I Will Always Be a Partner of Justice

The air smelled of blood.

A man dressed as a magician was looking at him frantically.

And the man's surroundings were full of dead bodies.

no doubt.

That is a sacrifice.

A sacrifice sacrificed by a magician in order to summon a Servant!

Shirou's eyes twitched.

He actually entered a road called by a blood sacrifice!

In his heart, anger rose.

"Heroic spirit, I am your master, I am..."

The summoned magician was frantically about to speak, but Shirou raised his hand [projection] and threw out several sharp swords, which directly pierced the abdomen.

"You...you...!" The summoned magician widened his eyes in disbelief.

The summoned heroic spirit was going to kill him right away?

"Damn...if that's the case...you too..." The summoned magician gritted his teeth, his eyes were bloodshot, and the command spell on the back of his hand emitted a faint red light, and finally Zhi Zhi shouted: "Use the command spell to command him, commit suicide, commit suicide, commit suicide...!"

Shirou, however, was unmoved.

"How...how did this happen?" The summoned magician was stunned.

Shirou pulled out a sharp sword, and said coldly: "Command spells are useless against [evil] at all."

"There is such a thing... Wait a minute! Wait a minute!" The summoned magician covered his abdomen, vomited blood, and said in a panic: "Don't kill me, don't kill me! You are a summoned heroic spirit, we There is a contract between them! You should understand that if I leave, you will also leave!"

Shirou slashed at his head without hesitation.

"what--"

The summoned magician screamed, rolled his head to the ground, shook for a moment, and then died completely.

"What a pity. Summoning a Servant is dangerous. And I——, don't need a Master."

Shirou withdrew his sword, turned his back, and said flatly.

Chapter 3 Who Can Do It But Me? 【Third update】

Shirou dealt with the magician who summoned him without hesitation.

He is not a murderer, but a man of principle.

Being summoned by the blood sacrifice violated his principles and bottom line.

There is no false god seat in this world, and the [Flower of Evil] suppressed by the malice of God can be re-run, so he doesn't need a master at all.

"Are they all dead?"

Shirou frowned, checking the vital signs of the blood sacrificers one by one.

Looking for blood sacrificers who may still be alive.

There are dead blood sacrificers all over the ground, and there are about fifty people in number.

Among them was a boy who was only six years old.

The boy must have been a very lively and cheerful child, but he was disembowelled, bloody and dead.

The sharp-eyed Shirou found that there was a toy of Ultraman Seven in the boy's arms.

Shirou reached out and took it. The exquisite Ultraman Seven toy was already covered in blood.

Even the angular golden eyes were stained with blood.

Feeling a little heavy.

He hates the death of a child the most.

Especially to be involved in such a sudden disaster and die.

Because it reminds him of his childhood.

Shirou searched all the way, but found no living people.

This made him feel a little sorry.

"May you rest in peace."

Shirou sighed, turned around, and when he was about to leave, a faint voice sounded.

"Help...help me...I...I don't want to die..."

Shirou turned around.

A woman was crying unconsciously.

His stomach was ripped apart, and his intestines fell all over the floor, but he was still struggling desperately, making a weak cry for help.

Without hesitation, Shirou used healing magic on her, barely saving her life.