A/N: Hey peeps. Just a forewarning, as of this chapter, there will be only two or three more afterwards before Book 2 starts. So on that note, allow me to say I also have plans in the works for a few collaborations with two of my fellow writers, Vein Bloodborne and Katana of the Blade for Book 2.5 using a couple of their OC's as something of an origin story with my fic's Shirou as an influence on the two of them in the respective world when he gets there. It's currently still being worked on, so look forward to that in Book 2.5 after Book 2 starts in about a week or two. Also, I updated last chapter and added a few lines at the end that'll become something like my Shirou's secondary catchphrase for Book 2 when it is finally released next to the 'E-ranked Luck' gag.

Not really enough reviews once again, so time for the disclaimer.

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own any franchise used in this fic, as they are the property of their respective authors, owners, creators, and publishers. This fic is a continuation of an AU of Marcus Galen Sands' own fic 'God Slaying Blade Works', but with references to other fanfics and franchises credited as used to the best of my abilities, a meshing of canon lore in a manner that makes sense, and my own original ideas thrown into the mix every now and then. This is a FREE FANFIC of a FANFIC, meaning an UNPAID FAN-MADE FICTION of a FAN-MADE FICTION that I wrote for ABSOLUTELY NUDDIN'. So if you paid to read this, then you got ripped off. And if you do not like it, then you do not have to read it. Nobody is making you.

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World Travels of the King of Wrought Iron: Shirou's Parallel World Adventures

Third World: Heretical Sword Saint in Bloody London

London, England

Shirou P.O.V.

I was pissed. No wait, scratch that. That's not even a good enough word for what I am right now. I don't typically blow my top so easily. I know I do have a bit of a tempter when I do lose it, but that's usually only when somebody insults my cooking, insults my swords, or wantonly harms innocents for absolutely no reason at all other than they felt like it. I was already in a foul mood after leaving the last world and appearing in this one, so finding myself in the middle of a ROOT-FUCKING UNDEAD ATTACK ON LONDON IS NOT WHAT I HAD IN MIND WHEN I NEEDED TO BLOW OFF STEAM!

I was rushing through the streets, trying to cut down every Ghoul in my path to the point my mantle which had only just finally turned back white after all it went through since my fight with [Zurvan] caused it to become blood-red from my own blood staining the fabric with my own life-bearing fluid, had once again been stained red. This is really starting to annoy me to no end. Every one I cut down seems to have three or even four more comeback to take its place. I was getting nowhere, and that's what only enraged me further.

Suffice to say, I was pissed beyond description or words for what I felt right now. I had begun to carve through the Ghouls running through the streets, feeding upon and harming the innocents simply going about their daily lives as a large fleet of big-ass blimps were dropping bombs on the city. I really only had those three triggers for setting me off, but dealing with the living dead is quickly becoming a close fourth in my list of 'things that piss me to no end' list. I think I may have a new trigger developing to set me off...

I was colorfully swearing openly in a few different languages right now as I carved a literal path through the ghouls as I came upon a surprising sight of a fucking priest, leading a charge against the Army of the Dead, but instead of saving the civilians caught in the crossfire, the self-righteous bastard was ordering them to murder them along with the walking corpses. The bastard saw me, directed his men to shoot or cut me down, but the Undead and his men both froze as my displeasure was made known to the arrogant prick proclaiming all innocents here to be heretics for cleansing…

"You did not just decide to slaughter innocents in front of me." The very earth seemed to tremble under my rage with every step I took towards the arrogant prick. "Pray to whatever deity you worship." The sheer pressure of my presence alone made the sick bastard of a fake priest understand his folly as fear began to color his features as he paled in deathly terror for his life. "But your hypocrisy shall go unheard." I say as I take yet a few more steps as the wrath of seemingly the entirety of Humanity itself bears down upon the scared shitless fool to anger me so. "For this Primordial Daemon offers no mercy for its prey!" The Asura manifests, crown of swords and all, but with something else this time as it does so. The Asura's six arms are spread out, yet at its hips behind me and right before it manifest two things, but they are blurry and still indistinct.

On my left side is something that is obviously demonic, yet is impossible to tell if it is male or female, with no obvious signs of distinguishable features. And on my right is a symbol of a cross with something nailed to it and a banner upon it, yet still impossible to tell what it is or any clear details beyond this. A perfect representation of what my secondary Aria is in one of its verses as the apparitions are connected to both my arms on the respective side they manifest on…

...In my Left Hand lies Hell's Wrath, and Held in my Right, Heaven's Joy…

The Anti-Evil weapons in the forms of Black Keys held in both of my hands become a series of fans of razor sharp steel as I spread them out with every intent of putting down a few in these bastards. I come forth, slicing every one of the Ghouls before me as they rush me in their mindless hunger for human flesh and blood. A few of these fake priests do the same but with bullets, yet all I do is cut them out of the air as I simply slash them down as I get close enough. The Ghouls burst into flames and the priest don't fare much better, showing just how corrupt they were to be engulfed by the sanctified blades of Black Keys of all things.

