[FATEFGO] Master's Note

"Sailing with the wind to Cape Blanc", a huge ship full of black slaves sailing from Africa to Europe, is the treasure of Berserker Antang.

Black youths coaxed onto the ship under the clumsy pretext of going to a foreign country for development are crowded in the small cabin, dreaming of a better day in the future.

Those who dare to look up to heaven in this hell are brave, but they don't get what the traffickers promised them.

Lack of water, little food, plague.Those who died unfortunately, their bodies were thrown into the sea, and the living who reached the other side of the ocean still had to continue the unknown tragedy.All hopes and dreams were discarded on the deck, and the undead wandered in the cabin, and finally became a part of the hull and included in An Tang's treasure.

In fact, Antang's Noble Phantasm is quite ironic, but as the holder of the Noble Phantasm, he seems to be a bit late and didn't feel the ridicule from Alaya.

An Tang, who holds the theory of "white supremacy", has to rely on the black man he despises the most to defeat the enemy in front of him.

But even if he is aware of this, he may still think bravely that the black undead are enslaved by him, rather than borrowing their power.

When the huge ship full of undead fell from the sky, the corners of Archimedes' mouth raised uncontrollably, his brows and eyes brimming with confidence, as if he had already grasped the victory in his own hands.

"What time is it, don't keep it up, come on you!"

Shenmuxiao pushed Archimedes forward impatiently. If Archimedes was a little less impatient, he would have thrown his hands and yelled to quit at this time.

From this point of view, Archimedes is still a very good guy.

He controlled the smile on the corner of his mouth, and stepped forward, the double blades that he used as an attack weapon floated above his palm, faintly glowing red.

"I really hope you can learn about my past, or hear about my treasure—otherwise, you might win."

Archimedes was by no means overconfident, nor was what he said lying.

"Collected stalks, burn like the moon (KatoptronKatophlegon)"

The double blades rotated and floated upward from the palm of the hand, scattering a little bit of star dust.The crimson light covering it gradually spread, and finally turned into a huge ball of light.

It is no exaggeration to say that it is no different from the sun.

The huge mirror surrounding Archimedes completely refracted the light of the fake red crow. Archimedes lightly moved his finger, and the mirror flipped slightly. The light was adjusted to a suitable angle, and was refracted by another mirror again. .

A total of five mirrors connected the refracted light to form a pentagon, and the sky fire fell from the center and rushed towards the giant ship.

To some extent, Archimedes' Noble Phantasm can also be regarded as the Anti-Ship Noble Phantasm.What he said earlier was indeed not out of excessive self-confidence.

The giant ship was instantly engulfed in flames.Those undead who were also infected with flames had no pain and could not feel the sting of burning skin.They just walked forward aimlessly until their bodies were completely burned to ashes, and even their own existence was completely wiped out.

The collapse of An Tang's treasure was just a matter of an instant, and he himself didn't even have time to react.

It was only a matter of time before An Tang was defeated.

In fact, Antang is not a powerful heroic spirit. As an evil force, it can go to the point where it can almost take the entire United States, and most of it still relies on the power of the Witch of Salem.However, the Seren Witch has disappeared, and the weakened state she imposed on Gilgamesh and the Earl has been completely lifted, and even the demonized crows entrenched in the southern sky have all disappeared.It is delusional to want to win again.

I don't know if it was a hallucination, but he seemed to hear the sound of the northern army breaking through the city gate.

It must be a hallucination, he thought.He has purged the army of all those who have compassion for black people, and the supreme white man, the Chosen One, cannot fail.

This kind of thinking brought him a morbid self-confidence, and he felt that his movements became much lighter.

But in the next second, he was knocked down by the thunder ball in the earl's hand.

The count was about to give him the final blow, but Martin suddenly called out to him: "Mr. Dantès, please step back, and let me deal with him."

