Another fierce shout came from Emiya's side. In an instant, a head flew up in front of Emiya, and horrible blood gushed out from the warrior's neck like a fountain. The man who was originally slashing at Emiya had his head chopped off before Emiya could even respond. It was an extremely standard machete, with even some blood dripping from it, making it look extremely strange. "call--!" Before Emiya could react from his daze, the scarlet machete, carrying a cold wind, was swung towards Emiya. "clang--!" At the critical moment, a seemingly ordinary Nichirin sword appeared at Emiya's neck. "kill----!" With an extremely ferocious momentum, the young man in animal skins once again swung the machete in his hand and chopped towards Emiya's head.

The fierce machete cut deeply into the snow. Emiya rolled quickly 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 sound of piercing flesh came again from in front of Emiya. The young man who wanted to kill Emiya was stabbed in the head by another warrior with a long sword and died on the spot. The man also turned around and saw Emiya standing up from the ground. "kill----!" The man shouted fiercely and rushed towards Emiya with the sword in his hand. Still in a trance, Emiya had no choice but to pick up the Nichirin Sword in his hand and prepare to fight. but---- "puff--!" The sound that pierced the flesh came from in front of Emiya again. An extremely rough wooden arrow pierced straight into his brain. Before he could run to Emiya's side, he fell to the ground. The continuous deaths of humans brought a great shock to Emiya. It 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 before his eyes made Emiya feel extremely confused, as well as his own insignificance and powerlessness. Only then did Emiya think of looking around. "kill----!" "Pfft, pfft!"

The roars, the sounds of flesh being cut, the sounds of blood spurting, seemed to sound like an extremely strange symphony, ringing in Emiya's ears. Emiya could clearly see that there were two groups of people fighting, one group wearing heavy animal skins, and the other group wearing light armor. They seemed to be dancing in blood, and the sounds coming one after another echoed around Emiya. "kill----!" A fierce shout came from behind Emiya, and a warrior in iron armor rushed towards Emiya, and chopped at Emiya's head with a silver sword without any skill. But his body's reaction was faster than Emiya's thoughts, and it was too late for Emiya to retract his strength. "Pfft——!" All that could be heard was the sound of blood collapsing, and the young man fell into Emiya's hands. The technique that was originally developed to prevent ghosts from launching sneak attacks on him ended up easily taking a person's life. "BASHAR!!!!!!" As if he had witnessed the death of his companion, the eyes of another young man next to him turned bloodshot and he rushed towards Emiya in anger. But at this moment, Emiya was completely stunned. He couldn't imagine that he had killed someone with his own hands. "Pfft——!" For these ordinary people, the gap between Emiya and them is like that between adults and children. Even some unintentional actions can cause devastating disasters. Emiya hated the reaction ability he had trained in that forest, but on the battlefield, he didn't have the time to think too much. If such a strangely dressed man appeared in the middle of the battlefield, no matter which side it was, they would attack him. Would anyone be sent to protect a civilian who accidentally entered the battlefield when two sides were fighting? On the battlefield, it's either you die or I die, there is no room for any conversation. Just endless fighting! "Oh!" Amidst the roar, huge rocks fell from the sky and crashed to the ground, causing a strong gust of wind that blew away the soil and rocks and swept them in all directions. But it wasn't the only place hit by rocks. Emiya looked up at the sky, and saw dense black spots like rain. "Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!" Countless rocks fell from the sky, and everyone around Emiya, whether they were wearing thick animal skins or light iron armor, fell down in this horrific rain. Blood splattered like a swatted mosquito the moment the stones hit them, and their limbs flew in all directions. However, what surprised Emiya even more than such a terrifying attack was that the two warring parties showed no intention of dodging at all. The man in animal skins just used the machete in his hand to chop off the head of the man in front of him, but the swift stone smashed him into pieces. The warrior holding the samurai sword rushed straight towards the man in animal skins who was fighting with others without fear of life or death. Before his support arrived, he became a part of the entire battlefield.

