I created the Holy Grail War, shocking the world

How to do it?

How to do?

The human world is not the animal world, it is not as simple as the survival of the fittest.

Ultimately, when you're protecting your business, you're not facing enemies, you're facing your own people. It's not as simple as just pulling out a knife and killing people."

A group of strong men whose brains were all muscles were confused.

Their simplistic worldview makes it difficult for them to deal with such issues.

They had no friends, no subjects, were not kings, and could not imagine how this problem could be solved.

There are also some superiors who look indifferent.

“That’s why idealists can never achieve anything, because the solution to problems is through the most cold-blooded and dirty politics.

And they are the ones furthest away from politics…”

An older man said weakly, "Have you forgotten what Saber said when she first appeared? She's good at politics, and she has an A-Gen to help her bear the darkness. Calm down. The fundamental reason for the Saber Kingdom's collapse is the departure of the Age of Gods. In this magically barren environment, the ancient Celts can no longer survive. In this vast world, survival is the most important thing..."

"Politics can solve everything. Your politics is shit. It's just a lubricant at best, and most of the time it's the main culprit."

Grass! !

The nobles' faces turned pale and blue.

But I managed to hold it in.

Who said that the person who was speaking was a senior person and a citizen of God's country, not one of the common people under them?

Even more people watched the heroic and great figure charging into the mythical battlefield, like a goddess holding a torch, holding a holy sword and leading the heroes to end the troubled times and usher in a new era of peace and stability.

However………

....

[Under the calm gaze of a woman who transformed into a will in the sky.]

People's lives are gradually improving, and smiles are gradually appearing on their faces.

The humble refugee camp gradually prospered, forming a town, which in turn expanded and became a city, and finally became the holy city that shines through the ages—Camelot.

The girl also donned a crown and a deep blue cloak, becoming the ruler of this land. Countless subjects, the dragons of the sky, and the fantastical creatures of the earth all submitted to her cloak.

Countless excited and enthusiastic voices overlap, shouting the king's name: Arthur! !

[But the king who finally ascended the throne did not become as tyrannical and arbitrary as countless kings before him, nor did he become as tyrannical and greedy as a brave man who turned into a dragon.]

Instead, he set up a round table and asked the knights who followed him to sit together and discuss the future of this new kingdom.

[At this moment, even the lowest class of people can have enough food to eat, clothes to wear, and basic dignity to gain.]

"It's like a dream."

[The woman named Yukinoshita Haruno murmured as she watched this scene.]

【Yes. 】

This is a dream.

【Fragile and ephemeral.】

【On the high tower.】

[The man under the hood, with eyes as beautiful as gemstones, watched quietly.]

[Looking at how, since who knows when, the knights have gradually distanced themselves from the king who seemed to be standing high in the sky.]

The resentment among the knights, the desire for more subjects, the gradually impoverished land, resentment rising from this land, dissatisfaction accumulating.

The man sighed softly, "Arthur, as long as you exist in people's ideals, as long as you still hold their hopes high, then they will admire you, rely on you, and then... stay away from you."

[“Because ideals themselves are so lovable and terrifying.”]

[“Arthur (pronunciation)…you’ve taken on too much of others’ expectations without authorization…”]

353. Madara: "What did you say? Who buried the gods?"

Many people were silent, and then sighed: "Even Brother Shu feels helpless."

At this moment, they felt that this glorious and great king was so sad.

"After all, what stands in Camelot's way isn't an enemy, or even a god, but..."

Different world.

On a high hill.

The elven magician, with her silver twin ponytails, a petite figure and a serene face, murmured softly, "...a better time."

Just like their world, gods, fantasy species, and even the people of the Age of Gods are ultimately remnants of a bygone era.

In the face of the new era that is coming, the era that belongs to mankind, it can only be frozen in history and come to an abrupt end.

Because their historical mission has been completed.

Like a brave man, like...Sinmer.

But if there were heroic spirits in their world, maybe... maybe defeating the demons wouldn't be so difficult, and maybe she could see Xin Meier again...

Her hands unconsciously clenched and unclenched, and the thousand-year-old magician named Fulilian sighed and walked down the hill.

"Let's go, Philen, Shutark, the destination is still far away."

The world of heavens.

Many powerful people sighed with deep emotion.

In the face of the tide of the times, individuals and even groups are too small.

This is not something that can be solved by being powerful.

Stopping in the present is equivalent to giving up on the future.

A population without a future has no meaning of existence.

Some people were also very unhappy: "Who said that? Can't we just let Brother Shu, no, Merlin, carve out a parallel world where the Celts can survive?"

