gaze of war

At the other end of the line of time and space, there is a special building.It looks grand and imposing, yet illusory and unreal.It is full of delicious food and wine like the temple of the gods, but it is as cold and silent as a prison.It is both a cage and a paradise.

In this strange building, there are not ordinary people living in it.Some of them have a long history in history, while others have been scolded by future generations for thousands of years.Every time the living people open the history books and read their names, they will become stronger, and they will be closer to the gods in word of mouth, but there are also those who are not so lucky, and their souls disappear because of being forgotten.

It exists in every time and space, but it doesn't exist anywhere, and the heroic spirits who live in it - all the outstanding kings and heroes from ancient times to the present, even demigods, these legends who have been lost in the long river of time are also the same .

They coexist here, but no one can touch the other.

They are immersed in the same illusion as memory, until they accept the call, project it into the present world, and obey the summoner's order, until that person dies and their consciousness returns to the seat of Heroes, they will read it carefully with novelty or calmness. The experience from birth to death is just like their own experience.

Then they would let out a long sigh, close the book of memory in their hands, and quietly wait for the next call in the deepest part of their memory.

These days are endless and never stop. These heroic spirits from ancient times also spend more and more time sleeping. Maybe one day, they will dissipate in their sleep like those forgotten heroes. .

This is the Hall of Valor, Gaia's temple of the gods.In a sense, people worship heroic spirits more than real gods. Therefore, in Gaia, where human consciousness gathers, the status of the Hall of Valor is almost equal to that of the Temple of Gods.

Heroic spirits are gods.

In the middle of the vast grassland, beside the shallows of the bubbling water, on the roof of a fine hut, a man slept.

With one arm under his head, he lay on the uneven roof smoothly with his legs crossed, with a relaxed expression on his face, sleeping so peacefully and contentedly, with such a leisurely posture, as if nothing could disturb his peaceful sleep.

He has a breath-taking brilliance without any femininity, with a well-defined outline and thin lips that are slightly pursed.Red long spears and yellow short spears lay scattered in his hands, and two long swords leaned against the corner.He was wearing a turquoise tight-fitting battle suit, showing his lean lines, and his long legs were relaxed together.

In terms of appearance and figure alone, this is a rare handsome man in the world.

A strand of bangs was blown away by the breeze, gently touching his smooth forehead, revealing a tiny mole under his eyes.

It seemed that the slight itching made him a little uncomfortable, he frowned slightly, and leaned sideways, a black stone slipped from his chest and fell to his neck.

In the quiet afternoon, it was a fine day for taking a nap, but this peaceful scene was instantly torn apart by a black crescent-shaped crack—houses, shallows, grasslands, and even distant towns, all of which were connected with the road. The black cracks that appeared suddenly were torn open together.A girl in a black robe slowly walked out of the enlarged gap, crushing the distorted scene with a single finger, leaving only the handsome young man still sleeping peacefully, as if Even if the world he lives in is completely broken, he will not wake up from that beautiful dream.

Morrigan looked at him.

He no longer has hot blood, nor will he be gradually cut by time.

He exists here, escapes the control of time and space in the form of a spirit body, and only obtains power from human belief——

I don't know whether to be helpless or to scold——

Diarmuid Odina, the chief warrior of the Fiona Knights, sold the freedom of his soul to that filth because of a stupid wish.

Morrigan leaned forward, following the lines of his face, sliding his fingers lightly.

The man she'd had a one-night stand with was looking exactly the way Morrigan had seen him the last time.

That was the most glorious age in his life, he had lost his youthfulness, and had not lost his fighting spirit because of time. He was full of vigor and energy, brave and fearless, and had a glorious appearance. Even without that mole, he was enough Let any woman fall in love with him.

Diarmuid fell into a deep sleep.

Even if the illusion was torn apart, Morrigan's huge magic power contradicted the rules of the Hall of Valor, causing turmoil in time and space, and he failed to wake up from his sleep.

"I have forgotten my own name and surname, and the people who were by my side, but you will touch my memory. In this world, as a human 'me', you are the only one I am familiar with." Morrigan's Fingers resting on the corner of Diarmuid's lips like the wings of a butterfly, "When you wake up, you have already experienced two loves, countless adventures, and a complete family. If I hadn't opened my eyes, I would have heard that you were dying." The news of your death, I will definitely forget you completely. But you are too cunning... You use death to make me unable to let you go."

"I don't know if this is the love that Maher said, but I will try again. Humanly. If you fail me again this time, I will not hesitate to turn into destruction and take you and me as The human me is completely destroyed."

"Understood, Diarmuid Odina."

The Heroic Spirit has already projected its consciousness into the Holy Grail War in this world, so there is no reaction.Before the projection died, he would not wake up from this dreamless sleep—no, maybe the projection's experience was just a long dream he had.

Fingers gently smoothing the slightly shaggy short hair, Morrigan straightened up.She stared at the Hall of Valor that was turbulent and distorted due to her own divinity—the power belonging to Gaia—and restrained her divine power a little.As her strength gradually tightened, the Hall of Valor gradually regained its calm. Beside the sleeping Heroic Spirit, the illusion of grasslands and shallows was unfolding again.

