Type-Moon, the Path of a Magician

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"I hit you!"

In an instant, the golden sword pierced his left arm steadily, and large amounts of blood gushed out from the wound. The magic power covering the sword made the wound smell like burnt flesh.

But what was even more horrifying was that this injury should have been extremely painful, but at the moment it couldn't even make Xia Yuan change his expression.

[Illusion A]

All he had to do was use illusion to numb his sense of pain in advance. Although it would definitely be painful, as long as he didn't feel the pain, he wouldn't feel any pain!

"what happened?"

It was clearly very close and the sword in his hand had obviously pierced him, but why was there no sound? Even the strongest warrior would instinctively let out a cry when a sword pierced his body. What was going on?

Altria was puzzled.

next moment--

"I'm sorry, Altria, it's not that you found me, but I deliberately let you find me at this time."

At this moment, Xia Yuan also responded. He whispered to Altria who was unable to see.

Then, he let the straight sword pierce through his shoulder and stepped in front of her.

He swung his sword and chopped it down, releasing a sword pressure, while at the same time his other hand pressed into the air, secretly performing a magic trick.

Several light blue lines continued to spread across his arms.

This time he used simple strengthening magic.

Coupled with Merlin's powerful enhancements [Hero Shaping Ex] and [Dreamlike Charm A], his strength has now reached the terrifying A-level.

The three buffs overlapped with each other, and the terrifyingly amplified punch blasted directly into Altria's cheek like a cannonball.

However, even at such a close distance, she could not see where the enemy was, but her intuition had already anticipated the horrific punch that was about to fall. She wanted to draw her sword to escape, but found that she could not pull it away at all, because Xia Yuan's other hand had already firmly grasped her wrist.

"caught you……"

"——What?!" She widened her eyes in disbelief.

"When exactly is it?!"

"Wow--"

Before she could even be surprised, she heard a sound of breaking air, and Altria let out a shrill scream. Her delicate cheek was instantly hit hard, and the punch knocked her to the ground.

The body slammed heavily into the asphalt road -

Gravel, asphalt, and dust all shook up!

She only felt a sweetness in her throat, and large mouthfuls of blood gushed out of her mouth and nose. Even the Sword of Victory that she was holding tightly slipped out of her hand due to inertia at this moment.

On the battlefield, the sword falling out of one's hand is enough to prove the victory or defeat.

For a knight, he must never drop his weapon even at the cost of his life.

Because once you lose your weapons, all that awaits you is being slaughtered.

Even though Altria stood up quickly, it was too late to save the situation.

Because Xia Yuan had already moved away, then raised his hand and pulled out the golden sword that was stuck in his shoulder, revealing a deep and terrifying hole that was still oozing blood.

"Even though I don't feel any pain, it looks horrible. If it got any deeper, I would have lost my arm."

Looking at the bleeding left shoulder, Xia Yuan shook his head, raised his hand and released healing magic to stop the bleeding.

Not only did she lose her eyesight, but now she also lost her weapon. Altria knew there was no point in fighting any more. Now, she just stood there blankly, reflecting on everything.

"Are you feeling better now? Can you calm down and talk to me?"

Xia Yuan turned the golden sword in his hand and threw it back in front of Altria.

"What do you mean? Are you sympathizing with me..." Altria frowned and suddenly raised her voice.

"No, I'm just returning the item to its original owner." Xia Yuan shook his head and sat down on the ground.

After such an intense battle, he was already exhausted.

"The fight is over. According to the rules, as the winner, I should have the right to make some demands on you, right?"

"..." Altria blinked and did not answer.

"If you don't say anything, I'll take that as your consent. Then let's have a good chat."

he said with a smile.

Chapter 44: Taking a Different Path

"It's really amazing..."

"what you mean?"

"The development of things is really unexpected. After all, even a man like that can find his own wish in the end. However..." The Count smiled and pointed at Kotomine Kirei meaningfully.

"You can probably guess that Emiya Kiritsugu's resolve has probably wavered.

In the current situation, you have already lost not only Assassin, but also Saber's precious fighting power."

The Count clearly analyzed Amakusa Shiro's current situation.

“What should we do next? Facing Lancer and Rider’s attacks at the same time? That would only lead to our own destruction.”

Hearing this, Amakusa on the side did not answer immediately, but just looked up at the cross above his head, still praying silently.

“Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name, your kingdom come, your will be done on earth as it is in heaven.”

"——Amen."

The cold moonlight in the night sky shines through the skylight onto Amakusa Shiro.

The silver light illuminated the entire area beneath his feet, making it as holy and bright as the heavens, and he was standing on this heavenly staircase.

"..."

Seeing that he did not answer, the count did not ask any further questions, but raised his fingers to emit a ball of flame and lit a cigarette for himself.

never mind……

A guy like him must have some other tricks up his sleeve, but those have nothing to do with me.

