Chapter 389 Martyrs, Successors (7000)

Fujimaru Ritsuka, male, 18 years old, is the master.

He came to Fuyuki City in 1994 because he detected the formation of a subspecies singularity. He brought along Mr. El-Melloi II, a local man, and was about to find some servants who could provide some help. Unexpectedly, he was involved in In the midst of a cosmic-level crisis!

According to the fleets from the Servant Universe, if the opponent succeeds in swallowing the root, all the parallel worlds born in this universe will be reduced to nothing.

The profession of Master can provide a lot of help to the followers, so he was forcibly recruited and joined this group of strange followers.

"My artificial intelligence monitoring the world of the Holy Grail of Winds is pregnant, and the underlying code is in chaos!"

"What? What did the captain of your surveillance ship do?!"

"The captain is also pregnant! The pollution level has increased! The main control cabin is set to high alert!"

"Information collection completed, the source of the pollution is a Confucian saint!? Sure enough, everything filmed in that terrible TV series is true!!!"

Words of unknown meaning came from the mouths of those servant soldiers. Fujimaru Ritsuka, who only had a rough understanding of the current situation, only used command spells to increase the combat power of special servants during battle.

A special follower.

It seems to be Mr. Sigurd from the Servant Universe.

He has the title of "God Killer", the strongest and oldest swordsman ever. It is said that in the distant past, he once defeated the goddess of the ancient universe.

"Within three seconds! Cross the sea of ​​imaginary numbers and head to your destination immediately!" Sigurd waved his hand and said:

"Things like wanting a couple to conceive together. Damn it. Can someone with such evil abilities be called a saint!?"

"The connection with Chaldea has also been severed." Fujimaru Ritsuka saw the handsome swordsman with glasses dispatching other servants, sighed, rubbed his hair and said:

"In the final analysis, isn't it to save people? Why is it suddenly related to this kind of thing?"

"But there's nothing we can do about it now." Mashu encouraged: "Cheer up, senior!"

"That's all we can do." Fujimaru Ritsuka smiled and said: "By the way, about the chocolate you gave me before coming here, after I get back safely this time"

【warn! High-energy reaction ahead! 】

【warn! High-energy reaction ahead! 】

【warn! front]

Boom! ! !

Continuous explosions continued to sound, like firecrackers.

"Enemy attack!!!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka subconsciously looked at the picture displayed in front of him, and suddenly broke into a cold sweat all over his body.

Countless golden spears the size of mountains fell from the sky and hit the field energy barrier built by thousands of space fleets, followed by a storm of various energies.

"Get ready for battle!" As soon as Sigurd finished speaking, the terrifying kinetic energy tore apart the seamless shell of the ultra-density alloy, and a huge hole instantly appeared on the side of the main ship.

The difference in air pressure between the inside and outside caused many objects to be sucked out, and they disappeared in the clear blue sky in an instant. Only then did they discover that many objects like meteors were flying in the sky.

Mashu held Fujimaru Ritsuka behind him, but he heard the conversation of two girls in his ears.

"I took action when I smelled the sour smell of love on this ship, but where did they find a Jiawang?"

"Senior, be careful with your words."

They turned around and saw two girls, one was an orange-haired girl wearing a Chaldean uniform, and the other was Mashu wearing goggles...? !

"Did you betray?! Fujimaru Ritsuka!" Sigurd pulled out his Noble Phantasm and stood between the two groups of people: "You have this kind of power now."

"Fujimaru Ritsuka?!"

"Same name?!"

"+21 Ancient Fist Gloves, boy." Fujimaru Ritsuka [female] raised her fists and looked at everyone with a smile, showing the unconcealable characteristics of the command spell, and said with a smile:

"In the name of the Command Seal, Goetia, Tiamat, Draco"

"Restore your complete spiritual energy!"

Two pairs of nearly identical swords intertwined with each other, leaving several perfect silver arcs in the air.

Magic power, mass, speed, strength, all the elements that construct swords and techniques are different at first, but they will soon be synchronized to the same level.

Every second, several swords were broken, but new blades appeared in the hands.

ticking

Even almost being covered up by the dense sound of iron rain, bright red blood flowers were scattered in the dry mental world, and the already red soil was dyed with a new color.

"Uh-huh--" Emiya Shirou inserted his long sword into the soil, his teeth were almost broken, and his bloodshot eyes stared closely at the two figures walking towards him with swords in hand.

