Please play Fate/Go with me.

The boy experienced the cruelty of the world, saved others and was saved by others. In order to prevent people from being killed, he had to kill some people, but he could not save those suffering beings.

In the end, the young man pinned his hopes on his only skill, forging, and forging relentlessly, hoping that one day he could create a divine weapon that could save all living beings.

When the blacksmith has a thorough understanding of the advantages, disadvantages, and usage methods of all weapons, and is able to forge the best weapons in the world, he himself will gradually become a martial arts master who is proficient in all weapons.

But that wasn't enough; he still couldn't find the knife he envisioned.

People age, even the strongest body will decay, and the soul cannot withstand the corruption of time and become ugly, while evil is like weeds that cannot be burned out and continues to grow wildly.

Through his Mystic Eyes, Shirou saw the lonely figure of that boy, who, over countless years, transformed into a promising young man and then into a venerable elder, relentlessly hammering and forging steel day and night, not only forging steel but also strengthening his heart.

When ideals and reality develop in completely opposite directions...

What should I do?

Swinging the hammer, he forged the belief in saving the world into his iron bones;

What should I do?

Step on the bellows, and blow the thoughts of redemption into the furnace;

What should I do?

Tempering and refining, tempering one's entire life into the blade;

This blade was forged only for the common people;

The Demon Eye witnessed the life of this being, incorporating all his experiences and beliefs into his Spirit Origin. The red-haired heroic spirit stood here, his resolute gaze fixed on the black-clad man.

"Devour him!" Perseus flicked the reins, and the monsters howled as they pounced on the boy.

Shirou held a sword in one hand and projected a huge axe-sword in the other. Although it was called an axe-sword, it was more like a weapon-shaped hard rock. He spun around and used his unreasonable strength to sweep away the monster that pounced on him.

Extremely fast and fierce, brutal and invincible, this is the secret technique that the great hero Hercules summarized from countless battles: Nine Lives Blade Works. It can bring out the maximum power of the weapon and show various forms depending on the situation, from targeting people to targeting armies, and even being able to besiege cities.

While projecting the Noble Phantasm, the boy also copied the Heroic Spirit's skills, experience, and superhuman strength, making monster hordes of this level no problem at all.

Shirou looked at the man in black and asked with a smile, "I heard you have a lot of Noble Phantasms. I'm quite good at that too."

"Die!" Perseus, his eyes bloodshot and seemingly insane, raised his scythe-like sword and slashed down.

"You soul that has lost its true self, let me guide you to the afterlife." Shirou swung his axe sword again, as if it possessed immense power, creating a gust of wind as he slashed out, making a whooshing sound.

Chapter 52 The Craftsman's Fighting Style

Having forged countless precious swords and weapons, he can see through the essence and advantages of a weapon with just one glance, and know the best way to wield it.

The shortcomings and limitations of natural weapons are also very clear: while pursuing sharpness, they must be strong and hard enough not to be too brittle, and flexible enough not to bend.

The demonic sword HARPE in Perseus's hands is a strange weapon similar to an eagle's claw. It has a longsword-like body, but it is only one-edged, and the tip of the sword is curved like a scythe.

With the blacksmith's life experience, Shirou instantly understood how to use the weapon. The length of the blade, the sharpness of the edge, the weak point—everything was clearly analyzed under the Demon Eye.

The massive axe-sword was swung out like a heavy hammer striking iron, each strike aimed at the sword's weakest point at the most tricky angle, displaying an aura as if it wanted to destroy the opponent's Noble Phantasm.

With his understanding of weapons and an absolute advantage in strength and martial arts, Shirou's every swing of the axe-sword knocked the scythe's blade away and sent the charging monsters flying. Despite being surrounded, he still managed to force the black-clad man into a retreat.

The black mud was constantly repairing his body, but his palms had become numb from the impact of the immense force. Despite the fact that the demonic sword had wounds that could not be healed, it could not harm the opponent in the slightest.

The enormous axe-sword now resembled a divinely crafted hammer radiating intense heat. Even a divinely bestowed sword would have its sharp edge chipped or broken off and its blade snapped if this continued.

