The Sixth Level of Academy City

After the scorching flames, the tip of the golden spear pierced through the heat wave, turning into a golden light and shooting away. Just as Zieg wanted to stop him, he received a message. A blue light flashed in his eyes. The entangled power of darkness tore a crack, and his whole body retreated in. The raging bone dragon seemed to have received some message, and after spewing a mouthful of frosty dragon breath towards the ground, he flapped his wings and left.

Karna walked out of the flames with a spear in his hand, and there was obvious doubt on his eyebrows, "Going away?"

why?

Now even Karna didn't quite understand, the enemy did have a very big advantage, big enough to kill him in one wave, as long as the opponent could consume him, the remaining Atalanta and Semira Mies is impossible to block the enemy's footsteps.

Regardless of quality, there is a huge gap in terms of quantity alone, not to mention that Atalanta's combat effectiveness is not extremely strong, and Shakespeare is a fake Caster who is useless except for certain situations. The knight of the sword can be defeated by himself.

As for the last Semiramis and Amakusa Shiro, the ending can be imagined.

Now that Chigurh is retreating, there is no doubt that Amakusa Shiro has room to breathe. Although he is seriously injured, there are still some emergency measures in the garden. Not to mention a complete cure, there is no big problem in healing... But, Why did the other party do this?

Karna stared deeply at the golden spaceship in the distance, he knew that spaceship...but his owner was not the one he remembered.

At this time, Amakusa Shiro, who was taken away by Atalanta, slowly woke up with the help of the empress. He barely stood up and coughed up a big mouthful of blood. He didn't care to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and leaned against the empress' arms , laughed self-deprecatingly, "Sure enough, fighting head-on is still a bit too much for a heroic spirit of my level."

"That white-haired knight can fight Lancer very well. It's not shameful for you to be able to persist for a while under the situation of being attacked." While taking care of Amakusa Shiro, the empress saw the battle between Karna and Zieg. She had to admit that with Rider out of the field, Karna was the only one on their side who could deal with that weird knight.

"It seems... I lost... No matter in terms of strategy or strength, I lost completely, ahem." Amakusa Shiro coughed violently a few times.

"We still have four heroic spirits left, and most of the functions of my hanging garden are normal. It's not time to admit defeat." The empress said seriously.

Amakusa Shiro shook his head helplessly, managed to break free from the empress's embrace, and stood up while leaning on the wall, "The opponents...only black Saber, red Saber, Ruler, Berserker, and that unknown knight, the opponent The Archer, Rider, Caster, Assassin, and the ace Lancer haven't even shown up..."

"That man hasn't shown up yet."

Karna's clear voice sounded in the hall, he came to the side and stood up, and said calmly, "That person is the key."

"That's right..." Amakusa Shiro wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, "I'm afraid the Yugdomirenia family has been completely controlled by him in one breath, and all the enemy spirits tonight are under his arrangement Only then did the challenge appear..."

"One person controls all the heroic spirits?" The empress' eyes flickered.

"No, he's different," Amakusa Shiro naturally understood what the empress meant, and he shook his head with a wry smile, "I feel like he always treats the Holy Grail War as a game, and he doesn't care about the control of the heroic spirits at all, even the result I don't care, everything he does seems to break the original rhythm."

"Hohohoho, it's like breaking the original script. He's really not liked by my author."

"Caster! It's already this time, can't you shut your mouth?!" The empress gave Shakespeare a fierce look.

Shakespeare shook his head nonchalantly, "Everyone, I don't know if I should say something or not."

"If it's about your stupid play, I think you can shut up."

"No, Assassin, let him talk." Amakusa Shiro motioned for Shakespeare to continue.

"Uh, that, actually, I seem to have seen the man on the aircraft somewhere..." Shakespeare held his chin and said seriously.

"Um?!!"

Everyone, including Atalanta, who was still immersed in Achilles' death and was about to close herself, raised their heads in unison and looked at Shakespeare.

No matter how powerful a hero is, as long as he knows his real name, he can understand his weaknesses. In that case, there may not be no hope of a comeback!

