Please play Fate/Go with me.

As the scythe rapidly absorbed the 'Mana' magic power of the surrounding space, although it was not as powerful as that of the Age of Gods, the magic power of this mutated world was already close to that of the fifth century when the Knight King, whose life was marked by a rift between the mystical and the modern world, lived.

Once the scythe had absorbed enough mana, the connection with Yad was severed, and a mechanical female voice echoed from within the Reaper's Scythe.

'Simulated personality has stopped; magic collection rate has exceeded the limit; the second stage restrictions are being lifted.'

Like a key unlocking a lock, the 'mystery' held in the boy's hand revealed its true form hidden in the first layer of the box.

Yad (Kay) is the first seal on this sacred relic, the personality that appears in the box. It is a seal set up to prevent the sacred relic from losing its mystery in the present world.

The seals are set up in multiple stages. Even in the third stage, to unleash the ultimate divine power of the sacred object, it is said that 13 seals must be activated simultaneously. This body is probably one of the seals of this sacred object.

At this moment, the sacred object in the boy's hand unfolded its second phase.

The Grim Reaper's Scythe unfolded, changing shape to form a 'gun' that shouldn't exist in the three-dimensional world. It was a polymer overflowing with immense magical power compressed to the extreme, a mysterious crystallization that proved to the world that many myths and legends had indeed happened.

It's called a gun, but it's far beyond what a gun should be; it's a towering pillar of light, an erupting volcano.

Holy-spear, anchor! — Rhongomyniad, the spear of the end!

The gun, transformed into a pillar of light, spun like a meteorite, a spiraling fragment of the sun, shimmering with the brightest light, evaporating the surrounding magic, and charging straight toward the demon wolf.

In the flash of light, the wolf let out its final howl, this time no longer filled with despair and resentment, but rather like a long sigh of relief.

As he transformed into a luminous form, the wolf king Rob looked up into the distance. Bathed in the holy light, he recalled the high plateau where he was born, his wife with snow-white fur, and the joy of running freely through the forest with his companions…

"Thank you, Shirou," Jeanne said softly as she watched the wolf king disappear. Perhaps seeing a reflection of herself in the wolf king, the straightforward girl was slightly overcome with sadness.

"I think if Jeanne can think of him like this, the Wolf King will definitely change too," Shirou said, stepping forward to pat the silver-haired girl's head in comfort.

Heroic Spirits are beings who ascend to a 'seat' after death, no longer affected by time, and reside outside the world.

In myths and legends, their fate is already fixed, and it is no longer related to life or death.

However, if heroic spirits, like humans, have memories, emotions, and can experience and feel, then they too can grow and change.

At least Shirou didn't think that the silver-haired girl in front of him was just a fleeting dream, a shadow that would disappear sooner or later, as she said.

“Even if there is no past, no future, and you only existed for a moment, you still truly existed. I met you here, Jeanne d'Arc. To me, you are the real Jeanne d'Arc, not a saint, but my partner, the Jeanne d'Arc who fought alongside me. I promise I will never forget you in this lifetime,” Shirou said sincerely.

"Is that so..." Upon hearing the boy's words, Joan of Arc revealed a smile different from her previous one, more natural and beautiful. Like a proud plum blossom in the winter, she would never easily bloom in front of others, but would only show her true smile to those who were willing to wait for her through the cold winter.

However, the silver-haired girl quickly slapped the boy's hand away from her head and yelled, "Don't touch my head! Shirou! If you keep saying these disgusting things to me, I'll really burn you alive!"

“Shirou, ignore this ungrateful assault girl. She’s as tough as an iron wall, there’s nothing to worry about,” Artoria said.

"Oh my, Shirou, even in this world, you're incredibly popular. No wonder I've chosen you. If you weren't in this state, I would definitely teach you my secret technique of diving for nine days and nine nights. The last person I was willing to teach personally was Bedivere, even though he only had one hand, ahahaha!"

"This is the perfect place! I had a great time, hahaha! But I won't easily hand over my sister to anyone!" Kai, who had turned back into the box in the cage, laughed loudly, then warned in a very serious voice.

"Enough with the nonsense! It's none of your business! As a king, I have the right to command others, and no one is allowed to interfere with me." Artoria grabbed the boy's wrist and shook the small cage under her right hand, playing a cruel game of swinging on a swing.

"Whoa! Stop shaking me! Stop shaking me! Artoria...!"

