Qin Shi Big Boss

Chapter 195 Nightmare Monster
When the surrounding scenery consolidated again, Ying Zheng found that the thick fog had dispersed and the extremely cold moonlight shone down.

I am standing in the forest, not far away is a small wooden house.

Hearing vaguely a voice not far ahead, Ying Zheng walked forward unconsciously.

"...Kiritsugu, let's talk about these things later, the most urgent thing is to escape quickly. Soon those guys from the association will see through the barrier in this dense forest, we must hurry up and escape."

A middle-aged man with glasses and a sad beard was walking towards the entrance with a suitcase. Ying Zheng avoided it clearly, and then realized that the other party could not see him.

"...Are you going to run away? Go now?"

Behind the man, a little boy with black hair turned his head little by little and asked softly in a childish voice.

There was no child's innocence in his eyes.It was as if a 30-something soul had been reborn in him.

If you were to do it all over again, would you choose something like this?
Everyone has had such a dream in their hearts.

Will you repent?Will handle it better?If you don't really face these things, you won't know everything.

"Well, let's go now. Fortunately, I had expected such a day, so I planned a motorboat on the south coast in advance. This is called precautionary—"

The middle-aged man turned his back to the young man unsuspectingly, and kept muttering something in his mouth.It seems that he has already made plans to leave, and his luggage has already been packed.The reason why it has been procrastinating until now-maybe it is waiting for my child to come back.

"This is... how many times?"

With trembling hands, the boy murmured, and silently took out a pistol from his bulging trousers pocket, aimed the gun at the middle-aged man, and lightly pulled the trigger.

An unexpected, loud voice sounded.The father, who was hit by the bullet in the back of the neck, fell forward all at once.

Then Kiritsugu walked forward, and continued to shoot two more shots at the back of his head.Then he stopped and continued to shoot two shots in the back.

He stared blankly at the wooden floor gradually being stained red with blood.There is no light in the eyes.

——The next moment, the world was shattered again.Ying Zheng vaguely sensed the cold wind, looked up, and saw the extremely cold moonlight shining down.

A voice came from a small house not far ahead.

There is no doubt that my father loves himself and has full expectations of himself.I also love my father deeply and take pride in my father.

The bits and pieces of living with his father in the past ten years, the gentle emotions hidden deep under his father's resolute surface--Kiritsugu has never forgotten them all.

But the same, he also never forgot the village that was burned to ashes due to his father's research, and Xia Li's sad look.

Panting like a wild beast, frantically gnawing on Xia Li's own abilities, that waxy skin, and the rising blue and black veins - that was a nightmare that Kiritsugu would never forget in his life.

The most important thing... was because Kiritsugu himself caused the tragedy.

Before the infection of the Dead Apostles dissipated, Xia Li asked herself to kill her, but she ran away at the time.

Just because he escaped at that time, more people died one after another.If only he had complied with Xia Li's plea and had the courage to kill her with the silver dagger.In that case, even if I become a body that has lost its soul from now on, even if I can no longer rest peacefully at night... At least, so many people will not lose their lives.

——It's all my own fault.The source of all mistakes is yourself.

If this mistake is to be filled... it can only prevent such a tragedy from happening again.

And there is only one facility——

"...Kiritsugu, let's talk about these things later, the most urgent thing is to escape quickly. Soon those guys from the association will see through the barrier in this dense forest, we must hurry up and escape."

Kiritsugu opened his eyes, looking at his father's frowning gaze.For a moment, Kiritsugu's expression was vague, and his eyes were almost dead silent.

Can't remember how many times.It's just an illusion anyway.

"...It's just an illusion."

Kiritsugu muttered repeatedly as if in self-hypnosis, facing his father's back and took out the pistol again.

Such recurring phantoms have been repeated hundreds of times, and it is indeed like mental torture.He has had the memory before he fell into hallucinations from the very beginning, so he knows best that the enemy's purpose is nothing more than to shake his own energy and defeat his own will.

The reason why the phantoms will continue to overlap and repeat, must be because I am walking on the correct strategy.

Next, it is the confrontation between perseverance and magic.As long as I keep restarting the illusion, sooner or later the magic power in this magic will be exhausted.

And this was not the most difficult thing for Kiritsugu.Kiritsugu could no longer turn back.

Even if there is only the slightest hesitation and hesitation, all the price paid so far, all the sacrifices, will become worthless.No one is a special case, there is only one unit by which one weighs one's life - it is precisely because of this idea that Kiritsugu is not broken now.