Perseus struggled to parry the immense force of the axe and sword.

Suddenly, Shirou turned around and thrust out with his right hand holding the sword. The scabbard pierced Perseus's abdomen. The force of the instantaneous burst sent Perseus flying backward, crashing to the ground and rolling several times before finally stopping and spitting out black blood.

"Ah, sorry. It's just that divinely bestowed treasures from the Age of Gods are so rare that I became a little interested and studied their construction. Maybe it's the work of the god of blacksmithing." Shirou looked at the sword in the hand of the fallen Black Mud Heroic Spirit and lowered his right hand, which was holding a samurai sword.

The fighting boy had never used his right hand before, but now that he'd seen enough, he decided to find out everything.

Shirou raised his axe-sword high with his left arm, which was covered by a red gauntlet.

"Damn it! Damn it! Bite him!" Perseus roared angrily, and the monsters, their eyes bloodshot, pounced on the boy.

Boom! The massive axe once again swept away the charging monster, then cleaved down, striking Perseus on the head.

"Emiya! Don't think it'll end so easily!" Finally snapping out of his rage in the moment of crisis, the black-clad man raised the reins of the Knight of the Hero, summoning the black pegasus. Perseus, his eyes glowing red, used this Noble Phantasm.

Pegasus flapped its wings, emitting a black light, and its attack and defense were greatly enhanced. It directly smashed through the descending axe blade, and the black Pegasus, carrying Perseus, soared into the sky. This hero, who was not known for his martial arts skills, truly displayed his true strength this time.

A black comet descended from the sky, transforming into a pillar of light exuding destructive energy. As if piercing the earth, it plunged straight down towards the boy on the ground.

Shirou looked at the sky, casually put the axe and sword into the barrier, and calmly raised his left arm, which was wrapped in red cloth. A strong pinkish-purple light emanated from his palm, which turned into seven dazzling colored lights, like seven enlarged cherry blossom petals, blocking in front of him.

—Rho Aias, the Seven-Layered Heavenly Ring

This is a conceptual artifact created from a bronze shield covered with seven layers of cowhide, which was used by Ajax, Achilles' cousin and hero, to block Hector's fatal javelin attack during the Trojan War. Each petal of the shield is as defensive as an ancient city wall.

When the black comet crashed into the petal-shaped light shield, the impact of the black light shattered the petals one by one, and the power of the impact weakened accordingly. Finally, when only two petals remained, the two petals were locked in a stalemate.

"How is it? Is there no way out? Hateful undead." Shirou asked with a light laugh, continuously channeling maximum magical power into the Sevenfold Ring of Heavenly Cover. In the void, the Holy Grail in his Spirit Origin was providing him with a constant supply of magical power.

Perseus, riding his black winged horse, turned around and roared as he saw that he could not break through the sturdy shield.

"Surround them! Gorgons!"

"It's not over yet!" Perseus roared, immediately spurring Pegasus and changing the direction of his charge. The black Pegasus bent its knees, raising a shield of light that propelled Shirou into the air, carrying him with it.

"What!" Shirou felt himself being pushed straight into the sky. Indeed, the opponent's power was no longer enough to break through the defenses of two thick city walls, but he still flew into the air while being pushed against the two city walls.

Regardless of whether the other party's mind has been corrupted and their personality and heart have become twisted, they were once a hero who was active in the Age of Gods and was known for their flexibility and use of various Noble Phantasms.

The next moment, a sharp, piercing roar erupted from the nest, like an angry curse or a mournful wail.

“Roar!”

"Hooray!"

Thousands of surging beasts rushed up and surrounded the girls, instantly separating them from the boy.

"Shirou-senpai!" Only Matthew, who was holding the shield, was knocked out to the outer perimeter.

"Mash! Go help Shirou! We'll take care of this." Yukinoshita, who had summoned Atalanta through possession, said, raising her bow and drawing it wide to shoot straight through the monster's head.

“Yes, we caught up immediately after dealing with these monsters.” Yuihama said, activating her Noble Phantasm, hundreds of golden swords descended from the sky, piercing through the monsters on the ground.

