Shirou Emiya doesn't want to work overtime

Another fierce shout came from the side of Emiya.

In an instant, a head flew up in front of Emiya, and terrifying blood spurted out from the warrior's neck like spring water.

The man who originally slashed at Emiya was beheaded before Emiya could respond.

It was an extremely standard machete, and there was even a little blood dripping on it, making it look unusually weird.

"call--!"

Before Emiya could react from his daze, the scarlet machete was swung in the direction of Emiya carrying the cold wind.

"clang--!"

At the critical moment, a very ordinary-looking Nichirin sword appeared on Wei Gong's neck.

"kill----!"

With an extremely ferocious aura, the young man wearing animal skin once again waved the machete in his hand and slashed at Emiya's head.

The ferocious machete cut deeply into the snow. Emiya quickly rolled his body on the ground and kicked the person next to him to the ground.

"Pfft——!"

But before Emiya could do anything to the man in front of him, a voice piercing the flesh came from in front of Emiya again.

The young man who wanted to kill Emiya was stabbed through the head by another warrior holding a long sword, and died on the ground on the spot.

The man also turned around and saw Emiya standing up from the ground.

"kill----!"

I saw the man yelling fiercely, holding the sword in his hand and rushing towards Emiya.

Emiya, who was still in a trance, had no choice but to raise the Nichirin Sword in his hand and prepare to challenge.

but----

"puff--!"

The sound that penetrated the flesh came from in front of Emiya again.

An extremely rough wooden arrow penetrated straight into his brain.

Before he could reach Emiya, he fell to the ground.

The successive deaths of human beings had a huge impact on Emiya.

This was not the first time he had seen a dead person, nor was it the first time he had seen such a miserable situation.

However, everything in front of him made Emiya feel countless confusion, his own insignificance and powerlessness.

Only then did Emiya think about looking around.

"kill----!"

"Pfft, pfft!"

The roar, the sound of cutting into flesh, and the sound of blood spurting, sounded like an extremely strange symphony from Emiya's ears.

Wei Gong could clearly see that there were two parties fighting, one wearing heavy animal clothing, and the other wearing light armor. They seemed to be dancing in blood, and the sounds of one after another echoed around Wei Gong.

"kill----!"

Fierce and angry shouts came from the back side of Emiya. A soldier wearing iron armor rushed towards Emiya, and chopped off Emiya's head with a long silver knife without any skill.

But the body's reaction was faster than Emiya's thoughts. At this time, it was too late for Emiya to withdraw his strength.

"Pfft——!"

Only the sound of blood lines collapsing could be heard, and the young man fell into Emiya's hands.

The technique he originally developed to prevent ghosts from sneaking up on him easily took away a person's life.

"Bashar!!!!!!"

As if seeing the death of his companion, another young man's eyes turned scarlet red and he rushed towards Emiya angrily.

But at this time, Emiya had fallen into a sluggish state. He could not imagine that he had killed a person with his own hands.

"Pfft——!"

For these ordinary people, the gap between Emiya and them is like an adult and a child. Even some unintentional actions can cause devastating disasters.

Emiya hated the reflexes he had developed in that forest, but on the battlefield, he was not allowed to think so much.

If such a strangely dressed man appears in the middle of the battlefield, no matter which side he is from, he will attack him.

Would a civilian who accidentally entered the battlefield be sent to protect him if the two parties were fighting?

On the battlefield, either you die or I die, and there is no room for conversation.

Just endless fighting!

"Bang!"

Amidst the roar, huge rocks falling from the sky fell to the ground, arousing strong blast winds that lifted off the soil and rocks and swept them in all directions.

But it wasn't just here that was struck by rocks.

Emiya looked up at the sky, which was filled with black spots as dense as rain.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Countless stones fell from high in the sky, and all around Emiya, whether they were wearing thick animal skins or light iron armor, fell under the terrifying raindrops.

The blood was like a swatted mosquito, exploding in all directions the moment the stone hit them, and their limbs flew apart in all directions.

However, compared to such a terrifying attack, what surprised Emiya even more was that the two fighting parties had no intention of dodging at all.

As soon as the man in animal skins cut off the head of the man in front of him with a machete, the swift stone smashed him into pieces.

The warrior holding the katana rushed straight towards the man wearing animal skins who was fighting with others without fear of life and death. Before his support could arrive, he became part of the entire battlefield.

Countless soldiers seemed to be unable to shout out the corpses piled up around Emiya and rushed towards Emiya.

The blood on his body was layered one after another, emitting a very heavy smell of blood that constantly stimulated Emiya's taste buds.

Emiya's mind was no longer able to think effectively.

If a person is killed, he will die.

