Shirou Emiya doesn't want to work overtime

Hercules seemed to be shocked by the sudden outburst of power. He held the axe and sword tightly in his hands and stopped in front of Frov.

No, it wasn't because he was intimidated by the opponent's power. Hercules, who had become irrational, would never consider such a thing.

But————

"This world is still as cold as ever."

Flov just stretched out his hand and touched the sturdy man who was standing still in front of him.

"Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!"

The sound like glass breaking came from the other person's body, and in just a moment of breath, it turned into powder and fell to the ground.

"If it was a Heroic Spirit, I wouldn't even have a chance to resist with such power, but I'm just a Servant—"

Frov looked at Hercules who had turned into ice chips in front of him and spoke with great contempt, but both his words and his expression were no longer as crazy as before. Instead, he was like a hunter walking out of the snow, observing his prey accurately.

"Even a third-rate Dead Apostle, if he mastered its principles, would be able to use this power to rewrite the laws of planetary physics?"

Covering the back of his right hand which was still a little red, Elquet climbed up from Emiya Shirou's body and stared at him intently.

The True Ancestor is formed by the crystallization of nature. The power and supernatural powers it possesses, the thing called the Idea Blood, are basically enough to change the physical laws of the planet.

"I remember this power now."

"There is a strange man who hates and fears humans, and drifts across the sea to escape them, and builds a castle. He is one of the twenty-seven ancestors - Zalia Achenbaum."

Frov did not move, but stood quietly where he was, responding to the other party with a low and steady voice full of courtesy, as if this was what he should do as a Dead Apostle.

"I took it away. As a knight, I defeated the king and usurped the throne. Now this principle has become a curse that belongs only to me."

"Really? It really is a short-lived throne."

There was no emotion in Elquet's words, and he had no sympathy for the seemingly miserable fate of the dead True Ancestor.

However, Frov seemed to have forgotten that besides Elquet and Shirou Emiya, there was another person present.

It also seemed that he was too confident in the power of his Principle Blood Ring.

"hiss--!"

Just like ice and snow melting, an extremely abrupt sound came from Frov's side in the silent night sky.

The flesh and blood that had originally turned into ice chips now turned bright red, and bursts of steam were exhaled from it.

"How can this be?"

The sickly blue waves continued to spread out from Frov's body in circles, making the already cold winter even colder. Even the ground beneath his feet was condensed together by the waves.

However, the constantly twisting flesh and blood seemed to be unaffected and was being reorganized at an extremely fast speed. In just a moment of his words, the body of the sturdy man that should have turned into a pale mustard seed had already appeared by more than half.

The clear sound of a silver bell rang out from not far away.

"You can't kill Berserker with just this level of power!"

At this moment, even though Frov was trying to ignore the other party, he couldn't help but turn his gaze and look in the direction of the sound.

"call--!"

The cold wind echoed in the woods, blowing up the long hair that was as pale as snow and as beautiful as mercury.

Everyone saw a girl wearing a purple snow coat, a purple snow hat on her head, a white scarf around her neck, and a height of less than 1.5 meters. She looked like she was only twelve or thirteen years old.

It was such a petite girl who looked at the bloody dead apostles in front of her without any fear at all.

Emiya Shirou, who was standing behind Elquet, was looking at the girl in front of him in a daze.

"Illya"

Shirou Emiya wanted to rush over immediately and ask the other party to leave here, but it was obvious that the Illya in his own world was not the same as the Illya he met in that world.

At this moment, Illya seemed to be enduring some great pain. She covered her abdomen tightly, half-knelt on the ground, and looked at Frov viciously.

"Because, Berserker, is the strongest!"

At this moment, only Illya herself knew what kind of inhuman pain she was enduring.

The time for the Holy Grail War to begin has not yet arrived, and Hercules is not constructed by the magic power of the Holy Grail.

To keep him, a great hero, in this world, he can only rely on Illya's magic and Command Seals.

Although Illya is very special, to hold Hercules with only her own magic is still tantamount to taking her own life.

Even a month ago, if Hercules moved even slightly, Illya would scream loudly.

This is also why, when Illya saw the three people appearing here, she did not say any greetings and ordered Hercules to attack them without hesitation.

Only by getting rid of these people as quickly as possible can she reduce the pain she is suffering.

"Really? Maybe Berserker is the strongest, but you are not!"

"Bam—!"

In an instant, before Hercules' flesh and blood could recover, Frov stomped the ground hard, opened his bloody mouth, and rushed towards Illya.

Chapter 1111 When did I allow you to suck his blood!

"call--!"

A howling wind blew up.

