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"Now, four have been accepted. Is Karna on the ground?" Fran felt a little surprised by the new connection.

"Lancer won't give in to you!" Gray stared at her seriously.

Fran sneered: "Of course, after all, they all had their own pride in life. I don't expect them to accept me, but enslavement through the Command Seal is enough!"

Turning around, Fran glanced at Shijie Jieli and Mordred. They are the best examples of the meaning of this sentence.No matter how dissatisfied Mordred was with him, he still had to worry about the life and death of the Command Spell and the original Master.

Nor did she hold the illusion that she could make them do things they didn't like to do simply by verbal orders.But this kind of slavery is enough for her!

Even if these guys want to resist after using the command spell, they are not her opponents, are they?

"Hmph." Without talking to Gray, Fran said to Achilles, Chiron, and Mordred: "Then, at the end of this boring Holy Grail War, no matter what mood you are holding at the moment, You must also want to witness to the end? Is there anyone willing to come with me?"

"Of course, miss."

Chiron didn't speak.

Mordred showed a complicated expression to the distant Lion Jie Jieli, and then turned around decisively.

Afterwards, the three heroic spirits led by the girl walked down the tunnel, heading for victory.

As for the losers, Gray and Shishijie Jieli could only look at her back.

These two opponents, who were fighting not long ago, now have the same unwillingness on their expressions.

Who is the winner, who is the loser, and who will get the ultimate Holy Grail has nothing to do with them.

The battle on the periphery of the hanging garden was declared to be completely over at this moment.

And the girl, without a doubt, is the oriole...

……

Hanging garden, study.

The battle is raging outside, and the team with great strength is coming soon.

A trembling sound gradually approaching the door, shaking his desk from time to time.

The Empress has already been defeated, Atalanta has betrayed, and Achilles' whereabouts are unknown. Even His Excellency Shiro is still inside the Great Holy Grail at this moment. Apart from him, the red camp has almost no external combat power.

Faced with such a threat, Shakespeare was neither nervous, nor did he want to cause any trouble to delay the time.

Holding the pen and paper in his hand, he continued to write vigorously.

In less than five or six minutes, the blank paper in his hand has already written a full page of words.

"Probably that's the only way..." Shakespeare thought with some regret that if he had enough time, he still had the inspiration to continue writing.

The script that was temporarily added can only be connected with the original one in a short period of about [-] words.

It can be called a "side story" about the protagonist Amakusa Shiro Tokisada.

"The inspiration should be presented by the next theater! It's almost time for me to go to the room of the Great Holy Grail to wait for orders." Shakespeare said to himself happily.

Even though he was restrained by the Command Spell by the Master (Shiro Amakusa), he didn't have any rebellious thoughts at the moment.

Rather, it was because everyone was defeated and only he was left behind, which made him feel extremely excited.

Now all the stories are described by him, which is closer to his original wish [to live until the end of the Holy Grail War - to write the story about the Holy Grail War].

"If you add the spreading power in the world, the impact of this chapter must be even greater!" Shakespeare put away his pen, and then took the paper folder to 'that book'.

Shakespeare got up from his seat, arranged his clothes, and went out.

There are those who can only observe, there are saints who need to torture their hearts, and there are villains who recall their fears that they least want to recall.

So, how far will the story go in the end?

We are getting more and more excited...

……

Sky Garden, interior.

The stone-paved passage seemed to extend forward infinitely. Weston and his party followed Atalanta's lead and walked through the corridor all the way. Five or six minutes had passed, but they still hadn't seen the end.

The width of the passage becomes narrower as you go down. Up to the current range, it can only accommodate two people parallel at most. On the other hand, the ceiling is so high that it is almost invisible. On this point, at least the surroundings are not dark. .And the air is filled with the smell of soil, giving people an incredible feeling.

Until now, because Atalanta led the way, there were almost no obstacles along the way.There were quite a few dragon tooth soldiers left by Semiramis, but it didn't bring them any possibility of getting close to being injured.

"This kind of building is probably caused by the red Assassin? It's really disgusting!" Although they can also run, but this is such a narrow passage, if a dragon tooth soldier points a gun at them in front of them, they will say Maybe they will hit it by themselves.

The rustling sound came from time to time from the front of the corridor.

"Are the Dragon Tooth Soldiers again?" Joan of Arc subconsciously grasped the holy flag.

Atalanta's ears moved, and she shook her head immediately: "No... it should be the end of the battle outside!"

From the beginning of leading the way, there have been fiery winds or thunderous roars from outside the hanging garden.But just now, the raging and violent battle outside has begun to calm down.

Of course, it may also be that they gradually walked to the depths, and they could no longer hear the sounds of fighting outside.

But after walking for such a long time, what should be over should have ended, and I am afraid that those heroic spirits should also follow their footsteps.

"Don't worry about the outside world! What should come will come eventually!" said Weston.He was not in a hurry, anyway, at the last moment, those heroic spirits had to follow up to meet his purpose.

"Indeed, as far as the current situation is concerned, I haven't sensed that the magic power of any heroic spirit has disappeared. At least there are still fighting outside..." Joan of Arc pondered, staring at the endless darkness in the corridor ahead: "Although it is just a hunch, but It should be close to the Great Holy Grail."