As I was approaching the fake priest, I noticed the cowardly bastard had a fucking plexi-glass box surrounding him and the vehicle he was standing in the bed of. I simply scowled even deeper; bastard didn't even have the courage to face these Ghouls without ensuring they couldn't touch him, yet left his men to their mercy? My rage simply fueled at the thought. He was even worse than that bastard, Kirie, and I thought he was the absolute scum of the earth and a pathetic excuse for a human being.

As I found myself right before him, he smiled nervously saying something about me not being able to break through this glass. Something about how not even vampires could break through it, so a demon like me wouldn't be able to either. I simply deadpanned at the guy and gave my response as I proved him wrong in the form of a sword fired at the bastard, shattering the glass box protecting him and leaving him to the mercy of the ghouls that swarmed him en mass for a free meal as the truck he stood in the bed of began to catch fire.

"Good thing I'm not a demon, then, but a daemon. Demons are destroyers of man; Daemons are allies of humanity. But you are a threat to humanity itself if you ignore the innocents like this, which last I checked is completely against your religion's supposed teachings. I HATE fake priests like you, asshole."

I said right after I shattered his little glass box apart, thereby rendering him defenseless against the hordes of Undead that threatened the very masses he abandoned in his folly. The ghouls ignored me and swarmed the bastard for the most part, as the few to try going for me were cut down mercilessly and tossed at the fake priest over my shoulder while I casually walked away as if I didn't just condemn a man to death. As he screamed from being ripped apart, I turned my back to him as I walked away, hearing his dying screams demanding to know who I was. I simply gave him one final answer as he was ripped apart by the very ghouls he subjected these innocents to in his religious fanaticism.

"WHAT ARE YOU?!" His eyes were wide at my single-word retort to his response, but the response I gave to his second question made my position even more clear just how badly the Root-damned fool screwed up and just how royally fucked he was right now.

"Just a sword-brained fool from a long line of hammer-swinging idiots."

"WHY ARE YOU JUST ABANDONING ME?! I am a ranking member of the Vatican, of the Church!"

"So? I'm atheist. And since you are a threat to human lives, I do not see any need nor reason to save you. Blame yourself for your folly of making an enemy of one of the Guardians."

"GUARDIANS OF WHAT?!" The fake priest screamed as he got grabbed by an undead that was once his own subordinate as it tore into his flesh, screaming in pain as he was being eaten alive by the rotting corpse of the men and women he abandoned to die in this hell.

"Existence."

After leaving the bastard to die and a little present in the form of a nameless Anti-Undead sword I stabbed into the vehicle right before I turned my back on the arrogant prick, I detonated it, killing him and the ghouls swarming him in the process. He got torn apart by the very ghouls he created by abandoning the innocents to the Undead army, but I at least offered him the mercy of avoiding the fate of becoming one of their ranks. A mercy the bastard didn't deserve for his transgressions.

As I was carving my path through the undead and the forces of the Vatican, based on the bastard's words and the weapons I saw on the fake priests I slew, I ran into an interesting group of individuals decked out in military-grade gear and attire trying and failing to save any civilians they could from the encroaching undead horde of Ghouls and lesser vampires. They tried to kill me too, but when I cut their bullets in mid-air down along with the ghouls swarming me again, I simply shouted in perfect English clear for all to hear my complaint.

"WHAT THE FUCKING ROOT-DAMNED HELL IS WITH ME AND THE UNDEAD?! IS 'EMIYA' SYNONYMOUS WITH 'UNDEAD SLAYER' AS MUCH AS IT IS 'MAGUS KILLER' NOW?! I FUCKING HATE THE ROOT-DAMNED UNDEAD!"

That got them to hesitate as I threw a few Black Keys behind them, killing a ghoul that tried to sneak up on them. When they understood I wasn't an enemy and was actually trying to save as many people as I could, that was when they spread word of an ally fighting off the ghouls to their superiors. I simply walked up to them while cutting down the ghouls that got too close once again, right before a literal flood of blood began to form and I started swearing once again as I jumped out of the way and barely too safety.

I then saw something that made my blood run cold. It was a vampire, and a very powerful one at that. The guys fighting alongside me were swearing themselves as they recognized the vampire, calling him their 'cavalry' and mentioning the name 'Alucard', the personal monster serving Sir Integra Windgates Fairbrook Hellsing and the Hellsing Organization's best vampire hunter who simply wishes to slay his own kind for reasons unknown even to the majority of its own members, or at least the rank-and-file grunts.

