[Shin Master Lan Yanqiang Professor Emperor Weber has] the lock of the sky

You're right about one thing at least, and that's, we're all stupid.

We who have loved someone so deeply and are willing to carry heavy memories are extremely stupid.

Gunners in green tights galloped through the night.As the wind whistled in my ears, countless memories were awakened, and details that I had never noticed before gradually became clear.

"I pray to meet you again, whether it's on the battlefield full of war or in the desert without people."

This is the inscription engraved on the magnificent gate of the Seat of Heroes, and they who have lived there for many years have never seriously thought about the reason for this inappropriate sentence.Many heroes who were upright, unrestrained and unconcerned even laughed at the saying that children love each other. Even those who have a sad past just closed their eyes quietly in laughter. After all, everything is settled, and regrets are perfect , Time goes by, and the only thing left in the end is only fleeting memories.

Now think about it, what kind of mood did the king of Uruk, who never believed in God or destiny, engrave such words that were almost begging in this paradise without him?

What he pursues, the direction of his gaze, has not changed for thousands of years.He trampled on the souls, beliefs and lives of countless people, and squandered his long loneliness and despair, just to exchange everything for a misty miracle, to find the only hope from the despair and loneliness that has lasted for thousands of years Light.

— so stupid, so crazy.

Diarmuid stopped outside the Civic Gymnasium in Fuyuki City, looking at the faces of acquaintances who appeared around him at some point, their expressions were so similar, it was the calmness of knowing that the road ahead was uncertain, but still not turning back.

We who know this is a dead place but still set foot without hesitation are probably crazy.The kind and honest Prince Uruk thought this way, knowing that the beliefs and lives of countless people have been played by this person, but we still want to help him, we must all be crazy.

You're right about one thing at least, brother.That is, we are all stupid.

We who have loved someone so deeply and are willing to carry heavy memories are extremely stupid.

"Long time no see, Prince Diarmuid." The white-haired young man beside him smiled, the tenderness in the strange eyes was exactly the same as in memory, "I'm glad you are all right."

Diarmuid responded with a smile, and looked at the handsome purple-haired young man behind Kariya - that was obviously a heroic spirit, but he really didn't remember seeing such a heroic spirit in this Holy Grail War - wait, he looked at Kariya His eyes are very familiar...

The young man said as if to answer his doubts: "It seems that you don't remember me, Prince Diarmuid. I am Lancelot, Berserker of Kariya."

The above few sentences contained a bit of information, Diarmuid turned back to look at Kariya in a daze, the knowing smile on Kariya's face made him affirm his speculation, he looked at those familiar purple eyes He smiled calmly, and the corners of his brows and eyes were full of relief: "I am very glad that you have become such an excellent knight, Prince Aga of Kish."

Lancelot, who was praised in this way, frowned, Kariya patted the back of his hand reassuringly, and brought the topic back on track: "The king probably wants to hold the last ceremony in the spirit vein here, Diarmuid, and I Guess he wants to use himself to fill up the lack of magic of the Holy Grail—have you thought about how to stop him?"

"No. I was thinking of other things." Diarmuid looked at the brightly lit gymnasium, the face of the so-called glorious appearance was full of haze, "Before I left the Hades, I met the Lord of the Hades, Gujarana He told me that gods are not 'eternal', the existence of gods is only the manifestation of people's beliefs, and after losing faith and awe, gods will also perish."

"So I wonder if the 'semi-god' King Uruk who has escaped the cycle of life and death is the same. Once certain beliefs or obsessions no longer exist, will he disappear as well."

"So, once Enkidu is resurrected, the king of Uruk who fulfilled his wish will disappear?" Lancelot, who has been silent all the time, deduced.

"No," Diarmuid clasped his sweaty hands and said what he knew: "I asked him his wish to return to the human world, and he said it was not to resurrect Enkidu. And I remember he said that he Want to 'keep a promise'."

The following words were interrupted by a sudden loud explosion in the gymnasium.

