Please Play Fate/GO With Me

It has multiple limited forms, and the one currently deployed is the Grim Reaper:

It has the effect of automatically absorbing large amounts of mana and devouring surrounding spirits, thereby strengthening the holder's physical functions, and can interfere with the exercise of Magecraft to a certain extent.

High heat and stinging caused red liquid to flow from his eye sockets, but the analysis was successfully completed. After understanding the essence of the Noble Phantasm, effective strengthening and modification could be carried out.

At this moment, the Grim Reaper changed under the control of the Mystic Eyes. The scythe blade flashed with a phosphorescent blue light, and then flames rose, transforming into a scythe-shaped dark blue flame.

The blue fire was not scorching. This was not a flame that brought light and heat to mortal lives, but a pale flame that guided the dead. The firelight flickered with the wind, making a slight sound, like the soft call of the god of the underworld to his residents.

At this moment, the scythe was fundamentally strengthened, and both the amount absorbed and the power increased several times.

"Refreshing! Refreshing! I've never felt better than I do right now!!!" Ade let out a joyful shout, causing the puppets underground to raise their heads one after another.

"I'm going in. I'll leave the Servants to you." With that, Shirou jumped off the roof.

"I know! Shirou-senpai, please be careful!" Gudako replied.

"Then let's go too!" Artoria and Black Saber nodded, putting on their battle armor.

In front of the colorful gate towers of Kabukicho, the elaborate puppets began to sing strangely and surrounded the boy.

When the boy landed on the ground, the Grim Reaper switched off the circuit for absorbing mana from the atmosphere and instead concentrated all its functions on absorbing the residual souls within the puppets.

The scythe swung down instantly, and the row of elaborate puppets in front fell to the ground one after another.

The scythe did not hit the puppets underground, but like a machine that had lost power, it stopped operating. This was because the thing that supported the physical body's movement had disappeared...

The hearts inside the puppets stopped beating, and the half-dead lives finally found release. The souls slowly dissipated in the air, returning to primordial nature.

Under the effect of the engraving, the boy and the Grim Reaper were connected. As the residual souls were absorbed into the scythe, his body also received the mana from the residual souls. Various negative emotions such as pain, despair, and wailing filled his heart, and his physical abilities were constantly being enhanced.

The elaborate puppets from all directions stepped on the fallen empty shells and lunged towards the boy surrounded in the center.

But they were too slow, posing no threat at all.

The boy leaped lightly, instantly jumping three meters into the air, dodging the pincer attack of the surrounding puppets. At this moment, the boy displayed a speed that was considered excellent even among Lancer class Servants.

Then, with an aerial flip, he turned his body, and the scythe in his hand turned into a crescent-shaped arc of light, sweeping across the ground and knocking away the puppets gathering around.

There were obvious bloodstains on both sides of his cheeks, but the boy was completely unaware. His eyes, which looked at the elaborate puppets, were human eyes, but they were as lifeless as dead fish, merely executing orders to attack the intruders.

However, the boy could hear the screams of the residual souls inside the puppets' inner shells.

'It hurts, it's so painful, save me...'

'It would be better to be killed than to live like this...'

"Release me..."

The world here, known as a demonic realm, had almost no good people left, only a few lingering villains.

But even evil deeds were not beyond redemption. Both men and women still possessed a glimmer of humanity. At least the desire to live desperately was not wrong.

Yet, they were unfortunately forcibly stripped of their bodies and bound within the empty shells of the puppets. The residual souls in the lifeless bodies were screaming in pain, begging for help, hoping for an end to it all.

"Yes, there are too many unreasonable things in this world. It's okay, I'll release you now," Shirou said softly.

The dark blue flames rose high, transforming into a flame scythe blade over three meters long, turning into a stream of light. The row of elaborate puppets in front immediately fell.

The blue firelight danced in the dark night, turning into azure fire lotuses, and the pitiful residual souls were released one by one.

Finally, the boy, carrying the Grim Reaper on his shoulder, stood on a small mountain formed by hundreds of fallen puppet shells.