Countless soldiers seemed unable to shout at the corpses piled up around Emiya and rushed towards him. The layer upon layer of blood on the body emitted an extremely heavy smell of blood that constantly stimulated Emiya's taste buds. There was no way Emiya could think effectively anymore. When people are killed, they die. Emiya would not give up living just so that the person in front of him could kill him. Even if Emiya wanted to stop such a meaningless battle, there was no way. This is not a fight to the death that can be stopped by individual strength. With Emiya's current strength, he has no ability to stop such a war except to get more blood on his hands. Blood was flying everywhere, limbs were floating, and the white snow turned scarlet in an instant. Even the slowly falling snowflakes were imbued with a chilling aura, becoming extremely bone-chilling. But even such biting 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 streaming from the corners of his eyes. “Can I be happy?” A middle-aged man who looked a little older and had been stabbed in the abdomen by Emiya covered his abdomen which was bleeding continuously and looked up at the extremely scarlet sun in the sky with a pious attitude. "You! Die a miserable death!!!" A strong man who was beheaded instantly by Emiya, his bloody head fell on the snow and kept rolling, an extremely angry and resentful expression stared at him in the end. In the ongoing fight, Emiya's hand holding the Nichirin Sword began to tremble! Is this a partner of justice? Chapter 54 The Eve of the Second Battle Night fell once again. At night here, there are no ghosts who treat humans as worthless, no bustling streets, only the bright moon with endless blood hanging in the sky. After fighting throughout the day, the two sides seemed to have reached an agreement and both sides withdrew their troops. Night was 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 Emiya's feet, there were corpses piled up like a mountain, and Emiya was holding a half-broken Nichirin Sword in his hand and inserting it into a corpse beside him, half-kneeling to support his body. There were several swords stuck in front and behind him, but even so, Emiya still kept his eyes open. The entire pair of eyes were completely stained red with blood. But he did not die, Emiya could still feel the vitality bursting out of himself.

I saw Emiya slowly stand up, and the Sun Blade in his hand slowly dissipated in the air with the cold wind blowing over. "Why, I'm not dead yet!" Emiya looked at the corpses around him that had died in extremely tragic ways. He violently grabbed a weapon that was inserted into his chest and pulled it out without any hesitation. "Ugh—!" The intense pain of tearing muscles made Emiya unable to 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. When fighting, you can endure the severe pain in your body and fight the enemy, but there is no need to do so when healing yourself. It has no other meaning except to make yourself more uncomfortable. But even such severe pain could not relieve the suffering in Shirou's heart. In just one day, he went from being 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 at Emiya's hands had beloved wives and children, and close friends. Many of them might have had lofty ideals, and some might even have golden ideals like Emiya. But at this moment, they were all killed 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. Shirou dealt with them just like an adult dealing with children, but what if there were hundreds or thousands of children holding knives and rushing towards this adult without fear of death? Even Emiya, who is highly skilled in martial arts, could not withstand all the attacks under such circumstances. What's more, he didn't use any breathing techniques. The entire battle was completed by relying on the autonomous movements of his body. The breathing method was developed to fight against demons, and it was not intended for fighting between humans. But when faced with extreme danger, Emiya's body reacts even faster than his mind. This reaction becomes particularly sensitive after treatment. Originally when they were in the forest, Emiya's reaction was just that if someone attacked him by surprise, he would be able to react and fight back. But now someone attacked him, and his body counterattacked before he could react. These are two completely different situations. And Shirou also felt that the effect of the item in his body seemed to be different from before. The wounds on his body did not heal directly, but some golden lacquer-like substance overflowed and covered the wounds. As time passed, the wounds gradually healed and the golden paint gradually disappeared. This was completely different from the way his injuries had recovered when he woke up. However, Shirou didn't have much time to think about these things. His mind was very confused at this moment.

Whether it was towards that ball of light, towards himself, or towards the people he had killed. This is a war. No matter how many people are killed in the war, it is a very normal thing. What's more, 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 things, nor would he enlighten his mind because of them. He only knew that he had killed people. He originally lived for the sake of those dead, but now his hands were stained with the lives of even more people.