Well, his eyes changed. The red knight looked at his expression and no longer hesitated, but the look that wanted to cut off himself.

He was hesitating just now, but he was not obsessed with the sword in his hand, but now he was able to maintain his body under his own attack. Although he didn't know why, he was indeed determined.

Archer also reminded him of why he wanted to be a partner of justice and a hero with powerful power. He had clearly seen that future and his end, and could not do anything at all. However, this guy actually...

"You guy..." The red knight got angry and roared at Shirou: "Do you just want to be a hero so much!!!"

"I never thought about it." Shirou shouted at himself unwillingly: "But now it seems that he must be!!"

"Yes, yes." The hero was not surprised by his answer, because if it wasn't like this, it wouldn't be Shirou Emiya. He gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "Because this is the only feeling for you. But this is not from the heart, but the feelings for others, and in the final analysis, it is just a false imitation."

"No!!!" I don't know where the power flowed, but Shirou responded to him with a voice that was twice as high as just now.

Although my body has no strength anymore, if I continue to use the magic circuit, it will break. Even my body is full of holes. As long as I move, blood will spurt out of the spring. However, even so, I don’t know what’s going on. This body refuses to admit defeat, not knowing why, but I just don’t want to lose, don’t want to lose to such a guy, even if he is myself.

"Isn't it?!!" The archer roared wildly, pressing the sword in his hand hard. At the same time, he raised his left knee violently, intending to smash his chin with his own knee, but Shirou discovered this and withdrew the sword in time to block it. The black knee hit the sword. Shirou and Archer separated. He stepped back and the sword in his hand shattered again.

Archer leaned over and rushed over, the black sword was like the faint light in the hands of the god of death. He roared at his disbelief: "It is more important than yourself and others. This body must exist for others. I must save others. I have been driven by this forced concept. Because this dream is too beautiful, I did not notice the flaws in it, and I just ran and ran."

He shouted furiously: "But everyone's dream of happiness is just a fairy tale that only children believe. If you don't have this dream, you can't live, so then die with your dream."

The knight is yelling, the knight is crying.

Under the solid steel appearance, a poor child was crying helplessly. He shed blood and tears, shouting, save me, save me.

No one came to save him, no one could help him, because from the beginning, this was the way he chose.

That guy...

Gripping his teeth, suppressing what he was about to shout, spread his hands open, and projecting again, using the last trace of activity of the magic circuit to project a rare famous sword, Gan Jiang Moye.

The couple's double swords are smelted by the husband at the cost of his wife's life, and the double swords are named as the sword-maker. The price of projecting them is that the magic circuit on their bodies is finally broken.

At the same time, the sword blades in their bodies turned even more crazy, and they kept twisting and rumbling as if they were about to crush Emiya Shiro himself.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Acknowledge what he said, admit that what he said is true, but thinks about what he said in his heart, and thinks of his past that he has seen, and he cannot bear it in his heart. He wants to retreat and give up on the battle.

My dream is hypocrisy, my feelings are just fake fakes, and my life is just a bad imitation, but this false mood is trembling at this moment.

The body could no longer bear the next blow, but this body kept working hard. I didn't understand what was going on, but although I didn't understand, the body that started to act could not stop. I just saw the figure of the man in front of me, his hatred, his anger, and his roar.

My inferior fake heart will roar and let out a long roar - knock him down, defeat him, and smash everything he has.

Shirou used the sword in his left hand to sweep towards Archer's head. The latter lowered his body slightly and rotated his body in place. His left hand thrust up with the help of a twist, but it was not empty. He suddenly held a sword in his hand. The red sword looked like a blood whip and whipped Shirou's head and face.

Shirou retreated, and the general in his hand met the red sword. Then he continued to meet him and chopped towards the body of the hero.

Neither side had the calmness of initial use of weapons. Even if he used this unpretentious Mirror Sword, he could only use the impact of brute force. As for archer, he tried his best to smash the enemy in front of him.

Because of anger, both sides lost their calmness and wanted to do was to overwhelm each other by their strength.

Facing himself, who was desperately wielding his sword, Archer mocked: "No matter how hard he tried, it was useless. All you have was false. False cannot save anyone at all, and even nothing to save can't be determined!"

"no!!!"

The black sword shattered the black Gan Jiang, and Shirou had only a Tai Chi hilt left in his hand. The only thing left was Mo Ye. He held a white Yin sword to fight, but there was no protection on the side and was immediately hit by the red sword, which was visible to the bone.

"That's it. You can't beat me at all. As long as you still hold that boring ideal, you can't win!!"

