The whole world is afraid of me erasing the spiritual base

With a bang, the man who was trying to go against the sky was slammed into the wall, and in front of him were a group of murderous servants.

Cracks widened in the stone wall, and the head of the coyote in relief fell with a loud bang, hitting the ground and breaking apart.Geronimo lay on the gravel and sighed silently.

"Even if I work hard to create the temple and integrate the elves into one with me, I still can't beat you. This is true, how can I fight against you who have so many followers?"

The black-haired boy closed his eyes, shook his head slowly, with a regretful expression.

"No, it's not me who defeated you, but pan-human history."

"Yes, it's the history of pan-humanity." Geronimo coughed up a few stars of blood, coughing and laughing, "Yes, it's the history of pan-humanity. If it wasn't for that person who gave me a chance, how would I have thought of it?" Going against history? If I hadn't acted recklessly, how could I have attracted the last master of mankind? But am I wrong?"

"You have, and you haven't, everything is not always black and white."

The Indian priest, whose spiritual core was nearly broken, didn't answer, but stared outside the temple with all his strength.

After the human master in front of him activated a certain magic, the samurai spirit that he worked so hard to hide in the Indian survivors disappeared in his induction.Needless to say, with Mrs. Helena and King Solomon and other magic masters on hand, the other party must have worked out a method to completely regain the magic power of the Holy Grail.

Those of the same clan who died innocently and whose scalps were stripped off as trophies will never be able to take revenge.

"What a pity." Geronimo murmured, blood slowly slipping from his forehead, "Indians will be swept into the dustbin of history from now on. And I will also be locked up in prison until If you die, you can’t be buried in your hometown.”

The high sky above his head, the endless cornfields below his feet, the microwave of the Mississippi River, the herds of bison, and the fellows living here freely...he can never touch them again.

"But do you think that's how I failed?"

Geronimo flashed a bloody smile.

"???"

Fujimaru Tachika suddenly had a chill on his back, and suddenly realized that he had overlooked one thing.Geronimo mentioned the "Gift of the Feathered Serpent" in the last battle. When he was fighting this guy, he didn't see anything related to Feathered Serpent.

This is not normal, it is very likely that he hid the so-called "Gift of the Feathered Serpent God" in some unknown place, if he walked away carelessly after collecting the Holy Grail, this singularity may undergo a second mutation!

"The thing you're talking about is the seed of fantasy?"

King Solomon's cold voice interrupted Geronimo's smug smile.

"That thing is neither a gift from the Feathered Serpent God, nor can it really reverse the fate of your Indians. We have cleared a cave containing the seeds of the fantasy tree on the way here."

One?

The numbers mentioned by the Magic King inevitably made the priests feel lucky. If they only cleaned up one hole, then the fantasy tree would still be...

"Do you really think that I have such a waste that I can't even scan the seeds of the fantasy tree?" He seemed to see the demon god in the void quietly smiling at him, "You are simply doubting my ability! This kind of thing is not Can it be sensed by simply scanning the veins, the reason why I left one is just to practice for Fujimaru Tachika!"

If the seed of fantasy wants to grow, it will inevitably absorb the magic power of the earth veins. At that time, you only need to track the flow of the magic power to find it easily!

"Also, that thing can't help you reverse the fate of the Indians at all, it will only turn this place into the Lost Belt. As for the Lost Belt... the final fate is to be cut off from the source, thrown into the garbage dump and burned .The history replaced by the United States is still the establishment of the United States, and the Indians were raised in captivity, so why waste your time?"

The dying Indian priest vomited blood, and the crack on the spiritual core deepened.

……

"Geronimo."

The human master who won the final victory took off the pretendingly tough shell, and looked at him with eyes full of apology, as if he was about to cry in the next second.Bright golden shards rose from the priest's body, and merged with the small shards in Fujimaru Tatsuka's palm.

"Actually... I'm sorry, but I have to do this again. I can understand you. The pain of your home being invaded and your relatives being killed is not so easy to erase. You want revenge and resist them There is nothing wrong with killing you. It’s just that the past cannot be changed. If I really let you succeed, then all human beings will be destroyed together.”

"The so-called singularities and lore belts seem to be able to continue the civilization of the Indians, but in fact they are just flowers in the mirror and moons in the water. They are all based on the denial of existing human beings. The Indians are also a branch of all mankind. How can it be possible to be alone after all human beings have been denied?"

The towering pyramid gradually disintegrated, and the wind with the sweet fragrance of corn passed through the barrier and sent to the nose.The black-haired Master raised his head obsessively, only to see little fireflies flying away and landing with the wind.

