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Fate: I Will Eventually Become the Hero of Justice

What would you do If you were suddenly transported to the Nasuverse just before the Fourth Holy Grail War as a young Shirou with no access to a Magic Crest, Magecraft, or OP Servant? ... Note: This fanfic translation features transmigration, where the protagonist is thrown into the body of Shirou, rather than reincarnation.

DaoistOneTouch · Anime e quadrinhos
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526 Chs

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"Roar, roar, roar!!!"

The sky reverberated with the deafening roar of a massive white dragon, measuring over thirty meters in length. Its body hovering in the air, as the holy lance Rhongomyniad transformed into a horn on its head, radiating a brilliant white light that illuminated the surrounding clouds.

On the ground, the beasts joined in the chorus of roars, unleashing their final counterattack of the Age of Gods.

Using all his strength, Shirou dispelled the black mud dome that had blanketed the sky, while also warding off the boulders tumbling down from the mountain.

Earlier, the shattered barrier had dealt a devastating blow, killing countless people. he didn't have time to mourn, and immediately used the mud to prevent more people from being crushed by the rocks.

As he painstakingly cleared the rocks one by one, his heart weighed heavy with the sight of the ruined wall, the beasts swarming the mountains, and the white dragon hovering above.

This was the enemy's last counterattack!

Shirou turned to look at the soldiers behind him, their bodies riddled with wounds or completely obliterated without a trace. A wave of sorrow and anger washed over him, but it soon crystallized into a numbing, silent grief.

Unsheathing his sword, Shirou roared, "The final battle is upon us! There's no room for weakness or mourning, for Cornwall stands behind us! Follow me and let's defeat our enemies! Charge!"

"Charge!"

With that, the heroes of the Age of Gods sprang to their feet.

Despite shattered bones and rivers of blood, the heroes rose to their feet. Covered in scars, some even missing limbs, they gripped their weapons, tears mingling with blood. Driven by a volatile blend of sorrow and rage, they battled the beasts.

It wasn't hot-bloodedness that drove them, but a deep sadness. They couldn't forget the memories of their parents, wives waiting for their return, and hungry children - everything that would be destroyed if they failed.

Perhaps their children and future generations could have a peaceful and beautiful home, but the heroes knew it would have to be bought at the price of their own unending sorrow.

Shirou turned to the messenger and gave a swift order. "Hurry to Cornwall and bring all the reserve troops here!"

Tristan hesitated. "My king, if we do that, only ordinary civilians will be left to defend Cornwall."

Shirou's eyes blazed with determination. "If we fall here, Cornwall will be destroyed! We have to do everything in our power to win this battle."

He quickly gave orders to the messenger to return with all speed. He then turned to the other knights, instructing them to use the terrain as a shield to defend the remnants of their army.

Next, he sought out Merlin and urgently contacted Artoria and Scathach, requesting their swift return.

To the white dragon, Caerleon and Camelot had lost their meaning. It had decided to make a desperate gamble: if it could swallow Cornwall, then all of Britain would be defeated. But if Cornwall could withstand the attack, then the white dragon would be defeated!

Artoria and Scathach quickly returned to join the front-line battle, bolstering the heroes' spirits.

Shirou then contacted Gawain, Gaheris, and the others, urgently instructing them, "Attack and conquer Scotland at all costs!"

"But what about your side, my king?" Gawain asked, concerned.

"Don't worry about me. We're racing against time here. Attack quickly, no matter what!"

"As you command, my king!" Gawain and the others replied, determination burning in their eyes.

Shirou urgently contacted the other kings, asking them to set aside their differences and launch a united attack on Scotland.

The kings understood the urgency of the situation and pledged to act quickly.

With time running out, he also reached out to Altrouge, asking her for assistance.

Altrouge questioned his request. "Although we are allies, that wasn't our original agreement. Why should we, as Dead Apostles, help you?"

Shirou's response was swift and pointed. "If I die, you will die too! And most importantly, the fairy you're seeking is in my possession. If I perish, it perishes with me. Think carefully about your mission!"

Though he didn't know which fairy Altrouge sought, Shirou had gleaned enough information to use it as leverage.

Altrouge fell silent for a moment, then gritted her teeth and abruptly ended the communication.

Though they had never planned to assist Shirou, the fact that he had acquired important information made it too risky to ignore. Their mission from the Crimson Moon depended on it.

But Altrouge had her own agenda, which took precedence over their mission. Above all else, she needed to prevent Shirou, who seemed to know everything, from dying.

As the Blood Moon loomed overhead, corpses began to rise from the ground, converging on the battlefield.

Amidst the mountains of corpses, a colossal two-hundred-meter-tall Land Whale emerged.

The King of the Sky circled overhead, its wings casting a shadow over the land.

Meanwhile, the Mechanical Sword Girl moved like a meat grinder, cutting down wave after wave of beasts on the ground.

The White Dragon was quick to notice the looming threat.

"Roar!" It roared and charged towards the largest Land Whale.

"Waaaah!" The Land Whale cried out and stood upright like a mountain, wielding its pure brute force to strike the White Dragon.

"Boom!" The White Dragon let out a mournful cry as its thirty-meter body shattered the mountains like a shooting star.

It was evident that, in terms of raw strength, the two-hundred-meter Land Whale was unmatched on the battlefield.

With each stride, the Land Whale shook the earth, causing mountains to crumble in its wake. Its massive body resembled a collapsing mountain, bearing down on the White Dragon with immense force. However, the dragon was quick to react and took to the sky just in time.

The White Dragon's eyes bore into the Land Whale with a fierce intensity, its pupils narrowing into violent vertical slits. A brilliant white light converged around the holy lance Rhongomyniad, which now protruded from the dragon's forehead like a fearsome horn.

With a deafening roar, a storm of thunder and lightning erupted from the horn, coalescing into a blinding beam of pure energy that streaked towards the Land Whale's massive head.

"Boom!"

The impact was like a thunderbolt, striking with bone-shaking force and unleashing a wave of destruction that reverberated through the surrounding landscape.

The Land Whale's head was blasted apart, and its body collapsed on the ground, disappearing like a spirit.

"Roarrrr!"

The White Dragon raised its head and roared.

Merem furrowed his brows.

The white mouse beside him said, "There's no way around it, that's just the Land Whale's characteristic."

The White Dragon soared majestically overhead as Rhongomyniad unleashed a relentless beam of light. Explosions filled the air, marking the end of lives with each blast.

Without the safety of their walls, Shirou and his forces were sitting ducks for Rhongomyniad's attacks. Their defenses were gone, making them easy targets for the dragon's deadly strikes.

Even their best attempts at large-scale defensive ritual were useless against Vortigern, now fully transformed into the White Dragon. As the quickest and most agile force on the battlefield, the dragon owned the sky and dodged whatever they threw at it.

Although the Holy Lance's power had diminished due to the deprivation of Scottish land, its threat was greater than ever before, thanks to the dragon's high mobility.

As Shirou watched the white dragon roam freely in the sky, he knew their defeat was inevitable unless they could take it down.