Although his vision was already blurry at this time.

"That's why I hate my immature self."

The sound came from the right side, the red holy cloth swayed, and the newly projected Ganjiang's sword pointed outwards.

"He only talks big words, like he wants to be a partner of justice and protect everyone."

"in the end"

"They are still no different from those young brats."

There was no disappointment or ridicule, as if he was stating an established fact, but Emiya Shirou had no strength to refute the other party at this time.

The healed flesh squeezed out a bullet, and as the bullet fell, my mind was filled with disgusting memories.

Even the soul is being stripped away, and the most fundamental part is gradually decaying. The blade is mechanically restored and the trigger is pulled, just to complete the most efficient killing.

"You ask me, can a righteous partner do all the bad things? Of course, because I am already rotten."

"The same goes for you, right?"

Innocent people lay at their feet, with broken limbs everywhere. They gave up their lives simply because they wanted to protect the demonic girl.

The ideals and ideas of the past have long since died, leaving only the fact that they are good at killing people. However, the relationship between the soul of a creature and its memory is far more wonderful than imagined.

Even if you have fallen into the devil's path, even if you have forgotten the most important people or things in your life, in the end only the instinct to protect humanity is left.

The past engraved on his soul can still be presented to Emiya Shirou at this time.

Of course, the price is that the power of implementing human principles as a priority, which has been sublimated into the opponent's mental pollution skill, has stamped a seal deep in Emiya Shirou's mind.

"Pollution is even worse than looking directly at Klein and listening to Su Lin's records." Emiya Shirou stood up unsteadily, raised his head, and sneered:

"Isn't it certain that I will overtake you?"

What responded to him were four giant weapons that appeared out of thin air. For the current Emiya Shirou, this speed did not even leave him time to project.

However, just by waving his arms with the radiance of magic power forward, the weapons shattered like glass.

"Actually, there is no need to stick to weapons. As long as the magic power can pass through smoothly and have destructive power, it is enough. Thank you, I have learned this."

After Emiya Shirou took a long breath, he looked at Emiya Alter and said:

"But I don't think the manufacturer's intentions are meaningless. Although weapons are props made for efficient killing, they can also be endowed with other meanings."

He was not correcting the other party's ideas, but wanted to tell these two people.

I haven't been defeated by them yet!

"I just think this way is easier than defeating you head-on." Alter Emiya had no expression on his face, as if everything had nothing to do with him:

"The moment you collapse, my mission will be completed."

"Go on, don't waste time."

The last words were spoken to the heroic spirit Emiya. He could see that at this time, although Emiya Shirou's physical recovery speed could keep up and his magic power was infinite, his soul and spirit were almost reaching their limits.

sulfuric acid--

The elderly Shirou Emiya came over holding a long sword without a hilt, and the scorching blade had not even cooled down.

Sparks were left flying in the wind along the way, but were quickly extinguished.

"Awaited."

He smiled, but his figure gradually became illusive.

Even though his brain was filled with fragmented information and his eyeballs were almost boiling, Emiya Shirou could still see the raw material of the sword.

It's the opponent's spiritual base.

"Even if I'm under the influence of Senko Muramasa, I can't say I like forging, but I have one thing in common with him."

As soon as he finished speaking, Emiya Shirou's flanks, chest, and cervical vertebrae were penetrated by short swords, long swords, and bullets respectively.

【I am the bone of my sword】

"Projection. Start."

His vision turned red, and then boundless white light descended.

Clang——

The tattered body was finally at this moment.

He fell to the ground.

"Aren't you going to save people?" Klein said to Su Lin:

"Although there is still about 1% stored in the magical girl world line that has not been completely transferred back, but if the souls here are annihilated, it will be troublesome to recover."

The reason why he asked Su Lin was because he was currently restricted by Su Lin.

The man whose face was perfected under the influence of Godhead was currently sitting in the projection room, his eyes fixed on the outside world, his eyes shining with an inexplicable look, and the smile on his lips was as bright as the sun.

"Do you need it? No need." Su Lin looked at Klein and smiled:

"Outsiders like us shouldn't interfere too much, otherwise wouldn't it all be meaningless?"

"In the absence of any conflict of interest, it is also exciting to see a guy who does not hesitate to go to the extreme and pursue his own ideals and path even when he reaches a dead end."