If it wasn't for the most urgent moment, Martin would usually be reluctant to get involved in matters related to the battle. Now he made this request on his own initiative, and the Earl couldn't help being a little surprised.After hesitating for a moment, the count nodded and retreated to Shenmu Xiao.

An Tang was knocked dizzy by the earl, he couldn't get up, he could only struggle to get up.Martin stood in front of him, and An Tang could only look up into his eyes.

The person he looked down on the most looked at him in a condescending manner, with compassion written in his eyes, An Tang felt deeply insulted.He clenched his fists tightly, thinking of punching Martin hard, but due to his current situation, he could only retreat and spit bloody saliva towards Martin.

"Don't look at me like that, bastard!"

"Huh—?!" Gilgamesh glanced at Antang, his words unclear.

His oral habit was learned, and he was somewhat displeased. If Shenmu Xiao hadn't held his arm to prevent him from meddling indiscriminately, An Tang would have been killed by any weapon in the King's Treasure long ago. .

Martin turned sideways, dodging Antang's humiliating attack, and didn't feel any annoyance.

"It can be heard from your previous words that you extremely despise other races except yourself, and think that the white people will definitely win." Martin said, sighing, "With such thoughts in mind, all the time You are doomed from the start."

"What did you say!" An Tang roared loudly.

"We are human beings first, and we are divided into different races second. Regardless of external factors such as appearance, skin color, language, and culture, our essence is the same-living organisms. Small, vulnerable Life forms, that's all, no different from those ants."

He knelt down and put his hands on An Tang's forehead.

"The relationship between each race is actually very fragile. As long as there is one person who thinks he is special and tries to prove it, the structure of the race may collapse in an instant, and it is not easy to reconstruct it again. You are not a You idiot, you should know this, but it is also possible that after you degenerate into a berserker, the greed and ridiculous racial pride in your heart will inflate, blinding your eyes, and killing your basic reason and common sense. "

"you……"

"I don't like killing." Martin interrupted him, "I hate war and bloodshed. As a ruler, I should guide you instead of solving all problems with simple slaughter. But I'm sorry, you can't be guided .”

He exerted some force on his hands.Perhaps with some kindness in his heart, he didn't give An Tang an overly painful death.

With the disappearance of An Tang, the Holy Grail hidden behind the statue of Venus also showed its shape.Although the process was not perfect, the mission was finally completed.

El-Melloi II started preparing to activate the spiritual transfer to send them back to Chaldea, but Akira Shenmu asked him to wait for a while.

She hasn't finished what Roja entrusted to her, so she can't go back yet.

There is no longer the restriction of the enchantment. Borrowing Gilgamesh's Vimana, it takes less than 10 minutes to reach the Brant family's mansion.

The news of Richmond's breach had not yet reached the place.The Brant family seemed to be holding a banquet, and many people in fine clothes chatted in twos and threes in the house.

The housekeeper was not familiar with Shen Muxiao's face, and wanted to stop her, but they forcibly broke through.Shen Muxiao opened the door and entered the room, and walked directly to the middle-aged woman sitting in the middle of the sofa.

"Are you Mrs. Brant—I mean, Roja's mother?"

Mrs. Brant nodded.

"Can I take a step to speak? Please bring your husband with you."

Looking at Shenmu Xiao who had never met before, Mrs. Brant was a little wary.She didn't get up, but asked instead: "Miss, may I ask who you are?"

"I came here in place of Mr. Roja... Please come out with me, I have no malicious intentions..." Shen Muxiao almost gritted his teeth, uttering these words with difficulty.

The task Roja entrusted to her was simply too heavy.She didn't even want to say anything.entrust the ashes directly to them.

Hearing Shen Muxiao mentioning her son's name, Mrs. Brant stood up all of a sudden.She lowered her head and looked around anxiously, wondering what she was hesitating about.

There were voices of people whispering from all around, and you could tell what they were discussing without even thinking about it.

Mrs. Brant seemed to have finally made up her mind. She summoned the maid on the side and told her to call her husband over.

