I Will Eventually Become a Partner of Justice

The meaning of mourning the sacrifice is getting stronger and stronger.

But the light is getting brighter and brighter, as if it wants to illuminate the entire darkness.

And Shirou, who is at the source, is like a fire, as if he wants to illuminate the entire dark forest with an unknown future.

Shirou turned around, his snow-like long hair fell down, and his red eyes burned like fire.

He looked at the oncoming coffin, the end, the end of the coffin, without the slightest fear or panic on his face, but quite calm, quite calm, not without fear, but a kind of fearlessness that regards death as home.

Getia stared blankly at the shining Eternal King, and murmured, "This... this is..."

The coffin was dragged in front of Shirou, with a "creak", the goblin opened the coffin, and then knelt down around it.

That is not surrender, but respect.

As the goblin knelt down on one knee and pulled the pegasus in the coffin, the illusory people also knelt down on one knee crying.

"At this point, my karma is over..."

Looking at the coffin, Shirou murmured softly, then slowly fell into the coffin, and the fairy slowly closed the lid.

Afterwards, Tenma stood up, dragged the coffin, and walked slowly towards Shirou's body on a bright road.

And those illusory people also supported each other, got up slowly, and watched as Tianma dragged the sleeping king to the distant and invisible hometown.

Tianma pulled the coffin and walked towards the body. A powerful barrier of malice suddenly appeared in the body occupied by the evil king.

That is the power of the evil king, and it is also the authority of the evil king.

There is no treasure, not even any means of attack on this planet that can penetrate it...

However, the Pegasus pulling the coffin easily passed through the barrier and approached Shirou's body.

Seeing this scene, Getia was extremely shocked, and muttered to himself: "Breakthrough...really, breaking through the power of the King of Evil...the Noble Phantasm of the End that came from the same source, penetrated the King of Evil's power... Power... Solomon... Do you also keep such a hand against me?"

Getia muttered to himself, and there was an inexplicable emotion in his chest.

He is puzzled, he is confused.

Because, this is an emotion he has never had before.

incomprehensible.

Tenma dragged the coffin to the front of the body, and then turned into a streak of light, rushing into Shirou's body along a path of brilliance.

The crying gradually died down.

The crowd also gradually disappeared.

But the light, but the brilliance, still remained in the body of the dark and bottomless evil king.

So far, the Eternal King is over.

The Eternal King finished all his royal careers and entrusted the results and future to future generations, while he himself fell into a deep sleep with blessings and expectations, forever, forever, and could never wake up again.

The records of the Eternal King are completely destroyed!

Destroyed from the Seat of Heroes, disappeared from the records of the Wheel of Suppression.

And as the end of the eternal king, the man who has been wearing the crown has finally escaped from the weight of the king, returned to himself, and returned to his hometown.

And the effect of being the third Noble Phantasm is precisely——, returning to his own body, continuing to exist as Fujimaru Shirou.

It's just that the body has been occupied, and the fate of leaving the spirit base is death.

The spirit stands on the soil of the body's mental space, and Shirou knows this very well.

His carrier has completely disappeared, and he can only maintain his independent self for a moment by relying on the effect of the third treasure.

Once the time was up, his result was only two.

Either, be captured and devoured by the evil king, and disappear completely; or, as a lonely ghost with no support, disappear into ashes and disappear completely.

But Shirou naturally won't leave the stage so easily.

How could he leave so easily?

All sacrifices, all, for this moment!

Standing on the illusory soil of the spiritual space, Shirou raised his head, looking at the vortex hanging high in the sky.

Three streams of evil and three streams of mud entered Shirou's body.

The dark mud flow-the evil of this world, the scarlet mud flow-the evil of vampires, the starry sky mud flow-the evil of gods.

These three streams of mud flowed into the river and sea, flowing into the vortex continuously.

The vortex has changed from almost transparent colorless to a pitch black color, and it is completely rotating counterclockwise.

However, Shirou could see and feel clearly.

At the center of the completely counterclockwise vortex, there is still a contradictory, clockwise spiral.

And that is the only key point to destroy the power of the evil king!

After facing the King of Evil for real, Shirou finally understood.

The king of evil is not the seat of false gods.

The seat of false gods has long been shattered.

The true identity of the King of Evil, the great malice born from the vortex after the three malicious pollutions reversed the vortex!

The power of the evil king, its true face, is just the whirlpool of reversal!

Therefore, the only way to destroy the power of the evil king is to let the whirlpool return to normal!

And the key point to achieve this is none other than the only thing remaining in the center of the reversal vortex, a little bit of normal rotation!

The demise of humanity has entered a five-second countdown, and destruction is close at hand!

"Bet everything in these five seconds!"

Shirou clenched his fists tightly, his eyes gleamed with determination, he was weak but powerful, he had no power, he was just a lonely ghost, and he sprinted towards the rebellious vortex!

Buzz buzz! ! !

God's Evil sensed the arrival of the owner of the body, and it, full of malice, differentiated into countless mud flows, forming spikes, and stabbed towards Shirou.