"You can subvert me with the pan-human history, and a new human will be born to refute me, but after the world is reshaped, will the new human be the current human? You are so sure that after the new human is born, there will definitely be a new human. The ethnic group, called Indians? I don’t know who gave you the seeds of the fantasy tree, but I understand that they never thought of actually fulfilling your wishes.”

The Indian priest's pupils dilated and then narrowed, and then he calmed down.

That's right, the woman who claimed to be the envoy of the Feathered Serpent God didn't have a trace of divine power and divinity at all, and even her eyes were full of cunning and cunning, she never thought about listening to his opinions.It was because he was too idiotic, always thinking of using external force to destroy those damned colonists.

But he didn't want to become a chess piece used by others.

The bustling voices came with the wind, and it was the villagers who watched the light spots flying all over the sky in amazement and cheered softly.

It must have been the great Priest Geronimo who had taken God's pleasure and so sent down grace.

Geronimo shook his head in despair, and said softly:

"It's me... the loser."

Thousands of golden lights came through the sky, condensing into a simple golden cup in the palm of Fujimaru Rika.

The Holy Grail, finally complete.

……

"Ahem, Lixiang, Lixiang, are you listening?" Romani straightened the microphone and began to remind, "The fifth singularity has begun to be repaired, Lixiang, do you want to come back?"

Before he finished speaking, the pink-haired youth saw Fujimaru Tatsuka's shoulders collapse.

"Then hurry up and transfer the spirit seeds, I kind of... want to go home."

Not long after, Fujimaru Tachika and Mash couldn't wait to disappear in place, and the followers disappeared one by one after promising to go to Chaldea.In the huge ruins, only Geronimo, who seemed to be obsessed with something, and Solomon remained.

The magic king opened his clairvoyance and looked at the beast walking in the wilderness.

If the beast of mercy felt it, it also raised its head.

See you at the Temple of Time, Lixiang may make you doubt your life when the time comes.

Well, Wang, goodbye.

Solomon lowered his eyes, watching Geronimo whose magic power was scattered, but he was still refusing to return to the Seat of Heroes, and Geronimo was also staring at him.

"Do you have any wish?"

The priest didn't answer, and looked at the village outside with slack eyes, or maybe, he didn't look at the village, but looked further away.

The sound of whining wind blows through the forest, like a sob or a low cry.

The Magic King understands.

"Do you want to know whether the fate of the Indians will usher in a turning point in the future?"

The priest nodded with difficulty.

"Yes, there will finally be a dawn for the Indians. They will no longer be locked up on reservations and spend the rest of their lives gambling and drinking. A new generation of young people will keep their traditions, and they will get good education and education. With a good salary, although he can't dominate the Americas again, he will have more opportunities to shine on the world stage."

Geronimo smiled slightly, but his persistent eyes remained unchanged.Solomon couldn't help sighing as he looked at the servant who had faded to nothing but a shadow.

"I know what you are expecting, and I can tell you that what you are expecting will happen. Cursed is the land, and the Four Horsemen will not leave their dwellings until Collapsed in the flames. Born unrighteous, must be destroyed in shame."

That would be great, he can... go back with peace of mind...

The satisfied smile of the servant whose mana was exhausted gradually faded away.

……

Mash Kyrielight was scurrying down the corridor.

A week has passed since returning from the fifth singularity.Due to the tragedies that shook the position in that singularity, and the appearance of fantasy tree seeds that only appear in the Lost Belt, after discussion, Chaldea decided unanimously to give her a long vacation with her predecessors. .

As for the trivial matter of collecting fire materials, they can be obtained automatically by the followers anyway, so they simply let them go.

As a result, after a whole week, the senior still hasn't come out of his low mood. Every day he either sleeps with his head covered, or keeps silent. Even the dullest people can notice his listless state, and only King Solomon Only the extracurricular exercises can arouse his first reaction.

The fifth singularity has only been repaired now, and the sixth, seventh, and final singularity are left. There are still seven other singularities in the Lost Belt. These low points must be repaired. The trust that had been built, and the approval that others had for him, was about to start to crumble.

This is a very bad omen, and it must be snuffed out before it appears!

With such thoughts in mind, the pink-haired sub-servant girl nervously pressed the doorbell of Master No. 40 No. [-].

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The Four Horsemen: The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse: Plague, War, Famine and Death.

PS: I changed the last door to the doorbell, and I almost hit the wrong hand.