Once again, he asked his father's back: "...Are you going to run away? Go now?"

"Well, let's go now. Fortunately, I had expected such a day, so I planned a motorboat on the south coast in advance. This is called precautionary—"

The middle-aged man turned his back to Kiritsugu unsuspectingly, muttering something incessantly.

As long as he continued to pull the trigger, it would be fine, but Kiritsugu's finger suddenly couldn't use any force for a moment, he had exhausted all his strength, but he still couldn't pull the trigger.

Even knowing that this is just an illusion, a thought that should never exist still sprouted after a hundred times of overlapping:

...if, only if.

If he hadn't killed his father at the beginning... what would happen in the future?

——After being silent for a long time, Emiya Kiritsugu gradually put down the pistol.

In a place that Kiritsugu couldn't see, not far from his side, Sikan silently watched all of this.

"give up halfway."

As if afraid of disturbing Kiritsugu, Rider said softly in a very low voice: "It's a pity. It's only the last bit..."

He looked at Kiritsugu with pity in his eyes.

Weber on the side was already speechless.

A loop is only 30 seconds long.At the very beginning, Kiritsugu's eyes were indifferent, and his hands were merciless.But now, he finally hesitated.

This is not some kind of chance based on chance.They watched as Kiritsugu's eyes lost their light bit by bit, until now they finally gave up resistance, it was only a matter of course.

The illusion in Kiritsugu was the same as all of them.It's all an endless loop about something that scares me the most.

Kiritsugu's judgment was actually right.As long as you admit your mistakes, you can restart the cycle, and when the magic power is exhausted, the illusion will naturally stop.

But Caster seems to be particularly partial to Kiritsugu.Even Archer, who overlapped the most among them, escaped after only overlapping a dozen times, the only one who held a deep hatred for Kiritsugu, almost all his magic power was devoted to Kiritsugu.

But even so, where Kiritsugu didn't notice, the corners of the room had already started to dissolve into nothingness.Even when the file was read again, the four people who had been evacuated and arranged on the surface of the room had already begun to discover that they were on the scene.

Only once or twice at most, the illusion is over.If you surrender before then, you will probably wake up all the time.

"dad……"

Suddenly, the young Kiritsugu asked: "Isn't it really okay not to do the study of the Dead Apostles?"

"That's right. Didn't you answer it before? The body bound by the fate of death is really far away from the 'origin'."

Emiya Jixian recalled meekly: "At least before your generation, I have to study the countermeasures for longevity. This way, when you wait until your generation, you don't have to worry about other things."

"In other words, Dad loves me now."

Kiritsugu asked in a somewhat hoarse voice.

Feeling that Kiritsugu seemed a little uneasy, Emiya Noriken came to his senses, squatted down and hugged Kiritsugu, comforting him: "Of course, of course dad loves you."

"So..."

Kiritsugu nodded expressionlessly, and then pulled the trigger.

The loud voice sounded three times one after another.The hit point is Emiya Tokiken's heart.

Then Kiritsugu gently pushed Emiya Noriken away, and put a last shot on his forehead with no expression on his face.

"Thank you... Dad..."

Looking at his father's slightly open, empty arms, Kiritsugu choked up, "Thank you...thank you..."

He could barely make a sound. He slowly squatted on the ground and hugged his head, letting out heart-rending screams.

Kiritsugu wailed hysterically, letting out meaningless roars one after another as if venting, until his voice was completely hoarse.

After a long time, he slowly stood up, holding on to the bloody suitcase that gradually began to disappear, with a stubborn look in his eyes.

"...It's not over yet."

From the choked throat came Kiritsugu's almost enchanted voice: "I have the Holy Grail...it's not too late...I have a miracle that can overthrow luck..."

The reality is not a fairy tale. In order to save the majority, someone must die.If there are more happy parties being protected than poor ones, then the world will be closer to being rescued.

Even if there are countless corpses under your feet.If there are lives saved, then the most important thing is these protected lives.

"I want...to save the world."

Kiritsugu muttered, repeating his original thoughts, and stood up.

The mirage dissipated, Kiritsugu looked at the four silent people who were close at hand, as if he hadn't seen anything, didn't understand anything, just looked around with emotionless eyes, and found Archer among them.

"Go, Archer."

He made a hoarse and dull voice. Archer's silent spiritual body followed.

After the two walked away, a magic gun slowly emerged from the air and was held in Ying Zheng's hand.

