Shirou Emiya doesn't want to work overtime

She saw it.

She saw her own end.

She saw the end of a certain world in Mooncell's calculations.

He was a white-haired boy holding two guns, one black and one white.

His ideals were shattered.

His hands were stained with the blood of countless people.

Cold-blooded and ruthless, he killed decisively, like a pure killing machine.

She was filled with crazy emotions, and she mercilessly slaughtered her believers and everything she had.

Even if she distorted her beliefs, even if she distorted everything.

She crushed everyone, all innocent people, including her, like ants.

That self-proclaimed righteous partner, the boring man——————

"This is your end, woman——"

Andersen stood beside Kiara, and spoke slowly.

"What defeated me was not love, nor the savior, but————"

"Fate."

"This was the ending that was destined from the beginning. The partners of justice have always been the enemies of evil, right?"

Andersen spoke the last words for Kiara Sesshōin.

He also looked at the lonely person whose chest had been pierced and no breath of life remained in his body. In the flames of the red lotus, he raised his double guns in his hands.

Immediately, Kiara Sesshōin also closed her eyes, because she already knew her final end and was no longer able to resist.

Being attacked by countless swords from inside her body.

Under BB's fierce resistance.

Above the surge of the red lotus fire, her body gradually turned into ashes.

And when Shirou Emiya saw Kiara Sesshōin completely dead, he fell heavily to the ground.

"Senior——!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The heart-wrenching roar came from somewhere in space.

But Shirou Emiya could no longer hear it.

His eyes were tightly closed, and his body had lost its support.

His consciousness had begun to sink, and his will began to collapse.

He was so tired that he felt that he could fall asleep forever if he just lay down.

Shirou Emiya sank to the bottom of the sea again. He seemed to have forgotten something, but he also seemed to never forget anything.

They didn't understand why Shirou Emiya, who was already a corpse, could still stand up, but since he was still conscious, maybe, maybe he could still be saved.

They ran madly towards Shirou Emiya's position.

"Zila——! Zila——!"

At the same time, somewhere in this venue, the space was shattering.

A door was tearing the space apart at a terrifying speed and constantly jumping towards Shirou Emiya's position.

Even a distance of several light years could not stop it.

"My partner of justice, your fate is as unshakable as Kiara——"

With these words, Andersen, who had lost his master, also dissipated in this space.

Volume 12 Death God

Chapter 792 Chaotic Streets, People Who Disregard Life

Dark clouds covered the entire sky, and thick clouds covered the area tightly, without a single ray of sunlight shining down.

Chaos, dirtiness, blood, and violence.

All the inferior words can be used to describe this dilapidated street where even houses are almost non-existent.

This street is full of evil and breeds evil. Countless shouts and beatings can be heard on this street.

Order is regarded as nothing here.

Life cannot be guaranteed here.

Death happens on this street every moment.

Fighting for food and struggling to survive.

Good people will only be ruthlessly killed in this area, and only the most sinful people can live here.

This is the worst and most unsightly Rukongai 80 area in the north Rukongai, the Saraki District. No one has the reason to manage it, and no one is willing to stay here.

"Heh! Hand over what's in your hand! You coward!"

"You have to be alive to eat it!!"

At this moment, in a dilapidated street corner, a group of men holding sticks surrounded a disheveled little girl lying on the roadside.

The little girl was covered with wounds caused by blunt instruments.

Perhaps she was beaten to the point of having no strength left, and could only curl up in a corner and let the crowd beat her.

The girl cried silently, tremblingly reaching out her hands to the people walking on the street, as if begging for someone to help her.

But in this street where there is almost no law and order, everyone is in danger, and even self-protection is difficult to do, so who would lend a helping hand?

No one paid attention to her, people just glanced at her without interest, and some even walked away without even looking at her.

She was protecting the things under her tightly, and she was unwilling to let go even though her consciousness had begun to blur.

"I'm sorry, sister. I'll go first————"

She cried silently in her heart, her eyes filled with despair for life, and she slowly closed her eyes.

However, what she heard was not the unbearable pain, but the doctor's screams and cries of pain.

"Ugh——!"

"Who are you!?"