Roja's father, Newt Brant, arrives soon.He stood a few steps away from Shenmuxiao.

"Don't bother to move, just talk here."

His tone of voice was terrifyingly majestic, obviously there was no room for turning around.Shen Muxiao tentatively asked him if he really wanted to do this, and he nodded impatiently.

Shen Muxiao sighed lightly, and took off the black cloth covering the urn.

"I brought Mr. Roja's ashes according to his instructions during his lifetime..."

Her voice became softer and softer, until she finally lost her courage.

But she couldn't help it.

"Mr. Roja died in Denver. He was a hero. Now that Richmond is about to fall, the Union Army will undoubtedly win. I know this is bad news for you, but Mr. Roja's long-cherished wish has come true ..."

Shen Muxiao choked up.She hastily wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, not letting herself appear too weak.

The whispering around had turned into a shrill din, and the guests were chanting the news of the defeat of the Confederate Army in panic and fear.As for Mrs. Brant, when she heard the words "death in battle", she already let out a cry of surprise and collapsed in the arms of the maid.

"What are you panicking about, shut up!"

Newt yelled, scaring everyone into silence.

His expression was the same as before, majestic and indifferent, Shen Muxiao didn't see the slightest sadness or emotion.

What an excellent father.Shen Muxiao thought to himself.

He adjusted the collar of his suit and approached Shenmu Xiao.

"This is the ashes of my rebellious son Roja?" He pointed to the box that Shen Muxiao held in his hand.

Shen Muxiao nodded.

Involuntarily, Newt snatched the urn directly from her.He staggered back a few steps, staring at the name engraved on the box, his breathing became a little short of breath.His nose fluttered slightly, his cheeks were flushed, and he seemed very angry.

"This... disobedient bastard! Why did such a bastard come out of my Brant family!" He growled hysterically, stroking the wooden box with his right hand.

Shen Muxiao saw that the corners of his eyes were slightly moist, and if he looked more carefully, he could still hear him whispering Roja's name.

It is absolutely impossible for a father not to love his son even if the concept runs counter to it.Akatsuki was ashamed that she thought Newt was a cold-blooded and heartless guy.

What she should know is what it means to be brave by her father.

The atmosphere in the whole room was too dignified, Shen Muxiao didn't dare to stay any longer, and immediately slipped away like a thief.

Next stop is Katina's house.

"I really don't want to experience this feeling anymore..." said Shenmu Xiao who was lying on the vimana.

Martin said: "That's up to me. You go back to Chaldea first, I happen to have something to do that needs to be done before I disappear. But please give me a ride."

"Eh?" Shenmu Xiao sat up, "Is this okay?"

Martin shook his head: "It doesn't matter."

Now that Martin has said so, Shenmu Xiao will not say anything more.After arriving in Pennsylvania, she gave him another urn.

They watched Martin leave, and when his back disappeared on the path leading to the entrance of the village, El-Melloi II activated the spirit transfer.

But I always feel that there is something wrong with Vimana...

"Hey, Archimedes! I told you how you moved together!"

The author has something to say:

Writing this point is basically the end of the singularity.Almost all the heroic spirits selected this time are human beings. In fact, there is a feeling that the problem of racial discrimination can only be solved by humans themselves.

The southern caster was originally determined to be Isis, the daughter of the Egyptian sun god Ra, but she was too decent to be used as a villain, so she was replaced by the Siren Witch at the last moment.If you continue to use Isis, you can actually write about 1w words...

I'm afraid I didn't write it clearly, so I would like to add here by the way that Witch Salem is cynical and wants to burn human rights, but Antang only wants to slaughter all non-white people.An Tang is considered a real boss, and Witch Salem is just a pawn.

After the main text is finished, write some stories for each original heroic spirit in the extra chapter, otherwise I always feel that the characters are not plump enough.

Then let Ah Xiao and Shining talk about a few chapters of love~