lost narrative poem

Chapter 311 The Beauty Under the Moon

The influence of the evil of this world remains.

All kinds of negative emotions filled the whole mind, pain, anger, hatred, resentment, violence, despair, sorrow... These chaotic and heterogeneous malice seem to have refined the most extreme dark side of the world.

They turned into extreme curses, which caused Xia Ran to be affected by these negative malices, and she couldn't help but start to have some absurd thoughts in a trance, as if she couldn't help hating herself, the world, and all existence!

Killing everything, destroying everything, destroying everything... The strong tendency to self-destruct and destroy other things made him a little unbearable.

But with the perseverance of a strong enough mind and will, he can only be said to be affected at this moment, but not controlled. He just has a schizophrenic, almost pathological feeling.

Enduring the confusion caused by all kinds of malicious curses that still filled his spiritual thinking, as well as the residual effect of the ebony blade's whispering bewitchment, Xia Ran returned to the Liudong Temple in Yuanzang Mountain at his fastest speed.

"Master, why did you come back by yourself?" When Medea saw him, she couldn't help being a little surprised, but she seemed to understand something immediately, "Could it be..."

"That's right, it's what you think, so now we need to terminate the contract..."

Xia Ran explained very calmly. After all, panic cannot solve the problem, so you just need to follow the steps.

"According to the plan we discussed before, transfer your contract to Sakura."

"Understood, then I'll call that little girl out now, Master, get ready first..."

Sensing the rush of the Master, Medea also knew that the current situation might be a race against time, so she didn't say much, and her body disappeared into the air directly. In this position of Liudong Temple, the space transfer is very simple.

Xia Ran naturally has no objection to this, he originally had this idea, but maybe he can do some other things at this time.

Turning his head to look at the leisurely swordsman holding a long knife at the door, he said bluntly: "Sasaki, do you have time now? If possible, I still want to ask about your "Yan Fan"..."

"at this time?"

The swordsman guarding the gate was slightly taken aback for a moment, and subconsciously glanced at the dark night, but then he smiled slightly, as if he understood something, and nodded in agreement.

"Well, if you think it's necessary, Master, of course I have time."

While saying this, he put down the five-foot long knife in his arms, and walked in through the mountain gate, into the spacious yard of the venue.

Speaking of which, if Sasaki Kojiro is directly killed at this time, then the skill scroll can also be exploded, and Xia Ran will save an A-level Karma Crystal, but it is also impossible for him to do such a thing.

Although everyone is different about the bottom line, if you stick to it, it will always exist. After you break it once, the bottom line will continue to be lowered until it disappears in the end.

Because he can take the initiative to break the bottom line this time, the bottom line that has been lowered later will be broken more easily, and eventually he will naturally become a completely profit-oriented person who behaves without a bottom line no matter what.

The long knife swayed, and the aura released from it was neither murderous nor hostile.

"Master, you should know that I don't have a name, and I can't read and write. I'm not someone who still has the energy to have a name..."

Standing opposite Xia Ran, the ancient swordsman seemed to say this with emotion.

"Because this body as a hypocritical Servant can't last long, it's just playing the role of Sasaki Kojiro, a disposable unknown swordsman..."

"I've never thought about it that way..." Xia Ran on the opposite side frowned lightly. He had enough respect for the man in front of him who was purely born for the sword, because he knew it was him. An impossible feat.

For 50 years like a day, he kept swinging the knife, and finally mastered the magic skills beyond the human realm with his human body.

"I know Master, you haven't thought about it that way, so, if you want to say the only meaningful thing for this subordinate, it is now..." Sasaki Kojiro is still smiling calmly, "That's right, this is not Sasaki Kojiro , it’s just that I happen to be the most suitable swordsman to wear this name.”

"I'm just an undead who was able to use the secret sword of Sasaki Kojiro in the records, and was summoned just because of this... But at least, this is indeed the secret sword I cultivated myself."

With a transparent voice, the swordsman said, he was staring at the Master in front of him.

"Even if everything is meaningless, and I don't even know myself well in this body, but if you, Master, really want to remember this sword and let it pass down, I don't think there is a better scene than this."

This fictional swordsman, Kenshin Tongming, seemed to have realized something, and said so very seriously.

Tonight is the last exchange.

After that, there will probably be no future, because an unknown undead like him may not have a chance to be summoned again, and the one who is summoned is definitely not the current him.

"...I understand, so this time, I will definitely remember this style." Xia Ran nodded very cautiously.

"Very good..." The imaginary swordsman smiled from the bottom of his heart, and slowly set up a posture with his long knife.

Demon Sword, Yan Hui.

The sword skill that surpasses the human realm and even reaches the magic realm is the Shura sword that challenges the gods and Buddhas with a human body. This magic sword does not allow defense or counterattack against non-god bodies.

The nameless swordsman, betting on the ultimate meaning honed by his entire existence, bloomed at this moment.

It was clearly just one blow, but at the same time it released blades that traced different trajectories.

One flash from the real world, and then superimposed two flashes at the same time regardless of the concepts of time and space, resulting in slashes from three directions.

It is a "multi-dimensional tortuous phenomenon" that transcends elements such as speed, sophistication, and feint.Even though he is just an unknown swordsman who doesn't even know magic and magic, he has reached the realm of the second magic despite his limitations.

"See it clearly? Master, do you need to show it again?"

Exhaling lightly, the swordsman looked at the magician in front of him.

Xia Ran didn't speak, and closed his eyes as if he was thinking about the sword just now, and seemed to be digesting something. Two seconds later, he opened his eyes again, pulled out the ebony blade, and slowly put on a similar posture.