"Hahaha! I've eaten my fill, eaten my fill! Shirou, your eyes are super strong! I haven't eaten this heartily in a long time!" Ade, inside the scythe, opened his eyes and laughed heartily.

At this moment, the girls who were fighting the two Berserkers in front of them had completely cut down Empress Christina, and the battle was nearing its end.

As Shirou walked down the puppet mountain and intended to go forward to help them.

'Swish!'

A cold light rapidly flew towards the boy's back.

At the critical moment, Shirou sensed danger and dodged to the side.

The arrow, burning with dark blue fire, instantly pierced the cement ground in front. If he hadn't dodged, his heart would likely have been pierced.

Immediately after, several more arrows spewing flames flew over.

Shirou swung the Grim Reaper, sweeping towards the arrows.

When the scythe touched them, he felt a shock in his palm. The arrows were very powerful, and it took Shirou considerable effort to block all of them.

"As a Servant, to choose to ambush from behind with such exquisite archery skills, are you an Assassin?" The boy looked towards the dark corner on the roof of the building behind him.

"Come out! The stench of the sewer rats has already given you away!" Ade shouted.

At this moment, a black-haired, black-skinned man emerged from the shadows. His handsome face now wore a sinister smile, and he said without any concern, "What? As long as I can kill you, there's no problem."

His clothes revealed some unsightly and ominous black mud, and he held a peculiar bow in his hand.

When he clearly saw the divine bow with blue flames burning on its string in the man's hand, Shirou frowned. As an enthusiast of Kyudo, he immediately recognized the other party's identity.

"Hey, hey, a final boss-like guy suddenly appeared, and he's a stinky, dark, and hard monster." Ade said with disgust.

"That is the divine bow Gāndīva of the fire god Agni. Are you the Indian famous 'Heaven-Blessed Hero,' Arjuna's Alter?" Shirou asked warily, looking at the man. If that were the case, then the enemy he faced would be a top-tier Servant empowered by the Holy Grail.

Chapter 93: The Holy Lance and Divine Bow Duel

In the Mahabharata, one of the two great epics of ancient India, the Great Hero stands as one of its central figures. His importance is arguably second only to King Arthur from the legends of the Thirteen Knights of the Round Table. Chosen by the gods, Arjuna is upright, brave, and skilled in combat. He embodies the ideal Kshatriya (the second caste, specifically referring to 'warriors' and 'nobles') of ancient India, his presence permeating the entire epic.

The epic recounts the story of two princes from the Kuru Kingdom, 'Pandu' and 'Dhritarashtra', vying for territory. Dhritarashtra, the eldest son, was blind from birth and fathered 100 sons, led by Duryodhana. Pandu, on the other hand, fathered five sons, all conceived through prayers to the gods, each possessing unique divine abilities.

After Pandu's death, Dhritarashtra, with his 100 sons, seized the throne and exiled Pandu's five sons abroad.

Arjuna is the third of Pandu's five sons. Together with his four brothers—Yudhishthira, Bhima, Nakula, and Sahadeva—he married Draupadi, the princess of a neighboring kingdom. After experiencing various adventures and gaining the support of many nations, they demanded half the territory from Dhritarashtra's hundred sons. However, their request was refused, thus igniting the Great War of Kuru.

Pandu's five sons were all highly skilled in martial arts.

Meanwhile, Duryodhana, the leader of Dhritarashtra's hundred sons, befriended Karna, who was orphaned and of common birth. Duryodhana crowned Karna as king, forging a deep friendship.

Thus, the 'Hero of Charity' and the 'God-Given Hero', half-brothers with entirely opposite destinies, engaged in a fated confrontation.

The story concluded with the victory of Pandu's five sons.

After the great war, Pandu's five sons passed the throne to their descendants. The five brothers, along with their shared wife Draupadi, entered the Himalayas for ascetic practices, eventually ascending to heaven.

However, the Heroic Spirit before the young man was slightly different. Unlike the Great Hero Arjuna, who loathed showing his smile, this figure shamelessly bared a twisted, wicked grin.

"That's not right. It's more fitting to call me 'Karna', Arjuna's other side, hahaha! Shirou Emiya! You've kept me waiting for a long time. Though it's not boring at all in this city where one can freely kill and plunder." The man wore an evil smile befitting a major villain, black mud writhing on his body like earthworms.

