Emiya Shirou doesn't want to work overtime

If you can kill someone without batting an eye, would you still be yourself?

Can I still be a partner of justice?

It seems that because both sides' generals enjoy fighting on the battlefield, there was little reaction to the appearance of a killing god like Emiya on the battlefield.

Emiya also noticed the huge difference between the two generals, at least in the number of deaths they had inflicted on each other.

The one who used ice powers nearly killed tens of thousands of soldiers, while the other, who used swordsmanship, only killed a few thousand.

Given this disparity in casualties, it's likely that the other side will soon be defeated.

"Then we'll just put on armor and fool them."

Emiya didn't want his hands stained with blood, nor did he want to represent another faction and fight against other factions.

There is no justice in war, but the two sides in a war have their own...

If the side wearing armor has an extremely dark stance, such as a creature returned from hell with the goal of exterminating humanity, wouldn't Emiya's actions be aiding and abetting evil?

After the battle ended, Emiya could only be considered a villager fleeing for his life if he infiltrated the enemy camp. However, assisting the opposing faction in the killings carries a completely different meaning.

He doesn't know the objectives of either side in the conflict, and even though he's being targeted by both, Emiya doesn't dare to change into any faction's clothing.

He didn't want to become a demon in someone else's hands.

Even if it's just to survive.

Chapter 55 Esdeath

"kill----!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

As the first rays of morning sunlight appeared, the thunderous sound of drums resounded from both sides, and the vast armies clashed and tore at each other with extreme ferocity.

Hundreds of thousands of troops clashed, and the hundreds of people that Emiya killed were merely a negligible number among them.

Almost every moment, hundreds or thousands of people would die on the battlefield. The number of people that Emiya killed was not even noticed by the messengers on both sides.

He had considered disguising himself as a corpse, but it was pointless.

These troops were already fighting on piles of corpses; beneath their feet was no longer a field of white snow, but a road made up of the bodies of enemies or their own comrades.

If Emiya pretends to be a corpse, he will only be trampled to death.

However, this senseless killing, done solely for survival, did not last long.

An extremely cold aura emanated from behind Emiya.

She was a woman with long, light blue hair and an exceptionally good figure, holding a rapier, wearing a standard military uniform.

She suddenly pushed off the ground, and her whole body soared into the air, the air around her instantly freezing into ice spikes.

In almost the blink of an eye, the entire snowfield was shrouded in shadow.

The dense array of icicles completely blocked out the entire sky.

"Just kidding."

"How is that possible? How could anyone have such power?"

"What have we been resisting for so long, for?!"

Before the ice spikes could even fall from the sky, the hands of the warriors clad in animal skins, gripping their weapons, began to tremble.

"clang--!"

As the first weapon rang out, more and more people threw down their weapons and knelt down.

"They surrendered! They surrendered!"

"I'm sorry! Please don't kill me!"

On the battlefield in this area, the soldiers saw no hope of victory; their eyes were filled only with deep regret and despair.

They knew that even if they gave their lives, they could not harm the woman in front of them in the slightest.

But without any hesitation, she unleashed a barrage of ice spikes, denser than rain, that pierced the air with a deafening roar as they hurtled towards the crowd beneath her feet.

"prick----!"

Almost simultaneously, a furious roar erupted behind her. A man clad in light armor, gripping a longsword, sprang to his feet like a spring.

"Boom--!"

The next moment, with a thud that shook the very air, he transformed into a shooting star, tearing through space like a sun hurtling forward, carrying immense power as he burst forth.

“Crack, crack—!”

Wherever the golden meteor passed, the ground cracked inch by inch, and even the space itself seemed unable to bear the weight, producing a sharp, grinding hum, its power terrifying beyond measure.

In the blink of an eye, the longsword reached the woman's chest.

She seemed completely unfazed by the sudden attack, placing her finger in front of her lips.

"Hush!"

If it weren't for her extremely powerful combat abilities, anyone would be captivated by her pose.

"The real show is yet to come."

As she finished speaking, an extremely powerful killing intent erupted from her body, like a sudden chill in the air, soaring into the sky. Her body was instantly covered by blue light, illuminating the entire surrounding space.

