Chapter 553 Red Lotus Saint and Devotion

The Ruler drew his sword.

The silver sword awarded at the Church of Santa Caterina is indeed a very good weapon. However, this level of mystery alone cannot win, at least Mordred and the Empress believe so.

Surprisingly, Joan used the sword to cut her own palm. She didn't care at all about the blood seeping out, and just knelt down. Put your hands together. That overly graceful posture was like a sacrifice in some kind of sacred ceremony.

"You've been avoiding me this whole time, right, Shuo Yue?"

As she spoke, the lavender robe dissipated and was replaced by brilliant silver armor. Joan raised her eyes to look at the bound young man. But this time, Shuo Yue did not look away, but just listened to Joan continue to speak. .

"From the beginning of the decisive battle to now... no, I should say from the beginning of the Holy Grail War to now, we servants have been played by you."

This is an irrefutable fact. In this Holy Grail War, Shuoyue is no longer as weak as he was in the fourth battle. He is very strong. Even if his magic power is suppressed, he is still strong enough to be among the best.

What's even more terrifying is that he also has a strategy that goes hand in hand with force, as well as the most powerful golden finger of a time traveler - foresight.

Laying out the black and red sides, gathering followers, killing threats, disintegrating alliances, weakening the combat power of top followers... everything developed as he planned. In terms of rationality and calculation, Shuo Yue undoubtedly achieved the ultimate. When he finally revealed his wish and attracted all the followers to target him, he still took his time and eliminated his enemies one by one.

From the fourteen Servants who fought until now, only the Empress, Mordred, and Astolfo, who was seriously injured and left the battlefield, were left. However, Sakuyue and his servant Artoria were unscathed and even became stronger.

If you think about it carefully, what a shocking achievement this is.

"Then, after you have calculated everything, why are you the only one who dare not look directly at me?" Perhaps it was the arrival of the last moment that made Joan become a lot bolder, "Atalanta, who obviously likes you, also chose to stand by me. Opposite you, and you showed no resistance. What about me? What is so special about me that you can always avoid me?"

Atalanta, the famous Greek huntress, likes Shuo Yue?

While the others were shocked by these words, Shuo Yue sighed, knowing that this question could no longer be avoided.

"You should understand my goal. No matter what, the Great Holy Grail will belong to me."

"This is impossible!" Semiramis and Mordred said in unison, Shuo Yue nodded and said calmly: "Look, that's it, not to mention you already know what I want to do with the Great Holy Grail."

"That's not relieving humanity. I believe that the path of humanity does not require individuals to save it - I want to believe in the future of one generation after another."

"But in another world, human civilization has ushered in stagnation, and what stagnation brings is corruption." Shuo Yue sighed, "Atalanta is different from you. She died for the death of the Master. Revenge, and you, Joan of Arc, for something higher."

"Will you choose to give up and stop me because of the relationship between us?"

"Of course not!"

"...Answer in seconds."

"It's an instant answer."

Seeing the holy girl who didn't even hesitate, the Empress and Mordred complained, while Shuo Yue laughed helplessly, not surprisingly.

What he likes is this kind of girl. Although she is a simple, gentle, and sometimes silly canine saint, she will never be ambiguous in the face of right and wrong, and will wield a sword to protect goodness and rules, even if she is facing love. lovers.

Therefore, the Holy Grail will choose her as the judge, and Shuo Yue chooses to keep a distance from her in order to prevent her from being too painful when making the decision.

"You see, that's it. The conflict between you and me is irresolvable. It's better not to meet than to meet. Although I really want to appreciate your distressed expression, I'd better not make it too difficult for you."

"Ugh...that's really an exaggeration." Jeanne's cheeks were slightly red, and she couldn't help but smile sweetly. "But, although I am very touched, such self-inflicted care will sooner or later make people feel troubled." Oh.”

"Really, it's a pity." Shuo Yue shrugged, "I thought you would praise me Asasi (gentleness)."

"Hey, you two! Stop flirting!" Mordred was in danger from the attacks of Artoria Alter and several remaining shadow servants. I wonder if it was her illusion, or her father's. The gun became heavier and heavier, as if she was being used as a sandbag, "I'm going to die, I'm really going to die!"

Mo Zai's scream finally brought them back to reality. Shuo Yue and Jeanne looked away in unison, pretending that nothing happened. Then Jeanne took a deep breath: "I know, Shuo Yue. , you should have known about my second Noble Phantasm a long time ago, so at that time... you didn't kill me."

"Now that I know it, I must be on guard. But no matter what, I will use this power."

"Please feel free to stop me, if you can."

What Joan of Arc mentioned was naturally the incident where she found Shuo Yue and Zig who passed out on the roadside, and was then abducted by Shuo Yue into a small dark room...(omitted below).

If she wasn't afraid of this precious weapon of hers, I'm afraid Shuo Yue wouldn't have let her opponent go so easily.

"No, I'm just afraid of being wanted by the Five Stars of the Holy Grail." Shuo Yue complained in a low voice, "At that time, you were tied up by me and had no ability to resist..."

