Chapter 186

The most urgent task now is to get rid of that prisoner immediately. If Shirou's understanding is correct, these people are trying to create panic in Lungmen.

The reason for choosing a concert venue is simply because there are many people there.

The division of labor among the opposing side was also very clear: one person would attract the attention of the Knights of the Round Table outside, while the other four would seize the opportunity to plant explosives at the concert venue.

And those people actually said it was for the infected...

The consequences of such an action are obvious even without Shirou's deliberation.

That is, their actions will only make the infected people's position in Lungmen even more precarious.

It's important to understand that Lungmen is already a relatively lenient city when it comes to infected people; in other places, they might have been driven out long ago.

Their actions did nothing to help the infected in Lungmen; in fact, they made their lives even more difficult.

Thinking this, Shirou prepared to Projection his Noble Phantasms to destroy his opponent along with the explosives on his body in one fell swoop. The moment the Projection happened, Shirou felt the voice emerge from his mind.

The screams of men, the shrieks of women, the cries of children...

Numerous voices simultaneously appeared in Shirou's mind, and he also felt a little breathless.

The intense pain caused him to exhale all the air from his lungs, making it impossible for him to breathe.

"Ah... ah ah..."

Kneeling on the ground, Shirou no longer cared about his physical problems.

The images and sounds flashing through his mind stimulated Shirou's nerves again and again.

The suffering of those infected on this land, the tears of those infected on this land.

And the anger of the infected towards this land.

Shirou was no stranger to this feeling; it was as if he had come into contact with the All the World's Evil.

A constant stream of negative emotions began to erode Shirou.

"We need to... sort things out here first..."

Gritting his teeth, Shirou forced himself to ignore the sounds and images.

Compared to the All the World's Evil, aren't these just a drop in the ocean?

He's not that fragile; he wouldn't be knocked down like that!

That's what he thought, but Shirou found himself completely unable to move.

His hands and feet wouldn't obey his commands, let alone allow him to use magic to perform Projection Magic.

The pain and dizziness were constantly eroding Shirou's willpower, and at one point he thought about just giving up and leaving the rest to the Knights of the Round Table.

Until he heard Texas's voice.

It seems they want to come and help him with the support of Kong's Originium Arts.

But it's dangerous here... Shouldn't we just guard the door and prevent this guy from escaping?

But thinking about it a bit, given the nature of everyone at Penguin Logistics, they probably wouldn't just leave him alone in this Originium dust, right?

That won't do... Who wears protective gear all the time? If someone just barges in like this, they could become infected!

With that thought in mind, Shirou mustered his last bit of strength.

He stood up unsteadily and began to use Projection Magic.

"Don't look, don't think. If you give up, someone will come looking for you."

Shirou kept talking to himself, reminding himself.

It seemed that he had successfully hypnotized himself. Shirou felt that the sounds and images in his mind had become somewhat blurry, and the stinging sensation in his body was not as severe.

Yes, he's not alone. It wouldn't be good if he just collapsed like that.

After all, he's spoiled the people at Penguin Logistics. Without him, they probably wouldn't be able to take care of themselves for a while, right?

Moreover, he couldn't just abandon Ansuo and the children at the store; they were counting on his salary to make a living.

As for the Knights of the Round Table... it seems like they don't really need him, but everyone will definitely be worried about him.

As scenes of daily life flashed by, Shirou's gaze gradually became clearer, and at the same time, he rapidly regained control of his body.

At the same time, those negative emotions were also suppressed.

"Haa..."

Taking a deep breath, Shirou quickly understood why his condition had suddenly improved.

The Holy Shroud wrapped around his right hand was now radiating magic.

Although it was the first time he had ever seen such a situation, he was certain it was thanks to the Holy Shroud.

He ripped off the tattered sleeve on his right hand, revealing the Holy Shroud that emitted a blue magical light. Shirou then began to mobilize his magical power and concentrate it in his hands.

It wasn't his beloved Gan Jiang Mo Ye, nor the longbow he'd been using lately, nor any other Noble Phantasms.

Shirou felt that the weapon that should Projection right now was the dragon-slaying sword that Chen always carried at his waist— the Chixiao.

From the moment he first saw the sword, Shirou had already figured out its structure.

He didn't know why, but he just felt that Projection was the best weapon right now.

But he shouldn't be able to Projection Originium -related weapons.

The reason he couldn't Projection it was simple: he could Projection the outward appearance of Originium, but he couldn't understand the other things contained within it.

But it doesn't matter, he has plenty of Originium right now.

If you can't understand it yourself, just borrow it.

Just like he always has, borrowed ideals, borrowed abilities...

Even if it's borrowed, at least for this moment, it belongs to him!