An extremely transparent, ice-like cage appeared in front of her.

The man's hand was stuck in the gap of the cage, and the long sword in his hand was stopped at her chest, unable to move forward even an inch.

The person was completely locked inside this ice cage.

"Just watch your people die!"

As she spoke, a wicked smile crept up her lips.

"Ugh! No!"

"Run away! Run away!"

"Your Highness! No!"

Seeing the man captured alive, the soldiers seemed to have lost all faith.

Previously, they chose to surrender and eke out a living because of the pressure of death.

Because they believed that their prince would win the war and rescue them from captivity.

At this moment, apart from a few people, the vast majority of them just knelt on the ground, staring blankly as the ice spike fell from the sky and pierced their chests, without making any move to escape or resist.

Countless soldiers were easily pierced by these ice spikes.

Numasek watched this scene, his eyes bloodshot with rage. His sharp nails pierced the skin of his palms, and drops of blood trickled down, leaving a trail of crimson marks on the pristine snow. But he was powerless; after all, he too was now a prisoner, powerless to change his fate.

A sneak attack! This was the only way he could imagine that would give him a chance to kill the imperial general.

As a prince of a northern barbarian tribe, he was known for his undefeated record when armed and possessed terrifying strategic acumen. He was deeply trusted by his people and used his country's fortified cities as strongholds to intensify his aggression against the empire. His plans were highly feasible, but he overlooked one crucial point.

Although the Southern Empire was in decline, the forty-eight unique "Imperial Arms" developed by its founders provided the powerful military force that became the cornerstone supporting this decaying empire.

Those who possess Imperial Arms generally have the strength to form an army on their own.

Isolated and helpless, the northern barbarians, like the southern tribes, recklessly raised the banner of rebellion. Even with Numasek's command and a step-by-step strategy, they were unable to close the gap with any of the Imperial Arms users.

In the three days following the departure of the Imperial Arms users, over a hundred thousand soldiers died, all caused by these users. He was in a state of utter distress, yet unable to devise an effective strategy to deal with them.

There are some strategies to counter the Three Orcs, Numasek.

But the matter of that imperial general was not something that could be solved by sheer numbers.

If he were to send all his troops up there, it probably wouldn't be enough for her to kill them all.

So Numasekha disguised himself as a member of the Imperial Army, followed her closely, and arranged for his own advisors to maintain the illusion that he was still commanding from headquarters.

These days, this imperial general has been fighting his way from the east to the west, from the south to the north, and from day to night.

Even after both sides withdrew their troops, she charged into their camp alone and wreaked havoc.

Numasek suddenly rushed out to kill her, partly because after such a long battle, he had noticed the weariness of this vicious woman.

On the other hand, he could no longer tolerate his soldiers being killed in such a way, without any ability to resist.

These days he has been telling himself to be patient and look for an opportunity to deliver the fatal blow.

But with his own soldiers almost all being slaughtered, he simply couldn't stand by and do nothing.

However, it seemed that the imperial general already knew about Numasekha's plan.

Otherwise, it would have been impossible for him to react immediately to Numasek's sudden attack and look at him with contempt.

Numaseka stared with hatred at his enemy, Esdeath, the leader and strongest man in the empire during this war.

Seemingly sensing Numaseka's hateful gaze, Esdeath turned her head to look, but immediately looked away, as if Numaseka were just an inconspicuous pebble on the roadside.

Looking once again at the battlefield, which had become one-sided.

But she noticed something that slightly piqued her interest.

"Sword Breathing: Lightning Form - Lightning Flash!"

"clang----!"

"clang----!"

A boy with red hair, as red as a golden lightning bolt, appeared on the battlefield. He wielded his Nichirin Blade, constantly knocking down the ice spikes aimed at the soldiers.

"Come on!"

Emiya roared at the terrified soldiers behind him, then transformed into lightning once more, frantically traversing the battlefield.

"Is he also one of your northern barbarians?"

Esdeath's lips curved slightly upward.

Chapter 56 First Battle! Esdeath