Sister Rescue Plan

It was a vast, desolate wasteland.

Swords, spears, halberds, hooks, forks, axes... countless weapons of all shapes and sizes were stuck in the wasteland, like countless upright spines. In the sky, a huge gear slowly turned.

That is the Hill of Swords, where only swords exist. Countless weapons have been abandoned in this vast wilderness, a graveyard where "steel" slumbers.

Angolan Manuel's body grew increasingly bloated and enormous. He slowly writhed on the ground, his body composed of sharp bone spurs and tentacles with suction cups. His strong yet flexible arms and legs were crushed by sharp swords, cut open to reveal bright red muscles, but then automatically healed afterward.

Red A stood atop the hill, looking down at the monster climbing down from the foot of the mountain. The murky magic spread as it moved, like ink dripping into clear water, eroding the magic that constituted this enigma.

"What a terrifying monster."

As Red A spoke, he projected a dark, curved bow, an exaggeratedly shaped blade, a slender sword as straight as a shuttle, and an axe larger than his head...

He used dozens of magical artifacts as arrows, firing them at an extremely high frequency, piercing Angra Mainyu with countless holes.

But it's meaningless.

It seemed to have no bones or vital organs, allowing sharp swords to pierce its body and leave it on the ground. It passed through a dazzling array of weapons, its body being cut into dozens of pieces and then glued back together.

"I have no choice but to resort to this last resort," Red A murmured. "Sorry, Rin, the boss is pressuring me, I can't help it. Let's seize the opportunity and escape as soon as possible."

At the same time, Rin Tohsaka's body suddenly tensed up in the basement as her magic was greedily and brutally drained, causing her body to spasm uncontrollably in pain.

"What on earth happened to that bastard Archer?!"

Within the Reality Marble, under Archer's will, all the weapons stuck in the wasteland began to shake, and faint flames rose from the ground, bringing the swords to life.

They burst forth from the sky, densely packed and suspended in mid-air, their blades gleaming with a chilling light, before falling like a torrential rain.

shhhhh--

The sound of tearing cloth was incessant. Angolan Manuel was hacked into a pulp by countless weapons. Every inch of his skin was ravaged by hundreds of swords and blades. His breath was so weak that he was like a candle flickering in the wind.

But it is still alive.

Red A uttered the last four words:

"Fantasy collapses."

The violent explosion engulfed everything.

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The surrounding water began to boil violently. Startled, Rin Tohsaka tried to hug herself, but only managed to pull on the chains binding her hands and feet. The chains swayed incessantly, making a crisp sound. Startled, she dared not move again, for fear of attracting the attention of the monsters outside.

The seawater continued to churn and become murky. After a while, the sand and dust in the water settled down, but there was no monster left.

Rin Tohsaka waited for a long time, but the giant sea monster that had devoured all the monsters she had imagined never appeared. They must have all left.

She struggled to adjust her posture, looking at the smooth back of her hand, as if the three bright red marks had never existed.

“Archer—”

The remaining magic began to circulate in her magic circuits, hissing and corroding the chains that bound her.

She couldn't wait any longer; she had to escape!

Above the basement, the Matou residence had been razed to the ground. Even a small ripple from the Reality Marble easily destroyed the ancient villa. On the ruins, countless fish-headed people and tentacle-like fleshy balls were fighting each other.

At first, a small piece of flesh fell from the sky. It was Angra Mainyu, a remnant of the Reality Barrier. Its aura attracted the monsters nearby. A fish-headed man rushed over first and swallowed the piece of flesh in one gulp. Its body began to mutate, but the change had only just begun when it was torn to pieces by its companions.

What followed was an endless slaughter, with blood covering the ground and limbs flying everywhere. Monsters, driven by instinct, came to join the fray. The fish-headed people who were originally scattered throughout the streets seemed to have received some kind of revelation, abandoning their massacre of humans and heading towards the Matou residence.

"Shall we continue?" Izayoi Mirai held her sword, standing side by side with Cú Chulainn, both covered in wounds. Matou Sakura and Medusa opposite her were in the same condition. Medusa's body was even covered with diamond-shaped scales, making her look like a humanoid serpent.

Fortunately, her eyes were still covered by an eyepatch with the Demon Eye Killer, so she did not use the terrifying Petrifying Demon Eye.

"Was that explosion directed at your house?" Izayoi Mirai asked Matou Sakura. "Your hideout's been raided, aren't you planning to go back and check on it?"

Sakura Matou's maniacal smile faded, and the bloodlust in her eyes diminished considerably. She turned and left, disappearing in a few leaps, with Medusa silently following behind her.

After the two disappeared from sight, Izayoi Mirai collapsed to the ground, panting heavily. Her wounds were being treated and began to heal.

He complained, "It's so tiring. You Servants seem to have unlimited stamina. If you drag this out any longer, I won't be able to hold on."

Cú Chulainn slung his gun over his shoulder and laughed heartily, “Master, your training isn’t enough. That little girl with the iron bar is human, just like you. To be inferior to a little girl is too shameful for a man.”

"That's a little girl possessed by a god, not an ordinary little girl." Youxiao Mirai muttered, using her sword to prop herself up. She felt every muscle in her body protesting. Sweat mixed with blood as she lay on the ground, forming a small puddle.

Feeling a bit better, he picked up his bag and headed towards the blood barrier he had entered before: "Come on, let's go in and take a look."

After Medea brought Illya into this barrier, they quickly lost contact. Yosai Mirai could sense that Medea's life was not in danger, but she couldn't say anything more specific. However, neither the blood nor the fish-headed people came out of this barrier, so Medea's condition was probably not too bad.