Emiya would not give up living just to let the man in front of him kill him.

Even if Emiya wanted to stop such a meaningless battle, he had no way.

This was not a fight to the death that could be stopped by personal strength. With Emiya's current strength, he had no ability to stop such a war except to stain his hands with more blood.

Blood flew, limbs fluttered, and the white snow turned scarlet in an instant.

Even the slowly falling snowflakes were stained with the breath of bleak killing, becoming extremely piercing.

But even such a piercing cold could not stop the slaughter between them.

"I'm sorry, Alma!"

A young man who was cut in half by Emiya stared at a picture of a blonde woman holding a child in his hand with scarlet tears flowing from the corners of his eyes.

"Can I be happy?"

A middle-aged man who was pierced in the abdomen by Emiya, who looked a little older, covered his abdomen which was constantly bleeding, and looked at the extremely scarlet sun in the sky with a pious attitude.

"You! You will not die well!!!"

A strong man who was beheaded by Emiya in an instant, his bloody head fell on the snow and kept rolling, and his extremely angry and resentful expression stared at him at the end.

In the constant fighting, Emiya's hand holding the Sun Wheel Sword began to tremble!

Is this a righteous partner?

Chapter 54 The Eve of the Second Battle

Night fell again.

At night here, there are no ghosts who treat humans as grass, no streets full of noise, only the bright moon with endless blood hanging in the sky.

After a whole day of fighting, the two parties seemed to have reached an agreement that both sides would withdraw their troops.

Night is not the time for them to fight.

But Emiya, who does not belong to any camp, can only stay on the battlefield alone.

At this moment, at the foot of Emiya, there were piles of corpses like a mountain, and Emiya held a half-broken Nichirin Sword in his hand and inserted it into the corpse beside him, half-kneeling to support his body.

There were several swords in front of and behind him, but even so, Emiya still kept his eyes open.

His eyes were completely dyed red with blood.

But he did not die, and Emiya could still feel the vitality bursting out of his body.

I saw Emiya slowly stand up, and the Nichirin Sword in his hand slowly dissipated in the air with the cold wind blowing over.

"Why, I'm not dead yet!"

Emiya looked at the various corpses around him who died in extremely tragic ways. He grabbed a weapon that had been inserted into his chest and pulled it out without hesitation.

"Uh--!"

The intense pain of tearing muscles made Emiya couldn't help but make a sound.

He could endure such severe pain in his body, but he didn't need to endure it all the time.

In battle, you can endure the severe pain in your body and fight the enemy, but when you are healing yourself, you don't need to do this at all. There is no other meaning except to make yourself more uncomfortable.

But even such severe pain can't relieve the pain in Emiya's heart.

In just one day, he went from a member of the Demon Slayer Corps who protected humans from demons to an executioner who killed countless people.

Many of the warriors who died in Emiya's hands had their beloved wives and children, close friends, and many of them may have lofty ideals, and some may even have golden ideals like Emiya.

But at this time, all of them were cut down by Emiya's sword, and there was no possibility of survival.

Looking at the pile of corpses in front of him, Emiya felt a sweetness in his throat.

A stream of blood spurted out of Emiya's mouth.

Emiya dealt with them just like an adult dealt with a child, but if there were hundreds of children holding knives and rushing towards this adult without fear of death.

Even the highly skilled Emiya couldn't resist all the attacks under such circumstances.

Moreover, he didn't use any breathing techniques. The entire battle was completed by his own body's autonomous actions.

The breathing technique was developed to deal with ghosts, and it was not intended for fighting between people.

But in the face of extreme danger, Emiya's body reacted even faster than his mind.

This reaction became particularly sensitive after being treated.

Originally in the forest, Emiya's reaction was that if someone attacked him, he would be able to react and fight back.

But now someone attacked him, and his body completed the counterattack when he reacted.

These are two completely different situations.

And Emiya also felt that the effect of the item in his body seemed to be different from before.

The wounds on his body were not directly healed, but some golden lacquer-like substances overflowed and covered his wounds.

As time passed, the wounds gradually recovered, and the golden lacquer gradually disappeared.

This is completely different from the recovery of his injuries when he woke up.

But Emiya didn't have much time to think about these things.

His mind was very confused at this moment.

Whether it was for the light ball, for himself, or for the people he killed.

This was war, and no matter how many people were killed in the war, it was a very normal thing.

Moreover, Emiya just wanted to survive in such a chaotic battle.

He was just an ordinary person who accidentally entered the battlefield, why should he bear such a heavy guilt.

But Emiya would not think about these, and would not enlighten his mind because of this.

He only knew that he killed people, and he was supposed to live for those who died, but now his hands were stained with the lives of more people.