"Although it feels like this shouldn't be your fault, but I don't know why, I'm just very upset right now, Ryunosuke... No, Caster."

Ying Zheng murmured into the air in a low voice: "I think so, it's your fault."

"...Let's go, kid."

Rider said in a deep voice, "Leave the rest to Berserker."

Afterwards, he reached out and grabbed Weber's shoulder, and walked into the dense fog without looking back.

The next moment, behind Rider, a fiery pillar of fire pierced through the universe.

The fiery flame that penetrated through the thick fog and almost illuminated the entire night sky exploded from Ying Zheng's body!

Fiery murderous aura surged from Ying Zheng's body, scorching the air dry.

A dark red flame as dense as lava moved slowly on his body, burning ferociously.

That is the flame from hell that cannot be seen, smelled, or touched——

Seeing the ghost-like Ying Zheng walking out of the pillar of fire wrapped in flames all over his body, Caster just tilted his head calmly without any fear.

The tall man, who looked like a demon from a fairy tale, frowned.His eyes are as pure as a child's and full of disgust, giving people the feeling of a child's ghost, and his unusually thin body, which is only half a head shorter than Rider, reminds people of evil spirits.

"Why is that so?"

Caster looked puzzled, looked at him and asked sincerely: "They are all murderers, why would you rather pity the poor ghosts who have achieved nothing and keep abandoning everything, and are not happy to give art a little more tolerance?"

"Is it just because he is more miserable? Because he behaves more pitifully? Is that what a crying child has candy?"

Looking straight at Ying Zheng without fear or flinching, Caster's voice became louder and his expression gradually became agitated: "Why is it always like this? It's been like this since childhood - it's their fault, but why do you only need them to apologize? , can't the children who are bullied be investigated?"

"Why do you always have to forgive? Is it okay if I don't want to forgive? Why does everyone have to forgive him as long as he shows pity and repentance? The man and his adopted son killed countless people! Those who were killed lost their lives! Shouldn’t they be the ones who are pitied?”

Fighting back fiercely, Caster shook his arms excitedly, and the expression on his face distorted: "Ryunosuke has no grievances or grudges against him, and he has no malice towards him, so he was murdered like this! You don't want to You will know how powerful Ryunosuke is, and you will never know what you have done!"

"Ah... yes, I don't know what I did, a hundred thousand why sir."

Ying Zheng couldn't help sarcasm: "But I thought, your brain is still at the preschool level. Which eye of yours saw that we forgive the guy? There must be a limit to the brain."

"Why do you think I want to kill you out of pity for Kiritsugu?"

Ying Zheng grinned, exhaled steaming white steam, and mocked in a hoarse and low voice: "The story you showed us is really shit, can't you feel it yourself?"

hit link.The results are outstanding.

"Varied--"

Caster's eyes widened, and the roar suddenly fell silent, and it simply got stuck in his throat.

"It's also possible that Ryunosuke does have superhuman abilities, but your reference... really can't be more despicable. Even if it's a tribute, it's not enough, idiot."

Ying Zheng stopped in front of him and scolded mercilessly.

It wasn't words that were sharp and light like a scalpel, but rather a forged steel hammer that simply broke Caster's disguise.

That's something Caster never noticed... or maybe it's a mistake in his determination.

He imagined himself as Jackie Ryunosuke.Learn from his tone, learn from his voice, learn from his way of thinking... But, the only thing that cannot be learned from his ability.

He is just a nursery rhyme.He can also be a critic, but he has never been able to be a creator.

Even with a fake body.He himself is just a collection of stories.

That's right, I was wrong.

Caster suddenly understood.

Not quite the same as the dark guy said... due to another thing.When he found out in front of others under the guise of Ryunosuke's name, he was already wrong.

At first, he just wanted Ryunosuke to continue to live in his own inherent barrier, and he just wanted to collect magic power to revive him... At first, all Caster held was such a convenient hope.

"...After all, when..."

Caster's voice couldn't help being hoarse, his eyes were filled with mixed feelings, his knees trembled violently, and he almost fell to his knees.

——When exactly did his wish become "wanting to become Ryunosuke"?
"... Ryunosuke ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

He wept bitterly, and his whole body trembled violently like an electric shock.

No matter Ying Zheng was already standing in front of him, Caster hugged his head in pain, fell to his knees wearily, and howled.

"……Pitiful."

