Chapter 451: The Saint's Dream, Red Team Gathering

Chapter 452 The Saint's Dream, Red Team Gathering

Mordred and the lion were kidnapped. They were not part of the Red Team's front line. Now they must be looking for a hiding place and licking their wounds silently.

In the devastated Sighisoara, all the lights were silent, and even the whispers of people were hard to hear.

Only the moonlight pouring like mercury silently illuminated the town.

The young man strolled on the deserted streets, thinking about the next action in a rare sense of comfort.

Because of various accidents, the Red Saber Mordred's plan to conquer failed. Of course, this cannot be blamed on anyone. Even if the plan was implemented as desired, if the conflict between this troublesome father and son was not resolved, she would never be able to join the Blue Team.

He took it for granted. It's a pity that the Red Team's Sky Garden is about to be completed, and the Blue Team will no longer have the possibility of secretly recruiting servants.

The battle over the Judge, the conflict over the Berserker, the escape of the androids, the battle between the Servant and the Master in Sighisoara... In the four battles so far, both sides, no, all three sides have maintained a miraculous zero casualties.

But Shuoyue knew that this was just the beginning. When the Red Side's Sky Garden launched an attack, this Holy Grail War began to truly turn into a blood mill.

And he, Shuoyue, will be the biggest black hand that pushes the mill...

"Hey!"

A call came from afar, and the young man looked up and saw a blonde girl, blinking her beautiful deep blue eyes, running towards him.

Just staring at her figure, the myriad thoughts in his mind were wiped out, leaving only peace.

The moonlight is so beautiful.

Thinking like this, Joan of Arc had already come to Shuoyue, pouting and complaining: "What's going on? Why did you suddenly attack me? Am I so much like King Arthur?"

"Haven't you seen what Mordred looks like?" Shuoyue asked back.

Joan of Arc was speechless, and finally stamped her feet angrily: "That girl is really hateful. Anyway, don't let me see her again! Not only did she attack me with a treasure without saying a word, but, and..."

"And what?"

Joan of Arc's face flushed. She looked at Shuoyue's half-smiley eyes and couldn't help slapping his arm: "You are annoying too! Asking questions knowingly is the most annoying!"

Obviously a certain saint was angry because her "date" was interrupted. Shuoyue didn't fight back, but just smiled and let Joan of Arc vent her emotions. Anyway, the little pink fist was soft and had no lethality, so it was just a massage. ₆₉ₛₕᵤₓ.cₒₘ

Shuoyue's attitude was good, and Miss Joan of Arc was very satisfied.

"In short, remember, you owe me one!"

After speaking like this, the Judge Jeanne ran to the church with resentment towards a certain naughty child and began her busy work.

Mordred's treasure was too conspicuous. If he wanted to cast suggestion magic on everyone in Sighisoara and repair the damage caused by the battle between the servants and the magician, it would obviously be a big project that even the church would have a headache.

What's more terrible is that in order to fully protect the ancient buildings, Sighisoara did not build a gas pipeline, which made it difficult for the person in charge of the church to find a reason... A moment of silence.

After Jeanne left, Shuoyue did not stay in Sighisoara for long, but returned to the Red Team's base camp at the summons of the priest.

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——It was a desperate dream that made people's heads stiff.

That world was already on the verge of death. The malice of the ruler covered that land. The weak had no resistance and could only let the other party suck their flesh and blood.

There was only despair everywhere.

They had been suffering from cruel exploitation, but finally got a ray of hope, that is, a word full of love and redemption.

It was a beautiful word that was enough to make them not succumb to hunger, poverty and despair. However, the ruler wanted to take even this away from them. That was no longer exploitation, it was simply murder.

So, they stood up. They were more afraid of being deprived of their right to survive than dying in battle.

Then, under the leadership of a miracle child, they won.

——Originally, they should never have won, they should not have won. They were blinded by saving their lives and did not consider the overall situation.

Although the saying goes that a mouse with no way to escape will bite a cat, but after biting, it will most likely be killed by the angry cat. This is the truth of the world.

I was really too naive.

That was the boy's deep repentance after everything was taken away from him.

The severed heads of old men, the men who were cut into pieces like experimental animals, the babies who were stabbed to death by spears, the girls who were ravaged by desire and thrown away after the fact.

It was a place that could be called hell, with tens of thousands of lives concentrated in this place - the one who took these lives was not the enemy, but himself.

The boy was so sure, but even so, he still did not give in.

The boy named Amakusa Shiro Tokisada accepted this result with a steel-like will and did not change his expression. He silently looked at the scene that was gradually heading towards destruction, without showing any expression of giving up or sadness, and even overcame the severe pain caused by the cut arms.

I failed, I admit it.

I am going to die, I also accept it.

The responsibility for their deaths is all on me, and I will never shirk it.

However, the only thing that cannot let this stop is that I will never give in.

Wasted so many lives and gained nothing - I don't agree with this at all.

The saint is sighing, the saint is roaring.

For this tragic scene, for all the souls that perished here.

So, God, please give me another chance. This time I will never lose sight of the big picture. I will eliminate all obstacles, enemies, and hardships in my path.

This time I will definitely, definitely -

"Put all the goodness in this world into your palms——"

After finally waking up from the dream, Amakusa Shirou Tokisada woke up from the overlapping past. Rather than sleeping, it might be better to say that it awakened that unforgettable memory. Originally, he just planned to take a nap, but he didn't expect to sleep well. Shen.

"Are you awake, Master? Rider, Archer and that Assassin are back."

Red Assassin Semiramis seemed to have always allowed him to sleep on her knees, which was really not the behavior of an empress.

"Well, why do I sleep on your knees?" Amakusa Shiro asked bluntly.

He had no such memory. He still remembered that he was lying on the bench and sleeping, and no one should be around.

"Just because I am Assassin."

After saying that, the empress let out a cheerful laugh. A pair of elf-like pointed ears were hidden under her long hair. Facing this smile that had fascinated countless men during her lifetime, the white-haired priest only responded with a confused expression. respond.

"What if someone sees it..."

"It's nothing, no one saw it at all. Hmm, it's rare for someone to want to do something consistent with their status as a Servant. Do you have any dissatisfaction?"

The woman's expression immediately changed into one that looked like she was losing her temper. However, this moodiness did not make people feel scared, but instead gave her a little girl-like aura.

Facing the empress's favor, Amakusa just said calm words such as 'That's really embarrassing, but thank you', and then stood up without any regrets.

Semiramis was used to Amakusa's incomprehensible amorous feelings, but even so, she still caressed her red lips dissatisfied, and then brought up the business:

"It's time, everyone is here, even though we lost Berserker."

"...Although he is not the type that cannot be lost, it would be a bit troublesome to become an enemy."

The two sighed at the same time. Berserker on the red side, Spartacus's Noble Phantasm "Roar of the Flawed Beast", is a Noble Phantasm that can convert all the damage inflicted on the user into magic power and release it. Because this is an ability that acts on oneself, it is classified as an anti-person Noble Phantasm, but its power is actually at the level of fighting an army or even a country, enough to cause earth-shattering destruction.

The problem is that its damage range is too large. Once it is used in the wrong place, it may end up causing great damage to one's own camp.

"Fortunately, we know his Noble Phantasm... Although we don't know at what point it will be activated, the Servant should be able to detect it."

The two talked casually about Berserker, and soon came to the king's room belonging to the red side.

The door opened automatically. In the spacious room, there were already several heroes waiting for Amakusa and the Empress to appear.