They've already fought their way through the Holy Grail War, and you still call them dragons?

Eri held the knife steady and nodded.

Emiya was about to say something when he suddenly paused and looked back. He used his magic to enhance his vision. "Strange, are there other people besides us who have strayed in?"

In the distance, I spotted two girls—one crouching low and sprinting with the agility of a cheetah, while the other, a bit disheveled and panting, followed behind. Upon closer inspection, it was Makoto Aso, the manga shop clerk I'd just met!

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"Assassin, can you slow down a bit? I can't keep up!" Aso's face flushed red, sweat dripping down her cheeks. She hadn't expected to find herself in this desperate, life-or-death race again.

Originally, Paraiso said he was going to run this way, so she obeyed. But for some reason, a large number of demons and monsters gathered on the way, including tengu, wheelbarrows, and cat cars...

She had heard of "A Hundred Demons Night Parade" written by Toriyama Sekien, which recorded all kinds of terrible monsters, but she never expected that this legend would become reality!

Now there was a strong wind behind her, thick smoke and will-o'-the-wisp rising, a doomsday scene. Even Paraiso didn't dare to face the enemy head-on, for she was afraid that she would not be able to take care of the safety of this ordinary master at this time.

"My lord, come up, I will carry you on my back!"

Paraiso's eyes flashed with anxiety.

"Ah? ...Is this possible?"

Aso really saw that Paraiso was so small, only about 1.5 meters tall, and it seemed a bit difficult for her to carry a high school student on her back.

"It's okay! Although my strength level is not high among servants, the ability value of a servant is at least dozens of times higher than that of an ordinary person," Paraiso explained quickly, "My lord, hurry up--"

The petite ninja girl said this, slowing down and turning around, ready to forcibly carry Aso Shin away. However, her pupils suddenly contracted, and a trace of fear flashed in her eyes - a flaming monster claw had already stretched out to Aso Shin's head, very close!

"My lord, little...!"

Paraiso had no time to defend Aso Makoto and could only shout anxiously, but before she could finish her words, a huge sword energy shot out from the front, passed over their heads, and violently shattered the flaming claws of "Hizenbo" along with the flames on his body!

"Get out of the way!"

Emiya, who sensed the danger from afar, arrived first. He held two swords in his hands, posed in front of him, and swung his sword energy casually.

This strength... He's actually not a Servant but a human? Paraiso was shocked for a moment, but immediately took Masao, who hadn't reacted yet, and nimbly jumped into the tall building next to the street.

Aso Makoto's eyes were blank. She only had time to see a flash of red passing through her field of vision before she was off the street with her feet hanging in the air. She saw Eri, the girl next to Emiya whom she had met not long ago, wielding a knife to clear monsters between the buildings, clearing a safe area for them.

Emiya faced the huge, hideous and terrifying "One Hundred Demons Night Parade". He was a little confused about the appearance of monsters. "Shadow Servants" can be said to be the product of imitating the remnants of servants, but the Japanese monsters... are considered to be close to Gaia, natural spirits similar to the tentacles of the planet, right?

Why did they appear here? Emiya wondered if they were connected to the inner side of the planet, but these monsters, like the Shadow Servants, had an indelible black aura around them, which made them look unreliable.

"Roar--!"

The roars of a large group of monsters exploded in my ears, shaking the air.

The Crow Tengu flying in the sky held a round fan in his hand, waving out sharp wind blades, tearing the air with a shrill scream; the hissing sickle-weasel rushed over, its body as fast as lightning, and its sharp claws flashing with cold light.

The half-human, half-spider Nephila spewed out poisonous gas, and the smoke spread with a disgusting stench; and Jian Yue Rudao, with its huge body as big as a mountain, pressed down, and every step made the ground tremble, as if it was going to crush everything.

All in all, there were over a hundred monsters approaching this street alone, and according to Emiya's observation from a distance, more monsters continued to gather in the distance, forming a black mass, surging like a tide.

"Noble Phantasm released! Six Paths and Five Wheels, Kurikara Celestial Phenomenon!"

Emiya clenched his sword tightly in both hands, his eyes blazing as he shouted, "Namo, Tenmangu-Dashiten-sama-devana-sama—Niyogurigara, Kotenchō—!"