"I have earned back the ticket money for this trip. Do you want to go and see it together? Mr. Fool."

Su Lin took out a piece of the demigod characteristics of the audience path and stuffed it into his own historical projection. The extraordinary beings of the audience path can enter the depths of other people's minds and subconscious minds.

Klein looked at the heartfelt and joyful smile on Su Lin's lips, and then glanced at Shirou Emiya whose aura was gradually disappearing over there, "You go ahead, I don't need to take action as long as you are here."

After receiving the reply, Su Lin's golden vertical pupils and gray-white dragon scales appeared, and he went to the spiritual world in an instant.

Klein shook his head, "I hope this guy doesn't open the door to a new world."

What is more terrifying than the physical pain is the transmitted memories.

completely different

Those reasons for Shirou Emiya's transformation, and those reasons for Shirou Emiya's reversal.

There are many things that cannot be judged as right or wrong. They are obviously killing others, but these things can be rationalized.

Beauty is clothed in the appearance of ugliness, and ugliness is clothed in the appearance of beauty.

I was not twisted to this point from the beginning.

However, we cannot turn a blind eye to those evil deeds.

Because of the vows I once made and the ideals I firmly believe in, I must embark on the path of ‘justice’ even if I lose everything.

Betrayal by others? That doesn't matter at all.

As long as you don't betray justice, that's the "people's justice" you dreamed of when you were young.

"The blood is like iron, and the heart is like glass."

Much the same, it's as if destiny has determined the character of Emiya Shirou. As long as he pursues his ideals, he will sooner or later embark on this absurd path.

No blood, no tears, suppressing personal emotions, the result is that many people around you use them as props——[Because it is very convenient]

Bear it all.

[The group of children who were wrapped in bandages and even missing limbs held flowers and handed them to him. 】

This all makes sense, right?

[At night, artillery fire shines in the sky, and with the roar, everything disappears. When the man returned to this town in the early morning of the next day, what he saw was ruins that were dilapidated and could not even be called ancient. So, he took the weapon and headed to the next battlefield.]

"Several times across the battlefield without defeat."

When he came back to his senses, Emiya Shirou's body was already filled with various weapons.

[In order to implement his ideals, he killed many people, killing to the point where even the lives of innocent people no longer mattered. In the end, he saved thousands of times the lives of the people he killed. 】

Stepping on the yellow sand in the sky, with every step forward, those weapons seemed to be burrowing into the flesh and blood.

His body has obviously been penetrated, where should he go?

In this state, it is impossible to move forward, and the sandstorm is getting bigger and bigger, so just rest like this.

"Can you follow me?" The man's words seemed to recollect in his ears.

"Uh-uhhhhhhhhh!!!" Opening his eyes, holding his breath, and rushing out, the body that was about to fall apart took steps forward with the sound of friction between the sword blade and the bones.

The dying body cheered up and swallowed the blood clot in its throat.

"You are!"

"You guys should just follow me!"

He was so crazy that he didn't see that in the desert storm behind him, many figures with similar faces had been left behind by him. Just because his eyes were staring into the distance, he couldn't see those figures at all.

"Humph." The red figure in the middle drew a smile on his lips, and disappeared into the wind and sand with those figures.

thump--!

The sound of falling was heard.

After running out of the desert, he fell into this desolate black land. That was the inevitable result.

Not because of the distance, but because at the end of the road, he dug a deeper grave for himself than anyone else.

It was as dark as an abyss, with no sunlight and no direction.

This corrupted messenger of justice has collapsed beyond repair. Compared to other Emiyas, this person has already given up on himself.

The dark gears were the only thing that could be "seen" clearly. Shirou Emiya felt the riot gradually coming from his body. The swords that penetrated his body finally calmed down, but at this time they became a new threat.

‘Is it because you are too arrogant? He actually wanted to take this person's share with him. ’ Shirou Emiya couldn’t help but think.

The reality did not give him a chance to regret, he moved forward aimlessly, and then...

"Ah!!!" He wailed and looked at his feet, and a dark irregular sword blade pierced the soles of his feet.

Immediately afterwards, the soil on the black earth was replaced by steel, and countless broken swords grew out of the ground like plants.

Fragmented memories poured into Emiya Shirou's mind like a tide, along with reversed thoughts.

