Proposed by the most beautiful you in the world [Comprehensive]

Archer was extremely embarrassed to avoid the sledgehammer that fell from above. The powerful weapon slammed on the stone floor of the park, making a deafening roar, and at the same time, the stone slab was also torn apart, and stone chips flew around. .

"As expected of the great hero in mythology, Hercules...is really strong enough."

Although exhausted and it was quite difficult to hide, Archer still did not forget to let out a sigh of relief.

The enemy currently fighting with him with crushing strength is the heroic spirit who descended as Berserker in the Holy Grail War, and his real body is the famous hero Hercules described in Greek mythology.

After being berserk, he lost his sanity and greatly increased his attack power. Facing such a Berserker, Archer actually complained in his heart.

Now he deeply felt that he was called to participate in this Holy Grail War, it was purely a thankless dawdling.

Not to mention personal grievances, it is very unlucky to have an idiot master who is provocative everywhere, and now he has to figure out how to hold on for a while longer, so that the idiot can run a little further.

The master of Berserker seemed to be determined to win the Holy Grail. On the first day of the Holy Grail War, he took the initiative to kill Assassin.

On the second night, he came to the door without any shyness.

Because Archer was able to distance himself from Berserker, he really managed to deal with it for a while.However, during this difficult process, he unexpectedly learned that the blue spearmen who fought with him yesterday were also killed by Berserker, not long ago.

——If that Lancer is not out of his mind, or just like him, he has a master with a mind out of the way.

As long as he wasn't out of his mind, he wouldn't have thought of confronting such a ferocious Berserker face to face.

Archer tentatively thinks that Lancer is not as stupid as he is. That guy is clearly playing guerrilla tactics and will not fight the enemy head-on for the time being.Therefore, Archer had to be shocked that he would die so quickly.

...Forget it, how can I manage so much now.

The red Heroic Spirit took a deep breath, and a cautious look appeared in his cold eyes.

Hercules' ability seems to be immortality, or in other words, the only way to completely eliminate him is to kill him a dozen times persistently.

Archer had already killed him twice, and assuming the blue lancer wasn't going to do nothing before his death, he'd add one more—and even then, it wasn't even close.

In view of this reason that had to be faced, Archer was already mentally prepared to project the Noble Phantasm again to eliminate Berserker's life, and then Shi ran back home.

Ah, master, you can only ask for blessings——Thinking like this, while avoiding the sledgehammer that fell again, Archer's eyes darkened, and the light of projection magic emerged in his hand, and he was about to make the final attack!

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah—"

An astonishing roar resounded throughout the area where no one was but them.

It was Berserker's voice.

However, it was not Archer who caused the fatal attack on Berserker.

"……It's you?"

After a short moment of astonishment, Archer waved away the smoke that blocked his vision, and finally saw another figure suddenly appearing in the center of the battlefield.

He was taken aback for a moment, and then, his surprise and suspicion could hardly be concealed with subtle expressions.

"No, the breath and magic power have changed, and even the appearance..."

Archer wondered for a moment whether he had denied the wrong person, but in the next moment, he rejected this suspicion again.

As long as someone who has seen "him" will never mistake him when they meet again.

After all——the heroic spirit walking slowly from the treacherous black mist that spread suddenly, seemed to be a creation made by God himself, so perfect.

Archer remembers that he saw this Heroic Spirit at the home of Master Matou Shinji.

To sum it up in a vulgar word, that is, "a glimpse", Archer, who felt that he had experienced countless winds and rains, couldn't help but hold his breath when he saw the true face of the heroic spirit.

He still remembered that the Heroic Spirit seemed to have a lot to do with Rider who was dragging him back then, and, the most puzzling thing was, he also knew Gilgamesh...

incredible.

Even if it's been many days, it won't be...to make myself look like this.

That hero came over.

Berserker, who was seriously injured for some unknown reason, seemed to be suddenly cut off by a transparent barrier into a completely silent space. The roar could not be heard at all, and he fell silently into the thick shadow that gradually expanded behind the heroic spirit.

As if consciously, the black shadow passed over Berserker's completely stunned Master, and followed the "Master", slowly engulfing the space filled with silence.

Archer was more and more able to see the fine black lines all over the heroic spirit's profile, just like the traces of a mandala blooming, and the flower stems took root in the neck that was too white to hold.

The long hair that was originally the same color as the sky hung down behind him, turning into colorless snow white.The Heroic Spirit stared straight at him with dark, empty eyes, and immediately made Archer feel horrified as if he was being targeted by an extremely dangerous beast.

