Radiant Enemy

The plan that was planned for 60 years was put to waste in one day, and it was because of a ruler who was within the estimate. Even the extremely persevering Amakusa Shiro could not help but feel a little dazed.

And with just such a flash of effort, Amakusa Shiro and Semiramis, who was worried about him, were swallowed into the gray city wall that was rapidly expanding from the rear.

All the light in front of my eyes was deprived, and my limbs could not move, as if they had been poured in cement and were fixed.

But Amakusa Shiro realized that he was still alive and breathing smoothly.

But now that his neck was immobilized, even if he wanted to turn his head to see if Semiramis was safe and sound, he couldn't do it.

I don't know how long it took, but just when Amakusa Shiro thought he was going to stop thinking, he saw the light again.

He saw that the wall spit out himself and Semiramis, and even the pharaoh who was swallowed up was thrown out.

The Pharaoh, who was driven mad by the command spell, let out an indistinct roar again, and without the breath that could calm him down for a short time, the suppressed madness became more intense than before.

Semiramis reflexively wanted to summon a magic circle to kill the pharaoh, but the magic power used seemed to be wasted in vain, and there was no response.

"In this city wall, it's all my 'field', and your powers and treasures won't work." Joshua's voice came from the end of another arcade.

"I advise you to not act rashly, Your Majesty the Empress."

Joshua just snapped his fingers, and the pharaoh who was rushing towards Amakusa Shiro and Semiramis was firmly restrained by the iron chain protruding from the city wall.

"Joshua, you bastard!!! My concubine will never spare you!!" Semiramis shouted out his name in disgust when he saw Joshua's figure.

"Forgive me? With all due respect, you are the ones who are now prisoners." Joshua narrowed his eyes as if he had heard some joke, and the arc of his mouth seemed full of sarcasm in the eyes of the empress.

"You have already made a wish to the Holy Grail, do you want to show off your victory in front of us losers?"

Amakusa Shiro said coldly.

"Show off? Of course not." Joshua said calmly, "I didn't deceive you, Amakusa Shiro Tokisada. My purpose is the same as yours, to save all mankind."

"It's just that I have also considered that, with the inferiority of human beings, even if they have obtained the materialization of the soul, they will probably fall into panic for a long time-they need a firm and noble saint to guide them, dispel their confusion, and lead them. They go to the other side of eternal happiness."

When Joshua mentioned the word 'saint', his eyes softened and admired unprecedentedly.

"My teacher, the saint chosen by my lord, is the perfect guide."

Joshua moved aside, and what came out from the depths of the gorgeous arcade was a saint in white robes reaching the ground.

Amakusa Shiro's eyes widened in astonishment, because the saint whom Joshua wished to descend with the Holy Grail was exactly the grown-up appearance of the ruler just now.

His hair is as white as the purest ice and snow on the top of the mountain, his eyes are as clear and vast as the sky and the sea, and his gentle smile endows everything with love and compassion. He exists here and is a 'saint' The most perfect interpretation of this vocabulary.

Joshua was immersed in the excitement and excitement of being able to accomplish the great cause of saving all mankind together with his beloved teacher. He didn't notice the exchange of eyes between Amakusa Shiro and Semiramis, and tacitly concealed that the ruler was related to this saint. intelligence.

Joshua said it nicely, but who knows if it was a fabricated reason to summon the saint he spoke of?

The white-haired saint sighed softly, and the voice sounded like a father with a stern voice and a mother's with a loving voice: "Joshua did not deceive you, he prayed to the Holy Grail for the salvation of mankind, At the same time, I also prayed for the guide of mankind."

Under the eyes of the saint, all concealment and emotions cannot be concealed.

Amakusa Shiro's complicated mood flow is as obvious to the sage as fish swimming in a clear spring.

"Stand up, we will prove it with action."

Hilgna—perhaps it is more appropriate to describe him as a saint—raised his hand lightly, and an invisible force lifted Amakusa Shiro and Semiramis to their feet.

Then the saint walked towards Ramses II Alter who was bound by iron chains, gently stroked his friend's cheek, and at the same time waved those iron chains into nothingness.

The black flames enveloping the pharaoh retreated to the sides, as if they were afraid of something, and seemed to be extinguished by ice water, revealing the handsome face of Osman Diaz.

"It turned out to be like this... my poor friend."

Regret and pity floated in the eyes of the saint. His fingertips lightly touched the forehead of Ramses II, and the magic power of the Command Seal was dissipated, and Ramses II also changed from the state of madness. Woke up.

"Is this...?"

The pharaoh opened his eyes and found himself lying on the saint's lap.

"Hill?"

Ramses II Alter happily called out the name of the treasure, and tightly held the hand of the saint touching his forehead.

"it's me."

The saint responded mildly.

Neither Joshua nor Ramses II Alter realized that although this saint was indeed as calm, indifferent, gentle and elegant as they remembered, the human beings reflected in his penetrating eyes were different from him. Words are the same.

The sage loves mankind, and will lead and guide mankind to the Garden of Eden on earth.

This love is great love, and naturally it will not have special feelings for a certain person in the collective concept of "human beings".

Joshua's wish, the Holy Grail, was faithfully fulfilled for him, but the Hilgna summoned by his wish was not the saint in his memory, but a god in the true sense.

