Chapter 331 The Heroic Spirits Gathered Together

"Not everyone can accept their own ending. Even you have a past that you want to change. This has nothing to do with mood or will. It is the instinct of every creature with independent consciousness."

"..." Gilgamesh was silent.

"Although this desire may be rejected by others, having it is a great possibility in itself. What's more, compared to some deep-rooted guys, Saber just needs a little help."

Unlike Arturia, when Arthur holds this wish, he is struggling with kindness. He is not blindly stubborn and is full of the value and fun of training.

Roland seemed to see a lonely figure, constantly struggling between dreams and will, but hundreds of years later, he was still alone.

"Although turning back is not a good thing? But as long as you are not intoxicated to the point of hopelessness, but just make realizing your dream a habit, an instinct, and a matter of course, this experience will become the material for growth. Bar."

To put it simply, if Arthur's dream can be to believe in the power of others, to become a king who understands people's hearts, to be indifferent to enemies, but to be able to communicate normally with those close to him - then there will be no such thing as loneliness.

This was the original path of Arturia's growth.

It's not a bad thing that Arthur is so naive.

If that person has grown up and become a lonely guardian chasing the beast, it will be almost impossible for Roland to let him participate in the plan. But if it has not yet taken shape, this kind of application has become possible.

Even if Arthur really becomes that guardian, the East and West he experienced in Roland's plan will not disappear.

Although I still don’t know why Arthur had this dream.

But Gilgamesh also had to admit that what Roland said made sense. Whether it was the unknown interest or his own power, he filled Gilgamesh's appetite.

but-

"...It's rare for you to be kind-hearted?"

"Of course not. I don't deny that I also enjoy the process of training and appreciate the brilliance of the fruit after it grows. Whether it is good or evil, the moment it is born, it will be extremely beautiful. This is a thing that will never happen no matter how many times it is born. It’s such boring fun.”

"Twisted scum."

"What are you talking about..." Roland corrected.

"I am a pure scumbag, but never twisted."

After the spiritual conversation between the two ended, Gilgamesh said reluctantly.

"Then just admit it, King Arthur? Don't let me down."

"Excuse me, Master, is there anything wrong with my dream?"

Although it was impossible to know the content of Roland's telepathic call with Gilgamesh, Arthur's keen intuition still made him feel that something was wrong. It was just the shining golden spirit, and even the Master fell silent.

"Isn't it ridiculous?"

"A little bit, but not completely," Roland did not hide his attitude in this regard and gave a strange answer.

"But anyway, your wish doesn't matter to us, so please cooperate with this disgusting guy to a limited extent and win victory for me, right?"

"I will live up to my trust," this standard magician style made Arthur feel a little more at ease, "but please forgive me for saying more, master, what is your wish?"

At this point, Arthur's eyes were as bright as the sun, as if he wanted to see through Roland's heart. Any panic, hesitation, or concealment would be caught by him, but Roland didn't have any idea of ​​​​dodge, so he responded straightly. He stopped and said in a calm but unmistakable voice.

"Save the world."

This kind of noble wish that is inconsistent with his style directly puts Arthur to death. As a Holy Sword user, in a sense, he naturally bears this kind of responsibility. If this is the case, of course he is bound to do it. But although Roland was the Master, his temperament could never completely convince him.

"Shall we talk about the specific things later? If you still can't understand it by then, it's okay to leave on your own."

"I see."

After getting a positive answer, Arthur didn't mind waiting for a while.

"Then, let's get down to business. Currently, among the heroic spirits, only Berserker, the last knight, has not been summoned, and Archer has been replaced by Foreign. As expected, we still cannot underestimate the Godslayers. Sorry, King of Heroes, your vacation is coming to an end, but it’s a good thing to end this time as soon as possible. It’s been very boring these days.”

Modern life is just that attractive to Gilgamesh, and given his character, the longer he stays in modern times, the more profound his desire to restart everything becomes.

However, before there were the Godslayer and the God of Disobedience as buffers, Gilgamesh's heart should have been more filled with boredom than such dangerous thoughts.

But to Roland's surprise, Gilgamesh gave a different answer.

"That's not necessarily true. When I was patrolling the land called Europe yesterday, I felt the aura of other heroic spirits."

"Oh, did you catch the other party?"

Roland didn't even ask whether Gilgamesh was going to attack. The opponent's A-level solo action skill was enough to explain everything.

"No, although I don't want to admit it, that strange insect is quite good at escaping. He even used the tracking Noble Phantasm, but he still only found a sea of ​​flowers."

"...a sea of ​​flowers?"

Roland paused and sounded a little surprised.

Combined with the European and other conditions, he could probably guess who Gascoigne summoned.

"He actually successfully summoned it from the Holy Grail system... Hum, judging from the time, could it be because he felt the Holy Sword of the Stars and subconsciously responded to the summons?"

Before Roland could continue to speak, the spirit plate he deliberately made suddenly made a loud buzzing sound. This was a signal that had been set up long ago.

When all the heroic spirits are summoned, this signal will sound to remind Roland.

Now, the Holy Grail War between the God-killers has completely begun.

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On the other side of the west coast, the masked hero of the United States, "Pluto" John Pluto Smith, a woman whose real name is Anne Charlton, is looking at the extinguished magic circle in front of her in distress.

The helmet she held in her hand had broken into pieces.

No, it would be more accurate to say dissipate.

Starting from a tiny crack, one after another appeared on the mask, turning into smoke invisible to the naked eye and disappearing from this world.

This precious holy relic is constantly dissipating - which means that the power within it seems to have returned, losing its mystery.

Although there was no explanation in the information, the sudden surge of aura in front of him and the strange dissipation of the sacred relics still made the hero understand one thing.

This is an unusual call.

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