Archer really wanted to avoid it, at least not to stand here and let others bully him.

But unfortunately, he couldn't run anymore, the black thread protruding from the shadows had tightly wrapped around his feet.At that moment, the sticky and cold feeling transmitted from the contact surface to the internal organs of the body is like a shadow formed by the condensed evil thoughts, which makes people feel cold physically and mentally, and feel extremely uncomfortable.

"Polluted...?"

Archer was even more shocked.

There are almost no things in this world that can pollute a heroic spirit, except for the black mud of the Holy Grail—but, how could a guy surrounded by those two powerful heroic spirits stick to such a disgusting thing? !

"Wait a minute, you still—"

"To shut up."

Archer: "..."

The man who was blocked back before he finished speaking was very helpless and closed his mouth.However, to be honest, Archer's mentality has changed again now.

He still didn't intend to go back alive, but his heart was filled with doubts, which made him really want to know how this heroic spirit tossed himself into such a state——

wrong.

wait a second.

The next action made by the opponent made Archer aware of the strangeness.

He suddenly realized that the phrase "shut up" was not addressed to him, but to a "person" whom he could not see but whose heroic spirit could sense its existence.

*****

"You don't talk, myself, to prove."

Amid the splitting headache, Ellie's voice was soft and steady, but others could hear the slight impatience hidden in the voice.

"Stubborn."

The voice that had been talking in his ear sighed with unknown emotion, as if he could not understand what he was doing now: "Why do you need to do more? Even if he is in a similar situation to yours, it is just an example... Expand the scope and find Wouldn't it be more straightforward to have more examples that are sufficient to illustrate the problem?"

"..."

Al responded with silence.

He was obsessed with all the negative emotions in the world, and he almost lost his mind completely.

He followed the black figure in a daze, but in the middle of the walk, a surviving thought struggled to emerge, bringing a faint clarity.

——No, I can't go there yet... I want to try, I want to... Take another look!

Therefore, with a little stubbornness born from the heart, Ellie, whose mind was in chaos, accidentally broke away from "Solomon"'s hand in the same way.

This is probably the last attempt.

"I felt that way the first time I saw you."

"We're the same kind of people—at least in one respect, we have almost identical traits."

That's why Ellie insisted on finding Archer.

It doesn't matter whether you have a deep intuition, or you are forced to look for a straw to save your life, in short, here he is.

Archer finally smelled the blood on his face.

His pupils constricted at this moment, but his eyes could clearly reflect the face of the close heroic spirit.

This distance is really...too dangerous!

Not only the danger of life brought about by crisis and death, but also an indescribable temptation to confuse innocent people and then drag them into the depths of hell.

The black lines all over the heroic spirit's side face seem to be alive, flowing slowly like water on the surface of the skin.

Archer couldn't move, couldn't speak, he could only watch Heroic Spirit raised his hand, and also touched his chest with his fingers.When we met for the first time, I vaguely remembered that Heroic Spirit's hands were covered by gloves, but now, with no trace of the gloves, the dark color began to spread upward from the fingertips.

A book—yes, a book! ——Slowly protruding from Archer's chest, it was strange that he himself felt nothing, not even a trace of pain.

Ying Ling picked up the book, lowered his almost transparent eyelids, and opened the pages.

At this time, Archer inexplicably had the illusion that all his privacy had been pryed into by outsiders.

shhhhh--

The swishing sound of pages turning became the only evidence that this suffocating silence had been broken.

Archer, who can't do anything but wait, is depressed and irritable. He really wants to question this heroic spirit who appeared out of nowhere, and ask him what the hell he's doing, but it's a pity...

Huh?

Can move?

No, it's not that he can move.

It was because at this moment, for some reason, the Heroic Spirit's hands holding the book began to tremble unceasingly, and then, his body seemed to be shaking again——

He suddenly grabbed the piece of fabric on Archer's neck and pulled the man up abruptly.

"why……"

Yingling said in a low voice.

"You who are so similar to me are also..."

The hand holding the collar was still shaking.

That is, at the moment when the eyes met, Archer was shocked by the eyes belonging to the heroic spirits who were close at hand.

Had he ever seen a look of despair like this?

No.He knew very well what kind of expressions people would have after they had completely lost hope, because he had seen many, many, but the sufferings of those poor people he had seen before were far from what this heroic spirit possessed.

Had he ever been acquainted with this miserable man?

No.Before that, they lived their lives as vegetarians.

Suwei has lived his life, but he feels sorry for each other.