An old man, constantly saying "You want to dance too?", folded his arms and sneered, "And then? Stagnation in the Age of Gods? The end of the Age of Gods was achieved by countless powerful beings like Saber fighting and dying on the battlefield."

Many senior people sighed, "Master is right. Ever since Brother Shu buried the gods fourteen thousand years ago, and since Saber and countless heroes have sacrificed everything for fifteen hundred years, generations have fought bravely to finally wrest the future from the gods and usher in an era that belongs to humanity. How could we tolerate their regression?"

"The Age of Gods, the Age of Gods! Since it's called the Age of Gods, it must be the most suitable era for the gods. Even the people of the Age of Gods can adapt to the environment better than the gods themselves. Is that what you mean, old man?"

They figured this out.

Some even suspected that the high-magic environment was fading, Dayuan was closed, or even that a human giant like Brother Shu was involved.

There is one good thing about human beings, that is, they have a low moral standard and are used to being poor, so they can survive in any environment.

In a low-magic environment, only a very small number of Celts, who have too much fantasy and mythological blood, cannot adapt.

The vast majority of people have adapted peacefully to become humans of the new era.

Spot nodded, then said dissatisfiedly: "What the hell is "master"? Little devil, I'm not old enough to be that old... Wait."

He noticed something and his pupils shrank: "What do you mean by the one who buried the gods 14,000 years ago?!!!"

Also, before, the tone seemed to imply that Merlin was also related to that person, and even that they were subordinate to each other.

Can it tear the world line apart and create a new parallel world?

Nima.

Did he hear some great news?

The man, who was almost a legend in his own world, felt his heart tremble with disbelief.

Brother Earth looked bewildered: "It's nothing. Burying the Gods means burying the Gods... Wait, you newbies really don't know. Forget it, let me explain..."

The others suddenly remembered as well.

In the history of Type-Moon, it seems that the first anchor point is Brother Shu, and it is based on Brother Shu's existence itself.

Fourteen thousand years ago, Brother Shu directly killed many gods, taking out his knife and slashing them one by one, even killing Zeus, the esoteric god who was equivalent to God.

Only then did the subsequent heroes gradually clear away the remnants of the Age of Gods and create room for the Age of Humans.

otherwise…….

Oh my god.

When they thought of the densely packed and terrifyingly numerous gods of that era, their hearts couldn't bear it.

They are all famous and well-known masters.

Just like in the Middle Ages, those who had surnames were all nobles.

The same goes for gods. None of them who have condensed their true names are weak.

"Hiss~, now that I think about it, Brother Shu is truly awesome."

Someone took a deep breath.

Zhu Tian: “……..”

Ending the Age of God?

Promote n groups of gods?

The entire human history has grown and extended based on him?

Countless people were shocked and looked at the sky in shock.

This guy is not a big boss at all, this guy is a huge boss.

A world themed around the Gods Game.

The labyrinth city of Orario.

Hestia shrank back.

Is it so fierce? No, I'm just a baby god who's tens of thousands of years old. I haven't found my own family yet.

A platform for guiding the dead.

The dignified blue-haired goddess collapsed in an instant, tears streaming down her face towards the sky. "Go back, I want to go back!! Eris, let Eris come, she, a woman with padded breasts, will definitely be able to handle it."

....

The communication area of ​​all heavens.

The old men had already trembled, and now they looked at the girl on the sky with a feeling of nostalgia.

"Come to think of it, Saber should be the descendant of the little swordsman who followed Brother Shu back then, right?"

"Nonsense, the name Arthur Pendragon, you know he's Saber's ancestor, right?"

"Actually, the pronunciation is the same, Arthur/Arthur, both are pronounced as Arthur."

"So, Saber's killing of the last god can be considered as following the will of her ancestors? Or should I say Brother Shu's will?"

"Alas, in the end, it was the descendants of Brother Shu's followers who stood up and marked the final end of the Age of Gods, while also meeting their own destined demise."

It's too awful.

Saber is really miserable.

As expected, her panel is absolutely fake. Her luck is at most E, or because the lowest parameter is only E level.

Someone else frowned and said, "That's true, but how the end will come and when it will happen depends on the circumstances..."

.....

Canopy.

The music is calm and distant, as if foreshadowing something, and with a hint of sadness.

【The evening light shines in from the windowsill.】

[Inside the round table conference hall, a heroic figure and a majestic and silent figure stood quietly.]

[The knights gradually leave.]

[The King looked at the last person calmly.]