Sister Rescue Plan

Emiya Shiori tried to struggle, but she immediately fell silent when the sharp blade of the gun was placed against her neck.

"Kill him, Berserker!"

A childish voice rang out, and Ilya puffed up her cheeks in anger, pointing at Cú Chulainn and giving the order.

"Roar roar roar roar roar!!!"

Hercules abandoned Arthur, who had been relentlessly pursuing him, and charged towards them with his greatsword, ignoring even as Arthur's holy sword pierced his back.

Swah——

Just as Hercules was heading towards Cú Chulainn, a jet-black beam of light, as dark as the night sky, shot out from the surrounding dense forest and struck Hercules directly.

Hercules vanished, leaving only a long black trail on the ground, like embers from a fire, stretching all the way into the dense forest.

A boy covered in eerie red runes appeared before everyone. His body was covered by a red cloth, and a red cloth was tied around his head. His smile was sinister.

"Courageous and diligent, unyielding and resolute, even when bound by madness, they never forget their desire to protect. It's truly a wonderful taste." He uttered a sigh that sounded like he had just finished eating, smacking his lips as if he were savoring an unparalleled delicacy.

"Give me back my Berserker!" A sharp cry rang out from Ilya, and countless birds materialized, shooting straight at the boy like arrows from a drawn bow.

Rumble!

Then came a violent explosion. Illya detonated all the familiars. The sheer force of the explosion would injure even a Servant who directly experienced it.

The boy fared even worse, being blown to pieces.

But he was not dead yet. The fleshy sprouts on the ground grew rapidly, writhing like tentacles. A deep malice spread from the fleshy mass, making one feel a chill.

"What is that thing?" Arthur's expression turned serious, revealing for the first time a resolute killing intent. This twisted and insane monster should not exist in this world.

"What the hell is this thing?!" Shouldn't it be Black Sakura coming out at this time?

Izayoi Mirai swallowed the rest of her sentence. After learning about the illusion Arthur mentioned, Izayoi Mirai's first thought was that it must be Matou Sakura, who had become the Black Grail. To prevent her from corrupting Medea, she didn't go out tonight. But what the hell is this boy who jumped out? Can the Black Mud be translated into Chinese?

Wait, I remember the Holy Grail was corrupted by someone, Izayoi Mirai tried desperately to recall, but she couldn't remember who it was. She only remembered that it was summoned by the Avenger class and that it was an innocent young man who was sacrificed as an evil god of Zoroastrianism.

"Medea, what's the name of the evil god of Zoroastrianism again?"

Medea paused for a moment, but as a witch, she was quite adept at this: "Angola Mainyu."

Just as Yosuke Mirai was about to speak, a beam of red light streaked across the sky.

“Kill him now, Archer.”

Rin Tohsaka stared at Archer, raising her right hand, now holding only one Command Seal—the meaning of which was self-evident.

If you release any more water, I'll use a Command Seal.

"I understand." Archer sighed. He didn't want to kill the old sword. For some reason, his feelings towards Arthur were complicated, and there were indeed many things that didn't make sense about Matou Sakura's death. Unfortunately, Rin Tohsaka's orders at this time could not be disobeyed.

"I hope you survive, Saber."

He sighed softly and projected a strange greatsword, the very same pseudo-spiral sword he used to ambush Gilgamesh.

The air was torn apart, and crimson flames, swirling around the greatsword, shot towards Arthur in an instant.

Arthur's keen intuition led him to instinctively swing his sword at the spiral sword, but the spiral sword exploded the next moment.

The power of a Noble Phantasm self-destructing is quite severe, especially a Noble Phantasm of a high rank. Arthur's armor was blown to shreds, and fragments cut his body.

However, this is just the beginning.

Swords, spears, halberds, and all sorts of Noble Phantasms were fired at Archer, then self-destructed. Arthur couldn't even escape, and his injuries worsened.

On the other side, Angra Mainyu's body was also fully reassembled. With a wave of his hand, his imposing figure appeared, none other than the previously vanished Hercules. At this moment, Hercules was even more silent than before, and gave off a more dangerous feeling.