"I know! Please don't let the seniors get hurt!" Mash raised her shield and sprinted with all her might, chasing after Shirou who had been knocked away by the black Pegasus.

"Don't worry, who do you think you're talking to?" Asuna's Dojigiri Yasutsuna flashed with lightning, transforming into four figures wielding different Noble Phantasms, each displaying their unique abilities. The last bolt of lightning struck the onrushing horde of beasts.

"I know!" Mashu gritted her teeth, raised her cross shield and smashed away the monster that pounced on her, then quickly chased after Shirou who had flown away.

At this moment, Shirou, who had been pushed into the air, was being carried higher and higher by Pegasus, and his situation was becoming increasingly unfavorable.

"This is really a headache. I didn't expect there to be such a trick." Shirou said, stepping on the cherry blossom light, abandoning the maintenance of the Noble Phantasm, and instead taking advantage of the moment before the Noble Phantasm shattered, he leaped high into the air.

"Hahaha! Giving up on yourself, huh! Emiya! Die! Repent in the underworld!" Perseus laughed wildly, and the black Pegasus accelerated again, breaking the sound barrier and transforming into a black comet that rushed towards the boy at a terrifying speed. The power brought by the extreme speed was such that once it hit the boy, he would be instantly crushed.

The instant Shirou leaped, he projected a massive iron cross shield that descended from the sky, crashing into the black Pegasus and unleashing his Noble Phantasm: Lord Camelot, a city of distant ideals.

This shield is extremely similar to the one in Matthew's hand. It is the new projection Noble Phantasm that Shirou learned through observation using his Mystic Eyes. It is the Noble Phantasm of Galahad, a Knight of the Round Table, and is the ultimate protection formed by the round table where the Knights of the Round Table sit in the center of Camelot, the White Wall City.

It differs slightly from Matthew's Noble Phantasm, being closer to Galahad's. While sacrificing some defensive capabilities, it gains the ability to counterattack with a shield.

The black comet collided with the dazzling white light. As the black Pegasus broke through the protection, the great shield emitted a bright light, releasing the same energy as the comet. It transformed into a rainbow and struck the black Pegasus, shattering it and disappearing into the air along with the great shield.

Chapter 53 A Blade that Cuts Through Fate

High in the sky, two figures were falling continuously. Perseus jumped off the pterosaur at the last moment, and fell to the ground at the same time as Shirou.

They were now quite high in the air, looking down at the earth, with the entire city spread out before them.

Because Shirou was lying face down, the wind was getting into his mouth, and his face was trembling and shaking irregularly.

"It's not over yet!" Perseus then summoned his shoes, which allowed him to fly freely.

"This is the moment I've been waiting for!" Shirou's eyes widened in anger as he swung his katana into the air, projecting the image of Gan Jiang and Mo Xie—a pair of black and white short swords with yin-yang patterns—towards Perseus.

He stepped onto the scabbard that had been flung out with his right leg, using the momentum to instantly appear in front of Perseus. He simultaneously projected two swords with both hands and slashed down to the left and right.

Perseus tried to dodge, but the twin swords he had thrown had already returned, surrounding him and leaving him nowhere to escape.

The black-clad man groaned in pain and froze in place.

As the black blade was swung, the white blade flew back and struck Perseus in the left back.

The moment the white blade was unleashed, the black blade flew back and struck Perseus in the right back.

Finally, a third pair of black and white swords were projected, their blades lengthening into two long swords, which slashed down on Perseus!

The entire movement was fluid and seamless, forming an almost perfect three-part combo.

Its name is: -- Crane Wing Triple Combo!!!

"Ughhh!!!" Perseus let out a final scream, losing the ability to fight under the boy's continuous attacks. Six deep wounds, and the last two longsword strikes left his hands immobile, and his Noble Phantasm, having lost its magical power, became ineffective, falling straight down.

He does indeed possess various Noble Phantasms, but he has a fatal flaw: he can use other Noble Phantasms at the same time as activating one. For example, when Perseus used the Reins of the Hero to launch a Pegasus attack, he could not use other Noble Phantasms.

