Emiya Shirou doesn't want to work overtime

A blue-haired man, who even Esdeath found slightly threatening, fell from the sky.

Just as Esdeath thought he wanted to fight alongside her, the man instantly teleported away, taking all the Night Raid members with him and disappearing without a trace.

Esdeath even forgot to use "Mokopatemo" to leave it behind.

However, even if she used it, there might be no way to keep it. By the time she realized the other party's purpose, the man had already leaped into the air, and even if she froze time, she couldn't catch up.

"boom--!"

Accompanied by the fierce bombing, an extremely powerful burst of fire erupted at the night raid base, completely engulfing Esdeath, who was standing to the side.

The entire forest was instantly engulfed in flames.

From the moment the Night Raid Base was built, Najenda buried a large amount of explosives underneath, so that if the base were ever discovered, she could deliver a powerful blow to the enemy.

Najenda sighed; such an explosion might not have much of an impact on Esdeath.

Chapter Ninety-Eight: The Fourth Battle! Esdeath

"Looks like I can't keep you imprisoned after all!"

A completely unfamiliar voice appeared behind Emiya.

A man in a white coat slowly walked over and looked at Emiya standing below.

"who are you?"

Emiya gripped the reverse blade tightly in his left hand, staring intently at the fashion expert.

For some reason, he felt a very familiar aura about the fashion expert.

It was as if he were another version of himself.

"Dr. Fashion, you can just call me Fashion, anyway we won't have much time to talk."

Fashion looked behind Shirou Emiya and saw Esdeath holding a rapier, walking towards him step by step with an overwhelming sense of pressure.

She seemed unconcerned whether Emiya would escape.

"You look like you're badly injured. You must have paid a heavy price to leave that base."

Fashion doesn't care at all about the state of its laboratory, whether it was destroyed by Emiya, or what about the troops it left behind.

Anyway, there are plenty of prisoners, and he can always create a more perfect modified body.

"Are you the owner of that prison?"

Emiya pointed his sword at the fashionable doctor standing atop the rock.

"Yes, in the end you should thank me. If it weren't for me, Lady Esdeath would have cut off your head long ago, and you would have become her collection."

Fashion completely disregarded Emiya's threat, even crouching down and sitting on the edge of the rock, without the slightest defensive posture.

"It was you who conducted such a cruel and inhumane experiment!"

Emiya recalled everything he had seen in that prison: those people locked in iron cages, groaning in agony; those who had lost their bodies and were left with only their heads, barely surviving and enduring such suffering.

Emiya couldn't imagine how painful that must have been; all he could do was cut down with one stroke, ending their suffering sooner rather than later.

Thinking of this, Emiya's heart was filled with anger once again, and his killing intent surged uncontrollably towards the fashion.

"Are you angry at those I've modified? They're prisoners of the Empire, they broke the Empire's laws, and they deserve this punishment. Besides, you shouldn't be concerned with how to kill me right now."

"But how to survive under Lady Esdeath's sword."

As soon as the fashion expert finished speaking, Emiya felt an extremely fierce hurricane suddenly rushing towards his back.

"clang--!"

The one-armed Emiya endured the extreme pain in his body and turned around.

The incredibly sharp rapier sliced ​​a small gash into the samurai sword in Emiya's hand, embedding itself inside.

The immense power caused Emiya's left hand to ache uncontrollably.

But Esdeath's attack was not over yet. Her left leg whipped up a gust of wind, carrying an extremely cold aura as she kicked Shirou Emiya in the abdomen.

"boom--!"

The powerful force sent Emiya flying, crashing into the scorching trees behind him.

All that could be heard was a sizzling sound as Emiya's back was scorched by the terrifying heat of burning trees.

"cough--!"

Emiya coughed up the blood from his mouth, and with great difficulty, he stood up, supporting himself with one hand on the ground.

With his only remaining left arm, he gripped the reverse-bladed katana and aimed it at Esdeath.