On his hands, the orbs of light formed by magic continuously absorbed the surrounding Originium dust, gradually taking the shape of Chixiao.

The memories associated with this sword are constantly surfacing in Shirou's mind.

The scene shows Wei Yanwu instructing Chen on swordsmanship.

Seven different sword techniques: Draw Sword, Tearful Edge, Night Rush, Raise Eyebrows, Jueying, Cloud Crack, and Sky Gaze.

After using the Jueying for the first time, Chen woke up in the hospital and found the Chixiao by his bedside.

When Chen first tried to use the Chixiao to defeat the enemy, he was unable to draw it for some unknown reason. Fortunately, at the critical moment, the Chixiao was drawn, which destroyed half of the underground parking garage. It was drawn a second time to open a door.

Chen blamed herself for not doing enough to successfully use the Chixiao, so she pushed herself to become faster and more powerful.

Scenes flashed through Shirou's mind.

At the same time, Shirou's Holy Shroud emitted a fierce magical light, enveloping Shirou's body.

As the Originium dust dissipated, Shirou stood before the crowd, holding a sword that emitted a red glow.

The floral shirt that Hoshiguma and Swire had given him to disguise himself with had now vanished without a trace.

Instead, Shirou wore a red arm sleeve on his right hand, a black Wu Xiu tight-fitting top, and black trousers.

The red cloak wrapped around his waist was constantly fluttering because Shirou was using magic.

"What!?"

Seeing the Originium dust disappear so easily, and with Shirou seemingly unharmed inside, the Ursus people suddenly felt a sense of panic.

But he quickly calmed down.

Because Shirou swung the Chixiao in his hand.

"Chixiao - Draw Your Sword!"

He thrust out the Projection Chixiao from his hand, instantly splitting the person in front of him and the explosives on his body in two.

Shirou also punched a large hole in the building behind it.

The sword was very fast. To the others, it appeared that Shirou made the first move, and they only heard the name of the technique afterward.

"Wow, how did they change clothes so quickly? That's so cool!"

Seeing that the crisis was over, FrostNova ripped off her protective mask and looked at the scene before her with excitement.

Putting everything else aside, just based on the other person's current outfit, she could give it a perfect score.

With the opponent swinging that red sword, she can achieve an off-the-charts score!

"Very good..."

Compared to FrostNova, who only cares about appearances, everyone at Penguin Logistics breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that Shirou seemed to be alright.

In particular, the empty eye sockets were somewhat red and swollen.

Meanwhile, Shirou, holding the Chixiao in his hand, stared blankly at the people who had scattered as they drew their swords.

Shirou stepped forward and picked up a thin strip of orange cloth from one of his arms.

He remembered what it was; back in the snowy plains of Ursus, the Reunion Movement members all had the same thing wrapped around their arms.

So...the people who implemented all of this plan were the Reunion Movement?

Before Shirou could think any further, a surge of intense pain overwhelmed him, causing Shirou vision to go black as he collapsed backward, utterly exhausted.

Consciousness ceased at this point.

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A group of people dressed in thin clothes walked through the snow and ice.

Besides their thin clothes, they were also wearing shackles on their feet and covered in black Originium crystals.

There were men and women, young and old.

The only thing they had in common was that they were all infected.

Standing at a distance, Shirou gazed at the scene below.

Shirou had no idea where he was; aside from being able to stand on the ground, he couldn't do anything else.

If you want to touch a tree, your hands will go through it.

If he wanted to attack the soldiers who were bullying the infected, his fist would go right through them.

He could only watch helplessly as these infected people suffered this persecution.

A frail infected man collapsed in the snow, unresponsive to the soldiers' whipping.

She died.

A heavy snowstorm swept through, changing the scene before Shirou's eyes.

It was no longer a frozen wasteland, but a place that resembled a mine.

The infected gathered together, using their tools to dig for Originium inside.

Their frail bodies were engaged in strenuous work, and the thick Originium dust in the air was constantly aggravating their Oripathy.

This vicious cycle hastened the end of their lives.

One by one, the infected people fell to the ground and were then pushed into the large pit and burned.

It became a source of warmth for the infected people throughout the mine.

Looking at the infected people in the pit, all Shirou could do was clench his own hands tightly.

This is neither the real world nor Archer's memory.

Rather, it is the memories of the infected that are contained within the Originium.

A raging fire shot into the sky, engulfing Shirou as well.

"...!"

Startled by the sudden flames Shirou's eyes widened, and what came into view was a pure white ceiling.

There was also the smell of disinfectant and the sound of some instruments.

When he smelled the disinfectant, he knew he was in reality.

After all, even when he was standing amidst the piles of corpses, he couldn't smell anything.