That actually got me to pause, as I recognized the guy from a few jobs I did for Zelretch, though not from personal face-to-face meetings or encounters. More like I heard of him, but only because the name was of interest to me simply due to what it spelled backwards. 'Alucard', which is 'Dracula' spelled backwards...the irony isn't lost on me, especially given the particular situation being the opposite of Dracula's own tale written by Bram Stoker and this guy being his opposite even down to his name…

After slaying a few more undead and helping them out, I got tired of slaying these remaining ghouls one by one, so I pulled something I was pretty sure would cause an uproar, but did it anyway. At this point I didn't even care, I just wanted the walking corpses re-dead due to the sheer annoyance they were to me by now. Dismissing the Back Keys in my right hand, I called forth the weapon given to me by my first wife, Arturia, along with the very sheathe that connected me to her that my Old Man used to save my life.

They both manifest in a shower of golden motes of light from within my body, emanating sacred light from the strongest sword, ranked highest among both holy and demonic as the strongest sword. As I began to call upon its power, all the ghouls around me began to shiver in fear at its presence, sensing the danger of this weapon and shying away from it, while all the surviving humans felt a sense of ease as motes of golden light began to gather to the blade, granting visions of peaceful days and memories of good times gone by as it gathers on the blade in my hands.

"Shine as a Beacon of Salvation amid the dark Sea of Despair..."

I bring the blade up above my head as I start chanting the words, and all the ghouls and nonhuman enemies begin to shudder, with Alucard actually stopping to turn and looking surprised to see the weapon in my hands, before a smile seems to split his face, not one of malice or hate, but of respect and fond remembrance, like he'd seen it once before and was familiar with it as I bring the sheathe down to the ground for what I had planned…

"Cleanse the Corrupt...Cleave the Wicked..."

The light shined brighter, and while the ghouls nearest to me began to panic as they burned from the light into ash, it was clear that Alucard wasn't fazed as much as they were, though he did look quite sleepy as the sun rose along with the sacred light of the sword and sheathe, while the other vampires who brought these ghouls began to panic from the sword in my hands, screaming something about it never being a part of their plans as their bodies smoked, but not incinerated outright. They were getting there, though…

"Oh, Sword of Hope's Light..."

Slamming the blade into the sheathe and flowing the sacred energies of them both throughout London as I utilize its power to cleanse evil it gained in my hands after acknowledging me as its second wielder in order to perform as mass wide area cleansing of the Undead by using the light of [Excalibur] in conjunction with its scabbard's potent protective powers to call upon the world itself for aid. As I shouted their names for all to hear with my voice a resounding echo through all of London, all heard and stopped at my proclamation…

"[Excalibur] and [Avalon]!"

Right after I slammed the sword into it's sheathe, a massive surge of sacred light burst forth from the entirety of London, engulfing all within as the surviving humans were healed from the brink of death while the unholy creatures of the Undead and Vampiric forces were decimated. The sun began to rise upon the horizon as the last of the weaker vampires were slain and aside from a few stronger vampires, the entirety of the Undead Army was annihilated.

And aside from the vampires from Hellsing and a few of the enemies attacking, nearly every ghoul and lower vampire was incinerated in a flash of cleansing light. The only enemies spared were a werewolf, a few stronger vampires, and the rest were ash from being bathed in the Strongest Sword once wielded by none other than the Once and Future King of all of Britannia. Lifting the sword back off the ground after its work was done, I simply willed the sword and sheathe back inside me for when it was needed once more in the future.

[Excalibur] had actually been screaming to be released so it could deal with this attack upon its native soil, but I held it back for the sole reason of what was happening now. The people around me saw that little display, and I felt a flush of embarrassment as I scratched the back of my head in a nervous habit of the attention they were giving me. Turning to look at what was left of an enemy blimp that had crashed into the ground, I walk up to it with a frown of displeasure clear upon my face as I found the culprit behind this attack.

The culprit wasn't even a person. At least, not a flesh and blood one, but of steel and gears, oil and springs. It was…

"Well I'll be a Root Hound...A fucking rogue automaton...that's what was behind all this death and destruction here? You have got to be fucking shitting me..."

...completely unbelievable. Especially considering just what the fuck this guy's history from tracing its parts was. A fucking NAZI automaton. Unbelievable. I had such a look of incredulous disbelief on my face at the sight it just laughed at my face, even when it was on the verge of breaking. It could LAUGH?

"Vhat's ze matter? Cat got ur tongue? I expected Zir Aellsing to be ze one to end me, but I did not expect to find a vielder to [Excalibur] showing up zis late in da game..." It chuckled, and my disbelief turned into a frown of displeasure then became a scowl of murderous rage as my incredulous disbelief was quickly exchanged with murderous wrath at its choice of words.