"Berserker!" Illya called out joyfully, but to her surprise, Angra Mainyu pointed at her, and the once loyal Hercules immediately grabbed his greatsword and rushed towards Illya, his posture showing no sign of showing any mercy.

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The golden holy sword blocked Hercules' path, leaving a deep, bone-revealing wound on his chest, while Arthur was also struck by the Noble Phantasm, taking the blow head-on.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his expression resolute, and murmured to himself:

Absolutely, I will not let you hurt her daughter.

Three swords shot towards him in a triangular formation. Arthur used Hercules' body as a shield, and the three Noble Phantasms blasted Hercules to pieces. With a flash of sword light, Arthur beheaded him with a single strike.

The head was reassembled, but there was no Noble Phantasm that could be considered support, which seemed to have been forbidden by Rin Tohsaka, unless he stopped using Hercules as a shield.

With the added advantage of intuition and the swordsmanship honed on the battlefield, the irrational Hercules, who was unskilled in martial arts and whose target was Illya, was simply no match for him.

Headshots, dismemberment, heart gouging...

Each time he was killed, the same method could no longer kill him.

"You want to save her?" Tentacles seemed to dance behind Angolan Manuel, who held a book in his hands and looked at him with a mocking gaze. "So, what will you choose?"

He pointed one finger at Emiya Shiori, and a jet of black light shot out from between his fingers!

Chapter Twenty-One: Gay Explosion!

"Lancer, watch out, keep moving, and make sure you don't get hit by that guy."

Izayoi Mirai contacts Cú Chulainn through a method unique to Masters and Servants, while simultaneously establishing contact with her familiars:

"Rin Tohsaka, halt all actions against Saber now. Prioritize eliminating that young Servant. If he doesn't die, we will all die!"

He paused, his voice colder than ever before: "If you dare to make any underhanded moves and hold us back, I'll kill you first."

"We have to get there quickly." After disconnecting the familiar, Izayoi Mirai put on her coat, gripped her spear, and looked extremely grim. "If that guy corrupts all the Heroic Spirits present, we're doomed."

Think about it, King Arthur, Cú Chulainn, and Archer are all Servants with extremely strong combat power. Once they are corrupted, there is no need to continue this Holy Grail War. Add to that Angra Mainyu, the already corrupted Hercules, Gilgamesh who is spying in the shadows, and even the god-level Servant who may be possessing Matou Sakura. It is almost certain that Izayoi Mirai will die.

A bitter smile crept across his lips. Caster could only unleash its full power in a prepared magic workshop, but he had to repeatedly send Medea out of the workshop.

He took Medea's hand: "Remember, after you get me over there, hide yourself and make sure you protect yourself."

“Please forgive me for refusing, future lord.” Medea defied his command for the first time. “You are the Master, and I am the Servant. It is an insult to me to let you risk your life alone while I hide in the shadows.”

“I’m not asking you to hide and do nothing.” Yushou Mirai chuckled. “You are a very important fighting force. While I’m dealing with the other Servants, turn that place into your domain. Sort the earth’s energy, regulate the spiritual veins, and turn that place into your magic workshop. When it becomes your home ground, that’s when you can make your mark.”

“I understand.” Medea clearly knew how to unleash her full power and did not reject Izayoi Mirai’s suggestion.

She simply straightened Mirai's collar and placed a charm around his neck: "This is a lucky charm I made, Mirai-sama. Please take good care of yourself."

The two held hands, and the magic light engulfed them.

Using magic to teleport to the scene, they happened to see Cú Chulainn repeatedly jumping around while carrying Shiori Emiya, dodging Angra Mainyu's attacks.

Although the effect was strange, Angra Mainyu's attack was indeed a bit slow, and with preparation, none of the Servants present were hit.

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As if a sheet of paper were being torn apart, seven or eight tentacles ripped open Angra Mainyu's back and shot towards everyone present like predatory pythons, spreading filthy magic from the tentacles.

"The black mud also has tentacles. Is this a magical girl movie set?" Izayoi Mirai shattered the tentacles that were attacking him with a single shot, but she didn't expect that the pieces of flesh that were flying everywhere were still alive and kept wriggling on the ground.

