Comprehensive comic: I became a spirit in heaven and joined the group chat

Sacrificing Kuyu Maiya and saving tens of thousands of lives, this choice to delay for a second is disrespectful to justice.

Dreaming of world peace and practicing ruthless realism, Emiya Kiritsugu's values are paranoid to the point of distortion and deformity.

is worthy of being a well-known partner of justice, and the righteous one makes people's views explode.

A closed space-time.

Neither Illya nor Maiya Hisayu were surprised by Emiya's choice.

The short-haired woman hiding in the bunker looked joyless and sad.

Her past is bleak, and her future is hollow.

There is never anything of oneself, and the destiny of birth is to live for others.

Even the name of Maiya Kuyu is a disguise that is made up at will.

Kuyu Maiya has always regarded himself as a tool of Emiya Kiritsugu, believing that all his value belongs to Emiya Kiritsugu.

This is not the love of men and women, but a tool man who is completely brainwashed and loses himself by "843".

Maiya Kuyu, who didn't apply powder, disassembled the sniper rifle into the magazine and strode out of the bunker.

"Mr. Emiya, my mission is over, and I wish you to find justice and redemption. "

The heroic woman in black placed the gun magazine flat on the ground, closed her sharp eyes, and stretched out her arms to welcome the coming of death.

Emiya Kiritsugu's eyes seemed to fluctuate for a moment, but quickly regained his composure.

The calloused right hand did not tremble without any trembling, clutching the pistol filled with projectiles.

Bang ——!!

The trigger of a gun equipped with a silencer pulls, and the dull sound of gunfire echoes through the dead silence of the battlefield.

Puff ——!

The lifeless husk fell to the ruins, splashing dust and flowers of blood in full bloom.

A smile rose at the corner of Jiuyu Mai's bloodied mouth, as if to say: It's finally over, this meaningless life.

Killing the useful tool with his own hands, Emiya Kiritsugu's expression remained unchanged.

He didn't even owe a glance at Kuyu Maiya's corpse, let alone negative emotions such as guilt, self-blame, and pain.

Obviously, just the life of Maiya Kuyu can't interfere with the twisted justice of Emiya Kiritsugu.

"I've killed my assistant, it's time for you to fulfill your promise and spare 70,000 innocent sergeants. "

Illya was unmoved, her immature face still had a sweet and cruel smile.

"Okay, it's time for me to do it. "

Emiya Kiritsugu had a faint feeling that something was wrong, and before he could say the words of stopping, Illya swung down the butcher's knife.

The girl who stepped on the void raised her right hand, and the giant sword hanging above the sky split into a dense group of swords.

The sword of pure white souls ravaged the world like a torrential rain.

The sharp sword nailed the solidified and vivid bald eagle sergeants to the ground.

As if deliberately provoking Emiya Kiritsugu, the sword of the soul that nailed the body into a hedgehog spread out countless spikes, and did not stop until it tore the body into a blood mist.

The pungent smell of blood permeated every corner of the air, and rivers of blood and stumps stained the earth red, converging into small lakes in the low-lying places.

Bleeding pestle is no longer an exaggerated adjective, and it couldn't be more appropriate here.

"No!

Emiya Kiritsu's eyes were cracked, and there were blood and tears flowing from the corners of his eyes.

It shouldn't be this way!

He made his choice as usual!

Sacrifice a few to save the many, but why did his justice fail this time?

The monstrous anger wore away Emiya Kiritsugu's sanity and calmness.

"Die, die, die, die, die!"

Inherent Time Imperial!

Bang bang!!

The frenzied Emiya Kiritsugu pulled out a variety of modern firearms from under his trench coat, and the inherent time control to speed up his own speed allowed him to use the firepower of a small army to suppress it.

Origin Bullet!

The righteous partners in the enraged state are sporadically clear. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

An origin bullet that specializes in assassinating magicians, hiding in a hail of bullets to attack Illya.

The raw material of the origin bomb is the ribs of Emiya Kiritsugu, and the concept of cutting and combining is extracted and sealed.

In order not to affect the body's functions too much, he only made a total of 66 rounds.

Before this battle, he ended the lives of 17 magicians with 17 bullets, and the remaining 49 bullets all poured out!

Unfortunately, the Magician and the Magician are two very different creatures.

Perfectly constricting the diversity and uniqueness, the gap between Illya and the magician is almost infinite.

It's not the Dragon Ball worldview with a strange combat power system, how can a strong person who can destroy the universe die from a firearm bullet?

Illya didn't bother to dodge when she stood still, and the highly compressed energy condensed into a thin barrier.

Whether it is a technological gunpowder projectile or a magic origin bullet, none of them can set off the slightest ripple.

Ten seconds later, Emiya Kiritsugu's bullet reserves were exhausted, and the mana that had been maintained at the time of the Imperial System was depleted.

The magic of the Moon World can also be seen as the vitality 0 ....

In the past, Emiya Kiritsugu maintained the inherent time system for a few seconds at most.

Today has doubled the extra time, and his vitality has almost been drained.

Emiya Kiritsugu's jet-black hair turned grayish-white of the elderly, and his tight skin had many more wrinkles.

The flame of life is like a candle flickering in the wind. []

Exhausted, Emiya Kiritsugu fell to the blood-soaked mud with a thud.

Unharmed, Illya dispersed the barrier, raised her hand and pointed far away, and the magic of her soul materialization turned into a sharp sword that pierced through Emiya Kiritsugu's heart.

"Death, how can there be such a cheap thing in the world? "

"Starting today, you will receive the curse of the world's greatest malice and gain eternal life!"

"Everything you work hard for will be put in front of you with the ugliest and most miserable results!"

Miss Illya, the cutest lady in the world, kindly deprived Kiritsugu Emiya of his [origin] and erased his [magic circuit].

In his old age, Emiya Kiritsugu is just alive, and he has to endure the pain of burning his vitality violently every moment.

It is roughly equivalent to the state of eternal death door Kai + earth reincarnation, but it does not get the corresponding power feedback.

And that's not even if it's a cruel curse.

Efforts will fail, aspirations will turn into despair, and ideals will eventually be shattered.

"Ho-ho-ho-ho——, you... Who the hell is it?"

The voice was ugly like the roar of a night crow vulture, and every word made Emiya Kiritsugu suffer the pain of a thousand cuts.

His tenacious will supported him to get up from the bloody 3.5 mud, and his body trembled uncontrollably from the pain.

One is covered in dirt and the other is dusty, forming a stark contrast.

Illya smiled playfully, "Don't you understand people, who am I and what do you have to do with you?"

"By the way, in eight years, Fuyuki City, Sakura Country, in the Far East, will hold a super-high-level war, and maybe you can end that sad life. "

The closed static space-time resumes its flow, and the pure white girl disappears into the bloody and murderous battlefield.

Illya was ready for the despair of the end of hope, leaving it to Emiya to experience it.

"Far East... Cherry Blossom Country... Fuyuki City... Putting an end to everything..."

The Holy Grail selection mechanic responds to the most intense cravings.

On the back of the old and flabby hand of the Emiya Kiritsu, three blood-colored imprints appeared.

Photo: Karen Aldesia .