Emiya Shirou doesn't want to work overtime

That was the commotion caused by Seleu rushing towards Emiya at an extremely fast speed.

"Justice Qin Guangqiu!!!"

A massive iron hammer appeared in front of Emiya without warning, its immense pressure causing Emiya's injured body to stagger backward.

A glint of silver light flashed in his hand.

"choke----!"

That was the sound of a blade flashing.

"boom----!"

The powerful force propelled Emiya, who was holding the reverse blade in front of him, backward, leaving two extremely deep chasms at his feet.

But Seleu's attack was not over yet!

"The Righteous Emperor Song's Blade!"

A blade of light suddenly flashed in front of Emiya, slicing towards his neck with terrifying speed.

Compared to [Flying Car], Seryu is clearly a more powerful evolved form, far surpassing [Flying Car] in speed, strength, and attack methods.

Emiya was seen flying backward with his head tilted back, a thin line of blood slowly seeping from his neck.

"Projection begins!"

Emiya forced back the sweet taste rising in his throat.

A giant pair of scissors appeared above Seryu's hand, which had transformed into a long sword, the instant Emiya retreated.

"Crack!"

With a sharp sound of scissors cutting, the long knife was easily severed by the scissors without any resistance.

This is the last bit of magic power in Emiya's body. At least for a short time, Emiya will be unable to use any magic, not even breathing techniques.

"Thump—thump—thump—thump—"

Suddenly, the ground began to tremble.

"Justice must never yield to evil!!!!!"

Seryu was now like a mechanical castle, with countless cannons appearing one after another on both sides of him, the pitch-black muzzles all aimed at Emiya in an instant.

"Go to hell!"

With such a roar, the dark cannon muzzle beside Seryu unleashed a devastating barrage at the location where Emiya had retreated.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

One explosion after another rang out on the mountaintop, the terrifying noise drawing the attention of the entire empire to the constantly exploding mountaintop.

From time to time, some failed modified bodies appear at the Fashion Doctor's base, and some of the modified weapons possess extremely powerful strength.

But he needs a large number of prisoners to help him complete his experiments.

Therefore, the Fashion Doctor's laboratory is located on a hill not far from the Empire, which allows him to conduct his experiments without affecting the Empire's internal operations, while also ensuring that he can quickly replenish his experimental materials at any time.

A violent gust of wind suddenly swept through the air amidst the countless explosions.

Countless sparks exploded in the forest, shattering even the air in the bombarded areas.

The relentless bombardment, in just a few seconds, completely leveled the area, except for the location where Seleu was.

But a dark figure appeared directly above Seleu.

Under the moonlight, the reverse blade in Emiya's hand gleamed with a dazzling silver light.

Then, he swung his knife.

"choke----!"

The sword light lit up.

"boom----!"

The powerful force struck Seleu directly in the neck.

A mouthful of blood spurted directly from Seleu's mouth.

"boom--!"

Then, Emiya also fell to the ground and rolled several times.

However, Seleu did not become dizzy from the impact.

The turrets beside her vanished instantly, transforming into Seryu's arms. She wore a furious expression, and a heavy thud resounded from beneath her feet.

As a pawn of the Fashion Doctor, without Seryu's knowledge, the Fashion Doctor also modified most of her body, just like the "Flying Car".

It wasn't just that she was given arms, so when Emiya struck her so hard, he only hit the mechanical part of Seryu's neck.

As the fashion expert's most prized creation, the physical strength of Seryu's body far surpasses that of the "flying car".

Seryu spat out a mouthful of blood and roared as she stared at Shirou Emiya directly in front of her.

"Justice! Execution!!!!!"

With a sudden stomp of his foot, he charged toward Emiya at an incredibly terrifying speed.

Emiya, gripping the reversed blade in his hand, charged straight at the enemy.

"Pfft——!"

Blood spilled out under the moonlight.

The reverse blade pierced Seryu's heart with extreme force, and even Emiya's hands pierced through Seryu's heart.

Emiya never expected that Seryu would charge straight at his katana without even dodging.

"Ha! Ha! Hahahaha!"

Seria, whose heart had been pierced, seemed completely unconcerned. She threw her head back and laughed wildly, as if having her heart pierced by Emiya was her purpose.

"Evil will surely be destroyed by justice—the Five Rotary Furnaces!!!!"

An extremely sharp sense of crisis rushed to Emiya's head, and his strong survival instinct made him want to pull his hand away.

But Seryu's hands had already firmly clamped down on Emiya's right hand, leaving him with absolutely no way to move.

"You will die here! Become Little Bi's mortal companion!!!!!"

A terrifying heat gathered in Seleu's abdomen.

"boom----------!"

A mushroom cloud, visible throughout the entire empire, exploded from that mountaintop.

The mountain peak vanished in an instant, leaving behind only a vast, deep crater.

Chapter Ninety-Five: The Most Dangerous Situation

"Is this the base for the Night Raid?"

Esdeath stood on the edge of the cliff, looking at the buildings hidden deep in the forest in the distance, her smile widening. She hadn't expected that she would be able to directly confront the Night Raid team so soon.

"Such an extremely keen intuition, fashion."

Esdeath looked at Dr. Fashion, who was standing beside her, with great admiration. To prevent their escape, Fashion was having the [Infantry] surround the entire Night Raid base.

As for why not launch an attack, with the Empire's strongest warrior, Esdeath, present, there's no need for him to add anything unnecessary.

"Thank you for your praise, Lady Esdeath."

Fashion bowed to Esdeath with impeccable style, expressing her gratitude for Esdeath's praise.

"Of everyone present, only he thought of leaving immediately; he must have gone to warn others."

Who are the people who come to the arena? Nobles, prisoners, wanted criminals. No one will miss Esdeath's battle and everyone wants to witness the empire's strongest power.

Why would you even think about leaving?

"Furthermore, the people who appeared during the night raid made my judgment even more accurate!"

Even before the night raid, he had sent his eyes and nose to track Tatsumi and roughly pinpoint his location, but he did not explore further to avoid being exposed.

This time, Dr. Fashion did not recklessly provoke the entire Night Raid crew, but instead carefully told Esdeath about it.

The most important reason for this was Shirou Emiya, who was fighting Esdeath.

"How's the research on Shirou Emiya's special abilities going?"

"His body seems to have different meridians that carry energy than ours, allowing him to use abilities that are almost comparable to the Imperial Arms."

The two stood on the edge of the cliff talking, while Esdeath kicked Emiya in the stomach with all her might several times within the frozen space-time.

At the moment the skill ended, the combined power caused Emiya to plummet to the ground like a meteor, destroying all his armor and leaving him unconscious.

Esdeath would not hold back against Emiya this time, but the fashion expert stopped her.

"Lady Esdeath, aren't you curious why he possesses a Teigu that resembles a one-time use [Demon Possession]?"

"If this ability of his were analyzed, the Empire might have an endless supply of Imperial Arms."

This reasoning convinced Esdeath, who was also very curious about Shirou Emiya's ability to draw his weapon at any time.

As for why it's so certain that it was created by Emiya, rather than the fact that Night Raid had tools for making counterfeits inside, that's the reason.

Fashion clearly saw that all of Emiya's weapons appeared abruptly in his hands.

There was nowhere on him to hide a weapon.

"What I need is results."

Esdeath's voice grew heavy.

She wasn't a researcher and wouldn't understand the technical terms used by the fashion PhD; she only looked at what fashion had derived from it.

You know, fashion has snatched its prey away from its own mouth.

"Lady Esdeath, please try this paper."