Nikola Tesla deserved to be on the cover of physics.
His appearance was very short.
He had already guessed the purpose of Circia von Erzsbeuren.
This family was a bit strange.
Since ancient times, as a traditional magician family, their pursuit was different from other magician families.
Their pursuit for generations was not some source, nor was it infinite magic, but to achieve true magic — the "third method, Heavenly Cup."
Their pursuit was to achieve magic itself.
It was similar to, through this matter, proving that their family's pursuit was correct.
In fact, the Erzsbeuren family heads of the past did not have time to think about what to do after achieving the "third method, Heavenly Cup."
Conquer the world?
Immortality?
Invincibility?
None of them.
For this magician family, this was no longer a matter of specific purpose, but a matter of obsession.
To put it bluntly, they were a bit obsessed.
But their obsession made them want to reappear the real Holy Grail in this world at all costs.
In their view, in the past Holy Grail Wars, the "small Holy Grail" that could only fulfill wishes on a small scale was too small.
It was too small.
They believed that the real "Heavenly Cup" was a real omnipotent wishing machine that could fulfill any wish in the blink of an eye.
Even if it could turn the world into nothingness with a thought, such an outrageous thing could be done.
The Erzsbeuren family had been searching for so many years that they almost gave up.
Until ten years ago.
Someone discovered the town of Wuke.
Following the remaining historical footprints, they found this place.
They found this place that was very likely to be the ruins of Wuke.
There was a strange "singularity" here.
A "singularity" that could not be observed by any magician's means, but existed in a strange way.
They did a lot of research.
With the help of a mysterious person.
They came to a conclusion.
The Holy Grail was conscious.
When the Holy Grail in the singularity wanted to leave that world and take the initiative to descend into the real world, the illusion and reality would resonate. With the attraction of the real small Holy Grail, the Holy Grail that existed in the illusion could be lured out.
With the two combined, there was a high probability of completing the real "Heavenly Cup" magic.
No one knew how long the Erzsbeuren family had waited for this day, how much sacrifice they had made, and how much effort they had made.
But as long as he succeeded today, everything would be worth it!
Cercia was originally an android created as a vessel for the Holy Grail.
Her existence itself was more perfect than the creation of the Holy Grail by any generation.
She was the perfect vessel for the Goblet of Heaven.
It could be said that her life existed for this moment.
Without any hesitation, she chose this method to end her short life.
After she contains the Cup of Heaven, she will become an eternal existence.
She would obtain the authority of the world.
She would … become a god!
Magic and magic, the difference of one word could lead to a thousand miles of difference.
Cercia closed her eyes.
In the air.
The Holy Grail that flew out from Gilgamesh's treasury emitted black ripples that swept across the sky.
The two Holy Grails began to resonate with each other.
The attraction between the two Holy Grails was like the attraction between a man and a woman. When they reached a certain level, they would naturally roll together without any external inducements.
Cercia had already absorbed enough magic.
The death of all the heroic spirits would become the cornerstone of the Third Art: Cup of Heaven.
Whether it was the heroic spirits summoned by Gilgamesh, the ones summoned by Cercia, or even the ones summoned by Irin.
There was no exception.
Everyone would die. They would all die here.
"Come!"
In the pain, tears of happiness flowed from the eyes of Cercia's deformed head … and blood.
…
Gilgamesh helplessly watched the Holy Grail leave.
He did not urge it to stay, nor did he force it.
In his opinion, the blackened Holy Grail was not beautiful anymore. It was not qualified to stay in the King's treasury.
Irin wanted to snatch the Holy Grail.
But he failed.
He was not even qualified to touch the Holy Grail.
At this moment.
Suddenly.
Irin raised his head.
The surrounding sounds completely disappeared.
The sound of the wind, the noise, the crying, everything disappeared.
It was so sudden and without any warning.
It gave Irin the feeling that at a certain moment, he was stripped from this world. It did not feel real at all.
"It's here."
Gilgamesh's eyes lit up with golden flames.
He looked at the sky.
Irin raised his head and followed Gilgamesh's gaze.
A figure appeared in the sky.
A strange figure.
That figure had the appearance of a human. It had hands, a head, and feet. It was two meters tall and was wearing clothes.
The moment the figure appeared, there was silence.
Even though Gilgamesh had said those two words, the strange stillness that lingered around Yi Lin still hadn't disappeared.
The figure floated to the ground bit by bit.
Irin held two guns in his hands.
But before he could do anything, Gilgamesh reached out and stopped him. "If you don't want to die, don't do anything."
"You know who he is?"
Gilgamesh smiled faintly. "He is … the End. The end of everything. "
After saying this, Gilgamesh slowly floated to the sky.
When the figure got closer to the ground, Irin finally saw the figure's appearance.
His skin was red all over, like flowing flames, but also like blood.
His skin was tattooed with dense veins, like the totems of some ancient race.
The most terrifying thing was that face.
On that human-like face, there was no mouth, ears, or nose. The whole face was full of eyes.
Red eyeballs were rolling in different directions on the face.
Hiss!