At the moment when Frov finished speaking, a figure exerted its speed to the limit while standing still, and turned into a running bullet and appeared in front of Illya.

"choke--!"

A cold light shone on the silver blade of the samurai sword.

"Let me see what your flames can do, human!"

"You know, her territory, although part of this planet, is excluded from the circle of life because it is uninhabitable!!"

"That's a realm that humans can't even enter!"

"Zheng——!"

A huge steel spear with azure blue color, flowing with deep blue light and carrying extreme coldness suddenly appeared from the shadow on the ground and fell into the palm of a white-gloved hand that looked like that of an aristocrat.

The horrific impact tore the air apart in an instant.

But it brought not only shock, but also extremely low temperatures in which no life could survive.

The wind was howling, piercing screams were heard in all directions, and absolute zero burst out from the tip of the gun.

At this moment, the blizzard obscured the view.

At this moment, the flowing atmosphere was frozen.

At this moment, the solid land turns into azure blue.

Shirou Emiya had seen this kind of thing in a person before.

He was defeated by his opponent many times and danced on the brink of life and death.

Absolute zero?

Wait until you can freeze time!

"call--!"

Hot breath came out from the corner of Emiya Shirou's mouth, and the temperature of his body rose in an instant. The originally cold samurai sword turned red at this moment.

That is the breathing method that comes from the sun.

That was a move that was created by a person who, with his own strength, made the ancestor of demons dare not appear for a hundred years.

That was the pinnacle of swordsmanship he had reached in a future that was impossible.

Its name is————

"Breathing of the Sun - Fourteen Types of Sun Destruction"

Immediately, an attack like an aurora was released from the hands of both of them at the same time.

"laugh--!"

Like a bullet through the air.

That was the noise caused by the tips of guns and swords flashing through space.

As cold as a river.

Like a blazing flame like the sun.

Two rays of light, one blue and one red, shook the space, and as the entire azure space was illuminated, they collided heavily in mid-air.

"clang--!!!"

Amidst the heavy sound of collision, the tip of the spear and the sword collided violently, sparking bright sparks.

“Die miserably in front of me!!!!!!!!!”

Frov roared loudly, and extreme cold spread from the samurai sword in Shirou Emiya's hand, freezing it at the moment of collision.

And it spread along the sword at an extremely terrifying speed towards Emiya Shirou's hands.

"The only one who will be killed will be you!!!"

"You're still trying to be brave. Your hands are clearly frozen to the point where they will turn into ice chips with just the slightest touch!!"

Frov laughed wildly, as if he had seen the end of Shirou Emiya. He couldn't wait to taste the other's hot blood.

The power in his hands was further strengthened. As a Dead Apostle, his strength was not something that humans could resist. Even Shirou Emiya relied on his skills to resist and counterattack when fighting with the opponent.

only------

"Pfft——!"

"Pfft——!"

The sounds of two bodies tearing apart merged into one and reached the ears of everyone present.

"!!!!!!"

Frov's eyes widened.

Illya looked at the figure standing in front of her with an incredible look, whose entire shoulder was pierced by a steel gun.

In this situation, Frov murmured.

"How dare you!!!"

The next second, countless blood lines appeared on Frov's body.

Perhaps it was fate, or perhaps it was coincidence. The world where Yoriichi Tsugakuni turned into a demon was home to Muzan Kibutsuji, who had already been killed by him. His ugly appearance was simply not pleasing to his eyes.

But the Sun Breathing Fourteenth Form Sun Destruction, with just one strike, could instantly tear apart a being with five heads and seven hearts.

Able to crush 1,800 pieces of meat with just one knife.

"NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!!!!"

"I haven't lost yet! I haven't lost yet! I haven't lost yet!!!"

Frov roared, and his entire body began to collapse irreversibly. Almost all the blood in his body flowed out, or to be more precise, was frozen.

"Human! Risking everything you have and getting this close to a vampire is your biggest mistake!"

At this time, Shirou Emiya was only a few meters away from Frov.

“Become my nourishment!!!”

"Bam—!"

The next second, Frov's body shattered, but his head took advantage of the momentum and flew directly towards Shirou Emiya's shoulder, which was pierced by the spear and covered with frost.

The sharp fangs suddenly opened, and the strong smell of blood instantly permeated everything around.

However, the hand that was originally covered with frost had now regained its red warmth. It was only this degree of coldness.

However, before Emiya Shirou could swing his sword again, an oppressive voice sounded from behind Frov.

"When did I allow you to suck his blood?"

That was from Elquet.

Behind Flov, Elquet suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the head that was rushing towards Shirou Emiya.