Super God: If I punch you, you will die

Lin Yan also surveyed his surroundings warily. Even if it wasn't a Servant, he could still detect the presence of magic. However, he couldn't find anything he could sense.

After a while, Ruler seemed to relax and his shoulders loosened.

"I detected the presence of a Servant. It's just a bit far from here. I'm afraid it's not a 'Black' faction Servant, because the distance over there wouldn't allow for such precise detection."

"Is it a Servant from the 'Red' team?"

"Hmm. But it seems they don't intend to storm in alone; they're probably here for surveillance or some other purpose."

That being said, even a single Servant can pose a threat. Ruler sent a telepathic message to Archer "Black" and Rider "Black," urging them to be on high alert.

"This is troublesome. If they interfere in our fight with the Assassins, it will undoubtedly cause chaos."

Ruler's expression darkened. If a Command Seal were used... While he had considered this possibility, Shirou, the opponent, had also naturally considered countermeasures.

"However, surveillance is likely just an observation from the sidelines. As long as we don't reveal any weaknesses in our fight with Assassin, he probably won't make any rash moves."

"That's probably all we can do to pray."

Ruler touched his neck, then frowned and looked up at the sky. The sky had turned a deep purple, and a cold wind was blowing around him.

"The air is getting colder; it's going to rain."

Hearing her say that, Lin Yan also looked up at the sky. Indeed, the sky was almost completely covered by thick rain clouds. Cool raindrops fell on Lin Yan's nose.

"An umbrella. I don't think you brought one either."

"It's a pity. But it looks like it's just a light rain."

The raindrops were indeed small, and the rain was relatively weak. However, visibility quickly deteriorated.

Aren't you going to change your clothes?

Ruler isn't in armor right now, of course. The clothes, soaked by the rain and clinging to her skin, belong to Ladycia.

"No, if we don't maintain this stance before Assassin gets close, our operation won't be viable. Um, please don't look this way, okay?"

"I understand that."

Lin Yan looked away. Although it was a light rain, the wet clothes clung to his skin, further emphasizing the lines of his body.

"Alright, let's keep going. Even if they see through this tactic of luring us in, they shouldn't know that I'm a Servant. That's how it is for now."

The use of decoy tactics was obvious, especially considering the way they operated in the rainy city of Torifas at night. However, if the enemy were prone to hesitation in such conditions, they wouldn't have launched their attack on the castle alone yesterday.

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"It's raining, let's hurry back."

"Okay, let's hurry up and go then."

At that moment, the two passed by a mother and daughter holding an umbrella.

He felt like he'd seen her somewhere before. Lin Yan focused his attention and realized it was the mother and daughter he'd met at the coffee shop during the day. The mother looked different from earlier in the day; she was carrying a shopping bag.

"Mom, I heard that monsters are going to appear."

"That's true, that's terrifying. Let's go back quickly."

The two walked further and further away, exchanging these kinds of conversations. It was a very ordinary, yet heartwarming scene.

Perhaps that's why Lin Yan's thoughts became chaotic when he heard the mournful cries that followed.

Impossible. The mother and daughter who created such a peaceful scene couldn't possibly be involved in any incident. He might be thinking about something like that.

Looking back, I saw a hazy mist rising up there.

"fog."

"What? How could that be?"

"Ouch. What is this? It hurts, it hurts! It hurts so much!"

"Mommy! It hurts! It hurts! No! No!"

The moment the mother and daughter screamed in agony, Lin Yan rushed out without hesitation.

He wrapped his face with a handkerchief he had prepared beforehand to ward off the fog, and then rushed into the fog.

A splitting pain shot through his head. He could hardly believe he had endured such agony the day before. The fog was still thin, and his vision was barely maintained. However, he couldn't see the mother and daughter who had been swept into the fog earlier.

"Where are you! Speak up!"

As he shouted, a sharp pain shot through his throat. He barely heard his mother's cry for help, "Help me!" and immediately ran in that direction. Although he vaguely heard Ruler calling his name, he figured she was a Servant and would catch up with him soon.

We must find my mother as soon as possible.

He forgot his pain and fear, and just ran as fast as he could. Every now and then he would shout to let the other side know that someone was coming to rescue him.

"Please answer me quickly, please!"

Fortunately, Lin Yan's ankle was grabbed the instant he cried out. He hurriedly looked down and saw the mother from before lying on the stone floor.

"Cheer up!"

"That...where is that child?"

The mother, whom I held in my arms, had bloodshot eyes, a blank expression, and blood trickling from her lips. Despite enduring immense pain, she was still desperately calling out to her daughter.

“Listen carefully. I will help you find your daughter, but before that, I need to get you to a safe place, understand?”

"But my daughter."

As if about to cry out something, the mother hugged Lin Yan's neck. However, perhaps due to the overwhelming discomfort, she covered her face with her hands and coughed.

"I will save your daughter, please believe me."

"Ok."

His mother raised her face. A cold sensation touched Lin Yan's chest.

Lin Yan reflexively looked at his chest. A black stick? No, that's not right. This should be a firearm.

He looked at his mother's face again. Only then did he realize that she, who used dyed hair and makeup to conceal her true identity, was not actually Romanian.

Lin Yan was thrown into confusion again. His thoughts had stopped. Even though he understood the situation, he still couldn't comprehend how things had unfolded.

His mother whispered in Lin Yan's ear. It was a sweet, sticky voice, like honey.

"Of course I believe you."

