Jobless Reincarnation: Emiya the Great Hero Must Show His True Skills

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Although Justaf didn't understand, he instinctively pointed to the very top of the tribe.

"That altar over there is the highest place in our clan."

"it is good."

Having obtained the information, Shirou had no further thoughts. He directly channeled his magic and fighting spirit into his feet and, following the complex path, leaped to the very top of the beastman settlement in one go.

After finding a good spot, Shirou completely removed the blindfold, unleashing his Clairvoyance ability.

In an instant, the entire orc settlement was revealed to him.

Whether it was burning buildings, crying children, desperate orc warriors, or frenzied human smugglers.

No building or obstruction can conceal the gaze of a clairvoyant.

At that moment, Shirou saw everything clearly and saw through the myriad aspects of the world.

He also completely lost all compassion and pity, his heart becoming as sharp as steel.

"Projection, start."

Shirou took out the emerald bow that Roltz had given him, and created an arrow out of thin air using projection, then drew the bow and nocked the arrow at an extremely fast speed!

"Snapped!"

The sound of the bowstring vibrating rang out.

Suddenly, Shirou unleashed a barrage of arrows at incredible speed, and most importantly, every single one of them hit its intended target with unparalleled precision.

That's the enemy's heart!

"Pfft!"

The beastmen were taken aback.

They were still caught in resentment and pain, harboring extreme hatred for these despicable human smugglers, yet feeling helpless.

But suddenly...

The night sky was as if crimson shooting stars were falling.

People looked up at the sky and saw countless points of light appearing from the direction of the altar, and meteors all struck the evil smugglers at extremely high speeds.

When a shooting star streaks across the sky.

People didn't know what was happening at first.

But after the first meteor shower, a large number of smugglers stopped what they were doing. This included those who had been fighting the orc warriors, those who had been dragging orc children along to steal their spoils, and even those who had been blazing fires and arrogantly watching the victory unfold.

Wherever the arrows fell, an arrow would precisely pierce the heart of every smuggler, piercing it mercilessly.

"what happened?!"

For a moment, both human smugglers and orc warriors were stunned, their expressions filled with disbelief.

But before they could react, a second volley of arrows erupted at an extremely fast speed.

"puff!"

"Poof!" "Poof!"

The crimson meteor was like a eulogy from the Grim Reaper.

The moment they saw the barrage of arrows erupt, the smugglers lost all thought and fled with all their might.

But they soon discovered in despair that no matter where they fled or which seemingly safe corner they went to, the crimson arrows were like the scythe of death, mercilessly reaping their lives.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

"Who on earth did this? Who did it?!"

"Over there, that guy's over there, let's all go for it!!"

After a brief period of despair, the smugglers finally came to their senses and realized that Shirou was the one who was sniping at them from the high ground.

Therefore, despite being terrified of Shirou's terrifying abilities, the smugglers rushed towards him like madmen in order to survive.

This was exactly what Shirou was thinking.

"Just in time."

One, two, three...

Seeing the smugglers rushing towards him like madmen, Shirou showed no fear. Instead, he became even more excited, because by drawing the enemy's attention, the beastmen would have a better chance to escape.

"Snapped!"

"Crack!" "Crack!"

Meanwhile, Shirou continued to shoot arrows at an extremely fast pace.

His shooting speed shows no signs of slowing down, and in fact, it seems to be getting faster.

The smugglers were initially very arrogant, thinking that they could easily overwhelm them with sheer numbers.

But they soon discovered that Shirou's arrows seemed to have eyes; no matter how they dodged or even tried to defend with their shields, they couldn't dodge them.

Shirou's archery skills have reached an inhuman level; they cannot be dodged or blocked by mere dodging or blocking.

The archery skills of the Heroic Spirit Emiya were so good that he could easily kill fast-moving Heroic Spirits from thousands of meters away.

These ordinary smugglers, no matter how hard they try, cannot evade Shirou's sniper shot that comes out from the shadows.

Soon, Shirou had killed all the smugglers that were visible to the naked eye.

He thought it was all over, but he always felt a sense of unease.

He quickly realized the source of his unease—

Giles was not found.

Could it be that the other party, as the mastermind behind this plan, was not involved in the attack?

Is this possible?

In the instant Shirou hesitated, his inner eye suddenly generated a strong warning.

"Snapped!"

With no time to react, Shirou could only follow his instincts and dodge backward.

As a result, a dagger that emerged from the shadows grazed his skin and nearly pierced his chest, or even his heart.

How could the all-seeing eye not have noticed?

Shirou was taken aback. He had just activated his clairvoyance and should have been able to see everything within his field of vision, including things that were covered by obstructions.

Therefore, he never expected that someone could get so close to him and even hurt him.

This was an unbelievable situation for Shirou as well.

While he was surprised, the assassin in the shadows was also quite surprised, and because his identity had been exposed, he simply stepped out of the shadows.

It was Giles.

"Do you have eyes in the back of your head? How did you manage to dodge that?"

"Galls, it really is you."