"You mean to tell me...you did all this...for something...as stupid… AS A FUCKING GAME!?" I was not shouting, but I came very close to it at this moment. I simply glared at him with such rage right now, that he simply returned it with the same irritating smirk as he simply stared at me, before said smirk suddenly was replaced with confusion, then shock, before a smile made its way to the automaton's face.

"Ahh, I zee now...oou are just zike me...a machine simply trying oo fulfill oour purpose too, no?"

I snapped at what this thing just said. It dares to compare itself with me?! Fuck that! I simply warp my left hand into my Wrought Iron Claw, grip its head in an unbreakable hold, and proceed to squeeze real hard as I dragged it's mechanical ass up off the floor, crushing its 'skull' as I threw it up a full fifty meters into the air, and then pull my hammer, [Iron Ire], out with the same hand I tossed it up with, and as he came back down, I said two words that got the message across of just how badly it royally fucked up as the smile on its face was replaced with a look of fear as it met its end…

"GET BENT!"

...and slammed it so hard with a home run swing that it went right into the outskirts of London, through any still standing buildings in its way, and its body shattering into scrap along the way as it finally met its end long after it shouldn't have even been able to keep functioning, surprising the two women here, one I assume is this 'Sir Hellsing' I heard about given the quite tracing of her sword in her hand, and the other is obviously a vampire, given her blood red eyes, but distinct lacking of an arm and a blood-manipulated limb acting in its place. She's obviously with Hellsing, given what Alucard was doing just a short while ago, plus she was wearing the same uniform as some of the Hellsing men I fought alongside with up until now.

"...If that damned thing was still running its mouth after all that, I will personally ensure that its ass is slag and I'll melt it down to turn it into a new sword for my arsenal..."

I said as I released the built-up power I had maintained since killing that fake priest as I walked away to make sure that damned automaton wasn't running its mouth any more than it should have any right to. After I finished powering down my magic, I return to normal, the electric-fire dying off and my metallic-seeming flesh softening back to a more normal fleshy appearance of dark caramel colored skin, with two-tone rust-red and ash-white hair and hetero-chromatic gold and silver eyes. Leisurely walking over to over to where that mechanical little shit was, I was intent to make sure that bastard was 'dead' once and for all. If it wasn't...well, I'd have no problem making sure it was finally 'broken' once and for all via dismantling it by blowing it up from the inside through deliberately failed reinforcement…

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Few Hours Later

This is getting annoying as hell. I get how people see me as some kind of second-coming to King Arthur, given how I am the current owner and wielder of 'his' sword and sheathe, but still...I AM NOT THE KING OF KNIGHTS, ROOT-DAMMIT!

Slipping to the outskirts of London as it was in the midst of trying to catalog the number of its dead and damages caused by this little incident, as well as the backlash by the Vatican for the atrocities committed by its own agents for dealing with the incident, trying to murder the innocents whose only sin was being natural born citizens of England. Suffice to say, they were fairly quick to disavow the actions of this 'Iscariot' group. I simply scoffed at the public statement of them going rogue. I know what this is, and I wasn't fooled in the slightest.

Still, made my wanting to leave all the more blatant in my attempts to get the people of London off my back. I was not King Arthur, I am not going to replace King Arthur, so I was sneaking out of the city with every intent to disappear into the night. I was not going to get caught up in the petty politics of a world I was not a part of, nor was I intending to stay here for one second longer than I was.

I knew that vampiress was looking for me and trying to keep me in Hellsing's custody, but I was not going to stay or have it. I decided to leave and that's that. I was going and they weren't going to stop me. Getting to the outskirts of jolly old London after making sure I collected every scrap of that mechanical bastard's metal bits and pieces, I store its 'corpse' into the [Gates of Babylon] as raw material for study and melting down for reforging, or possibly even repairing, rebuilding, remaking, and repurposing it for a more beneficial use than a deranged mechanical mass murdering automaton left behind by the Fascist regime of the German Nazi Party of World War II. Then I slash open the portal to leave for the next world. Time to get going on my travels for now. Preferably somewhere without Undead invasions, Vampiric Monster Hunters, or homicidal mechanical fat bastards...

A/N: I know, short chapter this time around. This time Shirou was in the world of Hellsing, in case none of you got the references. I had Shirou collect the parts of the Major, and the jury is out on what he will do with them. After all, an advanced automaton like the Major was is not something one encounters very often, and Shirou, as much as he hated the pile of scrap, can appreciate a could piece of machinery. Keep in mind, he likes to tinker, so he might repurpose and modify the Major for more benevolent purposes. Next Chapter, Shirou makes a comeback to a specific section of the Nasuverse, and suffice to say, it's gonna be an interesting few chapters. Until Next Chapter, PEACE OUT!