Chapter 90 Phantom Demon Alliance

On the top floor of the cylindrical building, there was a bearded man who looked exactly like Shinjuku Archer, except that his eyes and brows appeared more cunning and fierce.

A dark shadow flashed by, and a handsome man with black hair and black skin appeared there, carrying a longbow with blue flames in his hand.

"I didn't expect that even the hero bestowed by heaven would fail, resulting in the defeat of that wolf king. Now the plan must be changed." The bearded man with a cold expression said in a detached voice.

"Shut up! Moriarty, I am not Arjuna, but the 'Black' side he called. I will complete the mission I promised you, but I have only one goal: to kill Shirou Emiya." The black-haired man said coldly to the alliance.

“Indeed, you are more suited to this world now than that perfect hero. Now that the Wolf King has been dealt with, the Chaldea Master’s next target should be the Berserker, right? I would like to ask you to go there. Assassin, you should go too,” said the middle-aged man called Moriarty.

Professor Moriarty is Sherlock Holmes's nemesis, cold-blooded and ruthless, devoid of any moral conscience. He once built the largest criminal empire in Europe in London, earning him the title of 'Napoleon of the criminal world,' and he is linked to more than half of London's cases.

Before meeting Holmes, he had never failed in his crimes and would always completely destroy any evidence to escape perfectly.

His main profession is a mathematics professor and philosopher. His works include "Asteroid Mechanics". He is a criminal genius whose IQ is comparable to Sherlock Holmes.

This story combines elements of the German folktale "The Magic Shooter," telling the tale of an officer who must win a shooting competition to marry his beloved. In his anxiety, he is tricked into asking the devil for seven magic bullets, agreeing that the first six bullets will hit their mark every time, while the target hit by the last bullet will be the devil's reward.

Under the devil's manipulation, the seventh magic bullet will inevitably be fired at the archer's most beloved person.

Then another handsome man appeared, with long black hair tied in a braid, bright blue eyes, a lithe but not rugged physique, fair skin like jade, dragon tattoos on his arms, and floral embroidery covering his front and back.

“Hey 'Black' brother, if you’re so keen on killing that man, I can actually help you. It seems like it would be easy to get that type of guy just by becoming one of the women around him.”

"Assassin! You are not allowed to lay a hand on him! I must kill that man myself to quell the rage in my heart," the man who called himself 'Black' said excitedly, as the black mud on his body writhed on his face.

“I understand. Then I’ll deal with the Master’s side. What a sinful man, to be hated to this extent by such a great hero. Compared to him, villains like us are nothing.” The handsome young man said with a smile. His real name was Yan Qing, and he was Tian Qiaoxing, one of the 108 Demon Stars.

In the novel, Yan Qing, the Prodigal Son, is a handsome man skilled in boxing and wrestling, and well-informed. He has a wide circle of friends and is known as the top man in the world of romance. Because he is set in the Song Dynasty, he also shares the custom of men at that time wearing flowers in their hair. There are also rumors about his deeds, such as being a male concubine of the Jade Kirin and having a fondness for women's clothing.

The phantom that merges with it is called 'Doppelganger', which originates from German legend. In German, 'Doppelganger' refers to a ghost that resembles a human. Everyone has another self within them, which is usually invisible. When it is seen, it signifies an ominous sign.

This later evolved into a more famous legend: "There exists in the world another person who looks exactly like you; upon seeing that person, you will soon die."

After the fusion, Yan Qing became a Servant proficient in both fist techniques and transformation abilities.

The black-haired, dark-skinned man responded to Archer, the Servant summoned to this world.

His entire body was stained with black mud. As he said, Arjuna, the legendary hero of the ancient Indian pantheon, could not possibly exist in this world. He was the dark side of Arjuna's heart, rejected and separated by the divinely bestowed hero, and had once appeared in the guise of Krishna.

However, this time, under the influence of the black mud, he gained control of this body. As one of the seven summoned Heroic Spirits, he was transformed into a Servant by the black mud. Unlike Arjuna, who only showed a smile at crucial moments, he never concealed his evil and cunning side.

Unlike Perseus, who became enraged and went mad after his value as a hero was denied, seeking revenge on everything, 'Black' was much calmer. However, all seven Heroic Spirits chosen by the Black Mud shared the same goal: to kill Shirou Emiya.

After their conversation, the evil servant left the tower and disappeared into the night.

Meanwhile, the boys and girls had already returned to the basement of the hamburger shop.

