Shirou Emiya doesn't want to work overtime

Why?

She didn't understand, and couldn't understand.

I just want to get in touch with Shirou Emiya more and understand him from the bottom of my heart.

Perhaps, I will never have the chance to get to know a brother whom I hate as much as I do.

"Emiya Shirou——"

Sajo Ayaka murmured Emiya Shirou's name softly. They had only been together for a few days, but his image was deeply imprinted in her mind.

A person who claims to be a magician but knows almost nothing about magic.

A person who didn't even have a magic circuit, but was able to defeat the twenty-seventh ancestor of the Dead Apostles with his sword skills.

A person who kisses me forcefully without saying anything and even puts his tongue into me.

A man who has attracted countless women like the protagonist of a light novel.

Someone who can sacrifice himself for others without hesitation.

Perhaps I will never forget such a person in my life.

"Emiya Shirou——"

Xiel whispered Emiya Shirou's name softly. She had never met such a person, someone who could give everything for others.

Stupid?

madness!

In the magician's opinion, he was stupid for sacrificing his life for some ordinary people.

In the eyes of the Dead Apostles and the True Ancestor, he was stupid for wanting to fight Zhu Yue with a human body.

But Xiel really couldn't describe someone like Emiya Shirou as stupid.

At this moment, she could only think of one word to describe Emiya Shirou - great.

From time to time, she thought that if she could have met Emiya Shirou earlier, maybe they could have become good friends.

"I wish you good luck in martial arts!"

Joan of Arc knelt on the ground and prayed devoutly, as always.

Day after day, she never stops offering blessings to Shirou Emiya.

Standing on the hill, Emiya Shirou placed his hands on his chest, and a dull voice slowly sounded -

This body is made of sword

Chapter 1146: Sword Inscription - [Destroy the World]

"boom--!"

Amid the roar of breaking through the air, the scarlet moon hanging in the sky was falling at a very fast speed, and the air flow was collapsing with an unimaginable sound.

It was as if the end of the world had come, and the whole world was occupied by this dazzling scarlet color.

"cough--!"

Emiya Shirou couldn't help but cough up a mouthful of blood foam, staining his front red. He half-crouched down on the hill in extreme pain.

"After losing Avalon, the collapse was so fast?"

Shirou Emiya's vision had become a little blurry, and the moment he reached the top of the hill, he couldn't even see his own hands clearly.

“What else can I do now?

The magic power is gone————

The magical power stored in the Command Seal is extremely limited. In terms of quantity, it is basically only enough to release a Noble Phantasm once.

During the battle, Shirou Emiya not only projected a large number of spiral swords, but also projected the Seven-Layered Ring of Seraph, which consumed a lot of magic power.

In addition, with the flames and black mud constantly fighting inside Shirou Emiya's body, magic power simply cannot be stored in his body for too long.

Now, within Shirou Emiya's body, the magical power provided by that Command Seal had completely disappeared.

Physical strength, exhausted————

One-sword Shura, Kurogane Ikki's unique sword-cutting skill was created in order to use his own poor strength to fight against many powerful enemies.

It can only be used once a day, concentrating all the strength you have into one minute, strengthening your physical strength dozens of times. Once used, your body will rapidly weaken.

The body suddenly collapsed————

After losing Avalon, Shirou Emiya's body collapsed almost in seconds. Perhaps before the Vermillion Moon fell, his body could no longer withstand the two forces and collapsed completely.

Half of the body was swallowed by darkness, and the other half was covered by flames.

Shirou Emiya now has difficulty even holding the sword, let alone resisting the doomsday-like natural disaster.

In the words of Toosaka Rin, exposing Emiya Shirou to the crimson moon like this was almost the same as committing suicide.

Because Shirou Emiya does not have any power to stop the Vermillion Moon from falling.

Even just to survive is already a struggle, and yet he is standing in front of this natural disaster and saying that he wants to stop it, which is really laughable.

"If I still have any strength I can rely on now."

Standing on the hill, Emiya Shirou fell into deep thought, as if he was tracing something, with his hand on his chest.

