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He suppressed the upward curve of his lips and said, "Lord Shirou Emiya, are you kidding me? When did you, this vicious dog, need to ask for help?"

"Lord Shirou Emiya, this is just an ordinary world, with no extraordinary martial power here. The fact that Master sent you here already shows that he values ​​the strength here, yet you still want to ask for reinforcements?"

"That's a joke."

"If it's really a joke, why aren't you laughing? Laugh without worry, do you think I'm going to kill you?"

Individual number 41 lowered his head and said, "That's right, Lord Emiya will not kill me, but the 'I' here refers to the main body. This clone of mine doesn't want to die so soon."

"Although my consciousness absolutely obeys the original body, I was transformed from this soldier by the original body. Once I reunite with the original body, then the current me will no longer exist."

"It's rare to find that you still have self-awareness. I thought you were just a bunch of mindless paramecia."

Individual number forty-one's voice grew increasingly humble as it said, "Lord Emiya, you don't need to mock me anymore. If there's anything you need me to convey, just tell me, and I will relay it to the original body word for word."

"Since that's the case, then I'll be frank. This time, we may be facing a completely new administrator. They now possess unknown and mysterious power, their combat strength is unknown, and they are closely related to the target of this mission, the LV10 Accelerator mission."

“Tell him that if he wants to carry out the mission safely, he should send over a few strong men. Of course, if he doesn’t care and thinks I should do it this way, then he can tell me everything, and I will still obey his orders.”

After Shirou Emiya finished speaking, he fell silent. Individual Number 41 nodded, then drew a black short sword from his waist and plunged it into his chest.

"puff--"

With a soft sound, Individual Number Forty-One let out a painful groan and convulsed on the ground. Countless black sludge writhed around the short sword in his chest.

After several dozen seconds, Individual Number 41 seemed to have finally received the order. Trembling, he reached out, pulled out the short sword from his chest, and hung it back on his waist.

There was no blood in the wound, only black mud wriggling around.

"Lord Emiya... the message has been... reported, and the main body has also... reported to headquarters. We will have a reply... soon."

"Is that so? Well, that's great. But there's something else I don't understand." Shirou Emiya asked, staring at the writhing chest of Individual Number 41.

Individual number forty-one was covered in sweat and panting heavily, but his voice was finally clear enough to say, "Speak freely, Lord Emiya."

"you……"

Emiya Shirou paused for a few seconds and said, "Is he brain-dead?"

"……what?"

Individual number 41 looked up in surprise at Shirou Emiya, wondering why Shirou Emiya had suddenly started cursing.

Emiya Shirou pointed to the neural connection device on his neck and said, "This world already has such a convenient thing as neural connection devices, so why do you individuals insist on using this painful method to transmit information?"

"It would be one thing if there were no means of transmitting information, but this is the modern era, or even the near future, with such convenient means as neural connection devices. Yet you still insert yourselves into each other more than ten times a day. Is it because your bodies are made of black mud that your brains have become stupid?"

Individual number 41 was speechless, and for a moment he didn't know how to answer.

Emiya Shirou... seems to be right?

Why don't these clones and the original body communicate using neural connections?

Seeing the bewildered yet enlightened expression on Individual Number 41's face, Shirou Emiya shook his head and said, "Forget it, I knew you guys were like this all along. I knew my request for help was the right thing to do."

Individual number forty-one's lips twitched. He touched the wound on his chest that was healing, and stood there like a wooden sculpture.

Emiya Shirou left directly and went back to the basement, the basement where he had just beaten Fujiwara Ai several times.

Individual number forty-one followed along blankly; he had no choice but to follow as he waited for the response from the original entity.

The basement is not small; to be precise, it's an underground hall, and it's where Emiya Shirou spends most of his time.

In the very center of the hall was a dark, circular magic circle covered with intricate patterns, and Shirou Emiya walked straight up to it.

"Since you're so sure, Lord Emiya, does that mean Master and the others will definitely send reinforcements?"

"No, I actually hope they don't send anyone. That way, even if I lose, I'll have a good reason to back out."

Individual number 41's lips twitched. Although all the Heroic Spirits were currently in a cooperative relationship with their masters, only someone like Shirou Emiya could so casually shirk his responsibilities.

However, Individual 41 knew that the information sent from the main body indicated that Emiya Shirou's judgments were rarely wrong.

Just then, the short sword in Individual Number 41's hand flew up and floated in front of him.

Upon seeing this, Individual Number 41 shuddered and collapsed to the ground.

Emiya Shirou turned around, looked at Individual 41's performance, and revealed a contemptuous smile, though it was hidden behind his mask so no one could see it.

"This time, you absolutely have to be penetrated, and you'll have to bleed a lot. Blame your original body, since it was your original body that sent you to contact me."

Individual number forty-one gritted his teeth and trembled as he grabbed the short sword floating in the air.

He naturally couldn't resent the main body. If there was any sign of disobedience, the main body could kill these clones at any time. If he wanted to survive, he only had one option: to obey.

He gripped the short sword tightly and plunged it fiercely into his own chest. The violent screams, combined with the spray of black mud, were particularly eye-catching.

However, this was not the end; Individual Number Forty-One had to increase the amount of black mud he was spraying. He gripped the hilt of the sword with both hands and pressed down hard, letting the short sword slowly cut open his chest, allowing the black mud inside to gush out.

Emiya Shirou, who was standing to the side, had clearly seen this kind of scene many times before. He tilted his head and covered his ears in annoyance.

"You insert it into yourself so many times a day, it's just that this time it's a little more serious, is it really necessary to wail like this? Forget it, you won't listen to me anyway."