"Who asked you to meddle in other people's business? Do you know who is behind us!!!"

It only took a few seconds for all the men surrounding the girl to fall heavily to the ground.

A young man with white hair, wearing a red cape, covering his head, and looking a little dazed stood in front of the girl.

They all looked at the young man who appeared in front of the girl with anger. Some people who were chatting on the surrounding streets seemed to have noticed the situation here and rushed to the position of this man.

Long sticks, swords, axes, and all kinds of weapons appeared in their hands.

It has been a long time since such a young man who is willing to stand up for others appeared on the street. How could they give up the opportunity to kill others like this.

Some passers-by who were still walking on the street saw the posture of those people and began to flee without looking back, their faces full of fear.

In this area, death is a normal thing, and no one will care about this unlucky guy who is willing to stand up for others.

"Run away! There are so many people! You will die!"

The girl looked at the boy who appeared in front of her and saved her with emotion, but everyone knew that if she didn't run, she would die.

She didn't want to see such a person who stood up for others die in front of her.

She struggled, endured the pain on her body, and wanted the boy who saved her to escape. She suddenly regretted why she called for help.

If she didn't call for help and didn't ask for help from others, the boy wouldn't fall into such a desperate situation.

It's enough that only she died.

"Head, it hurts!"

The white-haired boy looked a little dazed. He didn't respond to the girl behind him, but covered his head and muttered to himself.

It seemed that he didn't understand his current situation at all.

"It looks like there are some great toys to play with, but it's a pity that he's a fool!!"

"Should we chop off his arms first, or his thighs first?"

"Hahaha! Why not chop off his head first and hang it on his waist!"

Cruel words came out of the mouths of these people on the street.

They were not soldiers, and they had never received formal training. Their clothes were extremely tattered, just like refugees on the street, but their words were extremely vicious.

In their hands, the blood of countless innocent people was soaked. It's better to say that these people only bully and abuse those who are weaker than them, and are unwilling to draw their swords against the strong.

"Go--!"

As someone in the crowd finished speaking, they smiled cruelly, and all of them looked at the white-haired boy standing there with murderous eyes, and rushed over with their weapons tightly in their hands.

"Run--!"

The girl behind the white-haired boy screamed heartbreakingly, closing her eyes tightly, unwilling to see what was about to happen in front of her.

Looking at the crowd rushing towards him with a cruel aura, the white-haired boy sighed for some reason, and then his eyes suddenly became cold.

"Projection Start (Trace on)"

As his voice fell, a pair of black and white guns appeared in his hands.

The next moment————

"Bang!"

Amid the sound of the air bursting, Shirou Emiya crushed the ground, his figure turned into a residual shadow, and rushed forward.

"You really should reflect on yourself in hell——!"

With such a seemingly emotionless murmur, Shirou Emiya rushed forward, and countless sword lights suddenly appeared around him in his hands.

"Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff——!"

Like a gust of wind carrying a sharp blade, Shirou Emiya's ghostly figure rushed directly into the crowd, and the double blades turned into countless slashes, slaughtering the rushing crowd.

"No! No! Let me go! Let me go!"

"How is it possible? Is he the god of death? How can he have such power!"

"How can the god of death come to this street!"

The screams began to resound in the crowd.

Accompanied by the scarlet blood splattering everywhere.

Emiya Shirou rushed into the crowd, staring, taking everyone in his eyes, and the two swords in his hands turned into countless sword lights, slashing in all directions and falling on those people.

"Puff--! Puff--! Puff--!"

The sound of the sharp blade piercing kept ringing.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!"

The screams in the crowd kept echoing.

This scene was just like a meat grinder rushing into the crowd.

Some people started to flee, but the bullets shot out easily pierced their hearts.

Some people wanted to beg for mercy, but they didn't even have time to kneel on the ground before their heads flew into the sky.

A pitch-black mist began to emerge from Shirou Emiya's body, and fear instantly overwhelmed the mob.

The street was stained with scarlet in just a moment, and the ground suddenly turned into a river of blood.

The already dilapidated street suddenly turned into a bloody hell.

Under such circumstances, Shirou Emiya stood in front of the girl, his eyes filled with indifference to the lives of those people.