Noble Phantasm?

There is no Noble Phantasm in the Infinite Blade Works that can solve this disaster, and even if there is Shirou Emiya, he does not have the magic power to project it.

Black mud?

If there were so much black mud in Pandora's Box, there might be a one in ten million chance of being able to prevent the Vermillion Moon from falling to the ground, but it is impossible to do so with only this part of Shirou Emiya's body.

flame?

The flames that can burn the world to ashes are indeed terrifying, and perhaps the only force that can deal with the Vermilion Moon. However, just like the black mud that has the power to destroy the world, it is too low in magnitude under the falling Vermilion Moon.

However, at this moment, Emiya Shirou was not thinking about how to use the power of this flame, but rather——

"I need a sword—"

"A sword that can split the world in half!"

"A sword that can end this disaster!"

That----

Where does this sword that is said to end this disaster come from?

[No need to come from anywhere, because————]

"This body is made of sword!"

A brilliant light burst out from his chest, illuminating this vermilion world.

Emiya Shirou is a sword himself.

Infinite Swordsmanship is the mental landscape that appears when he is a sword.

Shirou Emiya is an expert at projection magic, but that is merely a byproduct of his inherent barrier "Infinite Blade Works" that materializes the landscape in his mind.

The appearance of the [Sword] does not require projection magic.

"clang--!"

"clang--!"

"clang--!"

Some kind of knocking sound.

Some kind of steely knocking sound.

The sound of a swordsmith forging a weapon echoed again and again in the scarlet night.

"Pah! Pah! Pah!"

Almost at the same time, such a voice came from Shirou Emiya.

That's the muscle being torn.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

That's the bones being crushed.

"Puff! Puff! Puff!"

That's the skin being torn apart.

"Tick tock! Tick tock! Tick tock!"

That's blood falling continuously.

His body was collapsing at an extremely terrifying speed, as if Shirou Emiya would die in the next second.

But Shirou Emiya turned a blind eye and stared at the moon that was rapidly falling in the sky with his blurry eyes.

While racing against death, Shirou Emiya's heart was extremely calm.

"clang--!"

"clang--!!"

"clang--!!!"

As if entering the final stage, the knocking sounds surrounding the space suddenly became rapid.

"I need a sword—"

Emiya Shirou whispered softly.

"A sword that can split the world—"

The loud knocking sounds suddenly became quieter.

"A sword that can end this disaster—"

"call--!"

At this moment, Emiya Shirou's body, which was originally a mixture of light and dark, was instantly swallowed up by the darkness.

Time seemed to slow down extremely at this moment.

"Om-!"

A dazzling red light lit up on Shirou Emiya's chest, and his hand on his chest seemed to have grasped something and continued to extend forward.

"Qiang——!"

The sound of the sword being unsheathed also echoed in this space at the same moment. Emiya Shirou is not only a [sword] but also a [sheath].

The thing that was pulled out of Emiya Shirou's body was held tightly in his right hand and waved slightly at his side.

That's a sword.

A three-foot-two-inch double-edged sword with countless red lines on the sword, a golden blade, and a black and red hilt surrounded by flames.

Immediately, Emiya Shirou raised the sword in his hand high above his head.

"Buzz!"

Along with a vibration sound, a bright light suddenly rose on the sword with countless red lines.

At this moment, the surrounding space seemed unable to withstand its pressure and began to shatter at a speed visible to the naked eye.

“ROAR ...

As if sensing some danger, the Elquito that condensed into a body of light let out a terrifying roar, and the power that would turn an ordinary person into a blood mist if they came into contact with it for a moment pressed down on Shirou Emiya.

The internal organs had been crushed under the pressure of the might.

The body also became broken under the pulling of the airflow.

Death has crawled all over his body, and it would not be an exaggeration to describe Shirou Emiya now as a corpse.

But that firm will never gave in.

Holding the sword in his hand, Emiya Shirou's eyes, which could no longer see anything, stared straight at Zhu Yue, never shifting their gaze.