Chapter 543 Ideals and Reality
A flying kick was dodged, and the magician perfectly avoided the attack with unexpected agility.
It’s no wonder that damn Nightmare has never lost when it comes to protecting himself wisely. Even if his father’s regime was destroyed and Britain fell into war, he would have already retreated into the tower and enjoyed it as if watching a play. What a miserable state of humanity.
"Ah ha ha ha ha! It's true, Lord Mordred has never made any progress. How much trouble do you want to cause Artoria?"
Could it be that his glib tone was too familiar? I didn't even feel a hint of joy at the reunion, but my fists became hardened first.
"Ha, how dare you say that, you bastard! Causing trouble to my father? So what! I am a rebellious knight, the rebellious knight Mordred. It should be strange to say that I don't cause trouble to my father!"
"...Are you sure this is what you really think?"
Merlin suddenly stopped moving. The playful smile on his face made Mordred tense up. He saw this wicked nightmare took out a pen from his pocket and pressed the button. Mordred heard from it. Reid's voice:
"Bring back my favorite father!"
That was the cry made by Mordred during the duel between Mordred and the Black Gunman after Artoria was reversed by Sakutsu using the Command Seal (Alter). It is guaranteed to be true and authentic.
Mordred froze on the spot, Merlin pressed the button again, and a voice came from inside again.
"Bring back my favorite father!"
"Click, bring back my favorite father!"
Looking at Xiao Mo, whose face turned red with anger and shame, Merlin turned the recorder around and said happily: "This is an unexpected gain that only comes once in a thousand years. It seems that opportunities always leave to those who are prepared."
Before Mordred could get angry, Merlin continued: "Don't worry, I will keep it properly and give it to Artoria as a gift at the critical moment."
"Mei! Lin!"
Mordred became angry with embarrassment and subconsciously drew her sword to kill the dog in front of her. However, she took two steps forward and suddenly felt something was wrong in her hand. She subconsciously looked down -
With a 'clang' sound, like touching a red-hot iron, Mordred threw the sword that countless people dreamed of to the ground. He was so frightened that he stepped back several steps and was dumbfounded:
"This, this, this, this...I...damn it!"
"This is a fake sword in the stone!"
Merlin in the distance burst out laughing: "It was just a simple trick. Congratulations on pulling out the Sword of Choice. Oh, why did you throw it away? Don't you mean you don't want to be the king?"
"You were obviously crying and shouting before, begging me to pull out this sword!"
Nightmare waved his hand in a wicked way, and countless dream scenes appeared behind him, which recorded various postures of Mordred trying to pull out the sword, including using both hands and feet together, digging with stones, and kicking with his feet. There are even those that are dripping with blood, chanting curses, and biting them with their teeth...all kinds of embarrassments.
"You have only been alive for a dozen days, but you worked really hard to pull out this sword. You used so many methods in your dream."
"...From the very beginning, was this the dream you set for me?" Xiao Mo's tone was trembling, and a great sense of shame enveloped her, almost overwhelming her thoughts.
"Uh-huh~" Merlin's upturned voice became the last straw that broke Mordred's mind. She picked up the Sword in the Stone that fell on the ground without hesitation, and then - towards her neck. erase.
Tired, destroy it.
With this idea in mind, Mordred wanted to end this ridiculous dream, and swore that she would never sleep until she died, and would never face this old bastard. However, before the sword blade touched her neck, she heard another voice in the dream. A voice.
"Wait a minute, Mordred. And you, Merlin, stop bullying her."
That was the voice engraved deep in Mordred's soul. She opened her eyes wide, looked at the holy figure that appeared in the dream, and murmured:
"Am I dreaming, Father..."
"Yes, this is the dream that Merlin created for us." Arturia, who had blond hair and snow-skinned skin and showed no signs of turning around, nodded, looking at the sword in the stone held in Mordred's hand, the saint in her eyes. The green color shimmers like a fairy lake reflecting the forest in the afternoon.
A simple British song came from somewhere. Mordred looked in a daze and heard the question of the Fallen King who was standing in front of the chosen moment:
"Now, let me repeat the original question. Since you have drawn this sword, what oath will you make to this sword and what will you entrust to it?"
"Tell me, what kind of king do you want to be?"
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Some people are dreaming, replaying the past reality over and over again, while some people choose to overturn the world in order to make their dreams a reality.
"What are you talking about? Is this Shuo Yue's ideal!"
The sky garden, Shakespeare's study, the quiet place reserved by this great writer has never been so noisy at this time, Amakusa, Sieg, Joan of Arc, Karna, Lion Tribulation...
Except for Mordred, who fell into a coma, everyone who was hostile to the blue team was crowded in the small room, and the same emotion was revealed in their eyes——
That's unbelievable.
When the Sky Garden reached the top of the Mirenia Fortress and the Black and Red sides met again, the first thing they did was to investigate the already exposed Shuoyue, and Shakespeare, the only one who did not evacuate from the Blue side, became their breakthrough point.
There was only one question to ask - Shuoyue wanted to get the Holy Grail, what was the wish he made with the help of the Holy Grail?
This overly long war has been going on until now, and Shuoyue's strength, Shuoyue's intelligence, Shuoyue's power and Shuoyue's personality have all surfaced, but the motives are kept secret, just like the origin of the young man himself, hidden in the bottomless blue shadow.
If they don't know what Shuoyue wants to do, they will never understand what they should do.
Facing the questioning of the crowd, Shakespeare cooperated unusually, and even had a sense of welcome:
"It seems that we can no longer hide it, so let's speak boldly and frankly. What is the truth that the seeker named Shuoyue sees in his eyes!"
"That is the combination of the Third Law and the Holy Grail, the weaving of miracles and miracles, until it turns into a fishing net for salvation and catches all mankind in one net!"
"I already know all this, and this is why he came to me for cooperation." Amakusa interrupted Shakespeare's words in a very unromantic way, "What I want to know is not 'what', but 'how to do'."
"What exactly does Shuoyue want to do with the Third Law and the Holy Grail to achieve the goal of saving mankind?"
"That is of course as you wish, Amakusa Shiro Tokisada!" Shakespeare shouted excitedly, "With the help of the Holy Grail, all people's souls will be raised to a short eternity, and with such way, ending all suffering, all activities, and bringing everything to a standstill! "
"In the end, this record of destruction will become his precious experimental data for saving another world!"
"Hahaha... yes, that's right! This world is a large box garden, and the traveler who came across the sea of stars is the scientist who controls the experiment and the savior who pushes us to destruction!"
"The throne of the seraph of salvation has descended, but the road to the temple does not belong to us. The merciful and almighty Lord has abandoned us!"
"That is to say! A saint fell, and another saint stepped over his body, trying to touch a higher throne and write the end of the old mankind! "
"Ah, this is really-so wonderful!"
Shakespeare, who was obsessed with arias, opened his arms, and what kept magnifying in his vision was the sandbag-sized fist of Amakusa Shiro.
Bang!
Shakespeare fell to the ground in response, and Joan of Arc stood up without saying a word, pursed her lips, and walked out of the study as if escaping.