Emotions can be conveyed, what's more, they are so close that Archer even feels that he can perceive the other person's thoughts at this moment.

From loss to disappointment, and from disappointment to despair, there is inevitably a deep unwillingness.

Archer is also a man who passively accepts other people's ideals and gives everything he has for this "ideal" that is not what he really expected.

He lost his life and did not give up after death, choosing to become a heroic spirit and continue to run for the non-existent "ideal".

Having experienced many things, spent long years, hated and struggled, he suddenly realized that his persistent ideal was wrong, and his own existence itself was also a mistake.

Looking back, he also became a man with no future and no direction.

...how similar.

Even the results are similar.

Ai Er stared at the calm man in front of him with eyes that lost his temperature, and suddenly he didn't want to continue what he hadn't finished speaking.

No, not yet.

This man cannot be used as an example of "proof".

Because, Archer has much more than the Lost Man named Ellie, and he even found a way to end this wrong future - killing his past "self".

Regardless of whether this approach is feasible.

In this Holy Grail War, Archer was summoned back to the world where he lived together with his past self.

It turns out that although he has lost his "future", he still has his "past".

But Airlie has nothing.

Wrong, wrong, wrong...

If this continues, isn't there only... that one solution...

……

Archer didn't struggle as he was engulfed by the rising black mist.

His brows have been furrowed since the beginning of the boredom that lingered in his heart, and he can no longer relax it. In silence, he witnessed the heroic spirit turn his back, leave with heavier and more tired steps than when he came, and walk towards the darker place.

Finally, he spoke at the last moment:

"Although I don't know what you have experienced, it's best not to be deceived. The Holy Grail is not a good thing."

After that, until he was swallowed by the black mist, the heroic spirit didn't turn around, and naturally he didn't reply.

Right.

Because Ellie couldn't hear what he said at all.

It could be felt that the soul of the dead heroic spirit was blocked by this blank body, and the silent roar blocked his hearing.

At the same time, a familiar voice insisted on communicating with him.

"Look, the result is still the same. That man's experience can't bring you enlightenment. If you don't have a good example, you can just create it yourself, choose it yourself, and observe it with your own eyes."

"It's not enough. There are only four souls of heroic spirits. If you want to open the Great Holy Grail, you must add at least one more."

The phantom that changed into the appearance of Solomon showed pity, and gently hugged the distraught Ellie into his arms, and his voice was like a lingering whisper between lovers: "There are only Saber and Rider left. Who do you want to choose? Just choose." Rider, his magic power is stronger."

"Why, why are you still hesitating. Airlie, Ellie?"

The phantom was about to call out again, but it never thought that according to common sense, the Heroic Spirit, who had been completely polluted by black mud and would obey its words, pushed it away heavily.

There was even a look of disgust that could not be ignored, showing no mercy on his cold face.

"What should I do, myself, choose."

Phantom couldn't believe it: "Why do you resist me? Ellie, am I not the most trusted person you recognize in your heart?"

Headache.

It's like the pain of being pierced into a nerve by thousands of needles.

The already dim and chaotic field of vision was scattered into several pieces. Ellie closed his eyes, opened them after a while, and King Solomon's face was still in front of him.

"You are not, Solomon."

So decisive, leaving no room for maneuver.

Even if his footsteps were as heavy as lead, he did not hesitate to step forward and walked straight forward.

After watching Archer's life, his frail spirit collapsed, mixed with countless silk-like turbid magic powers and reorganized. Today, his consciousness is unprecedentedly clear.

"Solomon, it won't be like this."

He was awake, so he could tell immediately that this figure was not the real Solomon.

Like all great figures worthy of epic records and extolled by future generations, King Solomon's soul is equally noble, but, compared with those two kings, Solomon's light is not as dazzling, but peaceful and soft.

He didn't see the familiar "light" that made him feel warm from the figure, so it wasn't Solomon.

Regardless of whether it was for deception or not, Ellie couldn't bear to use such filthy things to construct the image of the king.

He didn't pause at all, and walked past the figure that suddenly dimmed after the words were finished.

As they passed by, the human figure made of black mud collapsed and merged into the dense shadows under their feet, without causing any ripples...

"The Holy Grail."

"The Holy Grail."

"The last soul... is not missing. I can count myself as one of them."

Before this, there has never been a precedent for a Heroic Spirit serving as the Lesser Holy Grail, but it does not mean that such an exception is not feasible.

The moon was obscured behind by a sudden dark cloud.

