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It has multiple limited forms; the one unfolding at this moment is the Grim Reaper:

It has the effect of automatically absorbing large amounts of magical energy and devouring surrounding spirits, thereby strengthening the holder's physical functions, and can also hinder the use of magic to a certain extent.

The high fever and stinging caused red liquid to flow from his eyes, but the analysis was completed smoothly. After understanding the essence of the Noble Phantasm, it was possible to carry out effective enhancement and modification.

At this moment, the Grim Reaper's Scythe underwent a change under the control of the Mystic Eye. The blade shimmered with a phosphorescent blue light, and then flames rose up, transforming into a scythe-shaped, ghostly blue flame.

The blue flames were not scorching hot. They were not flames that brought light and heat to mortal life, but rather azure flames that guided the dead. The flames flickered in the wind, making a soft sound, like the gentle call of the gods of the underworld to their inhabitants.

At this moment, the scythe was fundamentally strengthened, with both its absorption capacity and power increasing several times over.

"That's great! That's great! I'm in the best condition ever!!!" Yad shouted joyfully, causing the puppets on the ground to raise their heads one after another.

"I'm going now, I'm leaving the Servants to you." With that, Shirou jumped off the roof.

"I understand! Please be careful, Shirou-senpai!" Gudako replied.

“Then let’s go!” Artoria nodded to Jeanne Alter and changed into her battle armor.

The colorful puppets in front of the illuminated gate in Kabukicho sang strange songs and surrounded the boy.

As the boy fell to the ground, the Reaper's Scythe switched its circuitry from absorbing magic from the atmosphere to focusing all its functions on absorbing the remnant soul within the doll's body.

The scythe swung down in an instant, and one by one, the row of fancy-sounding puppets in front of them fell to the ground.

The scythe didn't strike the grotesque doll on the ground, but instead, like a machine that had lost power, it stopped working. This was because the thing inside that supported its physical movement had vanished…

The doll's heart stopped beating, and its half-dead life was finally released. Its soul gradually dissolved into the air and returned to the original nature.

Under the influence of the imprint, the boy is connected to the Grim Reaper's Scythe. As he absorbs the remnant soul into the scythe, his body also receives the remnant soul's magic. Pain, despair, and wailing fill his heart, and his physical abilities are constantly being enhanced.

The colorful puppets, stepping on the fallen empty shells, rushed towards the boy in the center.

But it's so slow, it doesn't pose any threat at all.

With a light leap, the boy instantly jumped three meters into the air, dodging the encircling attack of the flanking puppets. At this moment, the boy displayed a speed that was considered excellent even among Lancer-class Servants.

Then he did a somersault, and the scythe in his hand turned into a crescent-shaped arc of light, slamming into the ground and sweeping away the puppets that had gathered around.

There were obvious bloodstains on both sides of his cheeks, but the boy was completely unaware of them. He looked at the eyes of the flower-shaped doll, which were human eyes, but they were lifeless like those of a dead fish, just like the target that had been ordered to attack the intruder.

But the boy could hear the mournful cries of the remnant soul inside the doll's shell.

"It hurts so much, it's so painful, help me..."

'Living like this is worse than being killed...'

"Let me be free..."

In this world known as the Demon Realm, almost all the good people have died, leaving only a few wicked villains clinging to life.

But even if someone does evil, it is not beyond redemption. Both men and women still have some humanity, and the desire to live is not wrong.

Unfortunately, her body was forcibly removed and she was bound inside an empty doll. The remnant soul within the body, devoid of consciousness, cried out in pain, pleading for help and hoping to end it all.

“Yes, there are too many unreasonable things in this world. It’s alright, I’ll help you get out of this now,” Shirou said softly.

The eerie blue flames rose high, transforming into a flaming scythe over three meters long. It became a streak of light, and the row of flower-shaped puppets in front of it instantly collapsed.

Blue flames danced in the darkness, transforming into azure fire lotuses, and the pitiful, lingering souls were released one by one.

Finally, the boy carrying the Grim Reaper's scythe on his shoulder stood atop a small mountain made up of hundreds of empty doll shells piled up on the ground.