That is the most well-known area among the several major battles that the hero Diarmuid Odi experienced in his life.And that exquisite cottage...

Morrigan smiled faintly.

Well, for the sake of remembering the cabin.

I forgive you for running away from me - even if you didn't mean to.

Morrigan sat down beside the sleeping knight.Her palm rested on the knight's forehead, and her power penetrated like a living snake.Across the intricate and winding corridors of memory, leaping across the sea of ​​shining stars, biting the end of consciousness.

In the distant Fuyuki City, Lancer, who was following behind Kenneth Elmeloy Archipelod, suddenly shook as if he had been hit hard, and almost fell on his back.He managed to stabilize his body balance, raised his hands and looked at his palms in confusion, not knowing what happened.

Kenneth walked a few steps, but found that there was no voice from the follower behind him, turned around and saw him in a daze, and immediately frowned displeasedly.

"Lancer! Why are you in a daze? Hurry up and catch up!"

"Yes, master." Lancer immediately put down his hand reflexively, walked a few steps quickly to follow Kenneth's footsteps, and put the momentary doubts behind him.

On the chest that he couldn't see, where the heart was, a red mark flashed.

Morrigan withdrew his divine power.Just at that moment, the Hall of Valor faintly shook again.

She frowned, retracted all her strength into her body, and changed her own existence to coordinate with the power wavelength of the Hall of Valor.

She infinitely approached the structure of a heroic spirit, and the Hall of Valor finally no longer rejected this heroic god.

As far as the ancient gods are concerned, their power system completely belongs to the category of Gaia, mainly based on nature and objective existence.However, most of these heroic spirits are empowered by human faith and belong to the domain of Alaya consciousness.

In modern society, Gaia and Alaya consciousness, planetary nature and human consciousness are irreconcilable just like industry destroys nature and natural disasters destroy human beings.

As long as the harmony is harmonious, even if you use power beyond the range accepted by Alaya, as long as you use this body that is almost a heroic spirit, you will not be rejected by this hall.

But, the only problem is... Morrigan is not the spirit who made a pact with the filth.She's just a fake outsider.And without summoning, how could she come to the projection?

The power used when it came down was enough to bring the Hall of Valor to the brink of collapse again.

But... no, there is no way.

Imprints have been imprinted on the projection so that access to that time and space can be established.

It's just that this kind of passage is too fragile, and it is only composed of a vague connection between the projection and the main body. If it passes through with a large force, it will definitely cause violent shocks.

And such a shock will undoubtedly cause a fatal crisis to Diarmuid, who is the end and starting point of the passage.

The projection is shattered, the pathway is broken, the body is damaged or even dies, no matter which one Morrigan doesn't want to see.

The palm was attached to Diarmuid's chest.Through the thin and smooth silk-like combat armor, Morrigan felt the imprinted aura that was fed back from the connection between the projection and the body.

"It's really troublesome..."

Morrigan was distressed.

The tender palm unconsciously slid across Diarmuid's chest until it touched something hard.

The round and smooth appearance, the familiar smell—ah, yes, it was the stone she quietly left after that night.

If it is said that even the heroic spirits wear it, then there must be this special gift on the neck of the projection - Morrigan, the Celtic Goddess of War has part of the source of power, no Things that belong to the things of the world.

found it.

The perfect connection point.

In this way, there is no need to damage the knight itself.

Morrigan thought casually, but a smile appeared on the corners of his lips, tasting the sweet satisfaction overflowing from the depths of his heart.Even though he has turned into an inhuman Heroic Spirit, is he still carrying...?

The fingers moved away from the muscular chest, and tightly grasped the projected stone.The violent divine power dashed violently along the link between the stones, and finally exploded on the projection of the ornaments.

Lancer was suddenly out of breath.He fell to his knees in pain, clutching his chest in sweat.At that moment just now, the stone in his chest exploded silently, and the resulting shock wave almost knocked him out.But the pain is only for a moment.

After the instant pain and instant recovery, Diarmuid finally realized that the ornaments he brought from the age of mythology had been completely destroyed.He knelt on the ground in a daze, holding the tiny shards of light left after the stone exploded, his mind went blank.

The speculation about the goddess' fall stopped at the next moment.

He knelt down and raised his head, feeling a gust of cold wind passing by his side.A pair of gentle arms wrapped around his neck, and soft lips gently brushed the corners of his mouth.

With his eyes wide open, his expression rigid, his posture ridiculous, he looked like a gigantic fool.But when the dark-haired goddess in front of him slowly fell down, hugged his neck, smiled slyly after kissing him, and said, "I found you." Diarmuid Odina, in the Holy Grail War Lancer, one of the three major ranks, and the chief knight of the Fiona Knights in Celtic mythology, trembled like that, with tears rolling down his cheeks.

"... Morrigan?"

he asked hoarsely.

Morrigan let out a chuckle.

"Diarmuid Odina, you dare to escape from my grasp by an unknown evil, trying to get rid of the law of life and death, it is really unpleasant... You, get ready to accept Has it been sanctioned?" Her arms still wrapped around Lancer tenderly, but the high gaze and malicious and majestic accusations made him freeze in place.

After a long time, Lancer lowered his head slightly.

"...I am willing to accept any punishment, Goddess."