But aside from these considerations, Shuo Yue is indeed full of fear of Joan of Arc's second treasure. If Karna gave up the golden armor to create the thunder spear that kills gods; then Joan of Arc abandoned the Saint's What he got in exchange for everything was the EX-level special attack weapon - the Red Lotus Saint (La Pucelle).

And now, Joan of Arc has started singing.

“The heavens are the glory of the Lord, and the sky is the great deeds of the Lord.”

“Words are conveyed by day, knowledge by night.”

"My end is here, my destiny is here, my life is here."

The sword blade cut the holy girl's palm, and the blood poured on the silver sword blade, and the Lord dropped a golden glow.

"My life is equivalent to nothingness, like a shadow wandering around."

"My bow cannot be relied upon, nor my sword can save me."

"Uh!" The empress gritted her teeth, and the demon-breaking chains seemed to be trying to subdue an unruly dragon. The young man just exerted his arms, and there was an overwhelming 'crunching' sound that spread through countless chains, "This guy's The muscle strength is obviously only D level... Could it be a dragon transformation?"

"Oops!" Mordred was accidentally shot away by the holy spear. When she struggled to get up, she was surrounded by shadow followers, and the black knight king riding Ramlei was also head-up. He ran towards the Master without looking back.

The sacred red lotus emerged from the void, hindering the pace of the skeletal horse. Arturia Alter stopped, and the holy spear began to condense the ending storm:

"Strike, Thirteen Fangs—The Spear of the End (Rhongomyniad) that shines!!"

"Not good!" The expressions of Mordred and the Empress changed greatly. One of them was being restrained by the shadow followers, and the other was trying their best to suppress Shuo Yue. No one could stop Artoria's Noble Phantasm bombing, but Joan of Arc was still It takes time to chant!

The destruction of the end poured out, and Joan frowned. The holy flame that appeared in response to her chant was crumbling under the full blow, and even showed signs of extinguishing. If it continues like this, her noble phantom will be forcibly interrupted. And once Shuo Yue is freed from her restraints, they will be defeated without any dispute.

Sakutsu's actions of constantly reducing the number of opponents played a key role. At this point, everyone was at their wits' end, and Artoria after the reversal would obviously not show mercy to Jeanne. When it reaches this point, there is no other way. There are no miracles, no chance, no saviors from outside the world to help.

——If Black and Red can still be saved.

Then we can only hope that the person who is running and sweating profusely will determine the location after sensing the flow of magic power and hearing the shouts, and rush over at extreme speed. But even so, if there was no conversation between Joan of Arc and Shuo Yue and they were delayed by a few seconds, it would be difficult to say whether they could catch up in time.

In other words, this is neither a miracle nor an accident, but a necessity. In this world, there is still the power and will to save the saint or save oneself.

In the Holy Grail War, in the Holy Grail War, that's what they were called.

That is - Servant.

“Drink ah ah ah ah!!”

Everyone present was suddenly shocked. In a world that was about to be filled with disasters and storms, another person actually broke in. Even though his pink ponytail was messed up by the wind and his face was scratched with countless bloodstains, he remained firm. He waded through the danger, stood in front of the singing saint, and raised the shield.

It didn't belong to Paladin Astolfo. The last gift left by that meteor-like warrior was also completely beyond Shuo Yue's expectations. It was a card hidden by the enemy.

"A small world surrounded by the sky (Achilles Cosmos)!!"

The refreshing emerald green immediately blocks out the dark disaster. This is a Noble Phantasm that rivals the "Rho Aias". It is a shield made by the forging god Hephaestus, with a projection on it. The world seen by Achilles, with sea currents surging on the periphery due to Poseidon.

It comes from the Iliad. The eighteenth song spends hundreds of lines describing this shield. The miracle of the forging god allows the shield to reproduce the man Achilles in a very small state. The lived world itself. As a divine weapon, this shield can completely defend against people, armies, cities and countries.

It's like facing the inherent barrier and infinite sword system of 'O sun disk, surrender to death', but Artoria Alter's attack is only against the city, and the weapons made by gods are more powerful than the barrier filled by Sakutsu. Hardness - even the positions of spear and shield are reversed.

This time, it was Rider Astolfo from the black side who blocked the blue side’s final counterattack. Taking this opportunity, Joan of Arc’s singing was coming to an end:

"Use the only thing left to protect his (humanity's) steps."

"Lord, I entrust this life to you."

The girl who chanted devoutly opened her eyes, her amethyst-like eyes sparkling. The next moment, the holy flames rose into the sky. Everyone present felt a miracle. It was the ultimate magic equivalent to magic, and it was also the ultimate magic. Joan of Arc's punishment at the stake is interpreted as a conceptual crystallized weapon produced by the attack, a subspecies with an inherent barrier.

From the "hilt" of the sword that was pulled out, a flower of flame appeared.

These flames are the fires that made Jeanne d'Arc shed her life. The Judges believe that these fires are punishment for the witch, but Jeanne firmly believes that these fires are salvation in the end.

