Macho Harem Paradise Project

It was in such an environment, a scene familiar to the warriors. It was accompanied by their kings trampling the conquered land and rolling yellow sand, as hundreds of people began to charge, and the momentum they brought was even no less than that of thousands or even tens of thousands of people.

This is a barrier constructed from the scene in the King of Conquerors' mind. One can even say that every warrior here is a heroic spirit, and many of them are as skilled in martial arts and bravery as, or even better than, the King of Conquerors.

They sang, they cheered, they marched.

Conquer the land visible to the naked eye.

"Each of them is actually a Heroic Spirit... I have seen them before, but they seem to be even more powerful."

Altria's clear eyes looked at the horrifying scene in front of her without fear.

"Of course! These are the warriors who followed me on the battlefield!"

The cavalry did not hide their pride at all, and countless followers shouted loudly along with the king's sharp swords, deafening the ears.

"Knight King! I sincerely hope that I can compete with a Servant like you next time. If there is a chance, we can also have a drink together! Hahahahaha!!!"

The King of Conquerors saw the magic power condensed on the golden sword.

It was even more terrifying than the powerful magic power released by the strange treasure in the hands of the Hero King...it was indescribably huge.

Will you lose?

Perhaps, if the Knight King's treasure is released, he doesn't think anyone on his side can survive.

But there is no room for retreat in conquest. Even if you know you will die, you will die in the charge and on the road to progress.

The billowing smoke and dust was getting closer and closer.

"Of course, King of Conquerors!"

Only when you get closer can you see through the dust sweeping the earth...they are countless warriors assembled under the command of the King of Conquerors.

Spears, swords, shields, battle axes, these are the companions who accompany Iskandar on the battlefield. The phalanx formed by these weapons will immediately suffer a devastating blow if they get close.

And Artoria, facing such an army alone, her golden figure blooming under the magic of the holy sword was so dazzling in the yellow sand that she became the target of all the warriors' charge.

But the closer he got, the more he couldn't stop the fear in his heart.

"The Legion of the Age of Gods, with such companions, no wonder they were able to conquer most of Europe."

Not only did Altria recall her own battlefields, she also had trustworthy companions, and the Knights of the Round Table under her were even better at martial arts than herself. They even made Britain's reputation spread to all the neighboring countries at the time, and frightened those rude and barbaric Saxons into fleeing from their own land.

Waver raised his head. As a magician, his talent might not be top-notch, but knowing his talent made him work extra hard. He could clearly sense the difference between the holy sword and the real one.

That is definitely a powerful treasure... Speaking of King Arthur, the most well-known treasures besides the Sword in the Stone that symbolizes the king must be those two super-standard treasures.

The sword of vowed victory and an utopia of isolation from the world.

"Cavalry! Get out of the way!"

As soon as he spoke, he found a burst of fiery red blocking his vision. The Conqueror King threw his cloak to him. The cloak was originally a fiery red cloak. Weber grabbed it tightly, thinking that the fiery red was so dazzling that his eyes were blurred by tears and gradually dyed red.

"Boy! Keep this cape. It is indeed a great experience to fight alongside you."

"You are a brave Master!"

In a trance, Waver saw that familiar, rough smile.

Then, the violent golden magic power swallowed up everything.

"EX——Excalibur!"

Light, all he could see before his eyes was the ultimate slash formed by the surge of magic power. The yellow sand, the wasteland, everything had been completely obliterated by this touch of gold. He could hear the shocking explosion of magic power, but in his mind, there was only the last smile of the Conqueror King.

Artoria was so powerful that she transformed everyone's magic power into light, and then released it from the tip of the sword as she swung it downwards like a beam of light to destroy everything. The force of the holy sword's downward strike seemed to be able to cut the earth, and the golden torrent forged from her magic power could flatten the earth.

That sword is the sad but noble dream that all the soldiers from the past and future who have disappeared on the battlefield embraced at the moment of their death. Such a will is worth boasting about, and such faith must be implemented. The King of Victory loudly read out the true name of the miracle in his hand, and that is - the sword of promised victory.

The inherent barrier vanished in an instant, and the caster had returned to Valhalla in gold. On the battlefield, only Weber was holding tightly in his hand the cloak belonging to the Conqueror King, which was hotter than flames and more eye-catching than blood.

"Woooo..."

Whimpering became the last sound the Master could make. Artoria and Alice Fell watched the scene for a while before turning around and leaving, leaving Waver alone to cry bitterly in the night wind.

?1017 Human Evil

"Beep...beep..."

After a long time, no more tears could come out of his eyes. He collapsed on his cloak as if exhausted, and his sadness was interrupted by the vibration of his cell phone.

"After the Holy Grail War is over, come to the Clock Tower."

I... I am the King of Conquerors who was summoned by the holy relic stolen from my mentor, but why... Mentor Kenneth doesn't have any intention of asking for punishment?

With unknown emotions in mind, he called his mentor.

"Weber..."

The call was connected.

"Teacher... the cavalryman..."

"Were we defeated?"

"Um···"

Hearing his disciple's hoarse voice, Kenneth also sighed softly on the other side of the phone.

"In the name of the head of the Archibald family, Weber, you will be my disciple who inherits my magic and research."

"Teacher...I'm sorry..."

"Why are you crying? Haven't you surpassed me? You dared to go to the battlefield with the King of Conquerors and compete with those monsters."

"teacher···"

"...Come back."

The night wind is bleak. Some people have untied their knots, while others have let go of their pride.

