She saw it.
She saw her end.
I saw the end of a certain world in Mooncell's calculations.
He was a white-haired young man holding two guns, one black and one white.
His ideals were shattered.
His hands are stained with the blood of countless people.
Cold-blooded and ruthless, he kills without hesitation, like a pure killing machine.
She was filled with madness and slaughtered her believers and everything she had without mercy.
Even if it distorts your own beliefs, even if it distorts everything about yourself.
Crush everyone, all the innocent people, including her, like ants.
That self-proclaimed righteous partner, the boring man——————
"This is the end of you, woman—"
Andersen stood beside Sesshōin Kiara and spoke slowly.
"What defeated me was not love, nor the savior, but——"
“fate.”
"This was a destined ending from the beginning. The partners of justice have always been the enemies of evil, right?"
Andersen spoke the final words for Kiara Sesshōin.
He also looked with great approval at the lonely man whose chest had been pierced. There was no trace of life left in his body. In the flames of the red lotus, he raised the double guns in his hands.
Soon, Sesshōin Kiara also closed her eyes, because she already knew her final end and was no longer able to resist.
Being attacked by countless swords and knives bursting out from inside his body.
Under BB's fierce resistance.
Amid the surge of the red lotus fire, her body gradually turned into ashes.
When Shirou Emiya saw that Kiara Seshōin was completely dead, he fell heavily to the ground.
“Senior——!!!!!!!!!!!!”
A heart-wrenching roar came from somewhere in space.
But Emiya Shirou could no longer hear it.
His eyes were tightly closed and his body had lost the strength to support itself.
Consciousness has begun to sink, and will has begun to collapse.
He was so tired, so tired that he felt he could fall into a deep sleep forever if he just lay down.
Shirou Emiya sank to the bottom of the sea again. He seemed to have forgotten something, but also seemed like he would never forget anything.
They didn't understand why Shirou Emiya, who was already a corpse, was able to stand up, but since he was still conscious, maybe, maybe he could be revived.
He ran madly towards Emiya Shirou's position.
“Sizzle! Sizzle!”
At the same time, somewhere in this venue, space is shattering.
A door was tearing through space at an extremely terrifying speed and continuously moving towards Shirou Emiya's position.
Even a distance of several light years cannot block it.
"My righteous friend, your fate is just like Kiara's, and it is unshakable—"
With these words, Andersen, who had lost his Master, also disappeared in this space.
Volume 12 Death
Chapter 792: Chaotic streets, people who disregard life
Dark clouds covered the entire sky, and thick, cloudless air enveloped the area, without a single ray of sunlight shining through.
Chaotic, dirty, bloody, violent.
All the vulgar words can be used to describe this street which is so dilapidated that even the houses hardly exist.
This street is filled with evil and breeds evil. Countless shouting and sounds of 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, struggling to stay alive.
Good people will be ruthlessly slaughtered in this area, and only the most evil people can survive here.
This is the Saraki district in Rukongai 80, the northern Rukongai area with the worst security and the most unsightly place. No one has the reason to manage this place, and no one is willing to stay here.
"Ha! Hand over what you have 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 with sticks in their hands surrounded a little girl with disheveled hair who was lying on the side of the road.
The little girl's body was covered with wounds caused by blunt objects.
Perhaps he was beaten so hard that he had no strength left and could only curl up in a corner and allow the crowd to beat him.
The girl cried silently, and stretched out her trembling hands to the people passing by on the street, as if begging for someone to help her.
But in this street where law and order is almost non-existent, everyone is in danger and even can hardly protect themselves. Who will lend a helping hand?
No one paid any attention to her. People just glanced at her with disinterest, and some even walked away without even looking at her.
She guarded the things beneath her tightly, and was unwilling to let go even when her consciousness began to blur.
"I'm sorry, sister. I'll leave first..."
She cried silently in her heart, her eyes filled with despair for life, and she slowly closed her eyes.
However, what he felt was not the unbearable pain himself, but the doctor's cries of pain.
"Ugh—!"
"Who are you!?"
"Who asked you to mind your own business? Do you know who is behind us?!"
In just a few seconds, all the men surrounding the girl fell heavily to the ground.
A young man with white hair, wearing a red cloak, covering his head with his hands 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 immediately rushed towards the man's position.
Long sticks, swords, axes, and all kinds of weapons appeared in their hands.
It has been a long time since there has been such a young man on the street who is willing to stand up for others. How could they give up the opportunity to kill others like this?
Some passers-by who were still walking on the street, seeing the posture of those people, 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 of us! We’re going to die!”
The girl was moved as she looked at the boy who appeared in front of her and saved her. But in the current situation, everyone knew that if they didn't run, death would come.
She didn't want to see someone who stood up for others die in front of her.
She struggled, enduring the pain in her body, wanting the boy who saved her to escape, but she suddenly regretted why she called for help.
If he had not called for help or begged others for help, the boy would not have fallen into such a desperate situation.
It is enough for me to be the only one who dies.
"My head hurts--!"
The white-haired boy looked a little dazed. He did not respond to the girl behind him, but covered his head and muttered to himself.
It seems that he does not understand his current situation at all.
"It looks like there are some great toys to play with, but it's a pity he's such a fool!!"
"Should we cut off his arm first, or his thigh?"
"Hahaha! Why not chop off his head first and hang it on your waist!"
Cruel words came out of the mouths of these people on the street.
They were not soldiers and had never received formal training. They were dressed in tattered clothes, like refugees on the street, but their words were extremely vicious.
Their hands are soaked with the blood of countless innocent people. It is better to say that these people only know how to bully and abuse those who are weaker than them, and are unwilling to draw their swords against the strong.
"superior--!"
As someone in the crowd finished speaking, they all looked at the white-haired boy standing there with murderous eyes and rushed over with weapons in their hands.
"Run-!"
The girl behind the white-haired boy screamed heartbreakingly and closed her eyes tightly, unwilling to see what was about to happen.
Looking at the people rushing towards him with a cruel aura, the white-haired boy sighed for some reason, and then his eyes suddenly became cold.
"Trace on"
As he finished speaking, two guns, one black and one white, appeared in his hands.
The next moment————
"Oh!"
Amid the sound of air exploding, Emiya Shirou crushed the ground, his figure turned into a shadow, and rushed forward.
"You really should reflect on yourselves in hell!"
With this seemingly emotionless murmur, Emiya Shirou rushed forward, countless sword lights suddenly appeared around him in his hands.
“Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff—!”
Like a gust of wind carrying sharp blades, Emiya Shirou's ghostly figure rushed directly into the crowd, and his double blades turned into countless slashes, slaughtering the rushing crowd.
"No! No! Let me go! Let me go!"
"How is this possible? Is he the God of Death? How can he have such power?!"
"How could the Grim Reaper come to this street!?"
Screams began to echo among the crowd.
This was followed by scarlet blood splattering everywhere.
Emiya Shirou rushed into the crowd, staring and taking everyone in his sight. The two swords in his hands turned into countless sword lights, slashing in all directions and landing on those people.
“Puff! Puff! Puff!”
The sound of a sharp blade piercing through kept ringing.
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"
The screams from the crowd continued to echo.
This scene was like a meat grinder rushing into the crowd.
Some people started to flee, but were easily pierced through the heart by the bullets shot out.
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 Emiya Shirou's body, and fear instantly overwhelmed the mob.
The streets were dyed scarlet in an instant, and the ground instantly turned into a river of blood.
The already dilapidated streets suddenly turned into a bloody hell.
Under such circumstances, Shirou Emiya stood in front of the girl, his eyes filled with indifference for those people's lives.
