I'm Shenji, what are you doing?

In the consciousness space filled with light, a touch of blue quietly emerged.

That is the most common color on the surface of this planet, the color of the sea, and it is also the color of Shenji's soul.

The moment blue appeared, the light condensed by ties and longing seemed to be summoned by some kind of call and flowed directly into the blue.

With the help of brilliance, the blue color became more and more pure, rapidly expanding outward crazily, and soon the entire consciousness space was rendered blue.

Not only his soul, but also Shinji's body in reality has undergone similar changes.

The white halo lingering around the body disappeared, replaced by blue mist. These phenomena formed by high concentrations of magic power continued to rotate around Shenji, like a huge whirlpool.

Seeing this scene, Shirou laughed loudly and pointed his knife forward.

"Isn't this a good job? Come on, let me see how much you have changed now."

"as you wish!"

Shinji raised his head, fighting spirit burning in his eyes.

The next second, their figures disappeared at the same time, and they collided violently somewhere in the air.

Just as he promised, Shirou used the unique skill of eight swords at the same time, "Eight Swords One Flash". Shinji showed no sign of weakness and used his newfound strength to block these eight swords at the same time.

Immediately afterwards, the two figures disappeared again and reappeared in another place to continue the confrontation.

Shirou who has been strengthened by the Nine-stroke Command Seal has no limitations. Whether it is "dimension jump", "dimension twist", "things collapse", or other Noble Phantasm level skills, they are all at his fingertips.

Suddenly, visions abounded.

In his hands, Tai Sword is no longer an ordinary cold weapon, but a terrifying weapon that can unleash all kinds of unimaginable attacks.

At this time, Shirou has completely surpassed the realm of servants.

Yes, comprehensively, whether it is skills or spiritual base, whether it is panel attributes or magic power, it is by no means comparable to simply stacking attributes with the help of Noble Phantasms. That kind of monster that has no strength and no enough realm to control, in front of Shirou now, can only end up being crushed.

However, Shinji is no longer the monster with only empty power. While Shirou made up for the shortcomings, he also gained new powers.

That is the power rooted in the deepest part of everyone's soul and sealed by the subconscious mind of the personality.

That is the core meaning that already exists through the creation of Chaos, the cause that is determined when the soul is born, and the power that continues to accumulate in reincarnations.

This force is called "Origin".

When the "origin" awakens and traces back to the cause of birth, it will gain powerful power that has experienced countless time.

Because this power belongs to you, there will be no discomfort in controlling it, and there will be no worries about being too powerful or lacking in realm.

Of course, awakening to "origins" is not without its drawbacks. As the price of gaining the accumulation of reincarnation, the accumulated past lives will also be revived. The personality generated in less than a hundred years cannot resist the core meaning accumulated over a long period of time, and will eventually be swallowed up. At this time, people are no longer the original people, but a mixed group that has existed for all eternity, and can never get rid of the control of "origin".

But - what if it is not swallowed up by the accumulated past lives?

The answer is the current Shinji.

Yes, a personality of just a few decades is not enough to withstand a long "eternity", but as Shinji said, he is not fighting alone.

Behind him stood many people who cared about him. The thoughts of these people gathered on him and were with him.

The accumulated past lives of a soul are powerful, but the thoughts gathered together are even more powerful. With the help of these thoughts, Shinji successfully overcame his past lives and completely controlled the "origin" in his own hands instead of being dominated by the "origin".

Thoughts are magic, and will can create miracles.

In the confrontation with "Origin", Shinji truly created a miracle.

Next, he will create more miracles, together with the people who care about him, and together with the "origin" that they jointly control.

The thoughts were condensed and injected into Shenji's soul, and with the help of the awakened origin, they were "transformed" into a new power, further sublimating the new third magic.

And this is what Shinji uses to fight against Shirou.

Thoughts turned into magic power, so that Shenji didn't have to worry about consumption.

The bond is condensed into substance, which can be the hardest shield, the sharpest spear, and can change its shape at will according to Shen Er's wishes.

"Now that I am supported by everyone, I can do it! Even if you reach the end of martial arts, you can't defeat it!"

After blocking another "Eight Swordsman Flash" from Shirou with the all-round "Missing Barrier", Shinji's power increased again.

The blue mist that filled the battlefield rolled back, condensing around Shen Er's body a humanoid shadow that was more than ten meters tall and had countless arms.

This is not a physical change caused by the "roar of the defective beast", but Shinji's new understanding of his own origin.

"Beliefs are transformed, and the Dharma appears - the magical power of a thousand hands!"

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At the same time, Joan of Arc and Shakespeare also rushed to the broken altar at the deepest part of the garden.

The moment they walked out of the corridor, they saw the huge Holy Grail placed in the center.

Apart from that, there is nothing else. To be precise, it should have been there, but it was completely destroyed in the successive explosions.

"Ugh, what a miserable sight." Shakespeare folded his arms and said sarcastically, "Speaking of which, I didn't see the Master, nor the Black Assassin. They couldn't have been killed by the explosion."

Joan of Arc closed her eyes, quickly let them go, and breathed a long sigh of relief:

"My privilege shows that the Black Assassin is still alive. You don't feel anything abnormal, which proves that Amakusa Shiro Tokisada is also alive." (Amakusa Shiro Tokisada is not affiliated with this Holy Grail War, so Jeanne cannot know his condition. .)

"That's it. Then where are they now? We are very interested. Their movements are closely related to the direction and ending of the story."

"It should be up there. I can feel two violent fluctuations of magic power in the sky."

"In the air? This is getting more and more interesting."

Joan of Arc pointed to the sky, and Shakespeare took out a pair of telescopes with a handheld stand from his arms and placed them on the bridge of his nose.

"Oh, I saw it, I saw it, both the Master and the Black Assassin are even better than I imagined. Ah, inspiration has come, my brain is trembling."

With a finger of his free hand, the "First Folio" and the matching quill appeared naturally, and they wrote automatically under Shakespeare's command.

"Red caster."

"Please don't interrupt my creation, Saint of France, I promise you this will be a good story."

"I didn't mean to interrupt you, I just wanted you to stay away and not be affected."

"Huh?"

Hearing what Joan of Arc said, Shakespeare quickly took off his glasses and looked at Joan of Arc in surprise.

Joan of Arc didn't look at him, she just stared at the Great Holy Grail calmly.

"The damage to the Great Holy Grail is less than I expected, and we don't have much time left. Caster, if you don't want to stop me, just leave here. This will give you some more time."

"Ruler, do you want-"

"I will complete the tasks that he did not complete. This is my job."

Jeanne drew her sword.

The silver sword awarded to her at the Church of Santa Caterina is a very good weapon, but Joan of Arc has never used it even once.

Now, she finally used the sword, not against the Great Holy Grail, but against herself.

The blade of the sword cut across the palm of her hand, and there was no pain on Jeanne's face, nor did she care about the blood seeping out. She just knelt down. Put your hands together and close your eyes.

The overly graceful posture reminded Shakespeare of martyrdom.

“The heavens are the glory of the Lord, and the sky is the work of God’s hand.”

"Please wait a moment, Miss Jeanne."

Just as Jeanne opened her mouth to pray, a voice sounded from the altar.

Immediately afterwards, a pure white spirit appeared out of thin air, condensing into a figure that was too delicate to be human.