I, the Human Race, Hit You!

Arturia shook her head slightly.

She smiled lightly, a little relieved, and seemed to be explaining.

"Merlin, the moment I draw the sword, all decisions are my own."

"Whether it is the life of the king or the result after death, it is all the path of one's own choice."

"Did I tell you?"

"—and there are a lot of people laughing, that must be right."

From the moment she first drew her sword, Arturia had already seen her own future.

With her own will, she betrayed the destiny Gaia gave her—since it was her own choice, what is there to be sad about?

Why do human beings choose a more difficult life than an easy one?This is beyond Gaia's comprehension, right?

From the lock of the sky, to the emotionless king, to himself—he kept repeating the same mistakes.

Move your hand lightly.

"Merlin, am I the protagonist of this Holy Grail War?"

The holy sword of the star was pulled out.

"After all—the protagonist is always the last to appear, right?"

Chapter 79 Future

In Avalon, Arturia closed her eyes.

Holding the Holy Sword of the Stars in both hands, Arturia was more serious than ever.

She quietly waited for the opportunity to make a move.

she knows-

There is only one chance to make a shot.

It's not a question of magic.

The current self, using the third method in the Holy Grail to make a magic offering, can be said to have obtained almost unlimited magic power.

However, there is still an upper limit to the output of magic power. It is not enough to liberate the holy sword to the extent that it can deal with beasts.

and so--

she called.

"Please lend me your strength!"

——The first method is a spell that gathers power, and it is a magic that draws the hearts of both parties closer.

If you hear the call of the first method in your heart and approve his behavior, you will be able to gather the power of both parties to generate even greater power.

The brilliance is gathering.

Faint light spots floated up from all over Avalon and flew towards Artoria.

The brilliance is gathering.

The convergence of each light spot makes the holy sword's light more brilliant.

Avalon is the destination of the souls of all living beings, a realm that only the purest souls can reach, and a paradise prepared by the world for the pure.

Even Gaia, who is hostile to human beings, will not be hostile to these pure souls.

No matter who dominates the world, they can survive in this ideal land forever.

But—they are the purest souls.

Arturia didn't even need to explain why.

She called, calling for her own strength.

The souls that can reach the inner sea of ​​stars call for their own power.

and so--

"Hee hee, what interesting thing happened?"

A light spot asked curiously, but before hearing a response, he threw himself into the holy sword.

"Take it! Our strength."

Quite a few spots of light sighed, rushing towards the Holy Sword of the Star like fireflies.

Each point of light symbolizes everything about a pure soul.

It's just that someone needs help.

It's just someone begging for it.

They can give everything to it and contribute their strength to it.

Perhaps——the ideal town named Avalon is just to protect the existence of these souls.

How many souls has Avalon collected from the fifth century BC to the present day?

Tens of thousands?millions?or more?

The human world is not so beautiful.

Human history is full of killings, wars, plunder, and oppression.

However, humans are stupid.

Even if they are hurt again and again by the world, they still believe in truth, goodness and beauty, and still live in the world with their own principles regardless of the rules of the world. There are many fools in every era.

Now, this power is concentrated on the holy sword.

Artoria stepped forward.

Along the gap, Avalon stepped onto the battlefield.

Avalon leaving the holy sword—equal to unsheathing the holy sword.

Huge power fluctuations instantly covered the entire battlefield.

Holding the sword in both hands, he swung it out.

Carrying the responses of countless souls, the girl's voice resounded on the battlefield.

"ex-calibur."

-

Seriously injured, unable to escape the incoming torrent of light, he let the liberated holy sword bombard his body.

This is an attack that gathers the power of all human beings. The moment it was attacked, Angora Mainu understood the nature of this attack.

For this body made of the evil of the world, the torrent of light released based on a pure soul that will not be infected by evil is its ultimate nemesis.

Light cuts through darkness.

Good triumphs over evil.

Everything is so perfect, it seems to be just as I thought.

Next——is the light, the time when kindness spreads all over the world, right?

Angola Mainuan sighed inwardly.

It should be so.

Next, darkness is pierced by light.

But—Alaya is an existence separated from the time axis.

As the 'evil' residing on Alaya, at the moment of approaching death, he finally obtained the same perspective as it.

What happened after—

One's own evil is expelled by the purest light.

Accompanied by it is the disappearance of the god 'Angola Mainyu'.

It does not exist in the sky where the gods live, nor does it exist on the seat of heroes at the end of time and space, but completely returns to nothing.

However, the existence of 'Angola Mainyu' is necessary - this evil name was borne by an ordinary human being who had nothing to do with it.

--sorry!

Angola Mainu said inwardly.

Evil disappeared, was purified, and returned to nothing.

No one will remember what happened in this Holy Grail War.

However, it does not mean that the track of evil activities has completely disappeared.

Alaya is an existence beyond the time axis, and the accompanying demise of evil—changes caused by the present will affect the distant past.

Losing the base point of convergence, evil is returned to human history, and correspondingly—

The first to be overwhelmed by this evil are those who participated in this Holy Grail War.

Those who have died and belonged to the Heroic Seat will not be mentioned for the time being.

The living participants will usher in their own different endings.

Angola Mainuan sighed inwardly.

In that change, human history will repeat itself in the signs of its own existence.

A magician who upholds elegance died at the hands of the most trustworthy person.

The most devout believer has nothing in his heart.

The monarch who came with the consciousness of sacrifice will lose his glory here.

The ideal man who prayed for the salvation of mankind has stepped into the evil way of prolonging his life with insects.

A magician with firm belief will lose his original intention.