"Come on, Ninja, are you hungry? Here, I'll give you different flavors of dog food." Shirou was pouring lunch for the white dog.

"Woof!" The white dog affectionately licked Shirou's hand, wagged its tail, and started eating.

"Shirou! You have nothing to say after seeing me like this? You do, don't you! Look!" Jeanne stood in front of the boy, her arms half-open, turning around to show off.

The silver-haired girl had changed into a dark-colored plush coat, a layer of black down covering her shoulders and neck, over which she wore a black dress. The low neckline revealed her slightly protruding collarbone, like the most exquisite curves sculpted by a sculptor for white jade, sexy and alluring. A silver pendant hung there, making her surrounding skin appear even whiter.

"Hmm, it suits you very well, you look beautiful and handsome," Shirou said.

"Right...right, um...after all, it's me, so it's only natural." Joan of Arc looked away, awkwardly shifting her gaze back and forth.

"Hmm, she's quite cute like this too," Shirou said with amusement, seeing the silver-haired girl's childlike appearance.

"I know! I didn't ask you, so stop staring at me!" Jeanne d'Arc pushed Shirou's face away and shouted.

"She's so easy to please, this silly girl," Artoria muttered to herself.

“Artoria looks really cool too,” Shirou said.

"..." Artoria paused for a moment, then coldly agreed, "Hmph! As a king, this is only natural. You can become my prisoner with gratitude."

Although the girl's answer was indifferent, a slight smile appeared on her lips.

"Shirou-senpai! What about me! What about me!" Gudako, not wanting to be left out, stepped forward and asked in what she thought was an alluring pose.

"Ah, cute, cute, irresistibly cute..." Shirou casually waved his hand in response.

"Really? Really? I'm cute, aren't I?" Gudako walked up with a smile, lightly kicked Shirou, and asked, "Why am I so different?"

"No, even if you were dressed in a magical costume and posing for me..." Shirou said helplessly to the girl who was a complete stranger in every way. He'd changed her clothes every day in the game, but it was only a few outfits. What was the point of saying anything now?

"Damn it, I want cool clothes too!" Gudako shouted in annoyance.

Just then, the phone rang, and Gudako went forward to answer it.

The caller was a man who identified himself as Edmond Dantès.

He told Gudako the truth about the high platform built in the center of Shinjuku: the leader of the Phantom Demon Alliance created a gun body, intending to destroy the world and shatter the Earth through this device.

To stop them, we must defeat the Servants one by one. Shinjuku Rider has already been defeated, and next up is Shinjuku Berserker.

[PS: There will be another chapter tonight in resource group 606793406!]

Chapter 91: Redemption for Sinners

In Kabukicho, there were at least two hundred swaying coloratura dolls standing everywhere, and another hundred or so regularly patrolling near Shinjuku, capturing people alive.

This is a monster created by the Berserker-class Servant, the Phantom of the Opera, Empress Christina. Its exterior is that of a puppet, but its interior is human; within its cold, hard shell, muscles and blood vessels still flow, and internal organs still pulsate.

But the skin and bones have been stripped away, the personality and brain have long since collapsed, leaving only the body to be controlled to act.

This is something even more twisted than a vengeful spirit. Even the soul that governs the mind and memories has been stripped away, leaving only the spirit that governs the body's movements. It is an empty shell without thought, a living dead person who is half dead but not completely dead.

If you ask what salvation is possible, it is already too late. Half of their souls are still bound inside the shell. Perhaps the only way to free them is to destroy this bondage.

The berserker-inducing Servant was no longer able to communicate. He viewed human appearances as ugly and decided that only dolls possessed artistic beauty. If he needed combat power, there were countless other methods available; there was no need for this trouble. He simply created these out of personal interest.

Empress Christina, as a puppet, sings from a high platform, while the Phantom of the Opera watches in rapt attention. When the song ends, all the coloratura puppets begin to applaud. Then they wait for the Empress to sing again, and they applaud once more.

And so it repeats, 24 hours a day, without interruption, singing...and applause, singing...and applause...

On the rooftop of a shop in the distance, a young boy and girl stood, gazing at the state of Kabukicho.

"This is broken too." Shirou felt the distortion of this world once again. He was angry, but also saddened by the loss of these lives.

“What’s the point of saying anything now? This world was already going to break down anyway. But I really want to burn all these disgusting singing dolls to ashes.” Joan of Arc said, arms crossed and brows furrowed.