Cú Chulainn led the way. At first, there was nothing to see, but after walking for a while, corpses began to appear on the ground—the corpses of monsters, interspersed with many pale bones.

Izayoi Mirai picked up a piece of skull and sensed a familiar magical aura emanating from it: "This is Medea's Dragon Fang Soldier? Using cannon fodder to deal with cannon fodder? That's quite a good idea."

Following the increasingly obvious connection, Izayoi Mirai found Medea deep within the barrier. The place was glowing with a dark red light, giving off an eerie warmth, like a womb nurturing a baby. Medea and Illya were hiding there, with several much stronger Dragon Fang soldiers guarding them.

"Future-sama?!"

Medea threw herself into Izayoi Mirai's arms; she already knew he would come through the master-servant bond.

Izayoi Mirai awkwardly pushed Medea away. She was covered in blood and very dirty, but Medea didn't seem to mind at all. She hugged Izayoi Mirai even tighter and rubbed her head against her from time to time.

"Alright, Caster, let's get out of here quickly."

Yoruichi pulls Medea along.

Just then, a drop of murky liquid fell.

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Sorry, I overestimated my typing speed.

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With a soft hissing sound, a wisp of smoke rose, and a small pit was corroded in the ground. What was revealed at the gap was not cement bricks, but pink, like newly formed muscles, which were still wriggling slightly, as if they were alive.

The red light behind them began to flicker, sometimes bright, sometimes dim, with a strange rhythm, much like a beating and contracting heart, or the rise and fall of a chest with each breath.

Stone dust fell from the wall, revealing the fleshy buds beneath. This movie theater, enveloped by a barrier, was gradually transforming into some living thing!

"We must leave as soon as possible."

Izayoi Mirai took out several swords from her personal space and distributed them to everyone. Even Illya received a delicate short sword. These were the Noble Phantasms that Gilgamesh used to shoot at him. Izayoi Mirai accepted them without any hesitation. Cú Chulainn also temporarily put away his gun. Sometimes, a sword is more useful than a gun.

He picked out a horse-slaying sword and twirled it a few times: "It's a pity it's too late, otherwise I could cosplay as Saber and stab him with a bullet at the crucial moment, that would be perfect."

The doorways to each room began to close, with Cú Chulainn taking the lead and slashing a gap large enough for them to pass through. Thick, mercury-like blood seeped from the cuts, dripping onto the ground and hissing as it passed through. This made the group proceed with extreme caution.

Boom—

A dull thud came from underground, and the violent shaking made the group lose their balance. Cú Chulainn was alright, but Medea and Illya lost their footing and fell onto Izayoi Mirai at the back, causing him to fall down as well.

“Now is not the time to do this kind of thing.” Cú Chulainn glanced back. The tremors had not stopped, but they were not as intense as they had been at the beginning. Mirai Izayoi quickly regained her balance.

He broke free from the four arms, then lifted them up, one in each hand, since Medea was only 1.6 meters tall even in her transformed state.

"Is this thing moving?" Shaking her head, Izayoi Mirai quickly followed behind Cú Chulainn. With only two people walking, their speed actually increased significantly.

"It's probably moving, and wherever it wants to go, it's not a good place for us."

Cú Chulainn cut through the obstacles faster and faster, while Medea, using the knife given to her by Mirai Izayoi as a medium, unleashed a high-speed divine spell to clear out the small monsters that appeared along the way.

At this point, there's no need to be stingy with magic. A simple spell to distort light can instantly replenish your magic, right?

After cutting away the meat stuck to the door, Cú Chulainn and his party finally left the movie theater, where they were greeted by the terrible scene outside.

The ground was smeared with bright red blood, and the air was filled with a murky magic. All the buildings in the area had disappeared, leaving only black foundations on the ground with viscous liquid still clinging to them, their whereabouts obvious.

The highly heterogeneous buildings clustered together, their massive bodies protruding from the edges by tentacles. Above them, there was a monster made up of various fish-headed people, covered in fish heads and with terrifying fish eyes.

Countless tentacles shot out from under the fish-headed monster, connecting with the fleshy buildings, and began to slowly merge.

Are they massacring the entire city?

Izayoi Mirai looked around in disbelief. This must be what they mean by "nine out of ten rooms are empty." As far as he could see, there wasn't a single person besides them.

An indescribable sense of disgust welled up inside him, and he realized where the flesh and blood growing on them came from.

"Lancer, can you take it down?" Izayoi Mirai pointed to the pile of fish heads in mid-air; anyone could see that this was the culprit.

“He’s probably unkillable.” Cú Chulainn shook his head, but still drew his spear. Crimson magic flowed from his body, and his fierce aura stirred up a gale, making his bodysuit look exceptionally tight.

He grinned like a mad dog: "I'll take your heart!"

“GAE BOLG!!!!!”

A blood-red comet streaked across the sky, instantly piercing the fish-headed monster's left chest, leaving a gruesome wound.

However, it had no effect.

Fine buds grew, and its wounds healed quickly. However, Cú Chulainn's actions enraged it. The monster lying beneath it roared, its tentacles thrashing rapidly as it charged towards Cú Chulainn, causing the earth to tremble and the soil to churn.

Cú Chulainn immediately dodged; it would be extremely unwise to confront such a massive monster head-on.

Medea cast two spells on Izayoi Mirai: Lightness and Flight, allowing him to easily carry her and Illya away. Although she was somewhat critical of being carried in her hands rather than wrapped in her arms, there was no time to think about that now, because—

"It's up to you, Medea."

Floating far in the air, Yosuke Mirai lifted Medea high, unleashing a burst of pure white light.

A dense array of halos floated behind Medea; it was a massive magic spell, gathering the magic power from the Great Source to create artillery fire, perfectly suited for dealing with such a colossal monster.