875 Being Independent on Sword Hill, This Life Is Meaningless

In the hut by the lake, Tenglin Xing and Gui Daiju stomped their feet lightly with their hands folded, a little absent-minded, Li Huazuo stared blankly at the front in a daze, and Qi Lunuo flew around in mid-air, restless for a moment.

"Take a good rest and prepare for the next battle." At this moment, a powerful voice rang in their ears, and the four girls looked over reflexively.

"Battle?" Fujibayashi Xingteng jumped up, his tone full of excitement, "Battle of Jianlan?!"

Lin Luo shook his head, "No, we don't have to intervene in that war."

"Can you really rest assured?" Daisy Gui asked uneasily. What Vivian said just now taught them a hard lesson and made them understand what history is. But although the truth of history is very different from legends, history However, the trend is almost the same. Even if Arturia is the host, she may not be able to resist the trend of history, right?

Lin Luo's actions this time, in their opinion, really did not conform to his usual style.

But Lin Luo smiled lightly, "Whether you can rest assured is not the point, the important thing is how to choose and believe, at least I believe."

The world doesn't revolve around him alone. He wants to create history, but in fact he doesn't need to create history at all. The fetters of countless people are connected together, and then history has been formed. He is not the protagonist in history. It's just a bunch of inconspicuous waves in the vast ocean, which can only affect minor details at most.

But at this moment, the waves had already fallen into the sea, so there was no need for him to step onto the big stage of history. Whether it was Hades or Lin Luo, let them all disappear in the historical torrent of this era.

But he believes that even if he does nothing, the established history will not change. Everything has begun to come to an end, and it is also the starting point of another period of history.

"Then what is the battle we are going to prepare for?" Fujibayashi Xing asked.

"It's very simple." Lin Luo walked out, looking into the distance through the blue-white sky, as if wanting to penetrate it, "protect our own trajectory."

... The same sky has different colors. What Lin Luo sees is a free and broad blue, while what Artoria sees is a despairing and gloomy gray.

When she and Bedivere arrived at the sword fence, the war had already broken out. The two warring parties were knights who originally resisted foreign enemies and defended the country together, and regarded each other as brothers.

These knights used to follow her to the death, and under her leadership, they were invincible. Every victory symbolized glory, every journey was brilliant, and every triumph was praised by the people. They are the patron saints of the country and the heroes of the people, exuding unparalleled brilliance.

But at this moment, Arturia couldn't see the heroic light on them, there was only embarrassment and screams, and the sound of hopeless killing... The spirit of chivalry became stronger in this fratricide war. nothingness. Even the heavens and the earth seemed to be saddened by this war. It rained heavily, and the rain mixed with blood and flowed on the ground, exuding a stench that people dare not approach.

Artoria stood far away from the battlefield, and did not immediately rush to stop the war. At first she thought she could stop it, but now she realized that no matter how hoarse she shouted, she could not stop the two parties on the battlefield from fighting each other. fight.

She didn't immediately rush into the battlefield to kill the rebels, because there was no morality in this war, and both sides were just fighting for the sake of fighting, killing for the sake of killing, and had nothing to do with the people and the country.

The knights who accused King Arthur of being a rebel had no belief in protecting the country, only a naked desire to kill the enemy. They were no longer heroes, but executioners. The knights who were still following the king shouted hoarsely. The king's wrong command and wrong judgment put them in an unprecedented predicament. Even they began to doubt. What is the fight for?

And a small number of knights who still firmly believe in the king, their voices are insignificant in this war.

The original hope has disappeared in this chaotic war.

Looking at this sad war, Arturia suddenly remembered a war that violated the spirit of chivalry. It was in that war that the sword in the stone was defiled and broken, and it was the only time in her life after winning. War without joy.

"My king..." Bedivere's distressed voice contained an unconcealable sadness, and she didn't need to look at the king's face to know how much grief the king was feeling at the moment.

"I'm fine, Bedivere." Arturia's voice trembled, she closed her eyes gently, and she opened them again after a while, determination appeared on her face washed by the rain, "Since my country is no longer I am no longer needed, since my people no longer need me, since my knight has left me, and since everything I guarded can no longer bring happiness to everyone, then... I am the one who founded this country, and Let me destroy this country!"