The monsters froze, as if sensing some invisible fear. It was as if the figure before them was no longer a human so tiny they could devour them, but a towering, majestic statue of Acala. Its arms were outstretched, wielding the gigantic mountain-splitting sword "Kurigara," and its body was engulfed in blazing flames.

Paraiso and Masahiro Aso, standing far away on the rooftop, watched this scene with a startled expression. Eri, far away, lowered her sword and almost giggled at their reactions. With her lack of common sense, she assumed Emiya was always so powerful that this was only natural.

The high school girl stared blankly at the statue that towered over the entire building. "Is this... summoning the God?"

She even began to wonder if she should face the statue right now, pay homage, and make a wish...

"My lord, that wasn't a true manifestation of the god," Paraiso explained in a low voice. "I felt an extremely powerful 'sword force'! It was a concentrated sword pressure far beyond my own level of swordsmanship!"

"Sword power?" Aso finally understood that this was a statue of Myōo, but was confused again after hearing what Paraiso said.

"Yes, it's just sword energy," Paraiso said in a shocked tone, his eyes fixed on the giant statue of Mingwang.

"From my humble perspective, the aura and demeanor of Acala are more like a fabricated fantasy concept. The only real thing is the sword of 'Kurigara' in Acala's hand. But the terrifying thing is the extraordinary talent of turning fantasy into reality! This is a skill that only exists in legends!"

Aso Makoto: "???"

Paraiso's words left this ordinary high school student confused, and the monsters who faced Nioh's sword power would probably not agree with him.

To them, what was terrifying wasn't Nioh's uncanny, unmistakable aura or any other concept, but the massive mountain-splitting blade, "Kurigara," wielded by him. Nioh stretched out his arms, one of the mountain-splitting swords raised high, its blade swirling with fierce sword intent, as if to split heaven and earth asunder.

As Emiya swung the sword, it tore through the fierce wind, forming a mountain of swords that pressed down. Compared with it, Yue Rudao's tall body was just a small mound.

boom--!

The street surface was crushed into mud. The first sword fell, and the street surface was crushed into mud, as if hit by a huge hammer, and it collapsed instantly. The attacking ghosts were instantly killed by this sword, and half of them were killed. The broken limbs flew everywhere, and then began to disintegrate into flying debris.

boom--!

The second sword swept across the sky, slaying a large number of flying monsters such as Crow Tengu and Windlass Head. Their bodies exploded in the air.

The third and fourth strikes were like the sky and earth being plunged into a blender, the earth and air being repeatedly crushed and shattered. The mighty sword of the Ming Wang swept across the land with unstoppable force, completely destroying the thousand-meter-long street and the surrounding buildings ahead with its ferocious momentum.

"Go ahead, Jianhong, draw your sword!"

Emiya's voice exploded like thunder, and Acala, formed by the sword's energy, finally left the stage. However, He did not disappear immediately. Instead, He turned into a huge blazing white light that shot straight into the sky.

"Isena, the great celestial phenomenon—!"

Emiya stood in the middle of the street, his hands clenched in the air. As he moved, the white light that shot up into the sky suddenly condensed, transforming into a huge, white sword. Emiya shouted loudly, and with a sudden swing of his arm, the white, sky-piercing sword came crashing down with his movement.

Wherever the blade passed, air was rapidly displaced, swirling and dancing wildly, emitting a sharp, explosive sound. The ground trembled violently under the pressure of the giant sword, and then cracked fragilely, forming a bottomless, narrow abyss stretching for kilometers.

The black tide that was about to gather in the distance was crushed like an ant by this last sword, and turned into powder and dust.

Chapter 191: Guess what? Hey, it’s still Hai Wuli (two in one)

(Add a picture for Musashi's treasure)

"Phew, that's a bit too much."

Emiya lowered his swords, panting slightly. Unleashing his Noble Phantasms with all his might had consumed a tremendous amount of his magical energy, causing his magic circuits to hum like an overheated engine, a swelling sensation filling his body. He gripped the hilts of his swords, digging the blades into the ground for support to alleviate the burning discomfort.

To use gaming terminology, he was probably in a state of "stiffness".

Fortunately, the last dragon blood bath significantly increased the amount of magic power generated in his circuit, and the recovery speed was very fast, otherwise he might not be able to withstand such output.

