Chapter 544 The Power of Return

What do you hope the future of mankind will be like?

Perhaps, everyone has his answer.

Amakusa preaches the salvation of mankind. Saving one person will make another suffer; this is the law of this world. No matter what kind of hero, he should fight under the premise of fully understanding this extremely ruthless rule. However, Amakusa refused. He moved forward without confusion for the utopia he described.

That is the ideal that all saints have dreamed of, and it is the only poison that can tempt saints.

And Shakespeare, the great writer who helped the tyrant, is unswervingly pursuing "interesting". He is not an existence serving the future of mankind. Even if this body is praised and sublimated into a hero, he is still a person who serves stories. He will give up everything because of boredom, and he will be loyal to anyone because of the reason of "interesting".

So even if letting the story develop will destroy the civilization of this world, he will rush to it.

But if you add a modifier to the front of this question, what do you hope for the future of mankind in this world?

It was Sakutsuki's turn to answer, and his answer was - it doesn't matter.

In the eyes of the traveler who came here with the blessing of the beast, the fate of this world is very simple, that is, to become a piece of data in his experimental materials. This data must be detailed, accurate, and valuable enough. As for what the experimental materials will become, dead or alive, good or bad...

Which experimenter would care how many mice he has hooved?

Thinking of this, Jeanne couldn't help but cover her cheeks with her hands. When she wanted to continue thinking, her inner uneasiness became stronger and stronger.

For the saints, the most fatal thing about Sakutsuki's move was that he did not deny Amakusa's plan to save the world.

As the young man said to Amakusa when seeking an alliance, what he wanted was nothing more than data on human salvation, that is, his essence was a recorder, not a destroyer. Even if he gave up the action, Amakusa Shiro Tokisada would reach out to the Holy Grail to verify his sixty years of hard thinking.

Even though Shakespeare clearly expressed his pessimism, and Shuoyue also admitted that this plan would fail and would destroy mankind, the Saint of the Far East would not agree to give up. He carried the resentment of 36,000 people and all the evil in this world, which would never be eliminated by a few words.

It can be said that the alliance had differences at this moment. The black side would never allow the Holy Grail to be used for human salvation, while the red side only wanted to clear the obstacles on the road to the third law. Today, everyone is just forcibly sticking together to fight against the threat of Shuoyue.

Travelers who do not belong here, please return to where you came from. Life on this planet is not a drama in your eyes.

This is the reason for the cooperation between the black and red sides, but in addition to being united against the outside world, Jeanne couldn't help thinking about another question.

Using the Holy Grail to realize the third law of mankind - what kind of epoch-making means is that? If it is a wrong means, I will stop it no matter what.

But, if, or if his method is correct...

"What should I do?"

Putting her hands together, Joan of Arc subconsciously recited a prayer sentence. The saint's wish was wailing. In addition, there was another emotion entangled in her heart, constantly eroding her will to fight, not allowing her to raise the holy flag to the young man at will.

Is that belief, believing that the young man's nature is not evil, even if the world is sliding into the abyss, he will not stand by and watch, the ugly facts are clearly in front of her.

Or is this emotion something unreasonable and unreasonable——

The shadow cast, Joan of Arc subconsciously opened her eyes, and saw the beautiful girl hunter standing straight in front of her, with no expression on her face.

"I have something to say to you, Ruler."

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The sky gradually turned orange, and the sunset was really beautiful——

Siegfried sighed again.

That was a warm light that only appeared in the short time from sunset to nightfall. The dragon slayer squinted his eyes and looked at the sunset. It was hard to dispel the temptation to just look at the sky.

As the thoughts faded away at dusk, warmth left his body. The cold death embraced him like a lover, and the red flowers bloomed beside his dying body.

He lost.

This is an obvious fact. The Dutch dragon slayer bathed in dragon blood and fought in all directions. Along with his reputation, his weakness also spread.

When bathing in dragon blood, the leaves of the linden tree stuck to his back, so that became a weakness, and it was also a place that could easily break through the evil dragon blood armor.