Irin only took a glance, and one of the eyes looked at Irin.
Just a glance.
Just a glance.
Irin felt as if he had been slapped.
Pain!
His head, his nose, his mouth, his limbs, his heart, and every part of his body felt a strange pain.
The other party did not move, and did not attack Irin. Just one of the eyes glanced at Irin, and it made Irin feel this strange pain.
It seemed as if only a moment had passed, but also as if a long time had passed.
When Yi Lin shifted her gaze away and came back to her senses, Gilgamesh had already opened the treasury. One by one, the treasured artifacts transformed into countless rays of light, shooting indiscriminately at the compound eyed eccentric that had appeared in the sky.
The golden rays of light from the relics drowned the compound eyed monster's body in an instant.
Should he go?
Irin stood still.
He began to feel conflicted.
Just now, Irin understood.
The battle between Gilgamesh and the other party was not at the level that a human of his level could participate in.
In the light, there was a strange syllable.
It seemed to be some kind of language.
The compound eyed monster made a sound.
In the golden light, he stretched out one of his palms.
The relics that Gilgamesh regarded as treasures were broken by the other party in just one move.
One by one, they were broken!
However, Gilgamesh did not seem to feel distressed, and he did not care. He still shot the relics into the sky expressionlessly.
"Sure enough, relics born from human history can't do any harm to the other party."
In the sky.
Gilgamesh raised his eyelids.
His golden armor was full of cracks.
His blood seeped out from the cracks.
Yi Lin couldn't even understand how the other party had managed to harm Gilgamesh.
As the relics broke one by one,
Gilgamesh finally made a move.
He put one of his hands into the treasury.
At this moment.
In the clear sky, a cloud appeared out of nowhere.
A red cloud.
In the clouds, a huge vortex was rotating silently. Gilgamesh was pulling something out of the treasury, little by little, as if he was using a lot of force.
— He pulled out a stick.
A stick that was like a sword, but not a sword, but not a sword.
Gilgamesh raised his head, his eyes burning with fighting spirit, and his voice resounded through the sky.
"Decayed God!"
"Open your eyes, and look at the light of human beings!"
"With this king's Good Separation Sword, tear the world!"
"Take it,"
"Heaven and Earth Separation, Star of Creation!"
As Gilgamesh chanted,
The rotating clouds in the sky suddenly stopped.
A deep crack appeared in the clouds.
It was as if this sword that looked like a stick had split the sky apart.
…
"Heaven and Earth Separation, Star of Creation"
"Level" A + + ~ EX
"Type" World Defying Relic
"Effective range"?
"Maximum capture"?
…
Irin finally understood at this moment.
Why did Gilgamesh not participate in the war between the heroic spirits from the beginning to the end?
He was preserving his magic power.
At this moment, the magic power around Gilgamesh was so dense that it was visible to the naked eye.
The high-density magic power around Gilgamesh condensed into circles of divine light.
At this moment, King Gilgamesh was like a star, rising slowly before dawn.
The dark body of the Good Separation Sword split into three circles.
The three circles began to rotate crazily.
As the Good Separation Sword spun, the surrounding air began to vibrate crazily.
Spatial cracks visible to the naked eye appeared around Gilgamesh's sword.
This was Gilgamesh's strongest relic!
A relic that could tear the world apart!
"Yes!"
Enkidu appeared from behind Gilgamesh.
He turned into the Heaven Lock.
"Humans, use your wings to lock the gods!"
Enkidu turned into countless thick chains in the blink of an eye.
Rings of golden chains suddenly bound the compound eyed freak in the sky like a rice dumpling.
Gilgamesh finished accumulating power and raised the Good Separation Sword in his hand.
"Die!"
Gilgamesh swept out with his sword.
The world was split into two halves.
At the tip of the sword, a red light pierced through the sky.
A straight line pierced through the space.
On both sides of the line, the space was torn apart. Blue light spots overflowed from the cracks.
Did he win?
Irin braced himself to watch this unprecedented battle from the sidelines.
The humanoid monster that Gilgamesh called "The End" was in the "dumpling". Suddenly, traces of red light shone through the gaps formed by the chains.
These red lights were very different from the red light on Gilgamesh's Good Separation Sword.
If the red light that Gilgamesh wielded was a deep red, then the red light that seeped through the gaps of the Heaven Lock was a bright red that was like blood and had an ominous aura.
A flowing long blade slashed out from the Heaven Lock's restraint.
This slash only took an instant to sever the Heavenly Lock!
The red blade's momentum did not decrease. It streaked across the sky and across the Heavenly Palace Continent.
"Yes!"
The broken Heaven Lock's light dimmed. It broke into countless pieces and scattered to the ground.
The Heaven Lock, which had always been successful, was broken by this blade!
Rumble!
The blade's light pointed.
It streaked across one kilometer away from Uruk City within the barrier.
After a moment of silence, the ground that was swept by the light suddenly sank.
Half of the Heavenly Palace Continent was instantly disintegrated into square pieces and collapsed to the ground.
If Irin was lucky enough to walk on the ground at this moment,
He would be able to see a scene that he would never forget in his life.