"Hahaha! I'm so satisfied! I'm so satisfied! Shirou, your eyes are amazing! I haven't eaten this heartily in ages!" Ad, inside the scythe, laughed loudly with his eyes wide open.

Meanwhile, the girls who were fighting the two Berserkers in front of them finally managed to cut down Empress Christina, and the battle was nearing its end.

When Shirou came down from the hill of dolls, wanting to go forward and help them.

'Shuh! '

A streak of cold light flew rapidly toward the boy's back.

At the critical moment, Shirou sensed the danger and dodged to the side.

The arrow, burning with a deep blue flame, instantly pierced the concrete ground in front of him. If he hadn't dodged it earlier, it would probably have pierced the boy's heart.

Immediately afterwards, several more arrows shooting flames flew over.

Shirou swung the Grim Reaper's Scythe and swept it towards the arrows.

When the scythe touched the ground, Shirou felt a jolt in his hand. The arrows were very powerful, and it took a lot of effort for him to finally stop them all.

"As a heroic spirit, you clearly possess such superb archery skills, yet you chose to launch a sneak attack from behind. Are you an assassin?" The boy looked at the shadowy area on the rooftop behind him.

"Come out! The stench of the black rats in the sewers has already given way!" Yad shouted.

At this moment, a dark-haired, dark-skinned man emerged from the shadows. A sinister smile appeared on his handsome face as he said nonchalantly, "What? As long as I can kill you, there's no problem."

His clothes were covered in unsightly and ominous black mud, and he carried a strange bow in his hand.

When Shirou saw that the other person was holding a divine bow with blue flames burning on its bowstring, he frowned. As a fan of archery, he immediately recognized the other person's identity.

"Hey, suddenly a final boss-like guy has appeared, and he's a huge, smelly, black, and hard monster at that," Yad said with disgust.

"That's Gāndīva, the divine bow of Agni, the god of fire. Are you Arjuna's Alter, the famous 'hero sent by heaven' in India?" Shirou asked the man warily. If that were the case, then the enemy he was facing would be a top-tier Heroic Spirit blessed by the Holy Grail.

Chapter 93 The Battle of the Holy Lance and Divine Bow

In the Mahabharata, one of the two great epics of ancient India, Arjuna, as one of the central figures, holds a position of importance almost second only to King Arthur in the legend of the Thirteen Knights of the Round Table. As a hero chosen by the gods, Arjuna is upright, brave, and skilled in battle. As the most perfect Kshatriya (the second caste, specifically referring to 'warriors' and 'nobles') in ancient India, he is a figure who runs throughout the entire epic.

The epic tells the story of two princes of the Kauravas, Pandita and Dhritarashtra, vying for territory. Dhritarashtra was the eldest son, but he was born blind and had 100 sons, including Duryodhana. Pandita, on the other hand, had five sons, all of whom were children granted by the gods through prayer and fertilization, and each possessed supernatural powers.

After Panda's death, Dhritarashtra, with his 100 sons, seized the throne and expelled Panda's five sons from the country.

Arjuna was the third of the five sons of the Pandava. He and his four brothers, Yathra, Bhadra, Ananda, and Shakya, married the black princess of a neighboring country. After experiencing various adventures, they gained the support of many countries and asked the hundred sons of Dhritarashtra for half of the territory, but were refused, which triggered the Kuru War.

The five sons of Pandu were all highly skilled in martial arts.

Meanwhile, Dhritarashtra, the chief of the hundred sons of the kingdom, befriended Karna, an orphan of common birth, and made him king, thus establishing a deep friendship.

Thus, the 'hero of charity' and the 'hero of heaven', who were half-brothers and had completely opposite fates, engaged in a destiny-bound duel.

The game ended with a victory for the Pandu five.

After the great war, the five Pandavas passed the throne to their descendants. The five brothers and their shared wife, the Black Princess, went to the Himalayas to practice asceticism and eventually ascended to heaven.

However, the heroic spirit before the boy was slightly different. Unlike the great hero Arjuna, who did not want anyone to see his smile, he unabashedly revealed a twisted and evil smile.

"No, that's not quite right. It's more accurate to call me Arjuna's other side, 'Black,' hahaha! Emiya Shirou! I've been waiting for you for so long. Although this city where you can kill and plunder at will is anything but boring." The man revealed the evil smile that only a great villain would have, and the black mud on his body writhed like earthworms.

