The world is restarting

Another battlefield, Kamran Hill.

"You should be able to confirm it, Your Majesty King Arthur," said the fallen angel with twelve wings, which is used in the church to announce the miracle of the Lord, "the era we are in is thousands of years ago, the Arthurian Dynasty When the afterglow of the last twilight is about to burn out, the land under our feet belongs to ancient Britain, and this is the unique miracle unfolded before you after the time reset by the Holy Grail."

"..."

Standing in the setting sun of the battlefield, the blond king slowly looked up.Under the sky dyed half red by the flames, the broken king's flag was torn by the wind and fluttered on the hill, and the battlefield full of human remains was left with only the breath of depression and death. The setting sun hanging at the end of the hill fell helplessly towards The earth, like the last curtain of a dynasty.

The disintegration of the round table, the demise of Camelot, the beginning of his endless nightmare.

"Don't you want to change all of this?" The fallen angel opened his arms, showing him the land that was ravaged by war, "The old country that could not be relieved, the civil war that should not have started, and the end that could not be reconciled The youngest son who was saved...you are the king favored by this land, don't you want to correct the mistakes you have made?"

"If you think it's too late now, the Holy Grail can even push the time forward, back to before Lancelot's defection, back to when the Knights of the Round Table were still at their peak, don't you plan to bring back those good memories? "

The young king was silent in the setting sun, the wind passing through the battlefield slowly stirred his golden hair, the surging clouds in the sky cast a large shadow, and the light of the holy sword seemed to be covered under the shadow.

Looking at King Arthur's pensive expression, the fallen angel smiled slowly, and she softened her voice, as if whispering, "Look at this land shrouded in disaster, this is your homeland, the home where you were born. His Royal Highness King Arthur, it needs you now... Make a wish to the Holy Grail, as long as you ask, it can fulfill all your wishes for you..."

"Let me tell you, since just now, you've been babbling between me and my father, talking nonsense and incomprehensible things, don't you have any sense of being an eyesore?!"

The sword light flew up, and the shadow of the fallen angel was split in half like a mountain and a rock, and even her unfinished words were split by a sword.

The atmosphere that Samael deliberately created was interrupted. Seeing that King Arthur seemed to be awakened by this disturbance, the fallen angel who failed to achieve his goal cast an icy cold gaze on the sword-shooter as if he was looking at a dead person.

"Mordred..."

"Yo, you finally see me." The knight holding the magic sword raised his lips coldly, "I thought you could only see the father in your eyes."

The quest harassing Helllord was furious and wanted to kill him right away.

But no, because they don't belong to the same time and space properly.

Although they did stand on the land of Britain thousands of years ago, they are still separated from people living in this era. Only after King Arthur made a wish can their existence in this world be truly fixed.

Now, to this world, he and King Arthur, who are only projected images for the time being, are like ghosts without substance. Even if she shoots now, her power can't travel back to thousands of years ago and hit Mordred. Annoying worms are pressed to death.

Although Mordred's attack is not

He can't reach her body, but the weapon he holds is the magic sword Clarent. Although he can't hit her, it can interfere with her existence in this world.

Realizing that he actually took a deep breath against the demon in front of Mordred, he decided to swallow his anger for the time being, and fooled with Mordred together.

"Don't you want to save this country?" The fallen angel said with a solemn expression, "This is also the place where you were born. Don't you want this country to decline and perish?"

"Are you joking?" Mordred looked at her like a fool, "If I had such a big picture, would I rebel at this time?"

Samuel: "..."

Your understanding of yourself is surprisingly deep, what did King Arthur teach? !

The fallen angel took a deep breath, "What about your father? Don't you want him to come back?"

"what?"

"Don't think that nothing can be hidden from the devil's eyes. I can see that you have always loved him deeply, right? You are so angry because you are not recognized by the people you admire? Don't you want a chance to start again? Change……"

A piercing sword light was like splashing mercury, smashing the shadow of the fallen angel with boundless evil spirit.

"Shut up!" Mordred said coldly, the murderous aura around him was like a boiling ocean, "There is no need for others to intervene in the matter between me and my father."

When the furious Samuel reappeared, he raised his head and met the knight's cold and murderous eyes.

"Don't think that I can't see what you are. The messy things you said before are just confusing my father. I'm not as easy to fool as my father... I can do it all over again. If things like life can be If I repented so easily, I wouldn’t have come this far! Now that we’ve come here, who wants to go back?!”

"... Mordred."

A long sigh fell in the vast wilderness, and the body of the knight holding the magic sword froze, unwilling and resentful, but his body hung down the long sword in his hand as if he had self-awareness.

"...Father."

King Arthur just faded away and stopped looking at him, turning his gaze to the demon next to him.

"Is this really Britain thousands of years ago?"

"That's right." The devil quickly restrained his anger, and with a sincere expression on his face again, he nodded affirmatively, "You who have been blessed by Britain should be able to judge for yourself, even if you don't believe me, the spirit of this land will never Lied to you, you should have confirmed it with them, right?"

"Yes, this is the Hill of Camlan. I returned from the Roman Empire a few days ago and Mordred, who led the rebel forces, fought here. That's what they told me."

King Arthur's eyes lingered over the blood-stained land, and finally fell in the direction of the holy city of Camelot, "So, this place is real... Is it the Holy Grail that brought us here?"

"The Holy Grail has answered your wish." Samuel bowed his head respectfully, "O King of Britain, you are the final winner of this Holy Grail War. The Holy Grail has brought you back to this era, and you can regain your everything of."