"the last time!"

The girl raised the holy sword in her hand high.

"In the name of King Arthur!"

Announcing his name dignifiedly.

"Fight for my country and people!"

Boldly rushed into the battlefield.

"Destroy it with your own hands!"

The resplendent sword of the king slashed at the knight who was protecting her and was also guarded by her. Under the horrified eyes of the knight, it slashed at his body. Amidst the screams, blood spurted, and the knight fell to the ground.

"king!"

The sudden appearance of Arturia made the knights of the old empire, which had already shown signs of defeat, exclaim in alarm, and once again ignited the hope of victory. At the same time, it also shocked the knights of the New Empire, but instead of being afraid, they attacked more fiercely.

The battle between the two sides became more intense because of Artoria's joining. There was no confusion, no hesitation, and no mercy. There was only one thought in everyone's mind...to kill!

The sounds of fighting one after another, the screams one after another, the painful sound of blood spurting from the body, the piercing sound of guns and swords colliding with each other, and the sound of crying like heavy rain falling from the dark sky... There are no heroes on this battlefield!

The earth was stained with blood, and the sky was shrouded in residual clouds, just like Artoria's heart, full of despair and mourning. But even though her heart was filled with bitterness, she didn't stop at all. She chopped down the still sacred holy sword to those knights who had followed her. Every time a knight was cut down, she would silently say a name in her heart... It was the name of the knight she killed with her own hands!

When Artoria came back to her senses, she found that she was standing on a sword mound, which was composed of the corpses of the enemies. To identify who it is, there is still plenty of blood flowing wantonly on this piece of record piled up by corpses, sliding through the icy swords that stand like thorns, exuding dazzling red and pungent stench.

Her body was stained red with blood. When she looked up, there were no more enemies around her to kill. Looking back, the few knights who followed her before were no longer there, and she didn't even know where they fell. I have never seen it before, and all I can see is the intertwined blood, corpse and sword... Shura field!

"Is this what I want?"

Looking at this field of Shura, Artoria did not have the joy of victory, nor did she show pain and fatigue due to the pain on her body. There was only endless emptiness and bewilderment in her eyes, and she asked herself.

Even the piercing pain seemed insignificant before the question.

She still remembered what Merlin said to her when she got the holy sword: The holy sword can indeed bring you all-round victory, but only the power of attack cannot protect the country. As a king, if you don't realize the power of protection The importance of oneself can only lead the country to perish in the end.

Looking back, she finally understood that although Morgan was the one who manipulated today's war, in the final analysis, the reason still lies with herself.

She once thought wholeheartedly that she could protect the country with just the sword in her hand, make perfect thinking and judgment like a machine, and be a perfect king, but she never considered that what the country needs is not a perfect king, and ordinary people also need it. Unable to understand the perfect king, likewise, the perfect king could not understand what ordinary people need. The gap in belief led to the disintegration between her and her subjects, as well as the disputes among the knights of the round table, which made Morgan There is an opportunity to take advantage of.

What the false king did, if it were for her, wouldn't she do it?

She has been wrong since she wanted to be a perfect king, and after that, no matter how perfect her judgment is, she is only going further and further down the wrong path.

Today's battle is the best proof, she won the war, but lost her life.

A body made of steel, a heart as hard as a cold stone.

Rampant on the battlefield for ten years, no defeat, no retreat.

However, although he has an invincible posture, he is also praised by the world.

However, it has never been understood.

Read force on the sword mound and immerse yourself in victory.

This life is meaningless.

Arturia's life-long pursuit of the faith was shattered at this moment!

"Finally it's just you and me." At this moment, a familiar voice came into Artoria's ears, and when she looked up, Mordred was walking towards her with a long sword in hand.

Arturia's empty eyes brightened at this moment... No, my life has not been completely defeated, and I still have something to protect, not as King Arthur, but as Artoria, As a wife and mother!

In this life of my own, there is still a goal to strive for!

Holding up the holy sword soaked in the knight's blood, Arturia stared at the person coming.

"Mordred, this is the end."

(to be continued)