"Another Black Mud Servant? What exactly are you after, coming after me? You've even followed me to another world, you're really persistent." Shirou asked, frowning.

"Purpose? There's no such thing! If I had to say, it's revenge. Although killing you wouldn't change anything, this is the mission I was summoned for, so you might as well die!" The man named 'Black' revealed his most evil smile, quickly drew the bowstring, and shot out several blue streaks of light.

The blue arrow, empowered by divine fire, moved with astonishing speed, reaching the boy in an instant and locking onto five parts of his body: hands, feet, and torso.

Shirou spun the Grim Reaper's Scythe, transforming it into a rapidly spinning circle, sweeping away the blue arrows.

"Hey hahaha! You're in a really weird state right now, aren't you? Well, it's not impossible for you to become Faker, is it? But what about your signature projection magic? What about your black and white dual swords? Why are you using a scythe? Are you going to become a Vaishya (the third caste) and go farming?"

"This is absolutely ridiculous. If you kneel down and beg for mercy now, maybe I can spare you, hahaha!" the man said with a sneer.

The laughter stopped abruptly.

Four iron swords suddenly appeared out of thin air, flying downwards towards the man's mouth, while four more iron swords appeared below, flying upwards towards the man's body.

Sparks flew as the divine bow clashed with the iron sword, producing a loud clanging sound. The man quickly used his bow to deflect the flying swords one by one.

"As for swords, I have as many as you want. But can you catch them?" Shirou asked with a light laugh.

"You've retracted your statement, which infuriates me. I'll definitely kill you! I'll make you bleed to death in the most painful way possible." The man looked coldly at the boy, his murderous aura causing the black mud on his face to ripple.

"I think this is the only thing you can't do!" Shirou brandished his scythe and charged towards the Black Mud Heroic Spirit.

Having absorbed hundreds of spirits, the boy, enhanced by his special attire, now unleashed a tremendous speed.

However, the speed at which the Black Mud Spirit burst forth was even faster than his, and every time he tried to catch up, he would create distance again.

After several rounds, the boy managed to fight the Black Mud Heroic Spirit to a draw, relying on the projection.

"Hey, is that all you've got? Looks like you're not Arjuna in real life. It's not that hard to deal with you, is it?" Shirou said sarcastically.

"Heh ha ha ha! You really dare to say that! How about trying this move! Die! Die! With the wrath of Shiva, I will make you die here—the Hand of the God of Destruction, 'Pashupatastra'!" The man activated his Noble Phantasm, releasing a dazzling ball of light from his hand, which rose into the sky.

An aura of destruction emanated from the white light, as if it were about to reduce everything it illuminated to nothingness.

"Yad!!" Shirou shouted.

"Understood!" The eyes on the Grim Reaper's Scythe widened, changed shape, and released the doubled energy it had absorbed, instantly unfolding the second stage of the seal.

"The Holy Lance, anchored, the lance that shines at the end (Rhongomyniad)!"

The holy spear in the boy's hand emitted a dazzling golden light, transforming into a huge golden pillar that crashed into the white light.

Even when facing the power of a god of destruction, it still displays an invincible aura.

The golden light overwhelmed the white light, and the sacred golden pillar pushed the white light, crashing into the black heroic spirit behind it.

"It's not over yet! Turn to dust in the karmic flames of Agni, the fire god! — The Roar of the Fire God (Agni Gandiva)!"

Arjuna, the hero bestowed by heaven, also activated his other side at this moment, his second Noble Phantasm, the Roar of the Flame God (Agni Gandiva) and the Hand of the Destroyer (Pāsupata).

The blue flames of the magic cannon and the white light sphere overlapped and collided with the dazzling golden light emitted by the holy spear. The enormous energy body continued to expand, with blue and golden light enveloping each other on one side, dyeing the surrounding area with the color of light.

At this moment, the surroundings were enveloped in intense light. On one side, both the tall buildings and the ground turned blue, while on the other side, everything was golden. The earth trembled, and the wind howled. A small mountain of hundreds of dolls was swallowed by the light and flew up under the high pressure of the collision, instantly turning into dust and debris.