Like a blow like a raging wave, the swords in the hero's hand were all together and chopped down at Shiro's head. They were blocked by the latter using Mo Xie, but the fragile sword system was hit by the Invincible Sword and the Sword of Destruction at the same time, and they could only turn into pieces miserably. Shiro was knocked out again.

Like a torn doll thrown out, Shirou rolled in the gravel-covered hall and finally fell into a big pit that he didn't know who smashed it out.

"Um... Woo..." He gasped in big mouthfuls, his breathing as disgusting as Oh Picture, his eyes were distracted, he could not focus at all, and he could not see clearly.

Except for one man.

"It's over, Shirou" Archer stood by the pit and looked down at him, like a god despising the evil insect: "The stupidity of knowing that he can't win but still wants to fight is over here."

"What are you going to open..." Under the red hair, the boy made a vague sound.

Indeed, the magic circuit was burnt and could not function again. The scars on his body were so heavy that he didn't even believe it. He just stayed calmly in the pit for a second, and his blood immediately filled the pit one-third. Such injuries could not be fought no matter how they were. However, he still didn't want to fall.

The sword in his body seemed to be unable to bend, and forced to stand up.

However, compared to the difficulty of standing, my feet and head kept slight, that guy was not even in a state of breathing, let alone hurt.

The victory and loss are obvious, no, I knew from the beginning. No matter how hard Shirou Umiya, he could not win the man of Hei Ling. Humans could not compete with Hei Ling, which was known for a long time.

However, whenever he was scolded as a fake, he heard the screams in his heart, his loose body was enriched again, and his arms, which had no strength, could squeeze out the strength in the muscles. Even if he screamed in his spirit, his whole body felt as if he was about to explode, but he still had no intention of giving up fighting.

"What...joke!!!" Shirou roared, and a hoarse and unknown voice came from his bleeding throat.

traceon.

He chanted a spell, but the magic circuit was burnt and he could not flow his magic at all. His hands could only be empty. If he wanted to win, he could only use the sword system. It would not be possible to be unable to project.

However, the only few magic circuits have indeed become completely powdered and cannot be projected again.

Since that's the case, if that's the case, use the unused part. Shiro Emiya has never used large magic, and the magic circuit in his body has not been fully opened. Therefore, if he uses the unused part, he can continue to fight.

"Ahhhhhhhhh..." He stuffed all his consciousness into his body, searched from the burnt magic circuit, and opened it up.

Tear open the door of the circuit, open the channel of the circuit, and pour magic into it... The nerves, blood vessels, muscles, bones and blood were twisted wildly, and the spasm of the body seemed to be about to be torn apart, and countless sword blades were about to break out. Shiro Emiya was almost evaporated by this impulse.

At the cost of this kind of pain that makes people collapse, it is just for projection. The two black and white swords are formed again in their own body and held in their own hands.

"Well, cough..." He opened his mouth. Instead of being attacked by the enemy, he spitted out the most blood since the battle. Shirou didn't know how to open the magic circuit, he could only use this rough method to open it.

Facing his still standing body, the man couldn't stand it. His white hair was like a countdown needle, making a sound like gritting his teeth: "So that's it. Even if he becomes like this, he can continue to maintain his fighting spirit. It's amazing! Then..."

He once again put on a battle posture, with the black and red swords intertwined in front of him. After the blade, the iron eyes were filled with gray light: "Now let you understand that in the face of overwhelming strength, faith is just... futile."

The magic power surged on him, as if it had never decreased. But that's right, because he was only facing his unformed self, with a huge gap in strength and a clear ability, so fighting with him was just a joke with humans, and he had never been serious at all.

Shirou learned this, so if he wanted to beat him, he had to use a higher sword skill than he is now.

However, he had never learned anyone's sword skills. He had only his own exploration. Now he was just imitating that guy's sword skills. So... the scene when Archer and Saber fought appeared in front of him. At that time, he was obviously a archer, but he could knock down the swordsman. Although there was also the weak element of Saber in it at that time, his strength could not be ignored. At that time, he was using these pairs of swords.

With his hands slightly raised, Shirou looked at the sword in his hand and searched from the things that were circulating in, remembering, fighting methods, skills, and right, this one was among them.

The method of using Gan Jiang Moye in the Yingling emiya.

Gan Jiang Moye, as a treasure, does not have any special abilities and cannot be compared with Saber's sword. However, it is precisely because of his flawless sword body that it is used vividly by the Yingling Guardian, and there are the methods he has figured out for use.

"Hu..." The bowman took a deep breath: "I'm stupid, I actually want to fight me in my way. However, I'll accept your enlightenment. But..."

