A girl wearing a white dress appeared in the sky.
Irin didn't know how she appeared.
By the time he reacted, she had already appeared in front of the sword and easily blocked it.
The sword tore through the sky, split the sea, and shattered the continent.
However, it was blocked by that hand.
This was a god …
God … Konami!
Oh, Konami!
Irin was both angry and moved.
'You finally showed up!'
This sword that had been charging up for a long time was easily blocked.
The compound eyed eccentric slowly turned his head.
His posture was like that of a patient with spondylitis. Even turning his head was difficult.
But before he could completely turn his head to see who it was.
Konami snorted coldly.
In an instant, it was as if the world had let out a big fart.
It was also as if a bolt of lightning had struck.
In short, Konami's cold snort made Irin's ears buzz. Other than that, he couldn't hear anything else.
Konami struck out with her palm.
This palm strike was clearly very, very slow. It was so slow that even Irin could clearly see the trajectory, speed, and strength of Konami's palm strike. Strange ripples spread out around her palm like a circle of light. With her as the center, it radiated to the world.
The next moment, the compound eyed eccentric disappeared.
A series of afterimages arrived at the horizon.
He was sent flying.
He reached the end of the world.
"Gil."
Xiaoxi lowered her head and looked down at Gilgamesh, who was covered in wounds.
"See you later, Konami."
Gilgamesh smiled at Konami.
"See you later."
Konami nodded.
At this moment.
Irin finally saw the young woman version of Konami in this God's generation. He hurriedly waved at Konami. "Konami, I'm here!"
"…"
Gilgamesh raised his hand.
But he put it down.
If his "Pariah Sword" hadn't been broken, he would have pulled it out without hesitation.
She dared to call a god by her name so intimately?
Even he didn't dare!
"You are …?"
Konami didn't seem to recognize Irin.
If Irin did not speak, she would not even look at Irin.
At this moment, Irin suspected that the Goddess Xi in front of him and the Xiaoxi he knew five thousand years later were the same Goddess.
But when Irin spoke.
Goddess Xi's gaze flickered slightly.
A cold hand pressed against Irin's forehead.
Irin stiffened.
He had no idea how the Goddess of Xi had appeared in front of him.
Speed?
No.
It didn't seem to be something physical.
It gave Irin the feeling that time had paused when the Goddess of Xi was moving, and only when the Goddess of Xi had slowly completed her displacement did time begin to flow again. Irin felt very uncomfortable with the feeling that there was a gap in his "understanding".
Goddess Xi placed her palm on Irin's forehead.
She closed her eyes and felt for a moment.
"So, I gave you the Paradise of Hope."
Goddess Xi opened her mouth and said something that Irin could not understand.
"So, this is the meaning of your return here."
Goddess Xi sighed softly.
Irin suddenly realized.
Gilgamesh, who was beside him with an angry face, had stopped breathing, heartbeat, and all movements.
No.
To be precise, except for him and Goddess Xi, everything around them had stopped.
Everything was silent.
Only he and Xiaoxi could move normally.
"What is paradise?"
Irin asked.
Goddess Xi pressed her finger on Irin's chest, and with a straight face, she said, "You have seen it with your own eyes."
Suddenly.
At this moment, Irin's mind flashed through everything he had experienced.
In a trance, Irin came up with a bold guess.
He couldn't help but blurt out, "… Tower?"
Goddess Xi smiled. "Yes, this is my 'paradise'."
"She … Uh, no, when did you give it to me? There are thousands of apostles, and I am not the only apostle. "
Goddess Xi shook her head. "One day, you will understand."
Irin was speechless. "You gods don't like to talk properly?"
"… The meaning of your coming here is to convey the message of five thousand years later. It seems that I have weakened to that extent after five thousand years. "
Irin was thoughtful.
He pondered for a few seconds, raised his head, and looked at Goddess Xi. "No, this shouldn't be. This should be a set history. My coming here is an accident. Whether I come or not, what should happen here is destined to happen. We will not change anything. "
"Yes, your arrival will not change anything. But your existence has long been in the 'ring.' This is my choice, and also the choice of the world. "
At this point.
Time around them resumed its flow.
Gilgamesh floated up shakily.
The Heavenly Palace had fallen into the clouds and was about to fall to the ground.
Everything was collapsing.
In Uruk, there were only hundreds of women and children left. They were praying, crying, and in despair.
Everywhere, there was the smell of doomsday.