"Another black mud Heroic Spirit? What is your purpose in targeting me? You've even pursued me to another world, you're quite persistent." Shirou asked, frowning.

"Purpose? There's no such thing! If you insist, it's for revenge. Killing you won't change anything, but it's the mission I was summoned for, so you might as well die!" The man named 'Karna' displayed his most wicked smile and swiftly drew his bowstring, firing several streaks of blue light.

The blue arrows, empowered by divine fire, moved with astonishing speed, reaching the youth in an instant. They simultaneously locked onto five points: his hands, feet, and torso.

Shirou spun the Scythe of the Grim Reaper, transforming it into a rapidly rotating disc that swept the blue arrows away.

"Hehehe! You're in a strange state right now, aren't you? Well, it's not impossible for you to be a Faker, but what about your proud Projection Magecraft? Your black and white dual swords? Why are you using a scythe? Are you going to become a Vaishya (the third caste) and farm the land?"

"This is too ridiculous. If you kneel and beg for mercy now, I might spare you, hahaha!" the man cackled.

His laughter abruptly ceased.

Four iron swords materialized out of thin air and flew downwards, piercing towards the man's mouth. Below them, another four iron swords ascended from below, aiming for his body.

The divine bow and the iron swords clashed, sparks flying and ringing out. The man hastily blocked the flying swords one by one with his bow.

"Swords? I have as many as you want. Can you handle them?" Shirou asked with a light chuckle.

"I take back my words. You've made me furious. I will definitely kill you! In the most painful way, until you bleed to death." The man looked coldly at the youth, his killing intent causing the black mud on his face to ripple.

"I think there's only one thing you can't do!" Shirou brandished his scythe and charged at the black mud Heroic Spirit.

Having absorbed hundreds of spiritual bodies, the youth, now enhanced by his Spiritron Dress, unleashed incredible speed.

However, the black mud Heroic Spirit's burst of speed was even faster. Every time the youth thought he was catching up, the distance would widen again.

After several exchanges, the youth could only barely fight the black mud Heroic Spirit to a draw using Projection.

"Hey, is that all you've got? It seems you're really not the real Arjuna. Dealing with you isn't too difficult, is it?" Shirou taunted.

"Hehehe! You really dare to say that! How about trying this move! Die! Die! With Shiva's wrath, I'll make you perish here—Divine Bow Pashupatastra!" The man activated his Noble Phantasm, releasing a dazzling orb of light from his hand that ascended into the sky.

An aura of destruction emanated from the white light, as if everything it touched would be reduced to nothingness.

"Ade!!" Shirou shouted.

"Got it!" The eyes on the Scythe of the Grim Reaper widened, changing its form and releasing double the energy it had previously absorbed. At this moment, it unleashed the second stage of its seal.

"Holy Lance, deploy, shining at the end of the world (Rhongomyniad)—!"

The Holy Lance in the youth's hand emitted a brilliant golden light, transforming into a massive golden pillar that collided with the white light.

Even when facing the power of a destructive god, it displayed an invincible aura.

The golden light overpowered the white light, and the sacred golden pillar pushed the white light, impacting the black Heroic Spirit behind it.

"It's not over yet! In the flames of the fire god Agni, turn to dust!—Agni Gandiva!"

The other side of the god-given hero Arjuna also activated at this moment, his second Noble Phantasm, Agni Gandiva, along with the Divine Bow Pashupatastra.

The magic cannon of blue flames merged with the white orb of light, colliding with the shining golden radiance released by the Holy Lance. The massive energy mass continued to expand, with blue and golden light respectively enveloping their sides, dyeing the surroundings with their hues.

At this moment, the surroundings were engulfed in intense light. On one side, both tall buildings and the ground turned blue, while on the other, it was a golden splendor. The earth trembled, and fierce winds howled. Hundreds of puppets piled into a small mountain were swallowed by the light, then lifted by the high pressure of the collision, instantly turning into dust and debris.