"I want to free all mankind from death, hunger, and pain. Othman, will you do it with me?"

The saint asked Ramses II alter in a soft voice, so gentle, just like the friend the Pharaoh remembered.

Ramses II was silent for a while, and then raised a haughty smile: "This job sounds quite challenging—but there is nothing Pharaoh can't do!"

The sage smiled slightly, of course he knew that the Pharaoh would agree, he had already seen it, it was destined to happen.

"Come on, everyone." The sage clapped his hands lightly, signaling those present to focus on himself.

"It will take a long time for the third method to benefit every human being. In order for human beings to enter the new world peacefully, we have to do as many things as mountains."

In the sea of ​​imaginary numbers, in the submerged human existence guarantee organization, the alarm of the mutation sounded instantly.

"This is... the belt of rumors that is being formed!"

Doctor Romani stood up on the console, and he calmly gave the order for Chaldean master Fujimaru Tateka to prepare for the transfer of spirit particles.

After returning from the Temple of Time, Romani cheered up from the grief of watching Silgner leave—after all, he still had a lot of things to deal with.

Maybe it's because Romani has fallen in love with the feeling of being an ordinary human being, or maybe it's because of keeping Hilgna's expectations of himself, Romani still maintains the appearance of being a human being, and at the same time, the shrunken Gaetia and the The form of the familiar stayed by his side.

Not to mention other things, with Getia's help, the workload has been reduced, and what will happen after they are rescued and returned to justice has been predicted, making them fully prepared.

Gaitia sat on the desk, and clicked his tongue at Romani who was talking about precautions to Fujimaru Tatsuka.

Because the appearance of the Demon God Pillar easily arouses suspicion, finally with the 'help' of Romani, Getia turned into a miniature version of the king.

Fortunately, with the increase of Chaldean heroic spirits, there are more and more strange familiars and alchemy props, and Gaetia's appearance is not eye-catching.

At least when Da Vinci was about to be stabbed in the back by members of the Magic Association, the heroic spirits who had not canceled the contract with Chaldea rescued her in time.

Gaitia sneered at this and said: "This is the human being you have worked so hard to save. It really makes me laugh—how about burning down human reason with me and creating a noble and perfect new human?"

The words were full of malice and sarcasm, but Getia quickly tasted the price of talking nonsense.

At least when Tachika Fujimaru met Gaitia, who shrank into a ball and trembled, and Romani, who was full of smiles, for the first time, he realized that Dr. Romani, who was like a goat, also had such a terrifying side.

Then the appearance of the Lost Belt made Fujimaru Tachika once again shoulder the responsibility of the master. Although Romani felt guilty for not allowing this black-haired and blue-eyed boy to return to his peaceful and peaceful daily life, But judging from past experience, Fujimaru Tachika is indeed the most suitable person to save the world.

"Anyway, be careful. If you really need 'my' help, be sure to speak up." Romani said with a serious face.

Fujimaru Tachika naturally knew what the doctor was referring to. If he encountered something that the heroic spirit he brought could not solve, then it was the turn of the magic king Solomon to appear.

"I know." Fujimaru Tachika nodded resolutely, and then entered the Lingzi cage.

——The destination of the spiritual transfer, Yokohama, Japan in 20▋▋.

Watching Fujimaru Tachika disappear into the Lingzi basket, Romani was slightly relieved after receiving the news that the black-haired boy had arrived safely, and subconsciously looked at his hands again.

Under the white gloves, the ten power rings that originally belonged to Solomon have all returned to the hands of their original owners, but whenever Romani takes a break from busy work, he can't help but look at the rings that have been given to him. Wisdom, at the same time gave him the ring of misfortune.

After Solomon obtained the ring of power, when Hilgna appeared on the holy mountain, what was he thinking when he saw himself who had completely become the weapon of the king?

Sometimes Romani would wake up from his sleep, the back of his clothes was soaked in cold sweat, Gaitia sat on the bed leg cabinet with his arms folded and mockingly said "cowardly and useless king", Romani buried his face in his palms He exhaled deeply the turbid air in his chest.

...I want to see you, I really want to see you.

Romani thought he had come out of grief, but he was not. He was just avoiding procrastination as before, turning a blind eye to the scars in his heart.

Maybe it will be a long time before Romani can completely get out of his grief, or maybe he won't be able to get out of his grief until the end of his life as an ordinary person, but after all, he has already gone to the side of the gods, reconciled with the angels in the Garden of Eden The saints that the elves live with have nothing to do with each other.

Romani closed his eyes, calmed down the sudden heartache, and refocused on the test.

It's just that the black-haired master who should have contacted Chaldea after arriving in Yokohama has not responded for a long time.

"Lixiang, are you alright?" Romani asked again, frowning, worrying about what trouble they might encounter again.

"Doctor Romani..." Fujimaru Tachika's voice was trembling, "I seem to have seen Mr. Silgner..."

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Romani (sitting up in shock): Here I come! ! !

Getia: Remember to take me with you! !

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感谢在2019-11-2621:47:00~2019-11-2722:22:37期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Tangled coffee cup, 1 Ming family night;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 50 bottles of indifference; 15 bottles of Jinse;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!