Shirou Emiya doesn't want to work overtime

Why?

She didn't understand and couldn't understand.

It's just that I want to get in touch with Emiya Shirou more and want to understand him from the bottom of my heart.

Perhaps, in the future, he will never have the chance to know a brother who [hates] him so much.

"Emiya Shirou—"

Sajo Ayaka whispered Emiya Shirou's name softly. They only spent a few days together, but his image was deeply engraved in her mind.

A man who claims to be a magician but knows next to nothing about magic.

A man who didn't even have magic circuits, but was able to defeat the twenty-seven ancestors of the Dead Apostles with his sword skills.

A person who forcibly kisses himself when he disagrees with her and sticks his tongue out.

A man who offends countless women is like the hero of a light novel.

A person who can sacrifice himself for others without hesitation.

Maybe I will never forget such a person in my life.

"Emiya Shirou—"

Hier whispered Emiya Shirou's name softly. She had never seen such a person before, a person who could give his all for others.

Stupid?

madness!

In the magician's opinion, he was stupid for actually giving up his life for some ordinary people.

In the eyes of the Dead Apostles and True Ancestor, he was stupid for wanting to use his human body to resist Zhu Yue.

But Hier really couldn't describe someone like Shirou Emiya as stupid.

At this moment, she could only think of one word to describe Emiya Shirou - great.

From time to time, she thought that if she could meet Emiya Shirou earlier, maybe she could become very good friends.

"I wish you good luck in martial arts——!"

Joan of Arc knelt on the ground and prayed with great piety, as always.

Day after day, he never stopped offering his blessings to Shirou Emiya.

Standing on the hill, Emiya Shirou put his hand on his chest, and a dull voice slowly sounded——

【This body is made of sword】

Chapter 1,146 Sword Inscription - [Destroy the World]

"boom--!"

Amidst the roaring sound of breaking through the sky, the vermilion moon hanging in the sky was falling rapidly, and the airflow was collapsing with an unimaginable sound.

As if the end was coming, the entire world was occupied by this dazzling vermilion.

"cough--!"

Shirou Emiya couldn't help but cough up a mouthful of blood foam, which turned his body red. The body standing on the hillock squatted down in extreme pain.

"After losing Avalon, did the collapse happen so quickly?"

Emiya Shirou's vision had become a little blurry. The moment he reached the top of the hill, he couldn't even see his own hands clearly.

"What else can I do now?

The magic power is gone————

The magic power stored in the command spell is very limited. In terms of quantity, it is basically only enough to release the Noble Phantasm once.

During the battle, Emiya Shirou not only projected a large number of spiral swords, but also projected a seven-layered blazing circle that consumed a lot of magic power.

Coupled with the constant fighting between the flames and black mud in Shirou Emiya's body, the magic power could not be stored in his body for long.

Now, in Shirou Emiya's body, the magic power provided by that command spell has disappeared.

Physical strength, exhausted————

In order to use his own poor strength to fight against many powerful enemies, Ikki Shura, Ikki Kuotetsu, created unique sword-cutting skills.

It can only be used once a day to condense all the power you have into one minute, strengthening your physical strength dozens of times. Once used, the body will weaken rapidly.

The body suddenly collapsed————

Without Avalon, Emiya Shirou's body collapsed in almost seconds. Perhaps before the Vermilion Moon fell, his body could no longer bear the two forces and collapsed completely.

Half of the body was swallowed by darkness, and half was covered by flames.

Emiya Shirou now had some difficulty even holding the sword, let alone resisting the doomsday-like natural disaster.

In Tohsaka Rin's words, Emiya Shirou's exposure to the vermilion moon was almost the same as death.

Because Shirou Emiya simply does not have any power that can prevent the fall of the Vermilion Moon.

You already have to do your best to survive, but to stand in front of this natural disaster with such arrogance and say that you want to stop him is really laughable.

"If there is any strength I can rely on now."

Standing on the hillock, Emiya Shirou fell into deep thought, as if he was retracing something, and put his hand on his chest.