Surrounded by blackness, the still beautiful Heroic Spirit looked into the distance under the dark night sky, his pure black eyes could not see any emotion.

"They, maybe they will come."

"To stop me—or, to kill me."

*****

When Ozymandias arrived at the huge cavity in the ground of the temple, he saw the person he was looking for at a glance.

In the hollow, a giant magic circle is in operation.

The red light emitted was so eye-catching, reflecting on the calm and pale face of the heroic spirit, it seemed to add some bright colors to him.

"I didn't expect that it was you who came first."

His voice echoed in the vast empty space, and Ozymandias heard a faint sigh for some reason.

"Isn't this what it should be?" Ozymandias said dissatisfiedly: "Could it be that what you are waiting here is not Yu?"

"...Anyone can."

After being silent for a while, the heroic spirit said slowly: "You, Jill, Artoria...it doesn't matter who comes."

"Not enough... There is still a part of the magic power missing. In order for the Great Holy Grail to appear, it is necessary to use the magic power of another heroic spirit to fill this gap. I just didn't expect that you would be the one who came first."

Ozymandias instantly understood what he meant.

"Ha, do you want to use the rest to fill this gap? You really..."

The sound of the following words was roughly covered by the noise of the magic circle and could not be heard clearly.But the Heroic Spirit, whose back was turned to him, trembled a little imperceptibly.

Then, he turned around and cast his still cold eyes from afar.

"It was Yu who got there first, that's good."

The Pharaoh's face was half covered by the shadow cast from above the cave, making his expression dim, and the Heroic Spirit could only tell his state of mind from his tone.

"There is no need to hide, Yu has already seen through your thoughts. Al, you are hesitating, and you don't want to stand in the opposite direction with Yu."

The corner of Heroic Spirit's mouth moved slightly, and an inconspicuous line appeared on his face, but soon, the tiny ripple disappeared without a sound.

"This is the only wish I can confirm at present, so it must be fulfilled."

"yes."

For some reason, Ozymandias took a step forward.

"It's just magic power—it's nothing, I'll give it to you."

Said so arrogantly.

He walked out of the coverage of the shadow, allowing Yingling to see the smile on the man's handsome face.

"However, you have to think clearly about how to take it to satisfy Yu."

"Exchange yourself, your body, your life, your soul, everything about you—oh, although I really want to say this, but unfortunately, the time and place are not suitable, not to mention, there are people who don't know how to avoid danger. Outsiders are here to disturb you."

……coming.

Shocked by Ozymandias' unexpected words, the heroic spirit was relieved, but thought in a daze.

coming.

What he was waiting for, another person.

--Gilgamesh.

It seems that a long time ago, I was watched by such eyes...

He hates, despises, and treats him like nothing, as if he is the most unforgivable existence in this world.Even looking at him one more time while suppressing disgust is a rare gift.

It stands to reason that Airlie, who has been polluted by black mud, would not have inner fluctuations because of such eyes.

He has finally found a "direction" for which he can work hard. He should be delighted, excited, and desperate to achieve his goal.All other blocking factors should not stir up any ripples in his heart. His goal is unprecedentedly clear.

However, what happened to the slight tenderness that appeared in the frozen and numb heart now?

"This king just didn't take care of it a little bit, and he became like this... Sun, let him forget it, even you are so useless!"

The figure that appeared in the great void was that supreme king.

The first line of sight Wang cast fell on the heroic spirit wrapped in pitch-black, he frowned first, and an indistinguishable darkness flashed in his scarlet eyes.

Then——he turned his eyes away without stopping, and turned to look at another heroic spirit here, without concealing the anger in his words.

"It was Yu's mistake, and Yu does not deny that."

Ozymandias said in a deep voice.

Gilgamesh glanced at him, snorted coldly, and then looked away more simply.

"Since you are self-aware, let's quickly clean up this mess," he said.

The tone was clearly very calm, as if what he was talking about was just a trivial matter.

However, when Ozymandias saw clearly the look that appeared on the face of this man who was at least calm and getting along with him at the moment—a look that was almost mocking, he stopped what he was about to say, and his expression couldn't help but change slightly.

"Golden, you..."

Swish-clang!

The ear-piercing sound of sudden metal collision and friction immediately overwhelmed the unbelievable doubts of the pharaoh, and then what sounded in the hollow was a painful muffled groan.

"Uh...uh, ah..."

Every bone in the whole body seemed to bear a heavy pressure.

The chains that shone with golden light suddenly jumped out of mid-air, first entangled the limbs, and then added inescapable restraints to other parts, almost cutting the body to pieces.