For example, Red A can also project, and can also release the true name of the projected Noble Phantasm, but it will consume a lot of magic power and significantly increase the burden on the Master, so Red A almost never projects the original Noble Phantasm, and generally only uses the pseudo-Noble Phantasm to launch and create fantasy collapse, which is more cost-effective and more cost-effective.

There were rapid footsteps behind him.

Emiya turned his head and saw Eri walking quickly towards him, followed by Aso Makoto and her Servant Paraiso.

Makoto Aso had clearly rested for quite a while, but compared to Emiya, whose breathing was slightly faster after releasing his Noble Phantasm, she was still panting heavily. Her cheeks were flushed, large beads of sweat hung on her forehead, and her chest was heaving violently. It was obvious that everything she had experienced in such a short period of time had caught this ordinary high school student off guard.

"Victory?" Eiry clapped the notebook in her hand, raised her hand, and her eyes sparkled with excitement.

Emiya couldn't help but laugh, and lightly clasped his hands with hers, "Yes, victory."

After spending enough time with a girl, you can more or less understand her routine. For example, the purpose of Eri's actions is a bit like the special victory action at the end of a level after completing a mop-up battle in a game.

After clapping enthusiastically, Eri spun lightly, her long hair flowing freely, as if celebrating a grand victory. She jumped aside, making way for the master and servant behind her.

Aso finally caught her breath. She wiped the sweat from her forehead, her face flushed. She felt the sweat dripping down her chest and back, her wet clothes sticking to her skin, causing a sticky, uncomfortable sensation.

"Um, Emiya...Mr...."

But before he could finish his words, Aso Shin saw a breathtaking scene in front of Emiya's figure, and he was so shocked that he was speechless.

The treasure "Six Paths and Five Wheels: Kurikara Celestial Phenomenon" completely changed the terrain. Several streets ahead were swept across to create a smooth road. The chaotic buildings such as buildings and houses completely disappeared. Only the rubble that flew when the ground was crushed was scattered everywhere.

Directly ahead, that final ray of white divine sword light cleaved a terrifying, pitch-black abyss. Masanobu could only briefly glance at the abyss, a sense of inexplicable dread welling up within her. She feared approaching the abyss's edge and falling. Her fingers unconsciously clenched the corner of her clothes, and she took a few steps back.

"This, this is..." Masao was about to exclaim in shock, saying, "Is this the power of God?" But then he thought of Paraiso's words. This wasn't a true God, but Mr. Emiya's... What skill?

She forgot the words for a moment and was stuck in her tracks, holding her mouth.

Emiya kindly explained, "Noble Phantasm, this is the power of the Noble Phantasm."

"Oh oh oh." Aso Makoto exclaimed, "So this is the Noble Phantasm," although she didn't understand it.

"By the way, Miss Aso Makoto, how did you end up here? And the Command Seals and Servant in your hand..." Emiya's gaze fell on the bright red mark on the back of Aso Makoto's hand.

When she visited the comic book store before, she didn't have such a prominent feature on the back of her hand.

Masao Makoto waved his hands hastily, his cheeks flushed. "Just call me Makoto, that's all. As for how I ended up here, I'm also confused..."

She explained her experience of suddenly entering a "different world" and magically summoning unknown servants.

"Summon at will?"

Emiya looked at Paraiso standing beside Aso Makoto. He always felt that this female ninja looked familiar, as if he had seen her somewhere.

"Generally speaking, casual summoning is impossible. Summoning requires a catalyst, something that attracts the Heroic Spirit. Excuse me, regarding that comic book you're holding..."

"Eh? Mr. Emiya, are you talking about the Koga Ninja Scrolls?" Aso was stunned for a moment, then raised his hand to see what he had subconsciously been holding tightly. "This is a comic book signed by Mr. Emiya. I think it's very important, so I subconsciously kept holding it in my hand..."

At this point, Aso suddenly realized that her words were somewhat ambiguous, and her face instantly turned even redder. She quickly changed the subject:

"So, I relied on comics to summon a Servant? But... Paraiso doesn't know his true name or origins, and I don't know what went wrong. Is it because I'm too weak?"

"My Lord," Paraiso suddenly spoke, his eyes slightly lowered, "This is not your fault. It is my incompetence."

"Koga...?"

Emiya's gaze lingered on Paraiso for a moment, a series of memories flashing through his mind. Speaking of Koga-style ninjas, specifically those who were exclusively female, the most famous was undoubtedly Chiyome Mochizuki. She appeared in both FGO's Subspecies Singularity III and the Atlantic Lostbelt.