Noble Phantasm?

There is no Noble Phantasm in the Unlimited Sword System that can solve this disaster, and even Shirou Emiya does not have the magic power to project it.

Black mud?

If there was so much black mud in Pandora's Box, there might be a one-in-a-million chance of preventing the Crimson Moon from falling to the ground, but it was impossible to do it just by relying on the existence of this part of Shirou Emiya's body.

flame?

The flames that are enough to burn out the world are indeed terrifying, and may be the only power that can solve the problem of the Vermilion Moon. But just like the black mud with the power to destroy the world, under the falling Vermilion Moon, the magnitude is too great. Low.

However, at this moment, Emiya Shirou was not thinking about how to use the power of this flame, but————

"I need a sword-"

"A sword that can split the world apart!"

"A sword that can end this disaster!"

That----

Where does this sword that is said to be able to end this disaster come from?

[No need to come from where, because————]

"This body is made of swords!"

A burst of bright light bloomed from his chest, illuminating the vermilion world.

Emiya Shirou is a [sword] in his own right.

Infinite sword control is the mental landscape of his being a sword.

Emiya Shirou is good at projection magic, but that is just a by-product of the inherent barrier "Infinite Sword System" formed by the embodiment of his mental landscape.

The appearance of [Sword] does not require projection magic.

"clang--!"

"clang--!"

"clang--!"

Some kind of knocking sound.

Some kind of steely tapping sound.

The sound of some kind of swordsmith forging a weapon echoed in the vermilion night.

"Pah! Cah! Cah!"

Almost at the same moment, such a voice sounded from Emiya Shirou.

That's the muscle being torn.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

That's bones being crushed.

"Puff! Puff! Puff!"

That's skin being torn apart.

"Tick tock! Tick tock! Tick tock!"

It was blood that was constantly falling.

His body was collapsing at an extremely terrifying speed, as if Emiya Shirou would die from this in the next second.

But Emiya Shirou turned a blind eye, staring closely at the moon that was rapidly falling in the sky with his blurred eyes.

In the moment of racing against death, Emiya Shirou's heart was extremely peaceful.

"clang--!"

"clang--!!"

"clang--!!!"

As if it had entered the final stage, the knocking sounds surrounding this space suddenly became urgent.

"I need a sword-"

Emiya Shirou murmured softly.

"A sword that can split the world--"

The loud knocking sound suddenly became calmer.

"A sword that can end this disaster——"

"call--!"

At this moment, Emiya Shirou's originally mixed body of light and dark was instantly swallowed up by darkness.

Time seemed to become extremely slow at this moment.

“Buzz——!”

A burst of dazzling crimson light lit up Emiya Shirou's chest, and his hand on his chest continued to extend forward as if he had grasped something.

"Qiang——!"

The sound of unsheathing echoed in this space at the same moment. Shirou Emiya, it was not only the [sword] but also the [scabbard].

The thing that was pulled out from Emiya Shirou's body was tightly held by his right hand and waved slightly at his side.

That's a sword.

There are countless red lines on the sword, the sword is like gold, and the hilt is a black and red three-foot-two-inch double-edged sword surrounded by flames.

Immediately, Emiya Shirou raised the sword in his hand above his head.

"Buzz!"

Along with the sound of a concussion, a bright light suddenly rose on the sword with countless red lines.

At this moment, the surrounding space seemed to be unable to withstand its pressure and began to shatter at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho!!!!!!!"

As if sensing some kind of crisis, the Arquitect condensed into a light body let out a terrifying roar, and the power that would turn an ordinary person into a blood mist at the moment of contact pressed down on Shirou Emiya.

The internal organs had been shattered under the pressure of the force.

The body also became broken under the pull of the air current.

Death has crawled all over his body, even using corpse to describe the current Shirou Emiya is not an exaggeration.

But that firm will never gave in.

Holding the sword in his hand, Emiya Shirou's eyes that could no longer see anything looked directly at Zhu Yue, never looking away.