Especially when caught by the pair of rainbow blue eyes, the magic eyes of death would not miss any flaws.

For Siegfried, facing the new moon who came as an assassin, the compatibility is simply the worst. With the protection of the third law, the new moon can make countless mistakes, but Siegfried... he can't make a mistake even once.

Because making a mistake means death.

The red spider lily bloomed brilliantly, and was stepped on by the young man. It flowed across the bloody stream, and the moon went upstream. It knelt on one knee in front of the man with weak breathing, and the hideous scars on its body slowly healed.

"You knew the outcome from the beginning."

"Yes." Siegfried admitted, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, but he was smiling, his eyes pure.

"I still don't understand why?" Shuoyue said, "If it were me, I would rather lie dormant and give me a fatal blow in the decisive battle tonight than sacrifice myself like this without anyone knowing."

"Ha..." Siegfried laughed slightly from his throat, and he seemed to shake his head, "Is it me who must win now? The Thousand World Tree? Or you who represent the blue team?"

The strong body of the dragon slayer was gradually disintegrating into golden spirits, and it was time to leave: "No, neither."

"The justice I respect and my heroic way should win now."

"I'm right, right, Heroic Spirit Shuoyue."

Hearing Siegfried's name, Shuoyue was slightly startled, raised his head as if he was stung, and closed his eyes.

So far, he has had many names, assassin, teacher, alien traveler... but no one has ever called him 'Heroic Spirit'.

Even he himself felt that he was just an uninvited guest who broke into the stage and caused chaos, and he was not worthy of the title of a hero.

But this hero was willing to share the same name with him, and chose to sacrifice himself between loyalty and justice. His nobleness and dignity lit up the eyes of the young man like a golden star.

The hero's glory flew to the sky, and the hand of fate sighed and plucked the strings. The man who should have died was reborn here, but his short life was taken back by the young man who gave him.

What did he take away and what did he leave behind?

Perhaps, the smile before leaving the stage explained the answer. For a warrior, words are always pale. A person's will, spirit and character have long been placed on his gun and his sword.

The moonlight flowed like silver, flowing through the thin streets, the sunken ridges, the silent stars, and the desolate hymns sounded with the sound of the piano. The young man who looked up at the lonely moon had trembling eyelids, and finally lowered his head to look at the two relics lying quietly on the lawn.

It was a sword, with a black holy cross engraved on the hilt. The blade was thin and sharp. The feather stone made of the leaves of the world tree became the scabbard, and the tree vein pattern was imprinted on it, overlapping with the magic sword flowing with glory and destruction.

Passing the legendary sword that was enough to drive countless people crazy, Shuoyue's eyes fell on the pool of dragon blood, especially on the vigorous beating object, the color it possessed was incredibly bright red.

That was the heart, the source of power of the dragon, and the dragon curse that the dragon slayer carried after defeating the evil dragon.

Holding it up with both hands, the young man's expression had never been so solemn. He put his lips to the heart and looked up to swallow it.

Dreamy and curious, but not crazy at all.

At this time, dusk disappeared, the clouds dispersed in the sky, the poppy flowers withered, and the black-robed death god found his true power.

Without the taste of flesh and blood, the dragon heart turned into a warm current the moment it entered the mouth, and then spread into the limbs and bones. The familiar burning and pain invaded, but the assassin's expression did not change, just quietly digesting this gift.

Boom.

Boom.

Boom.

The heartbeat sounded like a drum. Just looking at the young man sitting cross-legged in the pool of blood, one could feel a terrifying power slowly awakening.

The storm ushered in the goddess of the end, leaves fell, trees fell, and the black-armored Altria Alter appeared in the forest at some point. She watched the new moon that was gradually transforming, gently covered her chest, and felt the same frequency of vibration.

After a long time, the corners of the mouth of the King of the Wild Hunt curled up, and he turned around and left without looking back.

"Let's go, Ramle."

The psychic skeleton horse cried, as if in doubt. The cold and beautiful king did not look back, and the night wind conveyed her words.

"Of course, be prepared to annihilate the rebels."

"The final moment is coming."