It's completely consistent, the standard is as if it has been tempered thousands of times, and every movement has been exercised to the extreme.

Seeing this, Sasaki Kojiro's eyes lit up slightly, and the next moment, he saw the magnificent and deadly magic sword that belonged to him from the perspective of a bystander!

"..."

"..."

"Although I don't know how to do it, I can only say that my practice is not enough... But if possible, I really hope to have a duel with you, Master!"

After a while, wearing an elegant coat, the swordsman shrugged his shoulders, and sighed as if nothing had happened: "It's a pity that now is really not the time. I definitely can't be so ignorant."

Under the bright moonlight, the cold night wind swayed the entire forest outside the temple.

The entire existence of this nameless swordsman is like a dream. When the wind stops and the moon in the void disappears, it seems that it will disappear without a trace...

The magician retracted his sword, experienced the realm of sword skills that reached the height of magic, and said softly: "There will be a chance."

……

……

After finishing everything at Liudong Temple, Xia Ran finally felt relieved, but then heard a new prompt.

Although he opened his own page and took a look, he found that the retention time was still full of question marks, and he didn't know the reason, but he still didn't give up this opportunity easily, so he quickly left Liudong Temple and continued to the former Xindumin Guild Hall .

At this point, the battle is over.

Crystal snowflakes fell one after another, and Saber knelt weakly on the snow, crying bitterly, tears dripping down on the trembling gauntlet.

As for the blood of those Berserkers that slid down the blade, they had all evaporated without a trace at this moment because of the main lord's exit.

Nothing was left at the scene, after all, Servants were just summoned familiar beings. When the existence itself was eliminated, all the simulated physical phenomena would naturally be restored to pure spirits themselves.

—Obviously, the outcome has been decided.

It's just that Saber couldn't help crying because she couldn't bear this pain and self-blame. She knew that she shouldn't kill him, but she still killed him, even though the last moment was more like Lancelot hitting the blade herself .

The girl whimpered, but she couldn't even make a sound, and she didn't allow herself to make even a little sound.Facing the last moment of the loyal knight, I couldn't even say a word of comfort to him, so what right do I have to cry now.

While looking for a way to save the country, how many people's thoughts and worries have I ignored?

Not to mention Lancelot, but also Gawain who died heroically and Galahad who died in his mission. What were they thinking at the last moment?Did they also die with regret and unwillingness?Why didn't I think about it before?

The girl was crying uncontrollably, as if countless thorns had torn her heart in agony.

"I don't think this is the best? He didn't hate you at all, he just wanted you to punish him personally..."

In the silence of the sudden visit, Xia Ran's voice sounded without warning, "He has not been redeemed until his death. You killed him yourself, but you set him free, so why are you so sad?"

Saber didn't react at all, she just lowered her head and knelt there silently crying, what happened to her tonight was a big blow to her.

First Irisviel...

And then the truth about the Holy Grail...

And finally Lancelot...

She now even feels that she has completely lost the meaning of existence, and even lost the direction to move forward. She originally thought that she still has a miracle that can overturn fate. As long as she can get the Holy Grail, she can make up for everything and correct everything. fault.

Even if you can't listen to people's hearts, even if you are reprimanded as the king of aloofness, it doesn't matter at all.As long as she can win for her hometown and subjects with her own hands, that's what she asks of herself, what she must do as a "king".

But now, there is nothing...

Then, when did those who committed sins in the past receive the retribution they deserved for that sin?

Xia Ran sighed, looked at the empty surroundings, then turned and walked away, leaving Saber some personal space, and he didn't expect his words to be immediately effective, and suddenly awaken this obsessed knight king.

If a few casual words of comfort could untie the knot in her heart, she would not refuse her own redemption and end up like this.

And most importantly, he also encountered a little problem——

It seems that the time of stay has not changed from just now to now, so much so that he rushed back and forth twice, and after explaining all the funerals as quickly as possible...but he has not yet started to return.

Doesn't the restraining force not repel me at this time?

He also didn't understand what was going on, so he just walked aimlessly around, trying to see if he could find the key that Kotomine Kirei broke out by the way.

Those two people should have been killed by an excessive amount of black mud, because in the original plot, the black mud was just drizzled on them, but now it is pouring down like a waterfall.

Anyway, Xia Ran has no way to determine whether the two people died from the indiscriminate sweep of Saber's holy sword or from the black mud... But it's not bad.

Anyway, it is all his cause and effect. The release of the holy sword was caused by his command spell. The holy grail was summoned in advance and the black mud flowed out, which was also caused by him killing Gilgamesh.

But just now, Xia Ran only found Emiya Kiritsugu's bloody key, from which the Emiya family's magic engraving and the origin bullet were obtained. Now that he came back, he also got Lancelot's key. But Mine Kirei's key was washed away somewhere.

Although there is nothing, at most it is Bajiquan, and magic crystals such as command spells, but no matter how small the mosquito legs are, they are still meat. Xia Ran is idle now, so I want to look for it to see if I can find it. .

However, it is estimated that the bloody key is neither matter nor energy, but a thing that only the lost can see. It does not even have a specific breath or energy response, and neither mental power nor breath perception can do anything... and the surrounding The area of ​​the ruins is too large.

With this in mind, he walked slowly on the snow until he saw a figure appearing in front of him.

In the silence of the white night, that beautiful figure stood quietly in an indistinguishable place, looking at the direction of the stars.

"good evening."

Seeing his appearance, the girl in kimono seemed to have known him for a long time, with a soft smile on her face.They greeted each other in a natural tone, as if the two were friends who had been friends for many years.

It must be because of the extremely beautiful snow.

Even strangers who have never met each other can't help but want to have fun together with them.

(End of this chapter)