The Heavenly Palace Continent was not the only thing that was split apart by this blade.
Even the ocean was split in half.
On the ground, a tsunami that was hundreds of meters tall drowned everything.
The tsunami turned into a flood and wreaked havoc in the world.
Under this saber strike, the originally devastated land turned into hell on earth, drowned by the flood.
The light that shot out from the Guili Sword was silently dissipated as soon as it touched the blade.
Gilgamesh spat out a mouthful of blood and fell from the sky.
The Guili Sword, which had broken into several pieces, fell along with Gilgamesh.
Defeated.
Gilgamesh was defeated in one blow.
He was completely and cleanly defeated. He had no cards to play.
Everything about him was shattered, including his armor, his relic, and the Guili Sword.
"King Gilgamesh!"
A silent despair surged from Irin's heart.
Yes,
This feeling was long-lost despair.
Even when he faced the Horseman of the Apocalypse in the past,
Even when he faced the black horde of beasts on the first day,
Even when Circia used another Holy Grail to summon seven powerful heroic spirits,
Even when there was a great disparity in strength between the two sides and his teammates died one after another in the heroic spirit battle,
Even when the alien army launched an all-out attack and the sky was completely covered by the alien army,
Even when the heroic spirits of the missing bodies died one by one,
These and these..,
They had never completely dispelled Irin's desire to live, and they had never wiped out Irin's fighting spirit.
But at this moment, the long-lost "despair" surged into his heart.
Despair.
Despair.
Despair.
Yi Lin could only watch as Gilgamesh's blood-soaked body fell from the sky along with the broken Parting Sword.
He opened his mouth wide, unable to breathe, unable to speak, unable to react.
At this moment, endless despair surged into his heart.
One slash, the other party only used one slash.
This slash split open the Tiangong Continent, severed the lock of the sky, and defeated Gilgamesh.
Plop.
Gilgamesh fell from the sky to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.
On the spot, the ground was collapsing, turning into pieces and falling to the ground.
The blood-red figure in the sky seemed to be holding a blade made of blood in his hand.
His gaze no longer cared about Gilgamesh who had fallen to the ground, nor did he care about Irin who was watching the battle from the side.
Would a giant notice an ant beside his feet?
No, he would not.
At this moment, Irin had such a feeling in his heart.
The reason why he was still alive was not because he was agile enough, nor was it because he had many life-saving skills.
It was because … the other party did not care.
Irin felt that he did not even have the right to be trampled to death by the other party.
This silent despair made Irin feel cold all over. He landed on the ground and walked step by step towards Gilgamesh, who was motionless like a corpse. He could not think.
The compound eyed man slowly raised the blood blade.
His posture was so casual that it was as if he was playing a casual game.
He slashed with the blade.
Hiss.
The blood-red blade swept across Uruk City.
The enchantment above Uruk City shattered in response to the light.
This piece of land, this city, was split in half by the blood-red light.
The long-lost feeling of weightlessness came from under Irin's feet.
The Tiangong Continent floating above the world was accelerating towards the ground!
Irin approached the place where Gilgamesh fell, ready to confirm whether he was alive or dead.
Gilgamesh stood up shakily.
He looked at Irin who was a hundred meters away, shook his head and smiled, "No matter how weak the light is, as long as enough is gathered, it can hurt the eyes of the gods."
Irin stopped and stared blankly at Gilgamesh, whose armor was completely shattered and peeling off piece by piece. He did not understand what he meant by saying such words.
At this moment, Gilgamesh's expression was a little sad.
He looked around at the shattered continent and the continent that was falling to the ground.
After a moment of silence, Gilgamesh's golden eyes looked at Irin.
At this moment, the sadness in his eyes disappeared and was replaced by an indescribable relief, "It seems that this is the light of the king."
Irin was silent.
In despair, Irin did not know what to say.
He seemed to have lost the ability to speak.
Bits of golden dust began to appear on Gilgamesh's body and dissipated in all directions. He walked step by step towards Irin. Every step was staggering, as if he had exhausted all his strength.
Finally, Gilgamesh arrived in front of Irin.
"It seems that you finally understand."
Irin did not know what he understood.
"Everyone will die one day, only thoughts last forever."
At this moment.
Specks of light floated down from the sky.
Blue specks of light suddenly fell from the sky.
It floated in the sky in a poignant and beautiful trajectory, like snow and rain.
At this moment.
The compound eyed man raised his blood blade and prepared to slash the third time.
His first slash shattered the Heaven Lock, the Pariah Sword, and defeated Gilgamesh.
His second slash split the land of the Heavenly Palace, causing this land of the gods to fall to the ground.
Irin could not imagine what this third slash would bring.
Gilgamesh raised his head, his eyes blurred, and smiled at the blue rain of light.
"Look, she's crying."
The third slash fell!
But this slash only fell halfway.
A fair hand appeared in front of the flowing blood saber and blocked it.
"Puppet of the Lord of Conquest, you've had enough."
A cold and angry voice echoed from the rain of light to the world.
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