Seeing Emiya Shirou lying dead on the ground, Fang Mo couldn't hold back his frustration.
To be honest, he was baffled. This wasn't how things played out in the original story. Shirou was supposed to be chased, then accidentally summon Saber to fight back.
"Huh..."
After a moment of hesitation, Fang Mo turned to Rin Tohsaka and said, "He seems... kinda dead."
"Emiya-kun!"
Rin didn't need Fang Mo to tell her. She saw the blood-soaked body of Shirou herself and immediately ran over in a panic.
However, upon reaching him and getting a closer look, despair washed over her. Emiya Shirou was indeed dead, his heart pierced from behind. His body was cold, without a heartbeat or pulse. Modern medicine couldn't help him now, and even in the magical world, not even the gods could save someone in his state.
"Please... don't die..."
Rin was truly panicking now, her mind in chaos. "What am I going to do? How can I face her tomorrow?"
Her legs gave out, and she collapsed to the ground, visibly shaken.
Just then, a warm, steady hand suddenly rested on her head. Rin felt a moment of calm wash over her, as if recalling a time when her father used to comfort her, promising that no matter what mistakes she made, everything would be taken care of.
"Don't panic, there's still hope," came Fang Mo's voice.
"What?"
Rin turned her head toward him, as if grasping onto a lifeline. With a glimmer of hope in her eyes, she asked in disbelief, "You... really mean that?!"
"Idiot! The technology of the Great German Reich is the best in the world!" Fang Mo suddenly shouted with confidence, startling Rin into silence. He then continued with the same conviction, "Our empire possesses countless advanced black technologies. Mere death? It's nothing! NOTHING AT ALL!"
"Is that... true?"
Rin, still doubtful, hesitated.
"But time is of the essence. We have at most five minutes to begin the operation," Fang Mo added without leaving room for argument. "Any longer, and it'll be too late to save him."
"Take him to his house!" Rin immediately responded. "It's not far from here, just around the corner!"
"Got it."
Without another word, Fang Mo lifted Shirou's lifeless body and got back on the bike.
The trip was uneventful, and soon they arrived at Emiya Shirou's home. To Rin's surprise, his house was quite large—more like a traditional Japanese estate than an apartment. In addition to the main house, there were several guest rooms, a warehouse, and other structures, typical of a country estate.
It was far from the usual setting for a typical Japanese anime protagonist.
It seemed Shirou's adoptive father, Kiritsugu Emiya, had prepared everything for him quite well.
Once inside, Fang Mo wasted no time in setting up. With a mere thought, a vast array of surgical equipment appeared from his storage space, instantly transforming the quaint living room into a makeshift battlefield surgery room. The eerie old-fashioned lights gave the room an unsettling, almost sinister atmosphere.
"Alright, I'm about to fully activate my Noble Phantasm."
After a brief setup, Fang Mo turned to Rin. "What happens next may be a bit disturbing for you, physically. I suggest you step outside and set up some detection spells. This process consumes a lot of mana, and if anyone tries to ambush us, I won't be able to hold them off."
"I understand."
Rin nodded, quickly recognizing the seriousness of the situation. "I'll leave Emiya-kun in your hands."
Without hesitation, she turned and left the room.
As for Fang Mo, he immediately got to work setting up a dark ritual altar.
The truth was, Fang Mo wasn't actually the German Führer, and all his so-called "black technologies" were just a ploy to amuse Rin. Bringing someone back from the dead through technology was impossible for him. To revive Shirou, he would have to use dark magic.
To be fair, even Fang Mo's existence as a Servant was a façade. His supposed magical links, perception abilities, and Noble Phantasms were all fabrications. Eventually, it was bound to come out.
With this in mind, Fang Mo had already activated his hypnosis technique from the "Kyouka Suigetsu" ability, which he had gained after fusing with Jason's abilities. After consuming two Golden Apples, Jason's power had evolved to the point where he could now create illusions based on the target's subconscious memories, making them completely indistinguishable from reality.
No time to think.
Rin immediately activated her magic.
A gemstone in her hand shattered, transforming into a shimmering, translucent green shield.
"Fire the damn cannon at him!"
At the same time, the rough, booming voice outside roared again.
A blinding white light suddenly flashed, followed by a deafening explosion. The iron gate instantly shattered into countless fragments, and all the defensive magic surrounding the house was rendered useless at once.
"What the..."
Rin Tohsaka's face turned pale as she quickly rolled to the side to avoid the blast.
Even though she had dodged it, the white light didn't stop. It crashed into the green shield she had just summoned from her top-tier gemstones, shattering it like fragile glass in less than a second. The white light then continued its path, shooting toward the main house.
"Archer!"
Rin cried out in alarm.
In response to her shout, a ripple appeared in the air above the main house, and suddenly, with a loud thud, a Tiger tank fell from the sky, shaking the entire Emiya estate as it landed.
"What..."
Covered in dust, Rin lay on the ground, dazed as she stared at the scene in front of her. "Archer?"
But before she could get an answer, footsteps echoed from outside the gate.
Rin turned to see a man dressed in gray-blue attire walking slowly through the destroyed entrance.
Unlike Lancer, this man wasn't handsome. He looked older, with a weathered face that carried the weight of many battles. Though he wasn't particularly good-looking, he exuded a rugged masculinity. His eyes, wide and intense, glared like copper bells, radiating a menacing aura that made Rin's hair stand on end.
He was holding a large machete in his right hand, and his gaze was filled with murderous intent as he scanned his surroundings. "Where the hell are those little Japanese rats hiding?"
Hearing his words, Rin's entire body shuddered.
She had read plenty of historical records to prepare for the Holy Grail War. She knew that the only people who referred to the Japanese in such a way came from that specific country and period.
From what she understood, if this man was indeed a Heroic Spirit from that time of war, it meant he bore an intense grudge against her homeland. Rin's heart pounded in fear, and she clasped her hands over her mouth, desperately trying to hide. She wished she could bury herself underground, terrified of being noticed by him.
At the same time, she was mentally exhausted.
How could this even happen? First, she had summoned a terrifying European evil spirit, and now another enemy had shown up. The Holy Grail War was turning into something she couldn't even comprehend anymore.
And just when Rin thought things couldn't get worse, the door to the main house creaked open.
A figure burst out in a panic, and when Rin looked up, she realized it wasn't her Servant. Instead, it was Emiya Shirou, his face full of terror. He was glancing back repeatedly as if something terrifying was chasing him from within the house.
"Huh?"
His sudden appearance immediately caught the attention of the Heroic Spirit standing at the entrance.
"Oh no..."
Seeing this, Rin panicked even more. She was glad Shirou had been revived, but now he was about to get himself killed again. In a panic, she shouted, "Emiya-kun! Watch out!!"
"Huh?"
Shirou, startled by her voice, hesitated for a second. But it was already too late. The Heroic Spirit at the entrance had charged forward, raising his large machete and swinging it toward Shirou's neck. It was clear this attack was even more brutal than Lancer's—a deadly blow meant to decapitate him.
"!"
Perhaps because of Rin's warning, Shirou instinctively ducked just in time, narrowly avoiding the lethal strike.
But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a sharp pain erupted in his waist. The Heroic Spirit had swiftly kicked him, and the force was so strong that Shirou felt like he had been hit by a truck. His body flew through the air, crashing heavily into a nearby warehouse.