"If it weren't for these buildings blocking my way, I would have used my Noble Phantasm to wipe them out in one fell swoop!" Artoria said.

The magic in this space is incredibly dense. Even buildings made of steel and concrete are infused with magic, making them as hard as the floor tiles of a temple connected to a spiritual vein and constructed with a large-scale magic array. Even a holy sword would find it difficult to destroy them.

“I have an idea. First, let’s capture a fancy voice puppet,” Shinjuku Archer said.

"What are you going to do?" Mash asked.

“I’ll modify the dolls a bit, make a bomb, and the dolls will return to Kabukicho at a set time every day. When they detonate the bomb, it will definitely cause chaos, and we can take the opportunity to defeat the Empress and the Phantom Berserkers. But… Master, are you prepared to press the detonator and kill these people?” Shinjuku Archer said, looking at the red-haired girl and asking cautiously.

"I...can." Gudako bit her lip and said stubbornly. She hated this approach and didn't want to see anyone get hurt, but her past experiences had made the girl realize that saving the world could not be done without sacrifice.

Shirou then stepped forward and said, "Uncle, if you, as the good guy, can come up with such a plan, it seems that your true self is truly an incorrigible scumbag villain. What a terrible plan."

"No! Shirou-senpai, I can do it!" Gudako said, clenching her fist.

"Don't worry, it hasn't come to that point yet. You might face even more cruel choices in the future. But I'm here for you now, and I will never let you do anything that will make you sad!" Shirou gently patted the girl's head, speaking with tenderness and firmness.

"Oh ho, young man, do you have a better idea?" The bearded man looked over with great interest and asked.

Shirou nodded and said, "Okay, I'll take care of the Flower Dancer. I'll leave the Berserker to you guys."

"Shirou, don't be reckless. Even with the Holy Lance, you can't possibly defeat that many puppets by yourself," Artoria said, staring at the boy.

"Yeah, why don't we just blow it up? Stop dawdling, I can't do anything with you. I'll stay and help you out!" Joan of Arc said, looking annoyed.

"It's not necessary to defeat them. Just let their souls return to where they belong," Shirou said calmly.

“Yes, yes, with me helping Shirou, that’s enough! We’re experts at dealing with these things!” said the box in the cage on his right.

There are many versions of the legend of King Arthur. In different places, the king is accompanied by different knights on adventures and challenges, and finally dies due to the rebellion of his subjects.

For example, in the legend of the Eternal King, the king was taken to Avalon by four witches or the Lady of the Lake. The king did not die, but fell into a deep sleep, and will one day return to save the world.

There are also legends about the burial sites of several kings.

In ancient times, it was not uncommon for kings to build multiple tombs to prevent revenge from their enemies after their death.

As one of the most legendary kings in Britain, his burial sites are said to be scattered throughout the country, and the young man is the caretaker of one of these mausoleums.

The gravedigger is not a magician, but an expert in fighting 'spirits'. Although he also has a lineage mark, his purpose in passing on his family line is different from that of a magician, and his abilities are also very singular. Therefore, he does not have such high requirements for his successor.

The boy controls the magical artifact 'Ade' to fight, relying on the imprint passed down through generations of the tomb guardians within him.

"If it were an evil spirit, it might require a fierce battle, but for these pitiful remnant souls trapped inside shells and already devoid of consciousness, it's only a matter of time," Shirou said calmly, gazing at the densely packed ornate dolls on the ground.

"Hehehehe!! This is a great place! There are vengeful spirits everywhere. I'm going to have a good time this time!" The simulated personality Yad (Kay) inside the box with carved eyes and mouth opened and closed, laughing loudly.

Coloratura dolls are half-dead beings with broken bodies and incomplete spirits, and the gravedigger will bring liberation to all suffering spirits.

"Go! Ad!" Shirou's amber-colored magic eyes flashed with rainbow light at that moment. Even though he was countered, he still couldn't handle the combined attack of three hundred puppets that were close to the level of mythical beasts.

Therefore, he had to upgrade his weapons as necessary.

Chapter 92 The Appearance of the Black Mud Heroic Spirit

A rainbow-colored magic eye swirls with seven-colored light, traversing time and space to connect with the past of this costume, revealing its creation process and analyzing its core essence. (Monthly membership group: 694936135)

The weapon in his hand, in its normal state, is a cubic box made up of multiple parts, housed in a small birdcage-like cage. Its core component is a replica of the logos-re-act, one of the seven great weapons of the Atlas Institute.