The cuts on the pieces of flesh began to heal, and new bodies grew from them, each piece becoming a new demon.

This scene feels somewhat familiar.

Looking at the scene of tentacled monsters all over the ground, Izayoi Mirai felt a sense of déjà vu. A certain thought flashed through her mind, but she couldn't grasp it.

Looking up, he discovered that Angra Mainyu had transformed into a tentacle monster, exuding a salty, fishy smell, like an octopus or squid crawling out of the sea.

He felt somewhat unwell, as if something sticky was moving in his stomach, and his mind was also slightly foggy.

Is it some kind of psychological intrusion?

Izayoi Future categorizes it as an extension of the Black Mud ability, and it's normal for "all the evil in this world" to make people feel uncomfortable.

Such attacks naturally did not hinder the group. Apart from his immortality and that strange contamination, Angra Mainyu seemed surprisingly weak, but these were also the two most troublesome aspects. Arthur, on the other hand, was in grave danger. With Angra Mainyu's interference, he had to fight Hercules, whose strength far surpassed his own. His exaggeratedly powerful blade swung down, colliding with the holy sword and creating sparks. He felt his hands were already numb.

No arrows were shot from outside the arena, and there was no attempt to restrain Hercules or attack Arthur. Izayoi Mirai's words had finally had an effect, but Rin Tohsaka was unwilling to help her enemy.

"What a pity," Izayoi Mirai sighed inwardly. "If Archer had projected his Noble Phantasm 'Hunter of a Hundred Heads,' he would have had a good chance of taking down Hercules."

He charged forward, gun in hand. He knew how to kill even ordinary people, so what about killing a powerful Servant? Besides, having acquired the complete Celtic Spear Technique, he needed a strong opponent to practice against. Friendly sparring or even instruction was completely different from actual combat.

“Saber, go and take care of that tattooed thug. Leave this big guy to me.”

Switching battlefields with Arthur, Izayoi Mirai thrust a spear at the back of Hercules' head. If it hit, it would take another life. However, although he had lost his mind, he was still as sharp as a wild beast that reigns supreme in the jungle, dodging the fatal shot.

The spear tip pierced Hercules' thick shoulder, penetrating the bone. This not-so-serious injury drew his hatred to her. He abandoned his entanglement with Arthur and charged forward with a low growl, like a raging lion.

With his formidable strength, robust physique, and keen intuition, he surpassed Yoruichi in every aspect, making it quite normal for him to fall into a disadvantageous position.

But martial arts exist precisely for this purpose. If it were not for fighting against those stronger than oneself, what would be the point of its existence?

Driven mad and losing his reason, Hercules could not unleash his superb martial arts skills and could only chase like a wild beast, relying on instinct. Illya had disappeared, and Mirai Izayoi skillfully circled around him like a venomous snake waiting for an opportunity to bite him.

The clanging of metal against metal rang out briefly and intensely. Hercules' right hand, which held the sword, was afflicted with several deep, bone-revealing wounds. His arms were weak, his clothes were open, and blood flowed incessantly from his chest and abdomen.

Hercules' skin was incredibly tough; anything too light couldn't hurt him, and the wounds on his chest and abdomen were the price he paid.

He calmed his breathing, which had become heavy from the battle, and the lucky charm around his neck glowed faintly, its flowing magic healing his wounds.

Medea's thinking was truly thoughtful.

Yoyo Mirai smiled slightly and once again took up her gun to fight.

Finally, he spotted a sliver of an opening, thrusting his spear into the wounded right arm, slicing it in half. The greatsword, which he could no longer hold, was thrown aside, and Yoruichi Mirai thrust her spear into his chest. A blazing red light erupted from behind Hercules, instantly piercing his heart.

“GAE BOLG!!!!!”

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

I promised someone yesterday that I'd update twice a day regularly, but then something came up and I couldn't. It's like a curse!

Chapter Twenty-Two: First Signs Appear

"It...it worked?!"

Cú Chulainn's Noble Phantasm, the Spear of Death, left a large hole in Heracles' heart. Cú Chulainn raised an eyebrow at the surprised Mirai, his brow full of smugness.