[Comprehensive] Dress GO!

Joan raised the banner again, and Fujimaru Tatsuka... Fujimaru Tatsuka jumped in anger, and under the banner of the saint, a barrage of complaints flashed wildly in her heart.

He didn't know what happened to Seimei and Ashiya Doman on the boat. It was a grievance between two onmyojis. His fingers turned black when his magic power was exhausted, so he could only stand beside Jeanne to observe the state of the seed of lamentation.

But in just a split second, a black shadow appeared in the barrier of the Seed of Lamentation.

Then that black shadow, like every gloomy and resentful soul in the Heian era, raised its hand—if it was still a hand, it crushed the fragile glass body.

This disaster came too fast, as if in an instant.

The torrent of power swirled and smashed the dragon boat with the strongest force.

Onmyoji was taken out of the deck by Onikiri, the strong wind blocked the Dragon God, Joan unfurled the banner again, and Fujimaru Tateka tried to catch them.Then he was knocked to the ground by Shikigami and Onmyoji in one breath. While suffering from pain, he pulled Abe Seimei and asked loudly:

"what happened!?"

"Michiman Ashiya...Even in the end, we will make this era our enemy." Onmyoji told him in a low voice, looking towards the sky.

Unprecedented strong winds hit from a distance, and there was a huge vibration between the sky and the earth, and the vision suddenly appeared.

The clouds in the sky are like collapsed buildings sinking into the sea, and the black sea is instantly frozen into ice without the need for a snow boy or a snow girl to exert their demonic power.

The witch's laughter reappeared in the sky of Heian-kyo, with infinite reverberations, and the thunder and lightning were like tree flowers growing on the black wasteland, rushing towards the vast land like waves and tides.

The deafening sound was like a thunderbolt on the ground, and the newly formed ice layer cracked like a spider web, and then countless black ice crystals like sharp blades exploded!

Buildings shook and collapsed in the earthquake, and there were screams in Kyoto. People couldn't see the figure of the witch, but only knew that a huge natural disaster was coming. The black shadow swelled in the night and turned into a huge palm towards Heianjing. shoot!

Only the saint's banner is still in this darkness like an inextinguishable spark, flickering and flickering endlessly.

Fujimaru Tachika has seen countless doomsday-like scenes, but rarely when she was so close to the crowd.

Countless wailing sounds gathered together, making the giant palm that Jeanne's Noble Phantasm was resisting become even bigger.

Everything comes from a tiny crack in the vitreous body, and the seed of lamentation that has not yet fully hatched declares to this singularity, it wants to contend with it, it wants to destroy this space-time!

Dirty and clean, evil and good, yin and yang, the laughter of the witch and the lamentation of the goddess are chaotic and separated.

They all exist together in this one tiny seed.

When they are completely hatched from it, they will be like the ocean that submerged the earth before eternity. This era will die in an instant, and no one can stop it.

The black shadow closest to the center of the vortex finally obtained the power that was still longing for, and cast a huge spell, but it suddenly melted away in the next second!

"Ahhhh!!!"

The ensuing storm was filled with his screams, because ordinary people's spells couldn't support this majestic power, and with just the slightest touch, "Michiman Ashiya" completely disappeared in this torrent of lamentation. inside.

"The worst is coming!" Abe Seimei said.

After Ashiya Michimitsu died, the monster group in the sea country suddenly lost their command, and their consciousness became clear again. They broke through the ice and found themselves in the human land, where the freshest flesh and blood were within reach, and they immediately started to make trouble without restraint!

The monsters are like a sea, and the vicious and ferocious ghosts climbed up from the hell, and they also turned into a force on the earth that wanted to destroy Heianjing.

Heianjing is like a purgatory on earth, the black ice field is full of inextinguishable wolf smoke and demon fire.

And the power of the Seed of Lamentation is still pouring out. Although this power has not yet collided with the monster tide, it is foreseeable that the most helpless people in this era will perish in these two torrents.

They fled to the highest place where they were temporarily safe, and the iris flags were flying, and the golden starlight was scattered in the sky above Kyoto, almost extinguished in the black wind.

As they once said, human beings are just a tiny grain of sand in such a torrent.

——Both Fujimaru Tachika and Abe Seimei are very aware of this fact.

The red flower demon staggered to the side of the big Onmyoji, she thought it was at least her mistake.

"Onmyoji..."

Abe Seimei denied her first: "No, Higanka, it's not all your fault."

He shook his head wearily: "The tragedies planted in the past are now bearing fruit. None of us thought that it would lead to today's situation. This is also my mistake."

Fujimaru Tachika on the side looked at them with a gnat in his throat.If you really want to pursue it, it may be because he opened the Grand Temple of Time in modern times. That unstable universe has vertically affected the past time, bringing a different world to Ashiya Michimitsu and to the onmyojis of this era. dream.

Who knew that the flower demon took a deep look at them and lowered her eyes: "No, this is an inevitable fact."

Fujimaru Tachika and Abe Seimei looked at her together.

