Can a thousand-handed heart be harvested to reap the wood tunnel?

The pressure lingering around me suddenly eased.

The black mud receded like a tide, and there were many phantoms whose faces could not be seen clearly blocked in front of me, surrounded me, and shared the unbearable malice for me.

The appearance of those phantoms is blurred, their figures are ethereal, and everything is covered by a mist, but I can recognize each of them.

"The Temple of Time... the extreme meteor shower... the light..."

Seven colors of light.

I hastily wiped off the blood and tears dripping from the corners of my eyes, and looked in the direction they came from.

The shooting star of senior Arash is exactly seven colors of light.

"Yo, Master—"

The bow soldier who met my gaze smiled like a child, as if the hideous wound that was only one step away from being torn apart did not exist at all, he waved to me in a big way.

"senior……"

He gave me a thumbs up proudly.

Look, I have fulfilled our agreement.

——According to the agreement, Arash will witness the victory of Qianshouhua with his own eyes.

So it was an arrow that was infinitely close to a meteor, and it only withdrew a little force in the moment before it was sent out.

So the person who shot this shocking arrow was on the verge of death, but he still breathed a sigh of relief.

——According to the agreement, you have to hurry up, Master.

That's what Archer said in his eyes.

It is difficult to describe in real words what kind of feelings my heart is filled with at this moment, but I have indeed received this share of kindness that overrides all malice.

Have nothing to fear from now on!

Heavy steps step forward from the black mud, one step, two steps...

The steps I took are getting bigger and bigger, and the road ahead is getting more and more unhindered. A group of heroic phantoms passed by me, and I met a new group, so, forward!forward!

"You can no longer assimilate me, Angola Mainyu."

It took a few days and nights, but this time, it was so close to success.

So, world—

"Give me... the...doctor..."

I struggled to break out of the encirclement, shouted and angrily stretched out my hand towards the holy grail in the center:

"Come back—!"

"It's really dazzling...it's so dazzling," the eyes hidden in the black mud dived in dissatisfaction, "It's too much to treat me, who is called the weakest Servant, with the specifications to deal with the 'beast'. '

The owner of the eyes, the avenger Angola Mainyu, was absorbed by the Holy Grail due to defeat, but because of his own unique attributes of wish aggregates, he completed the incarnation and achieved the third method-the soul manifestation. At this moment, he is like a spectator, watching Seeing his kind away from him.

'Ahh...' It put down the tentacles that had stretched out in vain and been severed, 'That's it, anyway...I've always been like this...'

He was slandered, tortured, and finally died in the name of "evil".

Even if the ignorant villagers died and the impoverished villages disappeared, he was always bound on the top of the mountain, looking at human life, human ugliness, human joy, and warm light.Thinking about the "natural daily life" that I didn't get.

Then, "he" became "it", the guy who didn't achieve any great deeds and achievements, and ironically became a real demon because of the wish of the Holy Grail.

'After all, that's how Persian mythology is—'

It is rare for the "it" who recalled the deeds of his life to become "he" again,

'Good and evil, light and dark, Ahriman will be defeated by Ormazd. '

And Angola Newman's Ormazd...

The lingering colorful light in the sky fell on the silently surging mud, and the original avenger from ancient Persia laughed dumbly.

"Hahahaha... the great hero of ancient Persia, Arash..."

He actually held this inch of light with his 'hand' in anticipation, "The legendary shooting star... the colorful light of kindness...?"

As I struggled to get out of the encirclement, I suddenly heard a voice.

"Okay, okay, I admit defeat—" the voice was deliberately frivolous, but it was difficult to hide the ease and secret expectations of letting go of everything: "It's just that if you want to achieve your goal, making a wish is not enough... put this Take it too."

A book suddenly appeared in my hand.

The cover of the book is a mysterious text composed of complicated patterns. I can’t recognize the text or analyze the pattern, but somehow I can understand it. With the burning eyes, my mouth blurted out uncontrollably:

"——The Vientiane of All Records (Avesta)."

"That's right, that's the one, thanks to the big cup that was shot through," the avenger who was willing to exhaust his magic power and disappear laughed, "This is not a fake, so use it well, Senshouhua—ah, but You shouldn't have heard that."