"Really? That way I'm relieved."

After receiving this almost certain hint, on the demon's bent face, his full red lips suddenly raised up, his bright eyes narrowed slightly,

There was a flash of red light that was full of satisfaction after seeing the prey about to fall into the net.

(Yes, that's it, make a wish.)

(As long as you make a wish to the Holy Grail, their contract will be fulfilled, and the bright and bright soul in front of you is her...?)

"Father?!"

Amidst Mordred's stunned shout, a sword light that was a hundred times more dazzling than the sun bloomed in the setting sun

, The splash of blood adds a bit of gorgeous background to this beautiful picture.

Samael's field of vision swirled, passing the weed-covered land, dragging the gorgeous clothes to the ground, splashing blood in the air, and finally saw a headless body with wings shaking in place. , crashed to the ground.

That's... her?

"Since it really sent me back a thousand years ago, it means that most of the power of the Holy Grail has been used on me, so I can rest assured that the master will definitely be able to relax a lot."

"……why?"

The demon whose head rolled to the ground climbed up along the edge of the cold sword unwillingly, looking at the king who cut down the holy sword without hesitation.

"...why...why...reject the Holy Grail...why?!"

King Arthur stood against the light in the setting sun, his slender figure cast a long shadow on the ground, the holy sword in his hand rolled down the last drop of blood, and dripped on the tip of the blade of grass under his feet.

He spoke calmly.

"Because I don't need the Holy Grail anymore."

"...Why...you have no wish?! Have you no obsession?! Have you given up saving your country?!!"

"Britain doesn't need me to save, I finally understand."

The young king stood in front of the demon's corpse with the holy sword in his hand, his blond hair stirred by the wind was like burning golden light.

"What I said to Merlin is not wrong. Britain will not perish. Only Arthur Pendragon fell in this war. The only thing that ended in this war was King Arthur's rule, not Britain, not here. people."

"Camero is gone, but the humans living in this land will establish a new order."

"Thousands of years later, I saw that Camelot's bloodline is still continuing in the new country."

"Using the past Camelot as nutrients, the people on this land will develop a more brilliant civilization. If it is destined that Camelot and I will become the cornerstone of human prosperity, if the history of mankind needs to be burned with Camelot to illuminate the light, then as the king of Camelot, I accept this ending."

"Kings change, countries change, dynasties change, but Britain remains forever.".

Door of hell.

The scorched earth on the ground was blown up by the wind from nowhere, and under the unchanging dark sky, the dark red magic circle slowly rotated, and the golden holy grail flowed magnificently in the center of the circle.

The Great Onmyoji listened casually to the increasingly urgent urging from the other end of the contract, but held a pen in his hand unhurriedly, and wrote the last line of incantations on the newly added formation on the ground.

The moment the tip of the pen drew out the last long ink mark, the urging in his mind suddenly stopped, and then a scream resounding through the sky broke out centered on the Holy Grail. The invisible sound wave seemed to have an offensive force, and the poisonous insects in the nearby space were swept away. And in the sky, a circle of spreading smoke and dust was stirred up on the flat ground.

"Um……"

Abe Seimei calmly dispelled the sound insulation barrier that had been set up in anticipation. The moment the surrounding sound recovered, he heard a soft "click" in his ear.

The Great Onmyoji raised his head and saw a long crack on the smooth surface of the Holy Grail a few steps away.

"It's a little earlier than expected, Ji Jun is really fast." The Great Onmyoji threw the pen casually, took out a few spells from his sleeve, and said with a chuckle, "Fortunately, I finished it ahead of schedule."

He tossed the charm in his hand forward, and the heavy purple charm flew to the four directions centered on the Holy Grail in the four directions, centering on the Holy Grail, sticking himself in the air.

The patterns on the ground glowed faintly, echoing the charms hanging in the air.

In the next second, a clearer "click" sounded in the air, and under the black and red sky of hell, the Holy Grail suddenly exploded into pieces.

The surrounding light seemed to dim in an instant, and the blood-colored law that initially supplied the Holy Grail to operate was suddenly extinguished, leaving only the formation set up by Abe Seimei still emitting a faint brilliance.

The Great Onmyoji looked up into the sky, and saw that a dark black hole was gradually forming at the position corresponding to the Holy Grail on the ground.

"Here it is."

"What?" Hiroki over there couldn't see the situation at the scene, and he became more nervous when he heard the words, "I found that the density of spirit particles on your side is increasing rapidly, Master Seimei, what happened? What happened to Mi and the others?"

"It's nothing," the Great Onmyoji said with a slight smile, "It's just that Jun Ji smashed the Holy Grail."

Hiroki: "!???"

(what do you call that?)

Just as Qingming finished speaking, a few drops of black mud suddenly fell from the sky like raindrops. Then, the red light around the black hole suddenly condensed, and more black mud fell down like a flood.

"It's like a scene like the destruction of the world."

The great Onmyoji dressed in white stood on the edge of the magic circle, looking at the black hole pouring black mud from afar.At the edge of the dark hole, a golden light suddenly flashed past.Two figures wearing the barrier rushed out of the black mud, passed through the formation and landed beside him in the blink of an eye.

Abe Seimei looked back and smiled as expected, "Welcome back, Ji Jun."

Sawada Ya, who came out of the barrier, blinked, and Imai beside her lazily threw the pine tree that was carried out of the Holy Grail to the ground.

"I'm back, Seimei."