Rebirth in the Soul Street: Becoming a Demon King in Another World

The axe and sword tore through the air, leaving hideous scars on the ground. The strong figure with flying hair looked like a monster from hell.

Zheng!

A long sword whose entity could not be seen collided with the giant axe and the long sword, making a deafening noise.

This attack seemed to tear the entire space apart, and endless energy surged between the two, forming a dazzling light. The surrounding air was also distorted by this powerful force, as if the end of the world was approaching.

However, a moment later!

boom!

Under the huge force, the petite silver-armored figure flew backwards like a cannonball and smashed directly into the city wall.

"Is this all a swordsman can do?"

The silver-haired girl in the purple robe had a scornful smile on her face.

"Outsiders must have their own awareness. The Holy Grail is not something you can touch."

Countless silver threads extended from his hands, each of which sparkled with brilliant silver light, as dazzling as the Milky Way.

Die! Really die!

The chill that penetrated straight into his soul caused the boy's pupils to shrink like needles, and he instinctively raised the dagger in his hand to block it.

Click!

The silver thread looked as soft as silk, as if it would float with a gentle blow, but at the moment of touch, it showed unimaginable toughness and sharpness.

The dagger touched the silver wire, making a crisp metallic breaking sound, and then the dagger was cut into two pieces by the silver wire without any resistance.

This scene was amazing. No one would have thought that the seemingly fragile silver thread could possess such powerful strength.

Blood flowers bloom!

The fragments of the flying dagger cut the boy's face, but at the last moment, he finally jumped out of the coverage of the silver thread.

"Do you really want to kill me?" the red-haired boy asked, but was met with another round of attacks.

calm! calm!

The fleeing boy breathed heavily, forcing reason back into his mind.

The girl in front of him who seemed to be crazy could be said to be the strongest enemy he had ever encountered.

What should I do? Help?

No, all your efforts will fail!

But, the girl's attack could really kill me, so why didn't she hold back?

By the way, as long as I can find that feeling again when facing the bugs, I will be able to block the silver thread and then get behind the girl. I will have a chance of winning.

A body as fragile as that could be made to cry with just one punch!

No, what on earth was I thinking?

The sky was filled with flying silver threads, each of which could easily tear the boy's body apart, but the boy running among them could still let his thoughts fly.

"That boy, Emiya Shirou, right? He adapts so quickly!"

In the orange boundary space, everyone watching looked surprised.

It only took a few minutes for him to go from stumbling around with difficulty to dodging the silver threads to moving through them comfortably.

"Is it a trap? Or..."

Another spectator of the battle stroked his fingers, his eyes as cold as a pond.

Ever since Sasaki Kojiro's attack, the Fuyuki Shelter has been covered by a magical barrier, isolating it from all outside detection.

But when the magic circle dissipated, there was no one left in the shelter. It took a whole day of waiting before there was movement again in the shelter.

Berserker! Swordsman!

During the beast tide, they were fighting in different areas and the two did not intersect, but what about when the shelter was covered by the magic circle?

The ordinary people in the shelter should have been rescued and left, and perhaps the only ones left now are the Masters.

"Medea, do you think this could be a trap?"

Soichiro Kuzuki looked at the woman beside him. The shadow of the warm sun was reflected in the cold pond.

The woman was wearing an indigo-purple robe, with long blue hair and eyes. A braid was faintly visible next to her elf-like pointed left ear. Her simple, pure and beautiful face made her look like a saint in a secluded place.

But she has a bad reputation that is completely inconsistent with her appearance, "the witch of betrayal"!

Medea is the unfortunate princess of Colchis in Greek mythology, the first wife of the hero Jason, and the cruel and merciless witch.

"There are now a total of eight pairs of enemies. Sasaki killed one master, leaving seven pairs. I believe someone is observing the battlefield like us."

Medea's purple lips moved slightly.

"Let's wait and see for a while. If their fight really reaches a life-and-death level, then let Sasaki go."