The energies emitted by the Noble Phantasms canceled each other out, and the entire street was enveloped in a blinding light, making it impossible to see anything.

At that moment, a shadow rushed towards the Black Mud Heroic Spirit. Before the dazzling light dissipated, Shirou leaped high into the air, his Death Scythe swinging towards the Black Mud Heroic Spirit's neck, intending to slay him.

Chapter 94 Gudako Has Been Kidnapped!

In the fading light, the sharp scythe was now less than ten centimeters away from the neck of the Black Mud Heroic Spirit.

In one second, the outcome will be decided.

In that instant, 'Black' revealed a sinister grin, like a cunning fox who had tricked the hunter. He didn't retreat, but instead charged forward. With his magic fully unleashed, the Black Mud Heroic Spirit, blessed by the fire god Agni, spewed fierce blue flames from his back, propelling him forward like a rocket booster.

Originally, because this ability would damage his body, he usually only used it to increase the speed of his arrows. However, now that his body is repaired by the black mud, the damage can be minimized, so he has used it on himself many times to change the course of the battle.

This time, he used this ability to seize victory.

Before the scythe could sever its blade, the Black Mud Heroic Spirit accelerated instantly, rushing in front of Shirou and pressing the arrowhead of its bow against Shirou's abdomen.

For someone of his caliber, close combat does not affect his archery skills at all.

He drew back the bowstring and fired. The powerful blue afterimage pierced the boy's body. The blood-stained arrow flew out through a large hole in his back, and a large amount of blood gushed out of the hole.

"Ugh!!" Shirou's eyes widened, and he slumped his head helplessly. Blood dripped continuously onto the ground, some of it coming from his mouth. The large amount of blood flowing from the cave entrance formed puddles in the pits, and one could feel life slipping away...

"Hahaha! Looks like I've won. Savor this resentment, then die!" the Black Mud Heroic Spirit laughed, his twisted heart experiencing unparalleled pleasure at this moment.

"Cough cough...Finally...caught you!" The boy, who had been looking down, suddenly reached out and grabbed the hand of the Black Mud Heroic Spirit holding the bow.

"What?" The Black Mud Heroic Spirit looked at the boy who should have died in astonishment. He had destroyed the source of magic power that maintained his spirit origin, and his stomach was shot through with a big hole. Even a true Servant should have left the stage by now.

But at that moment, the boy's hand gripped him tightly.

He sensed danger emanating from the boy and tried to retreat, but the boy's hand gripped him tightly, and he couldn't break free.

"Let go of me!" The Black Mud Spirit erupted with blue flames once more, using all its strength to break free from the boy's grasp and escape.

"Don't even think about escaping!" Shirou endured the excruciating pain of being burned by the flames, his left hand still tightly gripping the Black Mud Heroic Spirit's hand, preventing him from moving. His right hand, gripping the scythe, suddenly unleashed its full power as it swung down.

"Damn it!" The Black Mud Heroic Spirit's body was slashed open by a sharp scythe, tearing from the abdomen until it was cut in two. After two muffled thuds, the Black Mud Heroic Spirit fell to the ground, blue soul fire emanating from the wound, burning its internal core.

At the cost of injury, the boy won this hard-fought battle.

In fact, after meeting Artoria in this world and forming a contract with her, although it was only a verbal contract, the sword sheath inside the boy's body was indeed activated.

'Black', whose body is healed by black mud, moves incredibly fast. Even if you manage to get close and defeat your opponent, they will still escape.

Of course, Shirou didn't have any better methods.

He simply took a risk and gambled using the only way he could possibly win against his opponent.

"Unfortunately, the goddess of Excalibur is on my side now, and I have no reason to lose." Shirou said, clutching his stomach and looking at the black mud spirit on the ground, his wound slowly healing.

"Why would Faker still have that kind of stuff inside him? Heh ha ha ha!" The dark-skinned man laughed loudly, as if mocking something.

The Black Mud Heroic Spirit seemed to remember something and said with a wicked smile, "Oh right, if I disappear, there are still Demon Pillars waiting for you. After all, it's a request from the Counter Force, so you should take over the job from 'Emiya' who should have been here."

"What's going on?" Shirou asked, looking at the Black Mud Servant who had begun to return.