Caught off guard, Airlie had no way to escape.

When he was tightly bound by a chain around his neck, he was overwhelmed by the feeling of suffocation, and his eyes were suddenly blurred.But the other party was not even willing to give him room to survive or adapt, and in the next second, he was dragged away by the chains and slammed into the hard and cold cave wall.

"Uh--"

very... very good...

The pain he felt this time, besides allowing him to experience the pain of bone contusion more clearly, on the contrary, it made his consciousness, which had been in a trance for a moment, a little bit clearer.

"Ji... jia..."

The pain, the anger that suddenly broke through layers of barriers, all emerged, appearing in the eyes that opened suddenly.

I have to admit that the eyes of this heroic spirit are still beautiful.

From azure blue to pure black, and the anger and resentment enlarged by the black mud became dotted with flickering flames. This scene of coexistence of turbid evil thoughts and dazzling flames was something that the blue Airlie had never seen before. passed.

"Jil...Jil...Ga...Mesh!"

He was struggling under the ever-tightening chains, his expression distorted a bit due to suffocation and pain, but the only thing that remained unchanged was his staring eyes at the golden king.

Previously, the little bits of nature that might still remain inside the soul were all disintegrated by Gilgamesh's actions, and the pure white space left behind was also greedily occupied by the black shadow waiting for an opportunity.

The chains bound him firmly.

For those locked by Gilgamesh's "Sky Lock", the higher the divinity, the harder it is to break free.And Ellie has no divinity. To him, the Chain of Sky should have been just the most common chain. Now that it has been infused with black mud and its power has been greatly increased, it can be broken with only force.

However, the Sky Lock has another name.

—Enkidu.

Enkidu... Enkidu.

"……Oh?"

Gilgamesh seemed a little surprised.

However, the unexpected situation is nothing more than that.

"Okay, I don't want to waste any more time."

Layers of halos emerged from behind the blond man walking slowly, what a magnificent and vast scene this is.

There are also countless weapons protruding from the halo, and the blades and spear points reflect sharp light. Just wait for an opportunity, and they will drip down like a torrential rain, piercing the body of the person bound by the lock of the sky.

Airlie, who was forced to raise his head, was illuminated by the sudden burst of light, highlighting how stiff his expression was, his lips were trembling, and his wide eyes could not be closed for a long time.

By the way, what a pity, how—hateful.

The black mud cannot pollute Gilgamesh, and for the same reason, neither can Ozymandias.

Didn't I say that a long time ago?Their souls are too dazzling, their self-awareness is too strong, firm and never shifting.

Suddenly, he met the eyes of the scarlet snake eyes that looked coldly.

At that moment, Airlie felt unprecedented fear.

——I really want...want...want...to kill him!

——He came to stop me...I'm not reconciled...I...

The more his heart screamed, the more unwilling he became. Gradually, he was suddenly dragged into a darker gully by whispers that he didn't know whether it was his real thoughts or hallucinations.

——I don't want to...I don't want to...

Just shouting like that.

The canthus was completely cracked, and the black mist around him was thicker, and the heroic spirit suddenly noticed that there was a shadow in front of him.

It was a man's shadow, which just shrouded him who was shivering.

"Golden, are you going to kill Yu's princess in front of Yu?"

Gilgamesh looked sideways slightly, but his stern expression did not change a bit: "You are willing to treat things that are too distracting as treasures, and this has nothing to do with me."

"But, this king only knows—"

The Heroic Spirit named Ellie belongs to Gilgamesh.

Now, his belongings are infested with disgusting things, how to keep him from flying into a rage.

After being polluted, what is left is just a body that still has some of its original shape. The body is no longer a pure soul, it has become a ball of dirty mud, and naturally it is no longer the original heroic spirit.

"Step aside."

The voice containing great anger sounded at this moment.

"Rider, Ozymandias, I have some respect for your persistence."

"You have to protect this fake, that's all right. But, are you too naive to want to use the avatar with only half the magic power to fight against the king?"

"...Well, I remembered, it seems to be the case."

Ozymandias spoke casually, as if he had really recalled it before he remembered the unimportant details.

Not long ago, that is, the night when Heroic Spirit was tortured by the engraver, he gave him most of his magic power.

Today, Ozymandias, who is not in his prime, wants to confront Gilgamesh, who has a physical body, and it is almost doomed to have a... defeating ending.

"So what? Yu doesn't care."