As for her origins, Chiyome Mochizuki is a woman from the late Warring States period, whose name is recorded in documents from Nizu Village in Shinshu. She was a ninja from the Koga Mochizuki clan, serving the Kai Takeda clan as their lord. In the Type-Moon universe, she inherited the divine curse of her ancestor, Saburo Koga.

The so-called god is Ibuki Daimyojin, another name for the Yamata no Orochi. Mochizuki Chiyome is both a ninja and a shrine maiden of the Orochi.

"So your real name should be Chiyoko Mochizuki of the Koga Ninja?"

Chiyome didn't expect that someone could see through her real name in such a short time.

"Is that so? So my name is Chiyome Mochizuki? Although my memory has not yet returned, I am deeply grateful for your help."

Although she didn't know whether this statement was true or not, Mochizuki Chiyome bowed to Emiya, knowing that it saved her own life and her master's life.

"Koga Ninja..."

Makoto Aso stared at the manga "Koga Ninja Scrolls" in his hand, speechless. Was summoning Heroic Spirits so easy? Could he summon historical figures from a comic book?

While the others chatted, Eri remained uninvolved in the boring adult conversation. She stepped aside, casually picking up the two katanas Emiya had placed on the ground, and began to wield them with the uninitiated abandon. Her movements were clumsy yet endearing, and she would occasionally strike strange stances that would outshine even a novice kendo practitioner, as if imitating some advanced sword technique.

"Eri-san...what are you doing? Can you understand, Mr. Emiya?"

Aso Shinya had seen Eri killing the monster as easily as cutting melons and vegetables. She subconsciously thought that Eri, like Emiya, had a deep meaning in every move she made.

However, the opposite is true.

"She's just playing."

Emiya understood that this was Eri's clumsy imitation of the way he had just used "Niten Ichiryu" and released his Noble Phantasm.

Just like when children watch Ultraman special effects movies, they always imitate Tiga releasing the "Zepelion Ray" in front of the TV, imagining themselves as a giant of light, eliminating evil and upholding justice...

Eiry's behavior at this moment is similar.

Aso Shin wiped his sweat off his forehead. "Is this really okay? I heard Chiyo... uh, Miss Assassin say that this is the Myoko Sword, Kurikara..."

"No, no, how is that possible?" Emiya looked puzzled. "These two are Miyamoto Musashi's swords. Although the Noble Phantasm they display is that of Acala, that's simply because Miyamoto Musashi believed in Acala during his lifetime."

"Ah? Sword Saint Miyamoto Musashi? Niten Ichiryu is actually like this?"

Aso really felt that he had vaguely touched upon a worldview so outrageous that it made his scalp tingle—

She had heard of the Warring States Sword Saint, but if Miyamoto Musashi's Niten Ichiryu could directly summon the "Ming Wang," then what about the other kendo masters who competed with the Sword Saint at the same time? What about the masters even further back in time?

Moreover, if the phantom of the Mingwang can be summoned, it means that there is also a real Mingwang. Therefore, does this mean that gods actually exist in the physical world?

Countless absurd thoughts flashed through her mind in an instant.

"No, my lord, although I don't know who Miyamoto Musashi is, your understanding is biased," Chiyome corrected softly.

"A Heroic Spirit Servant is fundamentally different from his previous life as a living being. A Heroic Spirit is elevated from a living being, and the legends of his life's achievements are engraved within him. His Noble Phantasm is also part of his elevation and cannot represent his former strength."

"So that's how it is?" Aso breathed a sigh of relief. She felt that her shattered worldview was gradually healing.

There are just more heroic spirits and a strange Holy Grail War. Those ancient legends are not true, so there is nothing to be afraid of.

"Come to think of it, Assassin, you're able to judge Mr. Emiya's sword and understand all this knowledge of Heroic Spirits, yet your own memories haven't returned? Besides... I remember that you and Miyamoto Musashi were both figures from the Warring States Period."

Chiyome shook her head. "I still have no recollection of my past lives. As for the knowledge my lord spoke of, it is merely common sense automatically imparted by the Holy Grail upon summoning. This is true for all Heroic Spirits."

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The atmosphere here seems relaxed and comfortable, but the other side of this strange world is much more tense and exciting.