The energies released by the Noble Phantasms canceled each other out. The entire street was enveloped in blinding light at this moment, rendering everything invisible.

At this time, a shadow lunged towards the black mud Heroic Spirit. Before the dazzling light completely dissipated, Shirou leaped high, swinging the Scythe of the Grim Reaper towards the black mud Heroic Spirit's neck, intending to claim it.

Chapter 94: Gudako Has Been Kidnapped

In the still-fading light, the sharp scythe blade was less than ten centimeters from the black mud Heroic Spirit's neck.

In one second, the victor would be decided.

At this very instant, 'Karna' revealed a sinister grin. Like a cunning fox toying with its hunter, he didn't retreat but charged forward. With his magic at full power, the black mud Heroic Spirit, blessed by the fire god Agni, unleashed intense blue flames from its back, propelling him forward like a rocket booster.

Normally, due to the damage it would inflict on his body, he only used this ability to accelerate his arrows. However, with his body being repaired by the black mud, the damage was minimized, allowing him to repeatedly utilize it to change the tide of battle.

This time, he used this ability to seize victory.

Before the scythe blade could connect, the black mud Heroic Spirit accelerated instantly, closing the distance to Shirou. The arrowhead of his bow was placed against Shirou's abdomen.

For a being of his caliber, close-quarters combat did not hinder his archery skills in the slightest.

He drew the bowstring and fired. A blue afterimage of immense power directly pierced the youth's body. The blood-stained arrow shot out from his back, leaving a gaping hole. A large amount of blood gushed from the wound.

"Waaah!!" Shirou's eyes widened, and he slumped his head weakly. Blood dripped continuously from the ground, some of it coughed up from his mouth. A large amount of blood flowed from the hole in his abdomen onto the ground, forming puddles in the depressions. He could feel his life draining away...

"Hahahahaha! Looks like I've won. Savor this feeling of despair, and then die!" the black mud Servant laughed, his twisted heart experiencing supreme joy at this moment.

"Cough, cough... Finally... I've got you!" The boy, head lowered, suddenly reached out and grabbed the black mud Servant's bow-holding hand.

"What?" The black mud Servant looked in astonishment at the boy who should have been dead. He had destroyed the source of magic sustaining the boy's Spiritron Dress, and even with a gaping hole in his stomach, a true Servant would have been defeated by now.

But at this moment, the boy's hand was tightly gripping him.

He felt a dangerous aura emanating from the boy and wanted to break free and retreat, but the boy's grip tightened powerfully, making escape impossible.

"Let go!" The black mud Servant's body erupted with blue flames again, and he exerted all his strength to break free from the boy's grasp.

"You won't escape!" Shirou endured the searing pain of the flames, his left hand still firmly gripping the black mud Servant's hand, preventing him from moving. His right hand clenched the scythe, instantly unleashing its greatest power as he swung it down.

"Damn you Aaaaaaa!" The black mud Servant's body was torn by the sharp scythe blade, ripping from his abdomen. He was finally cut into two halves. After two dull thuds, the black mud Servant fell to the ground, blue soul fire emanating from his wounds, burning his core.

At the cost of his own injuries, the boy had won this difficult battle.

In fact, after arriving in this world, meeting Artoria, and forming a contract with her, even though it was just a verbal agreement, the sheath within the boy's body had been activated.

The 'black' one, healed by the black mud, moved incredibly fast. Even if he managed to get close and win, the opponent would have escaped.

Of course, Shirou didn't have any better methods either.

He had simply gambled with the only method he had that could possibly defeat the opponent.

"It's regrettable, but the Goddess of Victory is on my side now. There's no reason for me to lose," Shirou said, clutching his abdomen as he looked at the black mud Servant on the ground. The wound was slowly healing.

"Why do you, a Faker, have something like that inside you? Hehehehe!" the dark-skinned man said, laughing as if mocking something.

The black mud Servant seemed to recall something and said with a sinister grin, "Right, if I disappear, the Demon Pillars are still waiting for you. After all, it's a commission from the Counter Force, so you'd better take over the job that 'Emiya' was supposed to do here."

"What's going on?" Shirou asked, looking at the black mud Servant who was already beginning to fade.