In this Holy Grail War, some people lost something, but some people also grew from it.

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Putting away her holy sword, Artoria calmed herself down. From now on, the Fourth Holy Grail War in Fuyuki City was over. The only remaining Heroic Spirit was Yang Ming Shuichi, who had formed an alliance with her. This berserker was carefully feeling the changes in the Holy Grail in his body.

“Although it has not yet taken shape, the container has been filled.”

In other words, the Holy Grail now has the initial ability to make wishes, and it can only do so before "it" can come to the outside world.

"Are you already urging me to make a wish?"

Yang Mingxiu smiled. Those black holes, the ominous aura emanating from the interior of the Holy Grail, had confirmed everything about the Holy Grail.

The dark young man appeared on a snowy mountain. His consciousness could already appear inside the Holy Grail, and as the new "container" of the Holy Grail, the scenery here was particularly familiar.

Shoes will squeak when stepping on the snow. This is a climate that is difficult for normal people to survive in. The temperature is below zero all year round. Even an expedition team seeking excitement will definitely make adequate preparations before daring to set foot in this area.

This is the place where the young man traveled through with his memories and shrunken body.

"Make a wish, make a wish, make a wish..."

A black rain curtain began to fall from the pure sky without any warning, but the surrounding environment was not affected at all and was still covered with white snow.

Looking up at the sky, a swirling blood-red and dark hole appeared in the cloudless sky.

It was like a black hole, or like an emotionless eye, looking down at everything below.

"Yangming Xiuyi, you are the best person to bear all the sins of the world."

"Oh?"

"How did you come to this conclusion?"

The young man smiled all his life and asked back about that voice.

The voice was exactly the same as Yang Ming Xiuyi's, and he felt like he was talking to himself. However, the power he cultivated was not the same as the system of cultivating immortals, and there was no such thing as training with inner demons.

All of this is just a means of bewitching created by the Holy Grail through the container.

Five servants have already returned to Valhalla. From the perspective of the Holy Grail's descent, the magic reserve is sufficient, so it took the risk to come and seduce with the consciousness of the Holy Grail.

"You, who are guided by desire and instinct, represent the evil side of humanity."

The voice continued to speak, without any reaction to the sarcasm in Yang Mingxiu's words.

"All of humanity's sins stem from desire, the desire for struggle, and since you are the one who practices this desire as a path forward, you are naturally the best bearer of humanity's sins."

"The path you have chosen is the path of sin."

"A novel theory, then?"

"..."

The voice seemed not to understand why Yang Ming Xiuyi answered like this and fell silent.

"Desire and instinct are indeed important reasons that keep me going, but when do these things become associated with sin?"

Yang Mingxiu stretched out his hand and opened a pure white barrier. Life was refusing and resisting the black rain falling on its master.

"The origin of all human sin is desire and instinct."

"I agree with this, then what?"

"Yangming Xiuyi, this is a sin that only you can bear, because you are the one who has done these to the extreme."

"It's ridiculous. Why should I bear this responsibility? Besides, I consider myself a good citizen who abides by the law."

The young people's unyielding attitude has been clearly revealed.

This consciousness that talks to itself and tries to make wishes for itself is the evil of humanity in the Holy Grail.

At first glance, its logic has no obvious loopholes. As long as you make a wish, it can appear in reality. At the same time, it uses human desires and instincts as points of debate and extends to a broad and disordered perspective.

The consciousness embodied by human evil thoughts will instinctively distort everything it believes, just as it can only see the evils derived from desires and instincts, but ignores the good emotions that humans can also have through these.

Aren’t those virtues also derived from human desires?

Helpfulness, compassion, diligence, generosity, humility, tolerance, and love, these virtues that are very easy to see in people, aren’t they also what human beings themselves carry.

Just like those evil things, they all represent the steps of human beings, as a creature, from primitiveness to civilization.

No one can expect humans to be a species that only possesses virtues. This is life, and the essence of life is to stay alive. As long as it is to stay alive, we must try every possible way and use every possible means.

"I've heard enough of your nonsense, so you should be ready."

Golden ripples appeared in his pupils, and a small scale appeared in his hand, while pure white and scarlet light emerged from the young man's body.

——Guilty, guilty, guilty! ! !

Such a broken, sad, twisted, filthy existence should not come into the world.

Human beings, every life has its own destiny, its own star, maybe small, maybe huge, even so people still have the power to choose for themselves, and do not need such things to influence them.

"You should be prepared for the evil of humanity."

The black-haired young man smiled wildly in his inner consciousness.

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?1018 The Heroic Spirit Who Did Not Return

The path you choose must be followed until death.

"The verdict is pronounced."

The scales can tip without warning, and once you are locked on them and deemed guilty, it can be a blow to your soul.

"discipline."

A scarlet breath burst out. The so-called evil of mankind was the best and greatest food for it. It pounced on it with a greedy roar.

The Hollow sensed the horrifying threat and retaliated by spewing out black mud that could corrode and burn everything.

But as expected, he was swallowed up by the punishment.

"With just the evil of humanity, do you still want to eradicate humanity?"

"You high-handed bastard, I have my own way of doing things, and people like you should just disappear."

Pure white power gathered in his hands. Yang Ming Xiuyi bent his upper body backward with force, twisting his back and waist into a reverse mechanism. The fist filled with power flashed with dazzling light.

At the moment when the red mist waiting for punishment swallowed up the black mud that was sprayed down, a fist that pierced the sky was swung out.