Amakusa Shiro's hope that was about to be extinguished was rekindled in an instant, he looked closely at Shakespeare, "Caster, hurry up, tell me everything you know!"

"Oh oh oh, things are probably like this..."

Chapter 186 Shabby's Story

Because Shakespeare inadvertently saw the face of Luo Fang sitting on the vimana through the empress's monitoring screen. He didn't pay much attention at the time, but he thought of something soon after.

When he was writing the script back then, he searched a lot of materials in the Royal Library of Great Britain to enrich his literary themes, including many fairy tales. Once he sneaked into the basement of the library that was not allowed to enter , hoping to find some useful material there.

But there, not only did he not find any useful material, but he almost put his life in it.It's not that he was arrested for violating the regulations, but that he saw a lot of things there that he shouldn't have seen.

Among them is a portrait that is said to be handed down from the time of King Arthur. Shakespeare was naturally very interested at that time. The writer was very pleased with the clues about the story of the legendary king. He carefully pulled out this dusty portrait. Gently blow off the dust that has accumulated on it, and you are about to start observing.

In fact, before he took out the painting, he was thinking, if it is really a portrait of King Arthur, it is reasonable for this kind of antique to be stored in the palace, why would it be thrown in this basement to eat ashes?

After taking it out, he was very disappointed. Only a small part of the so-called portrait could be seen, and the rest was stained with black stains, making it impossible to see clearly. The only place left was the lower half of a man's face. The person in the painting seems to be smiling, but because there are too many covered places, it is impossible to know what the person in the painting looks like.

It seems that it is because this painting has been polluted that it is a pity to throw it away, but it is not qualified to keep it in the palace, so it can only be thrown in the basement of the library as a display.

After understanding it, Shakespeare put the painting back without interest, and when he was about to find something else, he was attracted by the decayed frame.

There was a small line of small writing in there, written in ancient Celtic, much of which was corroded and illegible, but Shakespeare still read a bit from it-"Send...noble... …king"

The painting appears to have been given to some king?Could it really be the famous King Arthur?In other words, the smiling man in this painting is probably King Arthur himself?

Shakespeare, who didn't know that he had gone too far wrong, happily wrote down a story about King Arthur and the painter in his small notebook. It was really scary when the writer's mind spread out. Thinking of the unfolding of this portrait, there are no less than a hundred kinds of love and hatred.

Shakespeare, who was still immersed in his creation, accidentally knocked over a bookshelf, and the disrepaired wooden shelf collapsed with a crash. Shakespeare panicked and found a place to hide, for fear that the administrator would come in and catch him. .

However, it seems that the management staff outside the basement really took advantage of the working hours to sneak away, and there was no movement under such a loud noise. After Shakespeare repeatedly confirmed that there was no problem, he hurriedly wanted to restore the bookshelf.

After working for a long time, Shakespeare, who was sweating profusely and covered his face with dust, did not put the bookshelf back, but broke the supporting wooden board completely. After giving up the treatment, he simply smashed the jar and sat down on the ground.

Then Shakespeare's eyes were attracted by an ancient book that looked old. He picked up the book curiously. He didn't know if it was too cool in the basement or something. At that time, he felt a chill running down his spine. Infiltrate.But he didn't care at all, picked up the book and flipped through it.

The more he read Shakespeare, the more confused he became. He dared not say that he knew all European languages, but at least he could tell which language belonged to which country. But he was sure that the language in this book did not belong to any language family he knew.

Shakespeare, thinking it might be some ancient language, was about to put the book down and slip away, but what was behind it stopped him in his tracks.

It was Old Celtic, the language on the previous frame, about which Shakespeare happened to know, so he read on patiently.

"Month... 160 seven people, 67 males, 42 females, 58 babies... cut... chopped... flesh and blood sacrifices to the great... Su..." The crooked black tadpole-like handwriting is really annoying to read, Shakespeare After reading two pages, I found that it seemed to be recording some religious ceremony.

It seems to be the teachings of some cult in ancient times, right?Shakespeare endured the discomfort after reading those bloody sacrificial methods that are contrary to human reason, and finally couldn't help it. He closed the book and planned to take the book out and burn it.