Fate: Emiya the Host

Chapter 177 - 177: Must Be Made by Unlimited Blade Works!

"Saber!"Seeing that figure depart coldly.

Shirou immediately wanted to leap up the city wall.

Stopped by Gawain, his voice polite but not warm, "Please stop. The King favors you, young one. The King has already issued the order; you only need to wait to be received into the city."

"That would be too late."

Watching the back that vanished before his eyes without a trace of hesitation, Shirou took a deep breath to steady himself and said, "Knight Gawain, please allow me to meet the Lion King at once."

"Why?", Gawain looked at him.

"I don't want her to go on like this!", Shirou nodded, seeing the refugees huddled together.

Up until now they still believed the Holy City was a place of salvation, an ideal land where they could escape disease and hunger.

However, those chosen are always only a few.

Those not chosen face an even more desperate reality.

"Creating slaughter, disaster, depriving humans of intellect, freedom, and life."

Shirou said earnestly, "The Saber I know shouldn't be like this! She is a king worthy of respect, worthy of your trust and faith."

"Precisely because of that, as her knight, you, who used to be proud round-table knights, how is your way of acting any different from these fallen heretics?"

"Is that so."

Gawain remained unmoved, offering an apologetic tone, "Then I regret to say, the King is not wrong; this course of action is also for the preservation of future generations."

"...So, commence the holy punishment!"

With Gawain's order.

Before the solemn knights surrounding the refugees could act, Shirou surged first.

Kacha!

The moment a pistol was cocked and the trigger pulled.

A bow had already appeared in his hands, drawn close to his body, the string like a full moon.

In an instant, twelve arrows shot forth, landing precisely into the twelve solemn knights surrounding the refugees.

"What?"

Gawain was stunned for a moment by that miraculous archery.

Then he heard Shirou say, "Fujimaru, Mash, take the refugees and get out of here!"

"...Too late!"

Snapped back to attention, Gawain immediately ordered, "FIRE."

At the same time his words fell, hundreds and thousands of arrows loosed.

From above the walls, countless arrows flew out, blotting the sky, pouring down onto the refugees.

"Projection, begin!"

Seizing the jewel sword, mana poured out like it cost nothing.

"Create conceptual identification, establish basic structural frame, replicate composition... emulate, empathy complete!"

When the spiral sword came out there was no hesitation, he threw it forth at once!

"Broken Phantasm!"

Rumble!

The noble phantasm thrown among the myriad arrows detonated.

Like tossing a torpedo into deep water.

It churned up titanic waves.

A crimson storm swept and spread across the sky, deafening.

For a moment it provoked countless refugees' screams.

Mash hurriedly shielded Fujimaru Ritsuka, "Careful, Master!"

In the gale, Gawain put a hand to his brow, his dazzling blond hair whipping in the wind.

He looked shocked, "He sacrificed his own noble phantasm for the refugees!"

As an ace from the human world, a noble phantasm is essentially the hero himself, this fellow...

"Fou, hurry!"

Tearing off his coat, Shirou began reciting an incantation, "My body is made of swords."

From the start he hadn't placed his hopes on convincing Gawain.

So there was only one thing he had to do:

"My blood is of iron and his heart of glass."

He approached Saber and demanded why she fled upon seeing him.

"Through countless battlefields undefeated."

"—Master!"

The woman hastily protected behind him looked at him uneasily.

"Fou!"

Fou leapt off Shirou's shoulder and cried out.

The woman grit her teeth, clutching her child and bowing, "Please be careful!"

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"What now? Because of Emiya Senpai's noble phantasm... the scene's a bit chaotic," Mash held her shield, quickly collecting her thoughts.

"What is happening! Are they slaughtering each other?"

The refugees panicked.

"No, I'm not one of them, please let me into the Holy City!"

"Idiot, can't you see? The Round Table knights want to kill us; that boy is fighting to protect us!"

"There are too many people, and it's too chaotic! There's no way to run with them."

Da Vinci decided at once, "Those Holy City knights intended this from the start... although they were mostly cleared, this is their main camp, reinforcements will come quickly..."

"You know what I mean, Fujimaru Ritsuka. If that boy can hold Gawain, there should still be a chance to escape..." ary light, then the Sword of Revolving Victory manifests the sun's scorching rays concentrated, an anti-city noble phantasm.

Used to sweep away all nearby enemies; its power can even cleave mountain peaks.

At this moment, held in Gawain's hand, even without releasing his true name, the blade burned with violent flames.

Without hesitation he swung the holy sword wrapped in flames at Shirou.

Its overwhelming force, the radiating fire, immediately twisted and deformed the surrounding air and ground.

Facing a tide that could melt everything, Shirou continued reciting the incantation, "The orphan is alone again, grinding diamond dust on the hill of swords."

"Ask not of heaven, burn this moment away."

The second before the flames struck.

Delicate petals opened.

"Rho Aias, The Seven Rings that Cover the Burning Heavens!"

The sun's radiance was blocked outside.

"A defensive noble phantasm?"

Seeing this, Gawain shattered the stones beneath his feet and leapt forward.

Raising the holy sword, he came before Shirou, "I won't let you succeed."

"Too late!"

As the words fell, the final line of the incantation followed: "The false body was, nevertheless, made of swords."

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