There is no need to get involved, just watch quietly.

"It's time to start..."

Amakusa Shiro spoke silently, then he slowly stood up and looked at the count standing behind him.

"Sorry A. Venger, I may have to leave first."

"leave?"

The Count was stunned for a moment, but soon guessed his plan.

"Are you going to commit suicide?"

"Well, you can understand it that way, but I prefer to call it martyrdom." Amakusa Shiro smiled helplessly.

"Martyr?"

"Krypton, hahahaha - this really fits your name." The count grinned, with a hint of surprise in his golden eyes.

"But can you really do it? You should know very well what kind of hell is in there. Do you really want to use your will to fight against that kind of malice? Can you win?"

"I will win. I must win. As long as I can complete the rescue, it doesn't matter even if I fall into hell..."

"But you are right. If only an ordinary soul enters, even a Servant will be swallowed by that malice in the end."

"Are you still going into it though?

This is not something that can be remedied by human consciousness, you should know this better than me... the things in it can even wear away the self."

It is because we understand the malice of mankind that we want to save the world.

For Shiro Amakusa, no one knew the accumulated malice better than him.

But because of this, I have to go even more——

"Yes, I know the extent to which the malice accumulated over such a long time can reach. I can also roughly guess the scene inside the Holy Grail. I am afraid that it has already reached the level that can erode the will of the Servant. But there are exceptions to everything. There is one thing that it can never erode."

"you mean?"

Amakusa Shiro took out the yellowed Bible from his bosom, with a smile on his face: "That is the soul of a saint. The soul of a saint is a pure existence that cannot be eroded by any evil. It can even purify the evil of this world and engrave his will in it."

"And what I have to do now is to become a saint!"

While narrating with a smile, Amakusa Shiro took out his katana, Miike Kenta, and stabbed it into the chest without hesitation.

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This is the sound of a sword piercing flesh.

A streak of bright red flowed down the body, staining the carpet under his feet.

"Uh... this really hurts a bit."

Amakusa Shiro smiled, then used his last bit of strength to release his Noble Phantasm.

I saw his arms flashing with different lights.

Dark magic surged in his right arm;

Bright magic surges in the left arm;

"Right Hand - Evil Eater; Left Hand - Xanadu Matrix"

Amakusa Shiro whispered as he released his treasure. Two energy balls of different colors, light and dark, began to compress continuously and finally merged into his body.

These two balls of light are a treasure formed by the arms that have repeatedly performed miracles in order to give hope to believers on the difficult road. It is a Skeleton Key that can connect to any magic base and use any magic.

Now he connected it to the Greater Holy Grail, to the ley lines of Fuyuki City, and finally to his own soul.

What he had to do next was to eliminate the unnecessary will in his soul, retaining only the purest obsession with saving the world, and make his soul as pure as expected.

Only when there is absolute goodness that far exceeds that malice can the world be saved.

"Then, let's start correcting it!!"

With a roar, the magic circuits on his body began to operate frantically, and light blue lines instantly covered his entire body.

The blazing magic power and the terrifying corrective force gradually gathered towards his brain.

"My life is in your hands, my faith is with you..."

"Our Father in Heaven, hallowed be your holy name; may your kingdom come on earth—"

He is a saint who is not recognized by the world, a sad saint who only exists in Amakusa Shiki.

Even among the believers who know his real name, very few acknowledge his achievements.

He also thought that he could not be compared with those truly noble saints.

During the Shimabara Rebellion, he entered hell, failed to save everything, and was unable to avert the tragedy. He is not worthy of being called a saint.

But even so, even though he is like this, not understood by the world, not recognized by the world, he still has the long-cherished wish to save the world.

For him, it doesn’t matter if he is not understood, and it doesn’t matter if he is not known, because he will be with the Lord now.

“A—Men!!”

As the last prayer fell, the energy balls of light and darkness continued to compress, and finally began to flow into his brain along his magic circuits. The Command Seals on his arms began to glow in unison.

[I order you in the name of all the Command Spells in my body, Amakusa Shiro, to persevere - and become a saint! ]

Although he was experiencing the pain of his soul being torn apart, Shiro Amakusa only felt calm. His mind began to empty, and his previous obsession seemed to disappear at this moment.

He seemed to see his original self again, the purest self.

"Hey, Amakusa, why are you still standing here? Everyone has been waiting for you for a long time." In a trance, he felt someone poking his clothes, and when he came to his senses, it was still those familiar faces.

Are you all here to pick me up?

"Sorry to have kept you waiting."

He slowly closed his eyes, then stopped breathing and fell into a deep sleep in the church.

No more waking up.

Along with it rose the noble soul and returned to the Holy Grail.