[The end result of blindly chasing ideals and just pursuing results will eventually make everything go to waste. ]

[It is much easier to throw chaos into the world and inject evil than to maintain justice. ]

Even so, Emiya Shirou did not stop.

"Stop denying yourself!"

It was more intense than the previous feeling of being angry and unwilling to admit defeat. This was a kind of anger.

That ideal was broken and twisted, but even so, this person remained firm to the end.

"Even if it becomes like this, you are still here."

Blood flowed from his facial features. At this time, his face was ferocious, but he stepped forward without hesitation, and the broken sword blade also pierced the other foot.

"Are you against evil?"

Run, don't stop, pass from here!

[There is no meaning, whether it is morality, love, family affection, or even ideals, there is no meaning. Pick up the weapon and aim it at the vital point. It only takes a very simple action to take away the life. If you encounter someone who is difficult to kill, then use that one]

If you fall, use your hands to support yourself, whether it’s your palms or soles, so what if it’s broken! ?

The pain from the nerves, tears, snot, and blood mixed together, it didn't matter if he was in a mess.

He can't look back, and he can't stop. Even though his soul is being left in this place bit by bit along with his flesh and blood, it is at least better than all of them.

Reach more distant places!

With the emergence of this thought, a crazy idea appeared in Emiya Shirou's mind.

‘The sword comes out of the body. ’

No longer suppressed, the same steel blade broke through the flesh and emerged from the body, and the unformed "sword" was wrapped around the broken soles and palms.

There was a blank in his mind, and even a soul that had been strengthened many times could not contain the pain of this violent origin.

"It's okay to lose to anyone, but you can't lose to yourself!"

When he stepped out, the sound that sounded was no longer the piercing of flesh and blood and the oppression in his throat, but the sound of the collision of sword blades!

Finally, with iron thorns all over his body, he finally arrived.

Within a workshop.

"Life, death, past, future... failed again." The man who looked exactly like me, but had white hair and an old tone, put down the hammer and stood up:

"Actually, the restraint force wants me to forge a weapon that can not only cut off past karma, but also reach the past and future, and penetrate life and death."

"Used on the individual Emiya Shirou, maybe the crisis can be resolved."

"But if you think about it, you will know. How can I accomplish something that it cannot do on its own in a short period of time? Even so, the knowledge brought by the Ten Directions Sword Art has given me New directions.”

"Sorry. As we get older, we talk more."

"The ten directions will be destroyed, this sword is not complete."

He put the red-hot iron block into the cold water, and the steam bubbled up.

"But your current state has reached your limit."

There was advice in his cold tone, and he looked like a young man, but he felt like he was facing an elder.

"Go back, it's enough. You have other means of resurrection in your body. It doesn't matter if you use them at this time." The man smiled and said:

"Unfortunately, that's the end of it."

Emiya Shirou was silent. He felt that he had forgotten a lot of things. He lowered his head and looked at his current situation.

Why are you here?

never mind

Let's forget about that kind of thing for now.

He raised his head and looked forward, walking uncoordinatedly towards the person with the same appearance, his eyes fixed on the long sword in the other person's hand.

"You will die." The man suppressed his smile and held the sword blade with both hands, but his eyes suddenly changed and looked behind Shirou Emiya, and the hand that had just raised the sword slightly lowered it.

Emiya Shirou subconsciously looked behind him, not only because of the man's eyes, but because of what he felt.

The pure white dress was floating, with the ribbon and hem trailing on the ground. The silver-haired girl stood behind Shirou Emiya. Blood seeped out of her high-heeled boots and spread in a pool on the ground. There were many wounds on her white calves. It's like it's stained with a few plum blossoms.

Ellie

I can't remember what happened.

Obviously I should remember the other person's name. I seem to have seen this kind of thing before.

"Shirou, you ran too fast!" The girl's voice was trembling, and the expression on her face was unnatural but still showed a smile:

"I can hardly keep up with you."

The tone sounded like he had found something important, mixed with rejoicing and joy, but also hiding fear, and his voice was a little unstable.

"Why...are you here?" Emiya Shirou asked in confusion.

"Because I was a little worried when I saw you acting like this, so I followed you to have a look." The silver-haired girl smiled and said:

"As for the soul, it's the family magic of the Einzbern family."

"Sure enough, if you weren't careful, you would have ended up like this."

