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Chapter 285: Hell is not empty, and you will not become a Buddha!

This is the justice of a lifetime of arrogance, and it is this obsession that allows him to travel through time under the orders of Alayah and stand in front of his comrades. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Even if the combat power of the two sides is not at the same level at all, just by virtue of his previous understanding, he is enough to fight against King Arthur.

The price of the heavy blow to Emiya Shirou was that the Knight King himself was pierced by the arrows of the Akabara Hound.

Unconsciously, he let out a roar of pain, and he pulled out the arrow that pierced his body, and the hideous barb brought up a large piece of flesh, but the figure still stood tall.

It was only because of the knight's promise that he still did not die; If he is not dead, then the pursuit of the Holy Grail is unstoppable!

Roaring, his figure scurrying across the ground, the broken blade slashing again, and the storm howling.

In the raging air, the red figure fluttered, but it never dissipated, blocking the front of the Knight King, the sword of victory in his left hand slashed through the storm, and the sword of victory in his right hand stabbed forward.

Even if he was covered in bruises, even if his whole body was about to shatter, he never flinched, and he believed from beginning to end that victory would be his own.

Even if the enemy is King Arthur, who has surpassed his limits, how can the path of justice he pursues be stopped because of this!

The Fighting Heroic Guardian let out a hoarse roar at the same time, no longer dodging, only the most instinctive block and the most violent slash.

There is no need for words, and there is no need for counsel. Both of them are on the right path that they believe in, and under the insistence of their hearts, words have pale and weak. Once two parallel lines meet, one man's path will be broken.

Only death can stop their progress!

In the continuous collision of gold and iron, weapons continued to shatter, and blood drifted away.

The Cadre stabbed the fragment of Mo Xie into King Arthur's chest, and the King of Knights also cut off one of Emiya Shirou's palms.

The Guardian's spiral sword stabbed into Saber's left hand, and the broken blade completely shattered Emiya Shirou's other arm.

Every second, new wounds appeared, and weapons snapped under the blade of the golden sword of victory.

The never-ending fight has finally come to an end.

The projected Sword of Victory of the Oath was shattered by the Sword in the Stone, and in the roar of the King of Knights, the broken blade pierced through the flying blood and shards, pierced the air, and pierced the chest of Emiya Shirou.

The distance between the two people was unprecedentedly close, like comrades-in-arms who once fought side by side, which reminded Emiya Shirou of the past in his memory.

Maybe for the Heroic Spirit in front of him, that is already a future that does not exist, right?

The Guardian from the future smiled helplessly at the end.

It seems that some things have ended before they have even begun. In this land, I'm afraid there will never be that red-haired boy waiting for Emiya Kiritsugu to save him, right?

The hometown where he grew up has been destroyed, and in this world, the past that belonged to Emiya Shirou and the future that belonged to the guardian have all disappeared.

And his mission this time has also ended.

"It's over!" The King of Knights gasped, clenched the hilt of his blood-soaked sword, and took two steps back expressionlessly.

The blade of the sword that pierced through his body was drawn, and Emiya Shirou's body trembled, and he was about to fall, but he stood on the ground in an incredible way.

His pale silver hair had been stained red with his own blood, and he struggled to see the enemy in front of him with his blurred eyes wide open.

In the end, the eerie gasp turned into an irrepressible smile.

"It's still the same as before, Knight King......"

The last sound died down in his throbbing chest, he closed his eyes, and the smile dissipated.

All that left him in his life was the paranoid and righteous Emiya Shirou, buried in a tomb made of infinite swords and iron.

As he dissipated, the inherent barrier began to crumble, and the earth of blood and fire reappeared before King Arthur's eyes.

Saber looked up to see the golden glint in the sky and smiled firmly.

Dragging the blade of the sword, the traumatized body began to move forward, towards the final grail.

Unspeakable, strange voices came from the depths of the body.

Like the tide slapping against the pulp, the wire snaps under the tremendous tension......

In the dark, Bai Shuo struggled to twitch his facial muscles, revealing a smiling expression.

This is...... The sound of the body collapsing......

For some reason, he suddenly felt the urge to laugh again, but even the pain that made him sad had begun to disappear.

I don't know when it started, pain has become commonplace for Bai Shuo.

Even so, the moment he entered the black mud, an indescribable pain swept through his body, making him almost fall into a blank stupor.

The stiff mind couldn't function at all, the thought seemed to be frozen, and Bai Shuo could even hear the collision sound of thoughts flashing and colliding, as if it was an illusion.

Every moment when there is still reason and consciousness is like an unbearable torture, gathering all the malicious magic in the world to pour into the body, and the voices of countless people echo in the head.

In the whole world of thinking, it seems that countless malicious visitors are stuffed in, accusing Bai Shuo of everything he has done in his life, and finally issuing a curse full of resentment-

Die...... Die...... Die......

