Ruined!

Shirou's forehead was covered with cold sweat. Even with the integration of the spirit base, he is still only a six-year-old child. Compared with these mythical murderers, whether it is hard attributes, combat skills, or even killing experience, he is far inferior.

Dead!

Shirou made his own conclusions.

However, at the next moment, a commanding and arrogant voice sounded in his ears——

"Hold your head down."

Shirou subconsciously lowered his head.

The next moment, with a sound of "咻", a shining sword cut through the night sky, directly passed through Spartacus' body, and nailed him to a stone pillar not far away.

Who did this sudden helping hand come from? Shirou didn't have the time to inquire, but leaned his body on Sakura's body and whispered, "Go quickly."

Sakura couldn't care less about the fear in her heart.

Her brother, for her sake, suffered such a serious injury, how could she continue to immerse herself in her sad world?