Emiya Shirou noticed the girl's high heels and was stunned.

Sensing the other person's gaze, she covered it with the long sleeves of her dress and said with a smile: "I am a materialized body of the soul, so it doesn't matter. I will recover after a while."

Emiya Shirou opened his mouth, stretched out his hand to touch, but saw that his hand full of swords could only freeze in the air, "Iri...I'm sorry."

He didn't know whether his apology was because he couldn't remember the other person's name, or because his actions caused the other person to be hurt.

"It's okay, because Illya made an agreement with Shirou before." The girl stretched out her little hand and gently held Emiya Shirou's hand, and said with a smile:

"No matter where we go, I will accompany Shirou until the end."

"I have always wanted to help Shirou, but in the end, all I could provide was magic power, tactics, and direction. Until the end, I was just at the side."

"No, I didn't discuss it with you. I..." Emiya Shirou suddenly recalled many memories at this moment. Looking at the girl in front of him whose arm was injured because of his touch, his heart tightened:

"Ilia, stop!"

Looking at that tolerant look and being touched by that gentle hand, an unprecedented wave of emotions appeared in my heart.

"Actually, I'm still very angry, because if Shirou continues like this, sooner or later he will reach the next dead end."

"For me, my life now is like a dream. The third method has been realized, but I am not living as an Einzbern doll, nor am I living to fulfill other people's wishes."

"In the future, I will have enough time to go shopping and shopping in shopping malls. I will be able to see spring, summer, autumn and winter, enjoy different seasons, and also go to different parts of the world to see different scenery."

"But all of this means nothing if Shirou isn't around."

The blood flowed down the palm of his hand and onto Shirou Emiya's body. A steady stream of soul power began to repair the broken body, and the origin of the rampage also returned to silence in the lullaby of the soul.

She always remembered the promise, but she plunged into her own whirlpool.

People will always stumble upon the same mistake.

Being stared at by those eyes, besides guilt, there was also a different kind of emotion in my heart.

"Illya?!"

All the words he wanted to say were blocked, like two soft petals of flowers covering his lips, the slender arms around his neck were as light as nothing, the repair of the soul, even the missing piece in the heart was not left behind. .

Different from the shy impulse last time, I didn’t use the so-called movie lines as a reason, it was just

The girl is full of love and awareness.

Not far away, the old Wei Gong stood there in a daze. He looked at the "Destroy in All Directions" in his hand and fell into silence.

after a long time

"Next time, don't forget my name." Illya's blushing face said with a little blame: "Only this point can't be done!"

"Yeah" Shirou Emiya scratched his head a little embarrassedly: "Wait for me."

He turned and walked towards the elderly Emiya with a strange expression, "Long wait."

"I know that young people can easily fall into feelings, even me." The old Emiya murmured to himself. He glanced at the blade in his hand and shook his head:

"No one told me it was this kind of world line."

Historical pores.

The movie theater grafted into this spot of light from the past by the Lord of Mysteries, the King of Time and Space, the Beacon of Destiny, the Incarnation of the Origin Castle, and the Ruler of the Spirit World. In fact, the screen is empty and you can look directly at the outside world.

On the seat in the middle, Klein was eating popcorn and watching the two guardians who had not disappeared holding their swords and about to give the final blow to Shirou Emiya, who was half kneeling on the ground.

At this time, the shadow of a silver-haired girl hugged Emiya Shirou from behind.

Not long after, a brilliant sword light burst out from Emiya Shirou's body, as if it was going to cut off the entire world.

"Don't you need to worry about the Holy Grail?" Klein said to himself: "I remember that the Holy Grail center is very important."

"It doesn't matter anymore." Su Lin's eyes were clear, his face was sacred, and a clear merit halo appeared behind his head, full of silence and peace:

"Prepare to use the Holy Grail on the Magical Girl World Line to break open the door to the source."

"You're back now?" Klein said expressionlessly, "What are you going to do with those enemies?"

"Enemies?" A smile appeared on Su Lin's lips: "I came here because of a misunderstanding. I am a guest."

This sense of perfection, if something hadn't happened that made his satisfaction threshold explode, this guy would have escaped into Buddhism. This sage mode is simply comparable to the way he went crazy before.

"I will pay for all purchases."

I thought it would be better to finish writing and post it, otherwise it would look weird.