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Chapter 140: Battle at Liudong Temple

Night gradually fell.

The whole world fell silent because of this.

The same goes for Fuyuki City.

Although what happened in Liudong Temple before has been brought under control, there are still more or less leaks in this city.

Those who are courageous and not afraid of death are still the same as before.

But most people cherish their lives very much.

The night in Fuyuki City was much quieter than before, as if returning to before that manga appeared.

Of course, this only refers to those relatively remote areas, and the downtown area in the city center is still as noisy as ever.

As for the out-of-the-way places... the city is like a ghost town.

Walking on the street, there are only dim traffic lights, occasional passing cars, and pedestrians who may not appear on the side of the road for half a day.

Silence, tranquility.

The sporadic street lights added a bit of horror to the city.

This is the night when it all ends.

Similar battles may occur in other parts of the world later, but this has nothing to do with this city or Fuyuki City. It's just... everything here may be recorded in the history of magic.

Although, this is a history that is about to disappear.

Emiya Kiritsugu walked on such a street. He walked towards Liudong Temple in a leisurely manner, behind him was Archer who maintained his spirit form.

"Here we are." Emiya Kiritsugu looked at the fence in front of him and said, "Come on, Archer."

"Understood—!" Passing through the barbed wire in front of him, the red Archer revealed his own entity, and a weapon projected by himself appeared in his hand—a bow!

In the other hand, a sword slowly appeared, and the shape of the sword slowly changed, appearing in his hand like a spinning arrow.

The original mountain road of Liudong Temple has been broken, and it was destroyed by Lancer's Noble Phantasm.

Now, the road to the top of the mountain can be said to be like a maze, and there may be stones blocking the road everywhere, telling people who want to go up and see, "Detour".

However, all of this is of course useless to Archer, who is a Heroic Spirit. straight up. jump, charge—

All the way to the top of Liudong Temple.

Archer, who leaped high, saw the dark Great Grail and Berserker beside him who was integrated into the night!

"Pseudo-spiral sword (Caladbolg II)!!"

In an instant, he used the Noble Phantasm he shot as the opening of the battle.

The arrow shot at the Great Grail behind Berserker!

boom-

The black Berserker jumped suddenly, jumping in front of the incoming arrow.

The knife and ax in his hand pointed hard at the arrow that was shot, and slashed down fiercely!

boom---! !

The treasure, the arrow exploded directly.

Berserker actually blocked such an explosion from reaching the Holy Grail, and preventing it from reaching the leylines. But because of this, he also lost a life.

"Take one life first! Then you have three times left, Hercules—!" the red Archer said, projecting his own treasure "General, Moxie" in his hand.

"Roar!" The revived Berserker roared and rushed towards the red Archer!

That oppressive force made the air tremble. The red Archer couldn't help but grit his teeth,

"This guy...why does he feel stronger?"

 …

"It's starting, Rider."

"Ah, I can feel it." Seeing the fluctuation of magic power coming from Liudong Temple, Rider nodded: "Let's go, kid, this should be the final decisive battle."

"Well, I will definitely win this time!" Weber looked at the Command Seal in his hand and nodded vigorously.

"Haha, not bad, boy, it seems that you have grown a lot." Rider said with a smile: "Let's go, go say hello to your teacher, and then it's time for us to go out! Now the king can say It's heart-wrenching!"

"I know." Weber nodded, and the two walked towards Kenneth.

However, just walking out the door found that Kenneth was already at the door.

"Mr. Kenneth?" Weber looked at Kenneth with some surprise.

"Hmph, what, this expression of yours, come on, hurry up and go. This is the final battle, right? Win it, then I will admit you. I will admit you, Weber Velvet!"

"Yes!" Weber nodded vigorously, calming down the heart that seemed to be beating several times faster than usual.

His legs trembled slightly as he took his own steps.

 …

"It's started, it looks like the battle between Archer and Berserker... Rider is coming too..." Kurokawa Kazuya sorted out the original sketches he had drawn during this period.

Mentally feeling a little tired.

During the entire Holy Grail War, he didn't sleep at all.

Except for going out for a walk occasionally to relax, the rest of the time is either fighting or drawing inspiration from the fighting.

For example, the few manuscripts he drew just now.

It's not a story about the early morning battle, it's just a simple drawing of the scene of the explosion.

At that time, it was difficult for a camera to capture the flames of the explosion, but...he captured it with his own eyes.

After scrapping more than ten original manuscripts for the painting, I finally drew the shocking scene closest to the explosion in my ideal. Later, when comics or even animations need to use explosion shots, the original manuscript of this chapter is a good reference object.

Not just the explosion, but also Kenpachi Zaragi's frantic battle, the king's army gathered by tens of thousands of people, the light cannon like a space-based weapon, Jack walking through the dark night and fog, and the feeling of Flying Thunder God's space transfer.

I drew them all one by one.

There are countless thrown away, and less than twenty useful ones, but these things will be used later.

Because of this, he has not slept until now.

Although I don't feel very tired now because I am a heroic spirit, I am still very tired mentally.

Fortunately, when I summoned Saraki Kenpachi and Namikaze Minato, I chose to let them fight without forcibly controlling anything. Otherwise, you have to face the feeling of being devoured by their spirit...

If that's the case, it probably won't last until now.

But now...

Everything is coming to an end.