"Crane Wings..." His arms wide open, Shirou recited the inscription he saw as if he was singing a spell: "Is it worth it?"

With his arms swung, the two swords were thrown out like darts, and the target pointed directly at the head of the enemy in front of him. Because Shiro Emiya's sword system could not keep up with the sword system of Emiya's sword system, then use this one-time method. Then project again.

Only one meter away, the two swords will instantly cut off the enemy's head.

However, Archer just separated his hands for a moment and blocked the two swords. The two swords shattered the flying swords left and right. Then he ushered in Shiro Umiya's next blow.

"The Heart Skills of Mount Tai" is projected again, ignoring the breaking of blood vessels in the body one by one, but uses the sword system to slash at the man's body.

"Fool!"

Suddenly, a black sword attacked from an angle that should not have been seen, directly piercing through Shiro Emiya's heart. Shiro looked at the hilt of the sword protruding from his heart, without any thoughts, and only had a short circuit dullness. His movements stopped, and the double blades that were originally slashing towards the archer's chest drooped weakly, and blood gushed out of his mouth uncontrollably.

The archer coldly threw the sword from his hands behind him. The two swords were impartial and just hit the Gan Jiang Moye who was spinning in the air. He directly stabbed the sword body as wide as an axe, pierced them out, and nailed them to the roof of the castle.

With his hand out, Archer pulled out Shiro's fucking opponent from his chest and woke Shiro who was still in a daze with the pain.

The Gan Jiang who pierced Shiro's heart just now was Gan Jiang among the two swords that were cut by archer at first. Mo Xie was cut open a small hole. As a result, Archer discarded both swords and projected caladbolg. Everyone thought he had discarded the two swords. In fact, the unbreaked Gan Jiang lay quietly on the ground of the castle, under the control of Archer, waiting for an opportunity to prepare. Since then, Archer has not projected Gan Jiang Mo Xie for this reason.

Shirou didn't notice this. He just took it for granted that the archer was just fighting with him in close combat, but did not find a foreshadowing of Archer a long time ago. He did not realize this until the archer's chest was pierced by the archer's sudden flying furious general.

"It's over, Shirou. No matter how hard he tries, he doesn't have his own beliefs, no matter how strong he is, he can only reach this point." The hero said goodbye to himself: "I originally kept my magic power just to resist your eyes. However, your conceit makes you not use those eyes. Losing your life because of boring beliefs is your end."

Shirou felt his body tremble, and then as if something was pulled out of his body, an empty piece of it, and heat flowed out of it. He moved his eyes and saw a black sword blade falling down his head.

The heart is pierced and blood is sprayed out from there. It will take a life in just one minute. There is no need for Archer to make up for it. However, since the enemy is no longer able to fight, ending his life immediately is the rule of the Guardian.

However, the heroic spirit's eyes widened. What greeted him was a white Yin sword.

"What..." The first time, the archer made a surprise voice.

However, before he was surprised, a black gangster caught the corner of his eyes and chopped him from the side toward his forehead. He jumped up quickly and dodged backwards.

At this moment, the red-haired boy lost someone's strength to suppress him. The two swords in his hand drooped down and his body fell forward, but he stabbed the two swords into the ground, supporting his body without falling.

His body was half bent, like a lobster with oxygen deficiency. His eyes were not blurred on his raised head.

"You guy, you actually..."

It should have been broken and the heart was pierced. When the speeding blood was lost, it should be because of the strength. Why, this guy was able to block his attack with a sword. His eyes couldn't help but fall on Shirou's body. The archers were surprised to find that the pierced that was supposed to be a fatal injury was actually healing.

Although it was slow, the blood no longer flowed. Not only that, but all the wounds on Shirou's body were like this. Logically speaking, it should have been scars that had long been killed, but the young man was still alive. There was no other reason for this.

A light came through his mind and suddenly he remembered something.

"Is that so, her scabbard..." He glanced at the saber next to him with the corner of his eyes. The archer had to admit that it was probably because of his carelessness. Although it was a fatal scar, he underestimated the power of the scabbard. He thought that although the treatment of the scabbard was effective, it was in the body of the alien and did not contact the Lord of the scabbard, so the speed of the treatment could not keep up with the scar. Unexpectedly, this would be the case.

Swordsel? What does that mean? I don't know, but I only know...

"I know……"

The low voice made the archer look at the opponent in front of him.

"I know it's just a dream, I knew it a long time ago, but..." Shirou raised his face and silently wiped the blood from his mouth with his sleeve.
To be continued...