In an instant, a series of impacts assaulted his entire body. It was a blow that seemed to erase all thought and consciousness. Why? How could it have turned out like this? Everything became blurry and ambiguous, flowing out of Lin Yan's mind.

The hard sensation of my back hitting the stone floor disappeared, the sensation of the bullet that struck my heart disappeared, the feeling of the cold rain pouring over my body disappeared, the excruciating pain of the fog invading my internal organs disappeared, and even the sensation of life flowing out of my body disappeared.

Up, down, left, right, heaven, and earth. Everywhere was gradually covered in black, and all senses of sight, hearing, smell, and taste were erased. Even the concept of time disappeared completely, leaving only one sensation.

An endless fall. Lin Yan gradually plummeted into darkness.

Holy Grail War.

It was a fierce struggle between an unprecedented heroic spirit that could even negate the laws of physics, and a magician who manipulated extraordinary and mysterious phenomena; it was a clash and slaughter between desires.

That should be a very clear fact.

Even in a world where subspecies Holy Grail Wars have erupted everywhere and the "Holy Grail War" has broken out on an unprecedented scale, this eternal law remains unchanged.

Heroic Spirits and Magicians Masters use their own secret techniques and ultimate skills to kill enemies in an effort to obtain the Holy Grail.

A battle for the lives of seven riders and seven men. In this "great battle," it is a battle for the lives of fourteen riders and fourteen men.

However, at the same time, I believe that the so-called Holy Grail War should be a pure conflict.

purely.

That's right, it's not a difference between Heroic Spirits and Mages; they are all pure. They can easily transcend even the boundaries of good and evil, considering their own way of being. Isn't there something radiantly pure within them—a mixture of desire and will? That's how I feel.

Thus, countless souls were stirring, and this stirring became even more intense when faced with the "great battle" unfolding before them.

There was an indomitable swordsman.

He was practically a pure embodiment of rebellion and defiance.

There was a woman who practiced black magic.

She was a woman whose desires were very pure.

There is a teacher who has mastered Kabbalah.

He was a man seeking paradise on earth.

There was a young boy who was a magician.

Those were children who harbored pure aspirations in their hearts.

There was a giant who could not speak.

It simply fulfills its own purpose of existence, a complete existence trampled on the earth.

Many lives departed from the "Great War" while leaving their pure imprint on the world.

However, the pure brilliance released from the "Great War" has not been lost; on the contrary, it has become even more dazzling, illuminating our path forward.

One is Lin Yan, who wields a sword and has become a unique existence, or even one above it, through a miracle.

The other is the "Black" Assassin, who is shrouded in countless deaths and challenges the "Great War" itself for his own purposes.

Both possess an immature purity, both the will and the soul.

A boy who grows up while dazzling everyone he comes into contact with, and a girl who walks innocently alongside her mother despite being a symbol of evil that spreads pain and death.

Despite sharing the commonality of being "young," they are opposites.

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Nineteen years. This less than twenty years of my life has already been everything to me.

If I were to condense it, the two years after I left my native village of Don Remy at the age of seventeen could be considered everything to me.

It was a year of glory and a year of devastation.

A miraculous girl. Someone once thought so.

"Is this really a miracle?" I wondered.

Hearing the sighs of God, they stood up and fought valiantly to reclaim their homeland.

Yes, it's combat. Even if it's merely the duty of waving the flag on the battlefield, it still means I've chosen to kill. To save a hundred of my countrymen, I'll kill a thousand enemies.

Even if they are enemies, a group of people who will surely kill you if left unchecked, murder is still murder.

Violating the precept "Do not kill" is an act of cruelty beyond imagination.

Therefore, people who are forced to bear the same fate generally think this way.

The other party is not human. They are demons, bloodthirsty monsters, and killing them is equivalent to doing good, so they must be killed with contempt. Or perhaps they are killed for the sake of the country, for the sake of the homeland, or for the sake of a loved one.

This is a necessary action, an action that should be blessed.

This is how they desperately escape reality. Because if they don't, they can't continue to survive.

If you interpret "strangers" who are hostile to you as normal people who love their families and country and keep killing them, one day your own mind will collapse.

I am a very dull and ignorant person, especially when it comes to lying, I am hopelessly clumsy.

So, I treated the other person as a human. I fear demons and dread evil spirits, but I don't find humans frightening. They just cause me heartache.

By killing some, we can save many more. I believe there is no other way to save our homeland. We swore an oath for our faith, and then, without remorse, unleashed a thorough slaughter and annihilation.

The world's "history" is intricately intertwined like a spiral. No matter where you trace it back, you cannot find the very beginning. Even the most absurd and ridiculous things cannot be considered a comedy if they cost thousands of lives.

Killing because of being killed, and being killed because of killing. Although it should stop at some point, it is trapped in an everlasting spiral because no way to stop it can be found.

Even so. Even so, I still chose the path of killing. Because, however insignificant, I could still barely see that this path stretched forward. I knew that the blood I shed would pave a new road, and that this road would lead to a future where one could live peacefully without shedding blood.

Carrying the pain as I move forward, I am indeed hopelessly foolish.

Despite my heavy sins and bloodstained body, I am revered as a saint. I must bear this name for the rest of my life. How terrible that is.

I am not. If I just shout it out loud, everything will end. But that's not salvation; it's just throwing away everything I'm carrying.

I knew long ago that I would end up destroyed. Even so, I still persevered. Was it for my country? For hope? Or something else entirely?

Is it because deep down you feel like "a sinner who deserves to be punished"?