I created the Holy Grail War, shocking the world

The strongest defense known to the world!

But until now...

Countless people looked up at the supremely luxurious object in the sky. On the golden base, the blue enamel reflected a dazzling brilliance that seemed to be condensed from infinite beautiful things.

finally understood.

No wonder even the most powerful Noble Phantasm of the oldest and strongest Hero King, the Aura of Heaven and Earth, could not reach it. No wonder it could ignore all physical interference and interference from all parallel worlds...

“Because it symbolizes…”

Countless people groaned in fear: "This ideal is so far away that it is beyond our reach and can never be achieved."

Humans are intellectual.

People are rational.

Humans are emotional, so they have desires that can never be satisfied, pursuing, clinging to, and longing for things they cannot possess.

Children may desire beautiful dresses, fun toys, and the peace of their parents.

Adults yearn for ideals, perhaps it is money, perhaps it is love, or perhaps they hope to receive applause and flowers and realize their ambitions.

The more you cannot have something, the more you cling to it; once you have it, you crave for more.

In this kind of desire, there is no good or evil, no right or wrong.

People call the desire that is out of reach, even a fantasy, an ideal!

Ideals are things that are beyond our reach.

This distance transcends time and space, transcends cause and effect, and transcends all tangible things in the world.

And the golden light before my eyes, like a wall of sky, may be the embodiment of this distance.

Paris.

A middle-aged man with a scruffy beard savored the bitterness in his mouth and looked at the brilliant light with melancholy, as if he saw his past.

Like a moth, even though I know I cannot reach my destination, I still resolutely rush towards the burning path called ideal.

Until everything is gone, until there is nothing left.

But it's ideal.

I want to become famous and let everyone on this planet know my name and the ideals of the great painter Picasso XI.

I will never give up.

.......

new York.

A heavily made-up Latina prostitute, after a day's work, sneered, holding a cigarette in her mouth.

"Hmph~Is that ideal?"

There was deep touch and nostalgia in his eyes.

Every year, even every day, countless people, young and old, men and women, with the "American Dream" that resounded in their dreams over and over again, trudged across the long border between the United States and Mexico, and came here with a desire for a glorious and fascinating ideal, giving their all.

They arrived at the capital of the most powerful and prosperous nation on the planet... and were greeted by a sound like breaking glass.

That was the sound of something called ideals being shattered.

No.

Perhaps the so-called ideal never existed from the beginning.

The distance between me and them is not 4,500 kilometers, but it transcends the concept of distance and exists only as an illusion in their dreams.

……

Neon, Moscow, Sweden, Seoul...

Countless people looked up at the light in the sky that illuminated half the world.

The children's bright eyes were full of longing, as if they saw a perfect family, delicious candies and collectible toys.

The young people had complicated expressions, obsessed and captivated.

Be obsessed with the infinite beauty and satisfy all desires.

The distance between hesitation and despair, and the cold reality.

The old people's cloudy eyes were filled with pain, but they couldn't help but reach out to touch the lost pursuit and impossible future.

Even the many worlds were silent at this moment.

.......

"Ideals are dreams, dreams that cannot be reached?"

The rainy country has become much brighter.

The continuous drizzle cast a hazy veil over this heavily industrialized city.

A man in a black robe with red clouds stood quietly in the rain, looking up at the brilliant light in a daze.

He knows.

He always knew.

His ideal of bringing permanent peace to the ninja world, no more fighting, no more separation, and no more pain, is impossible.

Unrealistic.

But it's ideal.

Precisely because it is so far away, it is even more difficult to let go. We are willing to give up everything and risk everything to achieve it.

"It's time to wake up~"

For a long time.

The man lowered his head and sighed deeply.

When the power of a true god cannot reach this distance, this cruel reality is placed before us.

Even though he was extremely crazy, he seemed to have woken up from a dream.

When he truly sobered up and walked away from the situation, he saw the impracticality of his ideas.

There is no permanent peace or absolute peace.