Emiya Shirou ignored it and instead looked at the black mud on the ground. It seemed to be affected by something, flowing little by little towards the dark magic circle on the ground.

The black mud was poured into the magic circle, transforming it into a three-dimensional shape. Then, countless clumps of black mud emitted a dark light, which, ironically, turned the already not-too-dim basement into complete darkness.

"Well then, let me see who's coming this time."

Emiya Shirou released a ball of black magic from his hand, which transformed into a black dagger. He casually flicked it, and the dagger was thrown into the magic circle.

The dagger that entered the magic circle shattered instantly, returning to its magical form. This magical force acted like a key, causing the once calm black mud to churn wildly.

The black mud churned and bubbled, as if roaring, and it seemed that countless souls were wailing within this small patch of black mud.

The wailing souls released a large amount of magic power, which surged out of the black mud and filled the magic circle, making the magic power inside the magic circle more and more concentrated.

Finally, all the magic formed a pitch-black sphere, inside which churned a thick, black liquid-like magic.

The black mud on the ground magic circle also disappeared, and countless black muds turned into pure magic power. The pure magic power also began to re-condense, and condensed into a human shape.

Upon seeing the gradually appearing figure, Shirou Emiya's pupils contracted.

"It was...you!"

Compared to Shirou Emiya, the newcomer could only be described as petite.

She has light golden hair and light golden eyes. If you only look at her face, you might perceive the majesty on her face.

However, despite her petite stature, she wore a suit of jet-black armor with ominous red patterns, instantly conveying a strong sense of foreboding.

These red patterns not only covered her armor, but also her upper face, where a triangular mask covered in red patterns appeared to be specifically designed to conceal her face.

However, that wasn't the most conspicuous thing. The most conspicuous thing about her was the thick black chains that connected her hands and feet.

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137 I am Artoria

Shirou Emiya stared in disbelief at the figure that had appeared before him. Even Individual 41, who was wailing behind Shirou, seemed to be startled and looked at the newcomer in disbelief.

"Click, click!"

The petite girl walked out of the magic circle step by step, each step causing the chains on her body to tremble, the deep sound like the tolling of a bell, which showed how heavy the chains were.

Why are you here?

Emiya Shirou did not stop the girl's actions, but his tone was slightly wary.

"How could he bear to release his beloved fierce dog? Isn't he worried that this fierce dog will break free of its leash and run away?"

The girl still ignored Shirou Emiya and went straight to Individual 41, looking down at the disemboweled Individual 41.

Individual number 41 was stunned, as if sensing something, and immediately screamed loudly. He struggled to escape, but it was too late.

The girl stomped heavily into the dissected abdomen of Individual Number 41, her black riding boots instantly pinning the body of Individual Number 41 to the ground like steel nails.

Moreover, the red patterns on the girl's armor lit up, like blood-red lanterns in the dimly lit basement.

However, this lantern was covered in strange patterns, and it was these patterns that made it glow.

"what--"

A bizarre scene unfolded: amidst his wails, Individual Number 41's body gradually melted, turning into clumps of black mud that then adhered to the girl's armor.

The red patterns on the armor flashed rhythmically, drawing in all the black mud, turning it into a black liquid that then clung to the red patterns, swirling and flowing like blood.

Finally, all the black liquid spread all over her body, then flowed along the lines to the girl's neck, and then, following the red lines on her neck, it was injected into her body.

"what--"

The girl opened her mouth and let out a satisfied sigh. Her clear voice carried a touch of mature allure, and a captivating blush appeared on her face.

Not only that, the girl seemed to tremble with satisfaction, she hugged her chest with her arms, and her breathing became heavy. In an instant, the entire basement was filled with heart-pounding breathing and soft moans.

Shirou Emiya watched all this from a distance, but ultimately seemed unable to look directly at the girl in front of him and turned his head away.

Only after the girl's soft moans faded did Shirou Emiya speak again: "Tell me, Saber, why are you here? You must be someone being closely watched, and you probably still aren't free to move around, are you?"

Saber heard Shirou Emiya's words and turned around. Her breathing was still a little rapid. Although the blush on her face was partially obscured by the mask on her forehead, the alluring color drew almost everyone closer.

"Shirou..."

However, the voice that answered Shirou Emiya was that familiar female voice, the voice that had captivated Shirou Emiya at some point in time, on some timeline.

The ethereal female voice, like a feather, stirred Shirou Emiya's heart.

"What should I do?"

Saber's alluring invitation clearly failed to sway Shirou Emiya, instead igniting his anger as he retorted, "Saber, the black mud has corrupted your body, but has it corrupted your soul as well? Have you forgotten that you are the Knight King Artoria Pendragon? Have you cast aside all your beliefs?"

Shirou Emiya's words did not change Saber's mind at all. She opened her mouth slightly and said, "You all say that King Arthur does not understand people's hearts. Now that I have been freed by the black mud, I am trying to understand people's hearts, but why do you lock me up?"

"Shirou, isn't the best way to understand people's hearts to have close contact with them? Shirou, you must like me, right? Now's the perfect opportunity. Beneath this armor of mine is still a body that makes hearts flutter!"

"Don't you want to touch it, feel it?"

Saber took a few steps closer to Shirou Emiya, who quickly retreated, his steps frantic.

"What I admire is that great and radiant Knight King, not this walking corpse now tainted by black mud!"

"If he hadn't kept you locked up all this time, you would probably have fallen into complete depravity long ago, with no chance of redemption. Saber, now that he has released you, you must cherish this opportunity. If you behave in any disrespectful way and lose your purity, you, this vicious dog, will probably never have the chance to be free again."

"They might even die!"