Even under these circumstances, Emiya has no intention of giving up.

"I really didn't expect you to be able to escape."

Esdeath knew perfectly well what Dr. Fashion had done to Emiya; that amount of anesthetic would have kept him unconscious for a week, even if it was used to create a Dangerous Type Imperial Arm.

But the fact that Emiya recovered from such a dose of anesthetic in just a few days was quite a shock to Esdeath.

She didn't dare to boast that she could withstand such anesthesia; most people would have been anesthetized to death.

This is a drug specifically designed to deal with dangerous species.

Emiya Shirou was now extremely weak, and even the hand holding the sword was trembling.

The violent impact had torn open almost all of Emiya's wounds, and the intense pain made it impossible for him to concentrate on thinking.

In addition to the massive blood loss, the extreme mental strain of using the [Romantic Turret] left Emiya in a state of blissful oblivion, somewhat dazed and confused.

"However, since you've come out to your death, I won't hold back."

Esdeath twirled her rapier in the air, then slammed her feet into the ground, sending her hurtling through the air like a cannonball as she hurtled toward Emiya at an incredible speed.

Almost at the same time, an extremely cold blade of light appeared in front of Esdeath.

It tore through the air and hurtled towards her neck.

Esdeath never expected that even after suffering such terrible injuries, this man would still possess such fighting power.

She suddenly held the rapier to her side.

"choke!"

Only then did Emiya's figure slowly emerge.

His left hand held a silver katana that gleamed in the moonlight, pressing down on the rapier in Esdeath's hand.

With a flash, he appeared behind Esdeath in an instant, his expression subtly changing, and suddenly lunged forward.

"Qiang!"

A crisp, clear sound rang out.

That was the sound of Emiya's weapon being blocked the moment it was about to strike.

"Qiang!"

The second sound of impact quickly followed.

That was the sound of Esdeath deflecting Emiya's slash at her and then swiftly thrusting towards his abdomen, only to have it blocked by Emiya instead.

Emiya Shirou was overwhelmed by a mountain of pain, but he had to grit his teeth and persevere.

A series of very regular breaths came from his mouth.

Emiya's bright red hair began to turn gray as they fought.

This is a sign that Emiya's life force is being overdrawn, even in such pain.

Emiya and Esdeath faced off amidst the raging flames. His gaze was incredibly resolute as he stared intently at her from mid-air, showing no sign of backing down.

What an indomitable will!

Esdeath expressed her heartfelt admiration for Shirou Emiya.

Never before has anyone fought so frantically, even when they were bleeding to death and their limbs were about to break.

This is something that [Flying Car] cannot match. [Flying Car]'s body has been modified in every way, so even if his limbs were cut off, he would only feel a little pain.

Instead of being surrounded by endless pain like Emiya.

There was even some pain that Esdeath couldn't feel, which deeply suppressed Emiya.

The feeling of having one's life force directly drained is indescribable. Emiya could only feel his consciousness being forcibly stripped away, his neck being tightly gripped by an invisible hand, and he could only breathe with difficulty.

But Emiya had no choice; now, he had to fight Esdeath to the death here!

Chapter 100 Awakening

"So tired!"

Unable to move or speak, Shirou Emiya was overwhelmed by deep exhaustion.

"sleepy!"

The emptiness in his spirit and the damage to his soul prevented him from even retaining his thoughts of others until the very last moment.

"It's so dark!"

It was as if the entire world had been swallowed up; there was no sound, no light, and all that could be seen before Shirou's eyes was darkness.

"It felt like I had sunk to the bottom of the water."

Even breathing began to be gradually suppressed.

"Is this death?"

Just as vibrant flowers wither one by one in the darkness, Emiya felt himself lying on a swamp, his body being swallowed and sank by it.

His last vestiges of consciousness began to dissipate, and Shirou Emiya no longer wanted to think about it.

All he wanted was to get a good night's sleep.