The moment he summons the flying feather shoes is when he is at his weakest.

Shirou aimed for that exact moment and delivered the fatal blow.

The falling boy was still about a hundred meters from the ground when his sharp eyes spotted the pink-haired girl rushing towards him with a shield.

"Shirou-senpai! I'll catch you." Mashu, who was below, opened her arms, seemingly wanting to stage a classic scene of a knight carrying a princess.

"No need." Shirou looked at the girl with amusement, projected the Flying Feather Shoes that his Mystic Eyes had already analyzed, and flew down.

"See? I'm fine." Shirou raised his right hand and caught the katana that had just fallen from the sky.

"Hmm..." Mashu seemed to regretfully lower her hands.

At that moment, a heavy thud was heard behind them as something fell onto the black-clad man on the ground. It was now glowing with light and was about to return.

The black mud's control had dissipated, and Perseus seemed to have regained his senses. His eyes were no longer crimson, but his gaze towards the boy was still filled with anger.

"What exactly did that 'I' did to make you so angry?" Shirou asked, puzzled.

Perseus, having regained his senses, looked even more ferocious, his veins bulging with excitement as he roared, "Even if I'm freed from this corruption, I still can't accept your 'justice'! I will curse you even if I disappear! Emiya!!!"

"It's not over yet! Ahahaha! Even if I'm defeated, the spell will still activate. After I disappear, Gorgon will be a completely out-of-control monster, and you will still be killed. Fall into the underworld in despair and regret!"

"This is the price you pay for denying our achievements and acting arbitrarily. I'll kill you! Kill you! Kill you! Kill you! Kill you! A world that denies heroes has no reason to exist!"

Perseus let out a frenzied roar at the last moment before he left.

The instant he vanished, a hysterical roar echoed from the dark beast's lair, a hoarse sound that seemed to tear its throat apart. It sent chills down one's spine, made one tremble, more repulsive than the most disgusting beast, more terrifying than the most horrifying cry—a sound no normal animal could utter.

Unlike the previous sorrowful and melancholic roars, this was the roar of an enraged monster, a curse, a declaration to destroy everything in the world.

At this moment, Da Vinci, who had detected the abnormal magical reaction, appeared through a holographic projection and exclaimed in alarm, "Shirou, this is terrible! The demonized Gorgon has gone berserk, and Perseus's Holy Grail is with her. If this continues, and the Pandemonium she unleashes appears in the mortal world, everything around her will be dissolved!"

"What should we do, Shirou-senpai? My Noble Phantasm can only protect the people around here at most; everything around us will be destroyed," Mash said anxiously.

"I know, leave it to me. Mashu, thank you for working so hard for this world." Shirou chuckled and patted his junior's head. The girl had already done enough; now it was up to him.

Shirou gazed at the black lair in the distance, which was even larger than a stadium, like a demonic cave formed by twisted and intertwined black snakes.

"It's not a big problem. We just need to destroy this dark temple."

“Slash? How do you slash through it? There’s no Madurk’s Axe here, and the goddess Quetzalcoatl isn’t here either,” Mash asked.

"What are you saying? There's no need to trouble that Feathered Serpent God. This sword is enough." Shirou said with a confident smile to the girl.

"What is this...?" Mash asked doubtfully.

For the first time, Shirou drew his sword and chanted the incantation to unleash his Noble Phantasm, a mantra that reflected the lifelong belief of the sword's creator. The blade emitted a golden light, and crimson blood energy surged forth uncontrollably from the moment it was drawn.

There once was a boy with a heart full of justice who wanted to save the world. After countless struggles, he discovered that humanity's destiny of destruction was an inevitability that no mortal could stop.

So the boy chose to do the only thing he could do: since he couldn't project a divinely created treasure, he would forge it himself.

Since then, the boy has become a blacksmith, single-mindedly dedicated to forging a divine weapon that can cleave a future for the entire world.

The ultimate strike he pursued throughout his life;

It is not a steel blade designed to sever mortal flesh and bones;

What I seek in life is the reckoning with resentment;

Sever ties of cause and effect, sever destiny, sever sins;

—Its name: The Liberation of Destiny.