Emiya Shirou doesn't want to work overtime

The sky seemed to be distorted and vibrating.

In the blink of an eye, the towering grass turned to dust amidst the relentless barrage of attacks.

"Hiss hiss hiss hiss hiss!"

Amidst the tearing sound of air, countless bloody steel spears violently pierced through everything, rising up like bolts of lightning and thunder, covering the sky and the earth.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

Amidst the howling wind, the iron stakes, surging with extreme terror, were tearing everything apart with frenzied abandon, like streaks of lightning, engulfing everything in front of them like a storm.

In the next instant, the steel spear and the iron stake collided countless times, producing a series of crisp striking sounds and surging shockwaves.

Intense sparks erupted between the two men, as countless steel spears and iron stakes clashed against each other with terrifying force.

"Clang, clang, clang, clang!"

Every time the steel gun collides with the iron stake, the ground shatters as if in an explosion.

A terrifying shockwave was unleashed.

A terrifying burst of flames was unleashed.

The raging flames continued to devour everything around them.

This is not Romanian territory. Neither Vlad III's dark gold spear nor Shirou Emiya's jet-black spear could instantly reach the opponent's feet.

All he could do was keep maneuvering the steel gun and iron stake around himself, piercing towards the opponent.

As the iron stakes and steel spears clashed repeatedly, Shirou Emiya unleashed a burst of intense crimson lightning from his entire body. He stomped the ground, gripping a jet-black spear in one hand and a crimson knight's sword in the other, and charged toward Vlad III.

"That's it, that's it!! That's it!!!!"

Vlad III's frenzied expression turned into extreme excitement at this moment, and he couldn't help but step forward, using all his strength to control the steel spear that was constantly attacking Emiya Shirou.

He saw it.

I saw myself in those iron stakes that kept flying out of the ground.

He saw himself as the one who turned the Turkish soldiers into a mountain of piercings, feared by everyone.

I saw myself, who sacrificed everything for my people and fought to the last moment before dying.

He saw a version of himself that hated vampires just as much as he did, yet was completely different.

That self accepted everything that belonged to it, whether it was a hero or a demon, except for vampires. That self silently accepted it all, and even at the moment of death, it was still thinking of its people.

Vlad III felt both sorrow and envy.

Tragically, he, like himself, was unjustly labeled a vampire monster.

What I admire is that he was able to die gloriously on the battlefield for his people with such a noble spirit.

And yet, in the end, he was unable to gain the understanding of others.

Betrayed by the very faith and love he held dear.

Betrayed by the people to whom he had given everything.

All that remained for him was anger and sighs. He was angry at his unjust death and sighed at people's greed.

Only the light of the Lord could restrain himself until now.

However, it's too dark here.

Armor made of iron, fingers bound by wooden pillars—no one could touch it.

I can't even feel warmth anymore.

He went mad.

"My other self, my other sublime self, accept the anger that belongs only to me!!!!!!!!!"

With these incredibly frenzied words, Vlad's heart pounded violently like a clock hanging from a rooftop, and his crimson magic surged once more.

His burning gaze, filled with intense fighting spirit, was fixed on Shirou Emiya, his heart overflowing with gratitude towards him.

He showed himself another side of himself and experienced what it feels like to be understood.

Emiya Shirou understands Vlad III, identifies with Vlad III, and respects Vlad III.

"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The collision suddenly became more intense, with storm-like shockwaves constantly erupting from the impact of steel against steel.

The intense flames erupted like a blast of fire, illuminating the entire space that had been shrouded in darkness in a fiery red.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Countless iron stakes were shattered into fragments by the thrust of steel spears, or exploded in the fierce collision.

In just a few seconds, the iron stakes that Shirou Emiya had created were suppressed and destroyed at an extremely fast speed.

Steel spears and iron stakes are not very different; both are manifestations of the legend of Vlad III. Apart from their appearance, they are almost identical.

Whether it's the method of penetration or the form of application.

However, even though the spear in Shirou Emiya's hand carries the legend of another Vlad III, he is not Vlad III.

Neither the power nor the number of iron stakes could compare to Vlad III himself.

Just like the Sword of Victory of Contract that Shirou Emiya possesses, the power he unleashes is naturally inferior to the power unleashed by King Arthur.

As for Shirou Emiya, who forged this jet-black spear, he surely understood that he could not possibly defeat Vlad III through such an attack method.

"Snap! Snap! Snap! Snap! Snap! Snap!"

Illuminated by the raging fires all around, and amidst the crimson lightning that Shirou Emiya unleashed, crisp footsteps echoed continuously.

Emiya Shirou sped toward the Piercing Mountain at a terrifying speed.

There was no panic in his eyes, only the calm of someone who had been through countless battles.

"Pierce through!!!!!!!!!"

At Vlad's command, countless steel spears rose from beneath Shirou Emiya, tearing through the air and piercing through him.

"Boom!"

A violent roar erupted instantly and swept outwards.

The muddy yellow soil was blasted apart.

The grayish-white rocks were crushed.

The pitch-black iron stake is penetrating.

Crimson lightning flashed.

A silver figure sped by.

"Bang bang bang bang bang—!"

Amidst a series of explosions, countless steel spears were aimed at the rapidly approaching Shirou Emiya and pierced through him.

The knight's sword, gleaming with a crimson light, was being wielded, and iron stakes clashed with steel spears.

The earth was frantically shattering, collapsing, and disintegrating, instantly becoming unrecognizable.

At this very moment—

"call----!"

Emiya Shirou, his entire body shimmering with crimson lightning, burst forth from the raging Piercing Mountain and appeared before Vlad III.

Vlad III, seeing this, did not back down. His face was filled with an extremely manic smile as he brandished his dark gold spear and thrust it fiercely at Shirou Emiya's heart.

"it's over----!"

In that instant, the crimson lightning that had been scattered around Shirou Emiya suddenly converged, and a deep, violent roar came from his mouth.

"Rebellion against my magnificent father (Clarent Blood Arthur)!!!!!!!!!"

Vlad III was both a warrior and a king.

At that moment, a deafening roar resounded through the sky.

Chapter 581 The Final Lament

"Well…!"

Under the blazing firelight, Vlad III, standing amidst countless iron stakes and steel spears, knelt on one knee.

His chest was pierced by that crimson beam of light that illuminated the sky.

Unlike Drake, he did not glow; his body gradually turned into particles, and the crimson wall did not appear immediately.

Even with his heart pierced and his chest penetrated, Vlad III still had the strength to continue fighting.

战斗续行

Grade: A

A rare endurance skill. It makes one less likely to die in battle; as long as one doesn't suffer a fatal wound, one can survive, and even when critically injured, one can still move and fight.

Even in such a life-threatening situation, Vlad III was still able to fight with all his might.

However, he did not attack Shirou Emiya, who was almost completely unprepared in front of him. Instead, he panted and knelt on the spot.

Lanlu-kun slowly emerged from the glow of the fire and came to stand behind Vlad III.

"I've lost—!"

Vlad III looked up and laughed heartily at Shirou Emiya, who was wearing silver armor.

He had no regrets; the battle with Shirou Emiya was the most exciting and thrilling battle he had ever experienced.

As a warrior, one must be willing to admit defeat. If you lose, you lose. He has no intention of dying together with someone who can understand him and the "monster".

At the very moment Vlad III conceded defeat, a crimson transparent wall appeared in front of Shirou Emiya, instantly separating the two groups.

The world over there also turned into an incredibly distressing crimson in an instant, and the world began to fall apart.

"It's truly a pity. The hero was right before our eyes, yet we couldn't pierce his head—"