This was the end of everyone, and also the end of the world.
Irin still wanted to ask something.
Goddess Xi stretched out a finger and gently pressed Irin's mouth, not allowing him to talk nonsense.
This was a short meeting.
Many people spent their lives imagining, speculating, and thinking about what a god was.
But Irin did not have such an opportunity.
Because he had seen it many times.
Gods were creatures that did not like to communicate in normal ways. The old riddle man.
You should change your name to "Riddle Xi"!
In the blink of an eye, Irin had disappeared in front of his eyes.
In the distant sky, there was a brilliant aurora.
The aurora was like a seven-colored curtain of light, swaying slowly in the sky.
Irin looked up at the curtain of light in the sky. There was no one there, just a beautiful light.
Gilgamesh took the initiative to explain. "No one is qualified to observe the battle of gods except for the gods, whether it is you or this king."
Irin was surprised. "You mean, Xi and that … god, are fighting?"
"That is a false god, a false god who uses the power of the" ruler "to stop us."
After that,
Gilgamesh took a breath and swept into the air.
"Where are you going?"
Irin looked at Gilgamesh's back and could not help but ask.
Because at this moment, he was wearing a tattered golden armor, giving people the illusion that "the wind is blowing, the water is cold, and the warrior will never return."
As if, with this turn, Gilgamesh was gone.
Gilgamesh's figure paused.
But he did not turn around. He did not turn his head.
"Remember what you said."
"Which sentence?"
"… You said that you will bring us victory."
After Gilgamesh finished speaking.
He left the place.
There was only a very small piece of land left in the broken Heavenly Palace.
Only the ground where Uruk City was left.
This piece of land, like a meteorite, fell to the ground.
In the sky,
The two figures of the Holy Grail were approaching quickly.
Irin could not see clearly.
But in the haze, he could vaguely make out that under the bright aurora, two pitch-black dots were approaching at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"There's not much time left."
Irin took a deep breath. He floated up and quickly flew to the place where the two Holy Grail were about to merge.
…
On the falling continent.
Miriam felt the weightlessness under her feet.
She pursed her lips tightly and did not say a word. She came to a pile of scrap iron.
Although it was said to be crippled, it was not completely crippled.
Nightingale was panting, and its breath was weak.
It had finally been put back together with great difficulty and was ready to slack off.
But at this moment, Miriam came to find it.
"It's Ling's mount. Can you still move?"
Miriam squatted beside Nightingale and asked.
"No, no, no, no! Don't do it! I'll lie down, okay! "
Nightingale shook the front of the car forcefully and exhaled an electronic voice from the sound device. It used practical actions to show that it really could not be tormented anymore.
Miriam slapped the front of Nightingale's car.
She advised in a serious tone, "Aren't you a proud, tenacious, and never-say-die biker from Cybertron?"
"…"
Nightingale instantly fell silent.
It could not refute.
What Miriam said was the truth.
When Nightingale fell silent, Miriam silently activated her profession skill.
"Advanced Ride".
A fresh wave of magic power was injected into Nightingale's body.
It suddenly felt that it could move again.
…
Irin flew in the sky.
Whether it was the falling Uruk City or the battle of the gods in the sky, it had nothing to do with him.
The outcome of these two sides had nothing to do with whether he could leave alive in the end.
Actually …
The mage was right.
Irin had long guessed that leaving this place was the only way to survive.
"Ling!"
When Irin approached the two Holy Grails, a familiar voice came from behind him.
Yi Lin turned to look and immediately exclaimed, "What a guy."
Miriam was riding Nightingale. Nightingale's two exhaust pipes spewed out flames and cut through the sky like a bolt of lightning.
Clang!
Miriam raised the Sword of the Lake high.
The golden Sword of the Lake bloomed with a bright golden light in the sky.
"You really came, Saber."
Irin looked helplessly at Miriam who was rushing towards him.
"Caster, only one of us can leave this place alive. This is the Holy Grail War!"
Miriam's eyes were cold. She rode on Nightingale like a proud female knight.
"You rode on my mount and said you want to kill me?"
Irin felt that this scene was ridiculous.
"It agreed."
Miriam patted the mount under her. Nightingale was angry but did not dare to say anything.
Irin was silent.
Miriam rode Nightingale and slashed at Irin with her sword.
However, there was not the slightest bit of killing intent in the swift and fierce sword aura.
Irin did not know when it started, but he felt that he could read Miriam's sword.