The Avenger moved his hands, and finally positioned the target of the treasure on the girl's body, closed his eyes, and avoided her precise gaze.

"Let's go, the defeated generals should leave the field wisely, and finally - you can be laid off~"

The treasure that can automatically and automatically record events starts and runs at a speed comparable to that of a supercomputer, using the positioned human as the anchor, searching, tracing, and honestly recording one by one.

As a result, the unknown achievements can finally be written, and finally have the support of real things.

Facing the colorful light, a pure white flower blossomed out of the black mud that silently melted, and his last voice was buried in the sudden exclamation of people.

"...so beautiful... those eyes."

When I was reading that paragraph of text, my eyes were covered by heavy snow. Then, the heavy snow was closed by the door that opened automatically, and the metal-like walls moved back at a steady speed. The uniformed staff looked relaxed, my vision flickered slightly, and I firmly pushed open a door with a clear goal.

Behind the door is a pink-haired man sitting lazily on the bed and stealing strawberry cake. He turned around in surprise when he heard the door open, with a fork still in his mouth——

Then, the screen changed rapidly, explosions filled the sky, red alerts, temporary commanders, heavy entrustment, scene by scene, frame by frame, faster and faster——

Finally, the white gloves that were slowly taken off, and the outstretched hand with the tenth ring on it:

——The time has come for farewell, in which to abandon the world (ArsNova).

"Pa-ta--" is the sound of tears dripping.

The smeared and opened paper was flipped rapidly, and each copy was branded, and the world made a sound of retreat.

Romani Achiman, existence confirmed.

In a dazzling colorful light, my hand touched the cold glass wall.

It's time to make a wish.

This is the holy grail that has returned to the attribute of "nothingness". It has gathered the power of Fuyuki's 60-year-old spiritual vein. It has the holy grail that can make King Solomon a human being. It is also the cradle of human beings named Romani Archman.

At this point, I'm not in a hurry anymore.

I treasured this gleaming cup, and walked step by step along the way I came here to the people waiting for my return.

The phantoms of the heroic spirits along the way nodded to me one by one, and the Uruk cup spinning in the air completed the assigned mission, gradually faded away, and disappeared behind me with the summoned supporters.

When I walked past Saber Artoria and Emiya Kiritsugu, I received a slight bow from the two of them.

I returned a grateful smile.

Thank you for not competing with me for this Holy Grail.

Finally, I stood in front of my companions.

"Oh, it's over." The archer leaning on the tree trunk gave me a complimenting smile: "It's really a joy to win, Master, you did a great job."

"Well, thanks to Senior Arash!" I tried my best not to look at his blood-stained battle suit, pale face, and golden particles rising from his feet, and said loudly:

"Arash, the Great Hero of the East! He is a Heroic Spirit who can end battles!"

"Hahahaha——" Yingling laughed heartily, "Master, I'm so sorry for praising me so much, it's worth having a glass of cold beer to celebrate the victory when I go back!"

"Woo...yes! It will be even better with chick pea batter!"

"It sounds delicious... Oh, don't cry, Master, I stood at the end and saw your victory with my own eyes, huh? And..."

Heroic Spirit's blurred hand rubbed my head vigorously, "I saw it, the last arrow shot was indeed seven-colored light."

Heroic Spirit scattered into golden stars with a contented smile.

"Twinkle, twinkle, sparkle..." The unique tone of the accordion was carried by the wind, I turned my head, and saw Kariya Matou sitting not far away with Sakura.

The young man with the hood couldn't see his expression clearly, but the atmosphere around him was relaxed and soft. The girl sitting next to him, with dancing golden stars reflected in her eyes, was carrying the handbag repaired by Senior Arash. The accordion is bidding farewell to this heroic spirit who came here briefly:

"The sky is full of little stars……"

"Doctor," I blinked, suppressed the fluid accumulated in my eye sockets, and handed out the treasure in my hand to the only person who was still standing in front of me: "—Here you are."

Leave the choice to you.

The man took off his gloves, revealing his pale hands that hadn't seen the sun all year round, and took them solemnly.

In the morning, the rising sun jumped out of the Weiyuan River, and the morning glow filled the sky. After a long night, this awakened city of extreme winter ushered in the end of the war and the return of a person.

"Welcome back."

"I am back."