Behind the two men, the swordsman in purple kimono shrouded in black fog was also staring at the battlefield, his dark eyes like the abyss.

Kojiro Sasaki is a sub-servant summoned by Medea through the gate of Ryudo Temple with her own magic. He is the invincible swordsman in the legend of Yingdao.

But an accident occurred during the summoning. Sasaki was infected by an unknown curse. The power contained in his body even frightened the summoner Medea.

If she could not still feel the contractual connection with Sasa, which allowed her to erase his existence at any time, she might have already fled with Soichiro.

By summoning Sasaki, she had intended to keep Soichiro hidden and use him as a tool to quickly win the Holy Grail War and keep him out of danger.

But Sasaki's change and the evil aura that was difficult to conceal eventually exposed Sasaki's existence.

What surprised Medea was that Soichiro's desire for the Holy Grail at this moment even surpassed her. That undisguised desire gave her a bad premonition, but she could not grasp the key.

……

That feeling when facing a bug! Feeling!

His consciousness sank into the broken sword in his hand, guiding the magic power into...

In the life-and-death crisis of shuttling through the silver threads, Shirou Emiya was still able to control his spiritual power freely.

Magic power flows into the Broken Blade, simulating, constructing, and connecting itself according to the magic circuits in its body...

Just like stabbing a red-hot iron rod into the spine, the burning magic circuit, through the simulated circuit, the power and the broken sword are connected through magic.

Unexpectedly smooth!

It worked!

--strengthen

Shirou Emiya showed a look of joy, and this time he did not dodge. He swung his broken sword and met the silver thread again.

click!

The crisp sound of the explosion shocked both sides of the battle!

It's broken, but it's a silver thread!

He stimulated the characteristics of his own recovery circuit. He did it!

But Shirou Emiya was also extremely surprised. He thought he could only block the silver thread, but he didn't expect to cut it off so easily.

"It's my turn to attack." Emiya Shirou's fighting spirit rose.

The young man, who had been running in the silver threads for a long time, did not show any sign of fatigue, and his speed was even faster!

In a certain time and space, a young man who fought his way through the Holy Grail War overnight began to show off his talent.

Dodge, run, strengthen, swing the sword, Emiya Shirou's movements are done in one go, as if he had undergone countless trainings.

He is clearly a green hand, but he is like a seasoned veteran!

"This kid is simply a fighting genius!" Tata exclaimed, and put his arm around Kiritsugu Emiya's shoulders. "Kiritsugu, you really picked up a treasure!"

"Of course. This is a gift from God!" Emiya Kiritsugu said expressionlessly.

Countless people passed away, but only one child survived. How could this not be a treasure? How could this not be a gift from God?

Shirou is the son of God, destined to be extraordinary.

"How could this happen?" Illya's little face showed panic, not understanding how this outsider, who had no ability to fight back, could suddenly turn the situation around.

However, just as she was stunned, the red-haired boy had already cut through countless silver threads and came to her side.

"you lose!"

Shirou Emiya threw a punch with the joy of victory, but at the moment of punching, he also retracted his strength.

It was too heavy. Could it really make her cry?

"is it?"

But the silver-haired girl suddenly turned her head, the panic on her face was gone, replaced by a slight smile.

The girl raised her robe and grasped his arm with her small hand nimbly. Then, she burst out with a strength that was totally inconsistent with her weak appearance.

Violent over the shoulder, fall!

boom!

With skillful and powerful movements and a beautiful shoulder throw, Shirou Emiya made close contact with the ground.

Under the heavy blow, Emiya Shirou's consciousness blurred for a moment, and everything in front of his eyes was dark, but he could faintly hear the girl's triumphant voice.

"I got full marks in my fighting class!"

Fighting is a course that has always existed in the Magic Hall, and the instructor of this course is the Knight of the Holy Seat!

The magicians in the Magic Palace do not just stand far away and cast magic!