I Will Be the Son of Man

A muscular man holding an ax and sword had already stood in front of him at some point.

Emiya Shirou raised his head and looked at the man in front of him.However, he could only see the madness of losing his reason in the eyes of the other party.

The ax and sword in the opponent's hand had already been swung at this moment, Emiya Shirou's brain subconsciously issued an early warning, and his body reacted first, rolled sideways, and fell directly into the courtyard.

And although the ax sword didn't hit him, the gust of wind it brought caused Shirou Emiya's back to hurt.

--what is that?

This doubt flashed in his mind, Emiya Shirou stumbled up from the ground, and ran towards the room on the other side.

—Why does that girl want to kill me?

Judging from Hercules' huge size, Emiya Shirou may not be suitable for moving in a small space, so his body moved quickly.

After running into the room, Emiya Shirou's breathing was a little disordered. He kept running in one room after another, because he could hear the sound of the wood breaking behind him. broke in.

——Is that man the same as those who disappeared before?

Thinking of the posture of the other party suddenly appearing in front of him with a rather exaggerated weapon in his hand, Emiya Shirou couldn't help thinking of the white-haired young man who also wanted to kill him two nights ago.

In his memory, he has never seen those people. If the white-haired young man named Archer wanted to kill him, it was because of the secret of magic.

So why now?

boom!

A room was shattered wildly. Hercules was holding an ax and sword, and it seemed that he was going to catch up with Emiya Shirou in the next second.

Emiya Shirou had also run to the end, he stopped involuntarily, picked up the wooden knife that Fujimura Taiga had left at his side, and pointed it at Hercules.

"Trace on."

"Constitute material, reinforce."

Light green streaks of light extended from Emiya Shirou's hand, covering the wooden knife in his hand.

At the same time, the huge ax and sword also came at this moment.

Click!

Even though it had been strengthened, the wooden knife broke in two after only an instant of collision.

Fortunately, the opponent used the flat surface of the ax and sword instead of the sharp edge or the back of the sword. Therefore, Emiya Shirou, who had suffered a huge impact, was not cut off in the middle, but flew upside down.

My arm felt like I had lost all feeling, and even my abdomen hurt like hell.

Emiya Shirou knew that after he fell to the ground, the impact might injure his internal organs, but now he has nothing to do.

However, the imaginary collision did not come, Emiya Shirou felt as if someone had caught him.

"Shiro, are you alright?"

Hill undertook the impact from Emiya Shirou and caught the opponent steadily.

"Hill? Keke..."

Still feeling unwell, Emiya Shirou unavoidably coughed a few times.

"It's okay, leave the rest to me."

Putting Emiya Shirou on the ground, Hill stepped forward.

"Saber, protect Shirou."

"Hercules and I have agreed to fight me."

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Chapter 027: The Battle of Friends

Fuyuki City, Emiya House.

Emiya Shirou sat slumped on the ground, his abdomen was still aching from the previous impact, his arms were not broken, but they were still in a state of paralysis at the moment.

He raised his head and looked at Hill who was walking towards the burly man, and then there was a sound of footsteps behind him, and a knight girl wearing a bright silver armor and skirt stood Beside her, Wei Wei guarded the surroundings.

Judging from Hill's previous words, the opponent should be Saber.

However, it was rescued again......

Emiya Shirou stared blankly at the pure white figure, always feeling as if he saw some ideal posture on the other side.

Artoria calmed down her breathing a little bit. Earlier, she sensed the servant's breath when she just went out.

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After realizing that the breath was Berserker Hercules, Hill rushed over immediately, not even having time to drive the locomotive.

And Arturia could only follow Hill closely afterwards, but the speed of the other party was too fast, which also caused her to slow down a little.

Holding the invisible holy sword in her hand, Artoria glanced at Emiya Shirou sitting behind her, and decided to protect him according to Hill's words.

At the same time, in the sky, a pure white Pegasus hides behind the clouds.

Anna sat on the pegasus, watching the situation below.

Although Hill said before that she didn't need her help, Anna was still a little worried about Hill, so she quietly chose to observe from above.

Although judging from the feeling, after so many years, Hill may have already surpassed him in terms of strength, but Anna still didn't feel relieved to look away from her.

The cold night wind blew past, and the silver plate-like moon poked out from behind the clouds again.

The moonlight poured down on the ground like running water, dyeing the ground with a layer of "frost white".