It's like a drop of water falling into an inkpool, instantly eroded and impregnated by the spreading black, and after losing its original essence, it is assimilated into a puppet.

Who but Gilgamesh, with the golden soul, can bear the sins of the whole world?

Bai Shuo thought he could, but unfortunately he couldn't......

Arrogance is the original sin, arrogance without any reason, and it is impossible to make any difference by making choices on impulse.

The inexplicable auditory hallucinations in Bai Shuo's ears suddenly accelerated, like a broken steel wire playing a sharp tune, his body was melting like the tide slapping against pulp, and every muscle was snapping in the black magic.

In the ears that have lost their function is the song of the strange road that is going to perdition.

What saved him was the scabbard hidden deep inside his body.

Avalon's power is constantly wrestling with the black magic for control of the body, reconnecting the broken muscles and turning the melted flesh into siblings once more.

For Bai Shuo, this is a brutal and inevitable tug-of-war. From the very beginning, the self who chooses to fight against 'all the evils in this world' may be doomed to failure.

He regretted it a little, before he jumped in, why didn't he say a few words and dragged it, and it could also be used as a famous aphorism for his last words?

It's a pity that the opportunity to increase the fashion value was given up by myself in the end......

If Changsun Wu knew what he was thinking now, maybe he would punch him in the face, right? What is it that if you don't repent at this time, you are not a fool?

A smile reappeared on Bai Shuo's corroded face beyond recognition, and he realized that he was not only blind but also a madman......

He can still laugh out loud, and even he suspects that he is going crazy.

Sometimes, even being able to struggle a little bit is enough to change something and not die meaninglessly, such as now, there is so much more he can do!

Including making the slim hope more tangible.

Under the heavy black magic, Bai Shuo let out a vague cry, allowing countless malices to pollute himself, and his right hand, which had been corroded into dry bones, stretched out; The barrier above his right hand had already been unraveled, and the angry dragon fire on the white jade-like phalanges was about to be extinguished.

Since it's about to go out...... Then last and burn recklessly!

In the bottomless black mire, the invisible fire suddenly flourished, frantically absorbing the light of Bai Shuo's whole body, and the flames on the palm of his hand turned into a flame tornado like a spiral.

Pumping out the black mud like crazy, as if helping the black mud to speed up the erosion, Bai Shuo's palm was in the center of the entire vortex, like a monster devouring infinite malicious magic.

At the last moment, Bai Shuo's rotten hands coincided together, his hands were tied inward, his two middle fingers were raised against each other, his middle fingers were like flags, and his hands were like seals......

This is the last Jizo root seal!

"Overcome all the sufferings of the world, all kinds of sinful karma, endless sins, and bear me all my body! ……”

At this time when he was about to die, Bai Shuo's soul was as calm as the earth in the dead silence, and it seemed that he could hear the deepest echoes.

In the midst of endless malice, he breathed in the malice that had condensed into substance, and recited the oath that he had never had the courage to sing.

“…… Hell is not empty, and you will not become a Buddha! ”

In the depths of the silent black mud, the moment Bai Shuo finished speaking, a black hole-like swallowing power suddenly appeared, sitting in the center of the whirlpool, Bai Shuo frantically extracted endless malicious magic and silt.

Regardless of the fact that his body was about to collapse, even if his mind was maliciously polluted, he would never stop his movements.

Sitting in the center of infinite malice, Bai Shuo's body continued to collapse and reorganize under the black magic.

Whether it was a white bone skeleton or a rapidly collapsing **, Bai Shuo's mouth always had an indelible smile on the corner of his mouth.

Even if it is blind, it can be seen in death and life. Even madness is unshakable, and the last will turns into an indelible rock sitting in the surging malice.

The eyebrows are lightly raised, and the corners of the mouth are lightly smiling, which is a trace of Zen sprouting and growing in the endless perception of life and death.

The pass of life and death, the Zen of good and evil, what if you sit down?

It's just that he's dead, and he's no longer afraid.

The last rays of light emerged from behind him, passing through the black magic and converging into a wheel of light.

This is the most subtle, and it is also the strongest enchantment that Bai Shuo has comprehended so far.

It contains the six realms of the 'Wheel of Wheels', which encompass the mysteries of earth and hell, infernal and womb. ’

At this moment, in the phantom-like circular barrier, the mandala pattern began to spread and grow, and sharp thorns passed through the six concentric circles-like barrier, and finally the entire barrier became one.

Like the chaos that contains a new life, this is a new realm of womb storage.

The wheel-like barrier slowly rotated with Bai Shuo's will, at first it looked like a rusty gear, but as the speed of the black mud poured in, the huge barrier finally turned into the eye of the entire whirlpool.

It's like an endless black hole, and the malice of polluting the world is swallowed endlessly, but there is no sign of overflow.