Bianhua used her quiet voice to silently recite the famous saying of the manager of the wish store that chance is inevitable in the chaotic background, and then slowly told them: "My sea of ​​flowers can't purify the obsession of resentful ghosts, but it can Calm them down. This vicious flower seed has changed by itself."

Abe Seimei frowned puzzled.

The demon tide poured into Heian-kyo, and the shikigami were fighting with all their strength, and they raised their heads frequently, looking worriedly at the already chaotic sky, not knowing when the biggest disaster would come.

Even if they all know that no one person, monster, or god can turn the tide in such a situation.

The seeds of lamentation hatched further.

Fragmented patterns began to appear in the void, they were broken like the mirror world of Yunwaijing before, and the grotesque picture was reflected, each fragment had the shadow of a celestial maiden and a witch, and it seemed that there were nebulae still floating in the wind. eerie blue light.

Fujimaru Tatsuka stared blankly at this scene under the banner of Joan of Arc, like Ashiya Michimitsu, the release of this power is enough to confuse anyone.He couldn't help stretching out his hand, and Abe Seimei quickly grabbed him.

"Don't be stupid!" Onmyoji shouted: "No one can bear such power!"

Onmyoji was taken aback.

He saw that there seemed to be a fire suddenly ignited in Fujimaru Tachika's eyes, and it was like floating lights appearing on the snow.

Everything in this world is equal, and it is an established fact that the power in the seed of lamentation can only be transformed halfway in the flower sea of ​​Bianhua.

Where Abe Seimei was puzzled, Fujimaru Tachika found the answer to everything.

Because that's what he came for.

It's just that there was still a trace of hesitation in his eyes, but the Onmyoji let him go.

"Sunny?"

Abe Seimei looked heavy, but said:

"I once borrowed a star from Gao Tianyuan's envoy, and sent it to the sky on a dragon. It was not only the main star that formed the time-curve formation before, but also the most important nail anchoring this world."

The Great Onmyoji took a deep look at him: "You are the helper I found."

Onmyoji paused word by word and said, "He is a person who is closely tied to all living beings."

At that moment, Abe Seimei saw with his back to the wind coming from all directions. Countless lines connecting heaven and earth, still in this crumbling time and space, tightly entangled Fujimaru Tachika, with him as the center, conveying the streamer of life.

He didn't know what Fujimaru Tachika would do, but he was willing to believe him.

"Go, Fujimaru, whatever you want to do, just do it!"

"The stability of time and space is maintained by me. If this era is doomed to perish, then why am I not willing to give it a try!"

Fujimaru Tatsuka opened his eyes wide, hesitant to speak.

The cold air rushed past them, and the heat wave rushed to the other side.The sleet flew fiercely and exploded on the golden barrier.

"Master!"

The saint turned her back to the boy and stood under the banner.

Joan of Arc faced the hellish scene, but her voice was very soft and firm.

"I have always firmly believed that no matter it is suffering or lamentation, as long as I am with you, I will be able to overcome it."

"You don't need to hesitate."

The shikigami confronted the flames of the sea country and hell, and the power of gorgeous or ominous colors bloomed again and again. Under the burning of the sky fox, the folding fans of the Kikyo star pattern opened again and again.

Fujimaru Tachika let out a breath in the filthy wind, and reached out to the seed of lamentation again.

The law is always simple and easy to understand, but it is difficult for anyone to discover it before it is summarized by the predecessors.

They had a misunderstanding about the Seed of Lamentation from the beginning.For example, Fujimaru Tachika heard the onmyoji say that cetaceans are Mu Guang's creatures, and the power also comes from this time, so he couldn't help but make a joke.

The power system of this era is too simple and clear, dirty and unclean; bright and clean.

Abe Seimei himself is a complex symbol of the times, but he doesn't understand this truth.

Or maybe it's a game.

If he crashed directly into the eye of the storm like Ashiya Michimitsu, the consequences would be obvious to all.

The spells of mortals cannot carry such a great power, and a piece of sand cannot build a tall tower.

But what if all the grit in history turned up here?

This is a hypothesis that only Tachika Fujimaru dares to make, and only dare to ask a question.

The answer to this one question became the path under his feet, bringing him closer and closer to the shattering, hatching seed.

The costumes owned by Fujimaru Tachika are composed of gifts from followers, records during the journey, and imaginary dreams. It can be said that a costume is a story.

He just looked at the Seed of Lamentation, as if he saw a nightmare watching him from above the tower.

He said to Abe Seimei:

"You once asked me what happened before I came to Heian-kyo."

In the courtyard, Abe Seimei was full of curiosity about friends from the future, but was interrupted by a random trifle when getting an answer.Onmyoji doesn't mind, anyway, the future will be long.

So now it's Tatsuka Fujimaru's turn to tell her story along the way.

The sky and the earth are in chaos, and the two forces are about to collide and explode.

The golden light sand gathered from the boy's body, rising above the dark sea to the sky.

The pages of the book were blown up by the gust of wind.Fujimaru Tachika thought, since everything started here, it should end here too.

He used a suit.

Concept extraction: Fate/GrandOrder (Fate-Grand Order)