Her name is "Red Lotus Saint", which is a special attack treasure that crystallizes the past scenes that everyone who misses the saint will cry for. Surrounded by flames, the saint stood up, not holding the hilt of the sword, but holding the blade tightly, pointing the hilt at the new moon with a straight-eyed posture.

Covered by the burning flames, no one saw that Joan of Arc was looking deeply at Shuoyue's face. Only at this moment did she put down her duties as a judge and let the hidden emotions in her heart turn into tears, flowing freely on her face:

"But if we can meet again, I... really hope that my love can have a home."

Shuoyue's pupils shrank as he faced the Holy Flame, but before he could speak, Joan of Arc had already said the last words:

"After despair, there will be hope (L'espoir vient apres de sespoir)."

The shining flower flame instantly changed its posture into an explosive blade. This is a treasure that is activated by injecting one's own life. No matter what kind of hero, in front of this treasure, he can only accept the fate of being instantly destroyed. Because the flame that the saint has placed herself in will completely burn all the hostile saints, all the demons, and all the people into ashes.

The dazzling flame is really very beautiful. No matter who it is, they can see the glory of the saint in it. This is simply a symbol of her life.

Once hit directly, it will be destroyed instantly, with no room for resistance. It's not that there is no mercy, but it is precisely because of mercy that the target is destroyed in an instant.

Shuoyue took a deep breath, he did not run away, just as Jeanne said, he had been prepared for a long time, but now he found that he was not as strong as he thought.

He had given up two people who loved him deeply, but he didn't seem to be ready to abandon the third one as well -

Should he welcome the destruction like this, skip the third stage, and go directly to the fourth stage?

While Shuoyue was thinking about this, he heard Mordred shouting anxiously:

"Don't go, father--!"

Shuoyue then noticed that in front of the overwhelming purifying flames, there was a dark storm. Although it was not worth mentioning in front of the overwhelming red flames, it still shone stubbornly, like a black star, descending beside Shuoyue.

That was the Servant he summoned in this Holy Grail War, his king, his knight, and his companion who always accompanied him on all his journeys - Altria.

"What are you doing, my prince (Master), has the death of Joan of Arc made your heart weak?"

The young man heard such a question, and he looked at his Servant. Although his beloved horse had been destroyed and the heavy armor on his body was broken, Altria Alter's expression did not waver at all. She even maintained her magic output and tried her best to block the approach of the Red Lotus Saint.

"Just do it as planned, this is what we agreed on."

"..."

Facing Shuoyue's silence, the Black Knight King understood his thoughts and decisions in an instant: "So that's it, you want to give up the plan and sacrifice yourself, you guy-"

Shuoyue looked up in surprise, his collar was grabbed, and the next moment, he fell into Altria's deep kiss. The young man widened his eyes, but then gave up struggling and enjoyed this sweetness to the fullest.

Wrapped in the deadly holy flame, the two figures kissed passionately, feeling the wonderful resonance between souls.

Red Lotus Saint:...

Do you think I don't exist? How can I repair it!

After a while, the lips parted, and Dai Mao's movements were still as clean and neat: "Sure enough, it's better to stamp it to make people feel at ease. What's the point of being so shy? And."

The knight king with golden hair and golden eyes poked Shuoyue's shoulder, and his tone softened rarely: "You must bring me victory, my prince (Master)."

Shuoyue looked at Altria Alter's smiling face, nodded heavily as if he wanted to engrave her in his heart, threw away all hesitation, and stroked his chest with his hand:

"With the command spell--"

The world was roaring, the atmosphere was roaring, and gradually rolled up. This space itself seemed to be about to collapse at any time. The empress squinted her eyes in the strong wind. It was not hell, nor heaven. This was simply the moment when a certain creator shouted "Let there be light".

Only this time, Queen Semiramis hoped that the destruction would be as great as possible.

Because only in this way could the New Moon be destroyed!

Light, flames and darkness were dancing wildly, the flames were devouring the light, and the dark disaster was resisting the flames, but soon, the light released by the Holy Lance was extinguished, the flames that burned everything were expanding, the light began to distort, and finally even the last pure land was swallowed up.

"Good!" Astolfo and Semiramis showed joy, only Mordred, after cutting down the last shadow servant, once again put on a battle posture and waited for battle.

In a burst of inexplicable light, the flames of the red lotus seemed to take away a figure, and then dissipated like fog, but when the vision was clear again, the scene in front of everyone made them fall into deeper despair.

"Why... is it like this!"

In the astonished eyes of the crowd, a shirtless young man slowly raised his eyes, his rainbow blue eyes revealed a dead luster, the wings of a fallen angel were spread on his chest, three feathers were slowly dissipating, and in his hand, he was holding a piece of fur tightly.

It was pitch black, engraved with magic patterns, and it was a disaster.

Someone asked me to update it quickly, so here is a full 5,000-word chapter!

There are only three chapters left before the end of the Holy Grail War, and the rest is the epilogue and other links.