Emiya Shirou doesn't want to work overtime

With astonishing speed, Ichigo Kurosaki finally charged towards Shirou Emiya.

Beside Shirou Emiya, Yoruichi Shihouin, known as "Flash God Yoruichi," had Raijin horns on her head, a ring on her back formed by six taiko-shaped magatama (drums) that were unique to Raijin, and her entire body was crackling with lightning.

The surrounding spiritual pressure even emitted a tangible sound.

But even in this situation, Yoruichi Shihouin, who exudes such immense power, is kneeling on the ground, her eyes fixed on Shirou Emiya, filled with unyielding determination.

"Pfft—! Pfft—! Pfft—! Pfft—!"

My body felt as if it were being crushed by something incredibly heavy, with blood constantly gushing out and bones beginning to shatter.

It was clear that the ground beneath Yoruichi Shihouin's feet was shattered beyond recognition, and the surrounding space felt incredibly heavy.

Under the immense gravity that could crush a body, Yoruichi Shihouin was unable to unleash that terrifying speed that seemed to traverse space.

Completely pinned to the spot, unable to move, he could only watch helplessly as his body was crushed to pieces under such terrifying gravity.

"Bankai - The Final Chapter: Bloodstained Throat by the Itokiri Sword"

A deep, reassuring, mature male voice came from behind Shirou Emiya.

"choke----!"

A piercing, whistling sound, like a blade tearing through space, resounded throughout.

Immediately————

"clang----!"

A bell-like clanging sound suddenly rang out in the air.

Kyoraku Shunsui had appeared in front of Emiya Shirou from behind him at some point, a slight smile on his lips.

The next instant —

"Sizzle—!!!!!"

A violent friction sound suddenly erupted in the air, and countless fine threads, invisible to the naked eye, wrapped around Shirou Emiya's neck—

No, the threads weren't around the neck, but were blocked by the two knight's swords. The threads spun wildly on the swords, but couldn't cause any damage.

Because at this moment, the two knightly swords that Shirou Emiya holds in his hands are named—the indestructible ultimate sword, Durandal.

At this moment, Kyoraku Shunsui, who had already sensed that the silk threads had not wrapped around the other party's neck, couldn't help but change his expression. He hadn't expected that the two weapons could withstand the rapid friction of those silk threads.

"puff----!"

With a sound as if the air had been pierced, before Kyoraku Shunsui could react, one spear after another shot out from under his feet.

The next instant—

“Puff——!”

With a tearing sound, Kyoraku Shunsui's chest was pierced without hesitation, and blood splattered into the sky.

But at this moment, Ichigo Kurosaki's Zanpakuto was already close to Shirou Emiya's heart.

With just a little force, it can be pierced.

Shirou Emiya, who was resisting the threads, was completely unable to react.

Chapter 834 It's time to wake up, partner of justice!

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Chapter 835 Various Parties in Momentum

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Chapter 836 The Unlucky Female Warrior

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Chapter 837 I can wear you down to death

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Chapter 838 Only One Strike

"Aa ...

It was a heart-wrenching scream that pierced the soul.

The mournful cries echoed throughout the entire forest.

"Sister! Sister! Sister! Sister!!!!!"

That was the scream of someone who had lost their beloved and could only watch helplessly as the other person disappeared before their eyes.

However, their hands have also harmed countless ordinary families.

Those families are torn apart, forced to endure endless suffering that they should never have to bear.

Seemingly because the girl in the black kimono was too emotional, the female samurai's vision returned at that moment.

The entire land was still shrouded in darkness, and the once fierce and menacing forest was now bathed in a deathly light, appearing so listless and powerless.

Only a faint moonlight pierced through the curtain of darkness, illuminating the scene around her.

The stench of blood constantly assaulted her nostrils, and the ground beneath her feet was already stained with blood.

Not far ahead, the body of a girl in a scarlet kimono was pinned to a tree trunk by several blades.

Blood splattered everywhere, and the girl's head fell to the ground, rolling lifelessly.

The girl in the black kimono also had various swords stuck in her body. She seemed to react at the last moment and dodged to the side, preventing the oncoming swords from cutting her neck.

She knelt on the ground, tears streaming down her face, watching her sister gradually turn into dust and drift into the air. Her eyes were filled with rage, and she clenched her teeth so hard they were practically crushed.

"Will I die if I cut off my head with this knife?"

The cold words reached the ears of the girl kneeling on the ground, tears streaming down her face.

"Crack——!"

The sound of trees being cut echoed through the dark forest.

The female warrior had stood up at some point, holding a samurai sword with a fiery red blade in her hand.

She looked intently at the girl, her eyes devoid of any pity.

At that moment, the threat of death instantly overwhelmed the girl's entire body.

"!!!!!!"

She seemed to realize that what the female warrior was holding in her hand was the very thing that could kill her—the Nichirin Blade.

My vision went completely black again, and even my senses became somewhat dulled.

But it was all too late.

"call out!"

With a sharp whooshing sound, the female warrior stomped on the ground, her figure becoming ghostly, appearing in front of the girl in less than a breath.

"Varied--!"

At that moment, the girl's eyes suddenly narrowed, and half of her body had already merged into the darkness.

If she could only block the other party's vision, she wouldn't have been given the title of Lower Moon Two.

Her Blood Demon Art involves manipulating darkness, reducing light, obscuring vision, diminishing senses, amplifying inner fear, and merging into darkness; it can also be described as a form of aura concealment in dark environments.

It's almost as if her ability was completely tailor-made for assassins; even a Pillar-level being could be killed by her in a single blow if they weren't careful.

After all, human life is so fragile.

However, her own power as a demon was not that strong, and the fact that her power was greater than that of humans caused her to lose herself.

Arrogant, conceited, and contemptuous of humanity, he didn't even use his full strength when fighting the female warrior, always fighting with the attitude of toying with his prey.

In that instant, she felt a pang of regret, regretting why she hadn't killed the other party from the beginning, and regretting why she had treated someone who posed a threat to her with such a toying attitude.

But it's too late to say anything now. He wanted to toy with his prey without using his full strength, but now that he wants to unleash his full power, he no longer has the chance.

The next second, a blade flashed silently, slicing towards the girl's neck.

That was an incredibly skillful strike.

All that could be seen was a burst of crimson moonlight that shot up in the air and then drew a graceful arc across the girl's neck.

“Puff!”

With a clear, resounding slash, blood gushed out like a fountain from the cut, splashing onto the ground.

"Well--!"

The girl could only utter a bitter sound as she watched helplessly as her body, half-dissolved into darkness, collapsed to the ground.

Immediately, his wide-open pupils turned into powder, as if he had died with his eyes wide open, and scattered in the air.

"call--!"

Looking around at the now bright environment, the female warrior collapsed onto the ground without any grace, panting heavily as exhaustion overwhelmed her.

Don't be fooled by the fact that killing that demon was a quick affair; she had actually been fighting on this land for over half an hour.

The intense fighting, the constant tension, and the fact that she hadn't eaten for almost a day left her with insufficient stamina to continue such a high-intensity battle.

If it weren't for someone coming to her aid, she probably would have been worn down and killed here.

I've never seen such an evil spirit that can resurrect indefinitely before. It's even said that the undead has a core inside, and if that core is destroyed, the undead will die.

"I really have to thank that mysterious person for their help!"

Looking at the crimson moon hanging in the sky, the female warrior let out a carefree laugh.