This is human nature.

But at least, tooth for tooth, blood for blood, and pain can make people sober and fearful.

Using supreme military force as a deterrent is not a wrong approach.

The key lies in what is the supreme military force.

The man's pupils gradually shrank as he looked at his pale hands.

Zi~~

A fiery blue arc exploded, circling in his palm like a cheetah.

Obviously.

Magic is the supreme power.

..........

"Hahahaha, it's just out of reach that makes us want to grasp it completely."

Above the sea.

The waves are vast and the azure waves dozens of stories high are one after another.

After killing a sea king as huge as a battleship with his bare hands, the burly old man with a white beard as sharp and domineering as a blade laughed excitedly.

"Is it actually the embodiment of the concept of 'ideal'?"

"You are worthy of the name of absolute guardian."

....

The endless crystal ice field.

Facing the raging and violent blizzard, the tall woman in military uniform and ice-blue hair smiled cruelly, raised her pointed high-heeled military boots, and then stepped down hard.

The head of the leader of the remnants of the alien race under his feet exploded like a watermelon.

Amidst the blood plasma rising into the sky, the woman, surrounded by cruel cold air, revealed a bloodthirsty smile.

"Ideal?"

"My ideal is more wars, more fighting, stronger opponents, and to ravage and trample on everything, hahahaha~~~"

The fierce and domineering aura, like that of a brutal dragon, is almost materialized.

Within a radius of several hundred meters, the empire's elite soldiers were trembling in this terrifying aura.

"I'm tired of this boring world..."

The woman kicked the corpse away and turned back with a bloodthirsty look like a tiger or wolf. "So, when will the doors to the other doors be opened?"

.......

"The greater the ideal, the more impossible it is to reach the glory of Avalon."

Mutual Aid Society.

Yukinoshita Yukino sighed softly with a complicated expression: "Because it is the ideal itself."

As the Master who entered Avalon's body during the Five Wars, no one knew Avalon's nature better than her.

Shizuka Hiratsuka looked at the sky, lit a cigarette, and thought of something: "In European mythology, fairies are always there to fulfill all the wishes of the protagonist, like Cinderella's stepmother and the fairy in the woods.

And Avalon, the fairyland, symbolizes desire—the ideal itself.”

She shook her head. "I should have thought of that earlier."

The group of people didn't speak.

Just looking at the light with longing eyes.

Everyone sees something different, but it is what they most desire and what is out of reach in their hearts.

Only Yukinoshita Haruno looked at the other side of her that was so bright that even the demons were blocked behind the outer wall of the sky, and sighed softly.

"Sure enough, you are not me."

The woman named Yukinoshita Haruno has no ideals, no self, and no persistence.

It's just a hollow puppet, trying hard to imitate and act out the perfection in other people's minds, running mechanically every day.

It is impossible for her to awaken Avalon, the ideal...

Haruno put on a practiced smile, put her hands behind her back and circled around Sakurajima Mai: "Ah, ah, after all, in the end, we still have to rely on the excellent little Haruno."

Sakurajima Mai looked at her with empty eyes, then frowned and asked a question: "If Avalon is the ideal itself, then... can people without ideals ignore Avalon?"

Yang No's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly.

I doubt you're hitting on me.

"No ideal person?"

The others were stunned, then all waved their hands. "That's impossible! As long as we're human, we have desires. Ideals are just a general term."

Besides, Avalon is the embodiment of a concept, which doesn't mean it has no strength.

The light intensity is also EX level.

Is it possible that there is no ideal Servant who can burst through the defense of EX-class Noble Phantasms? Uh... Hmm...

Many people were silent.

Damn, with each servant being more outrageous than the last, it’s hard to say.

After all, Avalon is the strongest known guardian that cannot be reached by the five major laws, but who knows how much is beneath the unknown iceberg.

For example, Brother Shu?

"Stop talking nonsense. Even Sister Yang Nai may not be able to survive this."