"Heh, looks like you already know the truth, Shirou. You're still pretty sharp."

"..."

Giles paid no attention to Shirou's gaze. He held a short sword in one hand and a dagger in the other, and a black cloak was draped over his shoulders.

Shirou then realized that the other party had completely concealed his presence with that black cloak, at least visually blending into the environment.

Because it's something that you can't see by looking directly, Shirou couldn't detect it even with his Clairvoyance.

This can be considered one of the only drawbacks of clairvoyance.

For a moment, Shirou became extremely wary of Giles, realizing that the man in front of him might not be just an ordinary smuggler.

After all, how could an ordinary smuggler possess such unique stealth skills, and even dare to appear openly in front of him?

Giles knew he possessed the strength of a swordsman.

While Shirou hesitated, Giles chuckled and said, "I never expected that you, kid, would not only be a sword saint but also possess such unique archery skills, capable of killing accurately even at night. You're practically inhumanly strong. However, I'm not particularly afraid of you. Do you know why?"

"..."

"Heh, what a cold attitude. Fine, I'll introduce myself. I am Giles, the Northern Saint, the Cleaning Expert. I have quite a reputation in the continent of Milis."

As Giles spoke, he revealed a fierce demeanor.

That was undoubtedly the kind of pressure only a Saint-level expert like the Northern Divine Stream possessed.

But Shirou remained unconvinced. He had faced the Northern Saint before and did not believe that the opponent could be a match for a sword saint.

However, Shirou quickly realized where Giles' confidence came from.

Because an indescribable tingling sensation suddenly struck the wound that Giles had just grazed, he almost lost his strength and collapsed to the ground.

The other person's dagger is poisoned!

Chapter 213 Projection Loading! Defeat North Saint Giles!

Giles calls himself the Cleaning Master of the Northern Saints, but since this is a title only known on the continent of Milis, Shirou is not familiar with it.

More concerning to him than any of that was the poison Giles had placed on the dagger when he pierced his skin earlier.

While it's practically impossible to kill someone with such a small amount of poison, if the poison is very strong, it could affect one's own combat ability.

In fact, Shirou was already feeling a significant sense of powerlessness. The strange itching from the poisoned area was gradually causing him to lose consciousness, and even his senses were becoming dulled.

If Shirou hadn't possessed exceptional physical strength and the sword saint-level fighting spirit that allowed him to maintain his balance, he probably wouldn't even be able to stand up right now.

It can only be said that the methods of the Kitakami-ryu are so despicable that they cannot be more so. These guys can use all kinds of cunning and treacherous skills, making them really hard to guard against.

If Shirou's current scabbard, Avalon, were still usable, he could at least use the healing magic circle within it to heal himself. However, Avalon had already been exhausted to its limit, and Shirou couldn't immediately replace it with the magic crystals he had just collected.

Left with no other choice, he now has to fight the opponent while suffering from the poison debuff.

"Tsk tsk, as expected of the Sword Saint of the Sword God School, he can still stand up even after being poisoned by the Demon Continent. Even if it was a small dose, that little bit of poison should have been enough to make an adult beastman faint."

Giles grinned, looking very confident, not only because he had poisoned Shirou, but also because he himself possessed the strength of the Northern Saint.

With the balance of power shifting, he wasn't afraid at all that Shirou, the poisoned swordsman, would have any ability to resist.

"..."

Shirou, of course, had no intention of wasting any more words with Giles at the moment.

He had already confirmed the current situation and knew that he only had one choice: to kill it before the poison took effect!

The moment their eyes met, both men clearly understood each other's murderous intent.

Giles acted even faster. He knew very well that the poisoned sword saint was still a sword saint, and the two were not evenly matched. Even with the poison on, if the opponent were to unleash his power, the speed of the Blade of Light might be something he could not withstand, or even be unable to defend against.

After all, among swordsmen of the same level, the Sword God style is always the strongest, a fact known to everyone.

Therefore, Giles took the initiative. His body suddenly lowered, and he moved like a cat, quietly lowering his center of gravity, and then suddenly bursting out with ghostly speed.

"Northern God Phantom Slash!"

Giles suddenly erupted, swinging his sword from the right rear, but the actual effect was a visual illusion, causing people to misjudge and mistakenly believe that the sword appeared from the left rear.

But in reality, both were feints; the real attack was from directly in front, a straightforward, head-on strike.

There is reality within illusion, and illusion within reality.

This is the most common attack method of the Hokushin-ryu.

Shirou was not easily fooled by Giles's actions, but he did not directly exploit his opponent's weakness to launch a counterattack.

For Shirou, the poisoning was an unchangeable fact.

If the battle drags on, the poison will intensify and spread to every part of the body, making it impossible to resist.

Therefore, if Shirou wants to win, the only way is to kill North Saint Giles as quickly as possible.

Therefore, we must consider techniques that can deliver a fatal blow.

Aside from projection, Shirou's only one deadly technique is the magic release that imitates King Arthur's Artoria.

The only way to win is to utilize the advantage of being able to release both magic and battle aura simultaneously!

"boom!"