On the temporary altar in the gymnasium, the battle is continuing—or, in other words, the unilateral crushing is continuing.

Bearing all the glory, all the loneliness and responsibilities, the King of Knights walked forward with difficulty. Seven steps away from her, the holy grail she had dreamed of was shining with a gentle and healing light in mid-air, but what stood in front of that light was The cold bloodthirsty red eyes of the King of Heroes.

"Get out of the way." The King of Knights raised his sword. Although the previous fierce battle with Lancelot consumed her strength and damaged her spirit, she pointed at the King of Heroes' sword, which was still extremely stable, "...Holy Grail... It's mine."

What answered her was the rain of Noble Phantasms pouring down without mercy.Gilgamesh stood three steps away with arms folded, looking at the King of Knights who was covered in bruises but still kept walking, looking at her blood-stained face still full of determination, looking at her pair of emerald green eyes that were incomparably similar to someone else. eyes.

Gilgamesh lost his mind for a moment. The sharp sword that was supposed to pierce the heart of the King of Knights pierced the blade of the Sword in the Stone, and was cut in two by the extremely sharp treasure.

Gilgamesh dodged the sword piercing his throat, the warmth in his eyes quickly cooled colder than the light of the sword, more than a dozen swords fell in the air, and the King of Knights, who finally got close to the Holy Grail, was blocked back to his place again.

"Don't waste your efforts, little girl." The hero king said condescendingly, his tone as always contemptuous, "You can't beat me."

Gilgamesh smiled, and there was a trace of nostalgia in his blood-red eyes—for a moment, the King of Knights doubted his own vision.

"Give up your beliefs, give up your gods, and stay by my side forever. I will obtain everything in this world for you..."

"Dirty lunatic!"

The bloody Knight King roared angrily, condemning his madness and violence.The King of Heroes of Uruk smiled casually, and the backside of the smile was overwhelming.

I've been crazy for a long time, because no one can stop me.He looked at those green eyes obsessively and thought, then without hesitation, he increased the output of the king's treasure, and the golden rain of swords hit the petite girl. His eyes were gentle and obsessed, but his smile Bloodthirsty and cold.

Thousands of years of loneliness have already alienated my heart into iron stone. All I can see are your eyes, and all I can pursue is the only promise left.

Lancelot, Kariya, and Diarmuid ran in quickly after hearing the change; on the other side, the battlefield where the former high priest of Uruk and his kitten fought gradually shifted here, and Gilgamesh stood Beside the increasingly radiant Holy Grail, the smile on his face widened almost crazy.

After hitting Father Kotomine's ribs hard with the butt of a machine gun without bullets, Emiya Kiritsugu raised his head and met Gilgamesh's crazy smile.The information that had been incomprehensible before was quickly integrated in his mind, and the moment he came to a conclusion, Kiritsugu felt that the blood in his whole body quickly dropped to zero.

This person is the instigator of the war. This so-called Holy Grail can only fulfill his wish—and this wish requires the lives of all of them as a price.

He stretched out his right hand, and the three command spells on the back of his hand were as red as blood, just like the blood in the eyes of the Knight King who raised the sword of vowed victory with all his strength at this moment.

"Order in the name of the Command Seal——Saber, destroy Saint..."

Before the last syllable was uttered, the paralyzed priest whose ribs were broken by him just now suddenly rushed forward. Kotomine Kirei grabbed his limbs tightly with a strength that was not at all like that of a seriously injured person, leaving no room for resistance. .Gilgamesh, who was fighting the King of Knights, looked back, a dangerous gleam flashed in his blood-red eyes.

Emiya Kiritsugu felt unprecedented emotions that could almost be called fear quickly flooded his heart.

Black matter suddenly gushed out from the Holy Grail—it was not appropriate to say gushing, the viscous black mud spewed out continuously, engulfing the gymnasium like a torrent.The walls that could not bear the enormous pressure were torn apart, and the black mud quickly engulfed everything around them like a flood that burst an embankment. Soon, the entire Fuyuki City was submerged by this black substance of unknown origin.