Her every move, the trembling of her ahoge, was so easy to understand.
Irin was silent.
After dodging Miriam's sword, which had no murderous intent whatsoever, Yi Lin could only watch as Miriam rode her chariot and charged towards the two Holy Grail shadows that were about to fuse together.
One of the Holy Grail was half gold and half black. It was the Holy Grail that escaped from Gilgamesh's "King's Treasury". When it sensed Miriam's aggressive attack, it actually … ran away pathetically!
Yes, pathetically.
The Holy Grail was flying well, but when Miriam arrived, it began to sway and snake, flying in the opposite direction at an even faster speed. This only made Irin think of the word "pathetically".
"That Holy Grail … is afraid of Miriam? Why? "
Irin was shocked.
He could not figure out the reason.
In the sky.
Miriam turned her head.
She was a thousand meters away from Irin.
At this moment, the two of them looked at each other again.
Miriam smiled. She raised her iron fist at Irin from a distance.
Irin was stunned.
This action made Irin's mind recall the words Miriam said last night when she used the same posture to bump fists with him.
…
"I swear in the name of my ancestors, in the end, I will fight with you until the last moment of my life, and I will never betray you! I will repay your kindness in cooking for me! "
…
"No."
Irin stared blankly at the fist covered in iron armor.
He felt as if something in his brain had snapped.
It was commonly known as — defense broken.
His defense was broken by Miriam's punch.
Because of the [Laughing Mask]'s influence, he could not have too strong of an emotion.
But at this moment …
During this period of time together, the figure of Miriam's sword was fixed in Irin's mind.
This was not simple friendship, affection, family, or the like. It was an ordinary emotion.
It was … guilt.
Yes, guilt.
In the end, it was a strong emotion born from guilt.
Irin knew it.
It was "sadness".
A strong sadness, like strong wine, broke through Irin's defense.
Why did they not receive a "main mission" after coming to this world that was like a trial, but also not a trial?
Irin guessed it.
He had guessed it even earlier.
That was because this main mission could not be issued.
After being connected to the rules of the "tower", the "tower" could not issue a main mission that could allow them to survive.
This conflicted with the most basic rules.
So, the "tower" remained silent.
And the source of all this was the Holy Grail.
If they wanted to leave this place, they could only be destroyed by the Holy Grail.
But why not just issue a "destroy the Holy Grail" main mission?
Irin also guessed the reason.
The person who destroyed the Holy Grail … would die.
This was a dead-end with no solution.
This was also the fundamental reason why the "main mission" could not be issued.
If the Holy Grail was not destroyed, everyone would die.
And if the Holy Grail was destroyed, the person who destroyed the Holy Grail would also die.
No solution!
This was a trial that could not be solved!
Unless … someone took the initiative to sacrifice themselves to destroy the Holy Grail.
Irin guessed it.
But so what?
Whether it was him taking the initiative to destroy the Holy Grail or tricking Miriam into destroying the Holy Grail, Irin did not want it to happen.
If it were someone else who survived, Irin would definitely think of ways to trick them into thinking that "destroying the Holy Grail" was a path, and then take the initiative to sacrifice themselves.
But when it came to Miriam, Irin could not bear to do so.
He did not know why, but he just could not bear to do so.
But now, Miriam guessed it.
She said those words only to create the illusion of "fighting to the death with Irin" to reduce Irin's guilt.
But …
Miriam did not know how to act.
In the end, she felt like she wanted to do something to bid farewell to Irin.
The moment Miriam raised her fist, Irin understood.
Miriam did not know where she learned this from.
She knew that after destroying the Holy Grail, Irin would live, but she would die.
Her punch across the air was a farewell.
It was also as if she was telling Irin that she had fulfilled her promise!
After the punch, Miriam turned around and raised the Sword from the Lake high.
At this moment, the Sword from the Lake was no longer shining with a golden light. Instead, it gathered a beam of … ominous black light.
That sword was like a beam of pitch-black aurora.
"Black Star: Excalibur!"
The black light slashed towards the escaping Holy Grail.
When the black aurora lit up on Miriam's sword.
Irin opened his eyes.
At this moment, his eyes were filled with deep sorrow.
He clearly understood that he should not be irrational and calm at this moment.
But he still did it.
Raging blood flames rose from Irin's body and soared into the sky.
A crooked blood-colored column of smoke burned to the end of the sky.
"It's not me who's wrong, it's the world!"
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