The silver light around Hill turned around, and a set of silver armor appeared on his body.

And Hercules, who was originally standing in the ruined room, also stepped out of the room at this time.

The two of them stood at a distance from each other, staring at each other.

"Berserker, come on! Defeat him!"

Illya looked at the set of silver armor on Hill's body, and felt a strong fluctuation of magic power, and a certain guess in her heart couldn't help but surfaced again.

However, even if the opponent is genuine, her Berserker is invincible!

Hearing Illya's order, Hercules' breathing became heavy, and thick white gas came out from between his mouth and nose, making him look like a machine that had already been ignited. Engined fighting machine.

The silver sword appeared from Hill's hand. Hill stared at Hercules, and Hercules seemed to be waiting for a certain opportunity. During this short period of time, the surrounding air seemed to freeze In general, it is suffocatingly depressing.

"here we go."

Artoria suddenly whispered something to herself, causing Emiya Shirou to look at her incomprehensibly.

And just when he turned his head to look at the courtyard again, two sonic boom-like sounds sounded almost at the same time.

The silver figure collided with the black figure, Emiya Shirou couldn't help but worry about Hill.

Because in terms of body shape alone, the difference between the two is too much.

However, what was expected did not happen.

Even though the extraordinarily slender silver sword collided with the ax and sword, there was no sign of being broken.

Dazzling sparks bloomed in the darkness, and the sound of drum-like dense metal impacts sounded continuously, but the two people, one tall and one short, didn't retreat, as if they were quite powerful.

The ground that the two of them stepped on collapsed, and the scope of the collapse continued to expand.

Artoria frowned tightly. Although she believed in Hill's strength, she couldn't help but feel worried at this moment.

Should I say that he really deserves to be the most famous hero in Greek mythology? Even if he becomes mad, his fighting skills are still remembered by his body......

After being bounced off by the blade, the huge ax and sword swung back quickly without holding back.

When Hill and Hercules met for the first time last night, they had agreed to take a completely serious attitude towards each other.

Of course, because of his berserk relationship, all that remains of Hercules is the reason to make this agreement.

But now, he has already turned into a complete destruction machine, determined to wipe out everything in front of him.

Dodging the oncoming ax and sword sideways, Hill found a gap, stepped forward a few steps, and came in front of Hercules.

The silver sword in his hand pierced the opponent's incomparably strong chest without hesitation, and Hercules seemed to be aware of Hill's thoughts, and the ax and sword quickly slashed back.

Hill stretched out his left hand, a faint radiance radiated from the golden pupils, the magic power on his body gathered, and he directly caught the ax sword with one hand.

At the same time, the silver blade pierced into the opponent's chest.

Blood soaked the blade, and the heart was undoubtedly pierced through.

However, Hill always felt that something was wrong.

The dull panting sound sounded again, and Hercules seemed to be unaffected, his arms were so strong that Hill could no longer hold the back of the ax and sword, and he lifted his legs and swept towards him.

Subconsciously pulling out his own blade, Hill pulled back a distance to avoid the leg sweep, but there was also doubt in his eyes.

The wound that should have appeared on Hercules' chest gradually healed under the diffusion of a burst of scorching white air.

If it weren't for the blood still remaining on his chest, I'm afraid everyone would have regarded the scene of stabbing into his chest just now as an illusion.

How is this going?

Arturia looked at Hercules standing in the courtyard in puzzlement, and frowned again.

"I'm afraid it's because of the Noble Phantasm or the skill you possess..."

Suddenly there was a man's voice in the air, and with the emergence of a burst of spiritual light, the white-haired young man in a red windbreaker stood on the eaves of the courtyard.

"Archer, why are you here?"

Arturia looked at Archer vigilantly, aiming at him with the invisible holy sword in her hand.

"You make such a big noise, it's hard for people not to notice."

"Don't worry, I'm not here to fight, I'm just a spectator."

Archer chuckled and explained.

But Artoria didn't fully believe the other party's words, because who knew if the other party would suddenly sneak in while Hill was fighting, and then take the opportunity to sneak attack Hill.

Archer seemed to have seen Arturia's thoughts, but he just glanced at Emiya Shirou who was still sitting on the ground behind Artoria, then withdrew his gaze, and looked towards the field with his arms folded, as if Really have no intention of fighting.

In the courtyard, Hill looked at the blood stains on his sword, which had begun to dissipate due to the characteristics of the blade itself.