Legend of the Giants of the Imperial Palace

"roll!"

"Whoa, whoa..."

Shirou finally raised the corners of his mouth: "You really, you have to seize the opportunity in this situation! What is the critical moment? Or are you saying that what you said before was all false? The world is quite peaceful, and there is nothing wrong with you. Just want to come out to play, and then want to collect a creature named Emiya, and take me away by the way?"

"Cough cough..."

Seeing Alaya coughing violently, Shirou felt that he was right.

At least half of it is true!

Alaya couldn't help retorting: "I don't collect all Emiya in the world!"

"Oh?" Shirou looked at her questioningly.

"At least——" Alaya whispered in a voice so small that he could hardly hear him, "I don't collect Kiritsugu, the last time I saw it was also called Emiya, I collected it wrong, which caused me to lose a world. Wire."

"What?"

"Nothing!" Alaya opened his eyes wide and bluffed.

"Well, you only have one chance, tell me quickly, I'll leave if you don't tell me, and I won't help you anymore."

"Ah—I said I said! It's Emiya. I sent him on a mission before, and then he was polluted and turned into a black guy."

"Did you spoil it?"

"No! When I was repairing, he used the power of the guardian to run over to deal with the problem. It was fine, but he just slipped away! This is the big problem!"

"Are you sure you're not a wage earner who doesn't want to be exploited by an unscrupulous boss like you?"

"No! Definitely not! There must be troublemakers trying to harm me!"

Alaya replied confidently.

Chapter 59

The field of vision is red, which is very strange. Among the people who fell down, most of them had no trauma on their bodies.

There are no gunshot wounds, let alone knife marks, and there are only various traces of radiation on people's bodies.

But it was different after a while, and soon, people who were hacked to death finally appeared in the field of vision, not one, not ten, not a hundred, but tens of thousands, with corpses strewn across the field.

The blood did not flow into a river, the blood had already dried up.

No war, no massacre can compare with it.

Anyone thinks this is an act of a terrorist, but it is not, although the person who is considered a terrorist attacked the control room that took over the nuclear weapons in a way that no one understands, and filled the world with Radiation, but his purpose is not to scare the world.

Clothed in red cloth, he walked forward slowly, holding a black bow in his hand.That bow is one of the weapons of justice. Countless people died because of it, but countless people lived because of it.

The bowman also thinks so. In many cases, killing can save people, and even the people who kill are not the so-called enemies, but ordinary people.As long as it hinders him, he must start without any lingering.

Otherwise, more people will die because of his hesitation.

He was right, so he killed a lot of people.

He is also gentle, so those innocent people who were killed by him always appear in his mind.

He won't say sorry, it's not his job.

With this time, he might as well save more people instead of crying needlessly.

But this world always has the greatest malice towards such people, as if someone is manipulating the world, driving those gentle and correct people to a dead end.

For the world is neither gentle nor right.The world has no such concepts and operates without mercy.

"Iamtheboneofmysword"

"Can you beat me?"

He didn't speak, but continued to chant: "Steelismybody, and fireismyblood."

"You can't beat me, but I can't beat you either. The only one who can beat you is yourself, but you can't do it anymore, right? Emiya with a heart like glass?"

"Die!"

Kiritsugu suddenly woke up from the dream, and couldn't help covering his mouth.Even he, seeing the scene in the dream, couldn't help weeping for the protagonist of the dream.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

Someone from outside the barracks immediately rushed in, and hurriedly asked: "Mr. Kiritsugu, what's the matter? What's the matter with you?"

Kiritsugu ignored it, stood up alone, leaned against the wall, covered his face with his left hand, and tried his best to bury his pain in his heart.

"fine."

Hearing this, the man was relieved a lot, but the inner curiosity still existed.

That man who has almost no expression at all, except when he is with his wife who occasionally smiles, is crying?

"It's just that I have to leave early." Kiritsugu picked up the phone, seeing the frightened look of the man, he didn't explain, but explained the work, "I will send someone to replace me. Don't worry."

The call was connected quickly. On the other side of the ocean, the other end of the call was the United States, which was nearly nine time zones away.

"Is it Maiya?"

"I'm——is it Kiritsugu?"