Ying Zheng sighed, and slowly raised the magic gun that was burning with raging flames.It whimpered and rolled in the air, then grabbed it backwards and pressed it against Caster's back.

Ying Zheng's arm was suffocated in the air for a moment, and then continued to fall.

stab-

The magic spear, as powerful as a sharp cone, simply pierced Caster's body completely, nailing him firmly to the ground.Terrible heat passed over, almost scorching his internal organs.

"Ugh!"

Coughing in pain, Caster struggled violently, spitting out charred flesh.

His back and chest were scorched black, and the scorched black lines like spider webs slowly dispersed over time.

For anyone, that is a fatal injury that is enough to take life instantly.But to the Servant who didn't hit the spiritual core, it was just an extremely powerful blow.

But even so, if you don't struggle, you will surely die.

Just for a moment, suddenly heat gushed out from Caster's crimson skin.First his clothes, then his hair, and finally Caster's entire body was set ablaze.

Simultaneously, the thick white fog that Fuyuki City was immersed in also violently turbulent.Like a transparent fire circle sweeping across, the quiet white dense fog burns in groups and turns into a raging fire.The two groups of Rider and Archer walking through the dense fog in the distance stopped suddenly, looking around cautiously.

The house burned and collapsed with a bang.The plantation was ignited, burning like a torch standing on the ground.The ground was scorched until it was scorched black, and thick smoke filled the entire city in an instant.

In just a split second, Fuyuki City, which was so quiet that there was no popularity, completely turned into a hell on earth.

But this is not the reason why Ying Zheng's strength is too strong.

If you look carefully, you will find that there is nothing in the burned and collapsed houses-not only no people, but apart from the thin shell on the outside of the house, there is not even furniture inside.

An empty and uninteresting imagination.

Even though the veins of this land continued, and a lot of magic power was drawn from the five Yingzhengs, Caster did nothing.It is indeed like the animation producers who spent a lot of money but only made puppet shows in the past.

... If it was Ryunosuke, wouldn't he have been able to create a brand new world with his unrestrained imagination that day?

Caster stopped struggling and murmured silently.

He replied that it was still burning slightly, gradually turning into spirit particles and disappearing into pieces of flesh and blood, feeling a different sense of beauty for the first time.

At that moment, he suddenly recalled the satisfied and happy smile on Ryunosuke's face when he was dying.

..., the one-sided me who doesn't understand anything?
Caster sighed, suddenly enlightened.

But, it's too late.

But at least one thing must be done...

Muttering, the flames all over Caster's body intensified, and the dazzling rainbow-like flames gradually surged up, engulfing him completely.

The entire fictitious city also ignited this rainbow-like transparent flame, turned into the most primitive magic power, and then acquired a new shape.

"At least... I can do this."

Strongly believing in himself, Caster showed such a happy smile for the first time.

From above the horizon, the virtual city and the night sky are all turned into fuel, burning quietly and rapidly.The world is becoming blank at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At the same time, from countless chambers burning with transparent flames like a rainbow, unspeakable monsters silhouetted from the void, filling their shapes with flame.

——It is indeed like hatching from a burning egg.

Trembling and wriggling flesh, wet and cracked eyeballs, a single butterfly drawn by crayons, dark tentacles like branches and leaves of plants, walking headless corpses, thrushes that are crystal clear like black crystals...

All the things created by Ryunosuke are now reproduced by Caster with the magical power of Fuyuki City's leylines.

The only difference is that the model is slightly larger.

Seeing the wind, it rises, a piece of meat as big as a hill; the eyeballs that are more than two meters high, only one is the size of a palm, and hundreds of empty butterflies are stacked together; The corpse, and 24 thrushes that are half as tall as one side.

The ratios of their increases are different, but they are undoubtedly extremely hostile and offensive.

From the moment they were discovered, they launched a fierce attack on Ying Zheng and the two groups of Rider and Archer.

As far as Yingzheng could see, countless monsters were fabricated and born, and the momentum swept over.

"Oh, it's kind of interesting."

Ying Zheng raised his eyebrows.

...It is indeed like the illusion that something was swept into the dragon egg area by a finishing touch.

It is not so much an army of monsters as it is a lair of monsters.Many of these monsters are not suitable for fighting, but they fly out in one go.

Compared with the hybrid monster created from the residents' nightmares, such a distinct individual looks more comfortable.

The corners of Ying Zheng's mouth parted slightly, revealing a joyful smile.

——Finally clear.

(End of this chapter)