In the end, Ozymandias calmed down his sloppy expression. He turned his back to the heroic spirit bound by chains, and faced Gilgamesh. The light in his golden pupils was even more dazzling, as if silently provoking.

"Let's stop here for the indifferent chat. King of Heroes, at this point, you can't do without exerting all your strength. I will never back down. Come to think of it, you are the same."

Gilgamesh:"……"

"Stubbornly obsessed." The tone of the golden king became weaker, "I didn't expect that you are such an ignorant person."

Come on then.

There was a battle that was fought before, and there was no result in the end. It should have a definite ending.

In the second duel between the King of Heroes and the Pharaoh, neither of them held back.

Such a magnificent scene full of killing intent can only be seen by the heroic spirits left behind by them, and only the heroic spirits can feel it...

Gilgamesh wanted to kill him because he was not the real Airlie in his taint.

Ozymandias wanted to protect him, because no matter what he became, it was always the same for the Pharaoh.

Airlie felt his blood seethe again.

It's not the so-called "moved", now that his inner world is completely covered in black, he will not have such soft emotions, he is excited!

Magic, what's missing, that vital magic!

Regardless of who wins or loses between the two, the dead souls will come to him.At that time, the missing part will be completed, and the Great Holy Grail he is looking forward to will eventually——

...Arrival?

suddenly.

It seemed that the black shadow that was yelling crazily in his heart shook for a moment, as if frightened by something frightening, he retreated a little.

"...?"

Taking advantage of this brief but rare moment of stagnation, Ellie blinked slowly.

Something splashed in front of his eyes... Oh, it was liquid, bright red, and still warm...

The blood belonging to that man spilled on the translucent eyelids, and he couldn't help blinking, making the blood wet the eyelashes, slowly flowing down the arc of the bridge of the nose, and finally crossing his slightly parted lips.

The tall shadow that enveloped him safely also shook slightly at this moment.

Turning his eyes forward more slowly, looking at the back of the man who was still stalwart but whose chest was pierced deeply, the heroic spirit's distorted face covered with negative emotions suddenly broke a trace of confusion.

As if not believing, not believing my eyes.

"Oz..."

Ozman... Dias?

Even at the last moment, the passing love is still so dazzling, and it is difficult to look away after looking at it.

With his back turned to him, the man only let out an unchanging and tolerant voice.

"Are you staring at Yu's back? That's all, Yu doesn't want to let your eyes go away."

"Airlie."

Ozymandias' voice dropped, and he let out a faint sigh.

But—from beginning to end, no matter when, this pharaoh bestowed the greatest pampering on those he loved.

"Where you have spare time, you can do whatever you want."

--What?

"Therefore, there is no need to despair."

The body of the heroic spirit wrapped in the black mist suddenly trembled.

"So……"

The pharaoh's figure gradually disintegrated, and a pale golden light rose up, only the last words reached the heroic spirit's ears at just the right time.

"Don't be confused."

On a window sill somewhere in the Tohsaka house, there was a plain vase.

First, Yingling rummaged around the house for a while, found this vase, put a lily flower that hadn't withered for many days into the vase after replacing it with water.

Later, I don't know who, and put an extra small wild flower that is the most common on the roadside here.Lilies occupy most of the positions, while the small and colorful wildflowers are weakly attached to the snow-white petals, trembling slightly with the wind.

But now, in a place that no one has noticed, the lily has withered in an instant.

The soul of Ozymandias is also integrated into the body of the Lesser Holy Grail like other fallen heroes.

The vacancy is filled.

The magic has climbed to unimaginable heights, and invisible thoughts are cheering - for the coming, true "Holy Grail".

but……

why.

Why is this again?

The soul that had turned into pitch blackness was actually dispelled by a sudden light, wisps of darkness.

That's all.

When Gilgamesh walked up to the heroic spirit who was still bound, he found that his eyes had returned to their former clarity.

Of course, only these eyes were restored.

"I……"

Intermittently and with great difficulty, he was able to utter the reluctant pronunciation.

The bit of recovered "nature" is fighting fiercely with the black shadows that occupy the majority, and I think it won't last long.

"It seems... I understand..."

Gilgamesh looked down at him with a gloomy expression: "You should leave like him."

"Next time... I can... figure it out..."

"Ah."

Responding to this sentence, Gilgamesh pulled out the sword that pierced the heroic spirit's chest, and threw the golden sword stained with black blood on the ground.

The locks of the sky were all loose, and without any support, Heroic Spirit's limp body was about to fall, and the golden king raised his hand to pick him up.

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