"Bang... Bang Bang Bang..."

I don't know when the hanging garden hanging high in the air began, and it gradually collapsed.

Bursts of purple-black poisonous gas filled the garden like a thick fog, enveloping the entire garden.

Under the erosion of poisonous gases, the garden is in a state of shock.

The life of flowers and trees is taken away and gradually withered.

The vitality of the earth is consumed and turned into dry stones.

The buildings were piled up with sand, and gradually they were dyed gray and white in the terrible poisonous gas, and then sprinkled in the wind.

Under such circumstances, the entire hanging garden seemed to be melted snow, cracked and disintegrated little by little, and finally scattered like gravel in the direction of the earth.

Under such circumstances, the Hanging Garden finally lost the strength to continue to soar, and began to fall down in a roar.

Poisonous gas surged up above like a swamp.

The surrounding air currents couldn't even get closer.

The violent friction turned the entire hanging garden into a huge meteorite, and a fire appeared, falling in acceleration.

If this continues, it is not difficult to imagine what kind of catastrophe this meteorite falling on the earth will cause.

Not to mention, the poisonous gas that has been volatilizing terrible poison from above will also follow the fall of the hanging garden, and launch an attack on the real land.

At that time, in the face of a terrible poison that even the gods feared, this era will also suffer terrible effects, and usher in a catastrophe that is no different from the end of the world.

It's a pity that this meteorite, which is about to bring great damage to human history, is destined to fall to the ground.

"Bang..."

At first, it was just a small flower.

A small firework that looks like a red lotus.

Without warning, it burned in the center of the garden that was gradually turning into meteorite, and gradually grew stronger.

The Red Lotus Fire is beautiful.

In the purple-black poisonous gas like a swamp, the vivid color seemed to add a little pleasing to the eye, so that it would not fade away.

The fire of the red lotus is also sacred.

In the astonishing poisonous mist, it burned slowly as if it had come out of the mud without staining, burning away all the poisonous gases that were trying to erode it.

As the flame of the red lotus grew stronger and stronger, finally, it erupted in one breath.

Like an expanding current, the flames of the red lotus struck in all directions, enveloping the entire hanging garden in it.

The sky garden, which fell in the direction of the earth, completely turned into a large fireball.

And in the big fireball, everything is burning.

Flowers and trees are burning.

The earth palace is burning.

Rubble fragments are burning.

The poisonous gas fog is also burning.

"Buzz ————!"

Not far from the burning sky garden, a Hippogriff appeared in the air like a mirage, carrying several masters and several servants.

"Ahh

I don't know who made such a sound.

That's amazement.

That's moving.

At this moment, whether it was Minamoto Raiguang, Fiore, Corles, Zieg, or Astolfo, the eyes that stared at the slowly burning red lotus fire were full of amazement and emotion.

Because it's too beautiful, too sacred.

It's a karmic fire that can burn everything down, but no one thinks it's scary.

At least, there was not a single person present who did not know what the flame meant.

How could the fire of the red lotus, which burned at the cost of the life of the saint, be terrible?

The purpose of the flame's existence is not to destroy, but to purify the world of all evil.

Therefore, the hanging gardens are burning, and so is the mythical poison.

Everything that is about to bring the inevitable catastrophe to the history of mankind is burning in that sacred flame and gradually being purified.

Therefore, the hearts of the people are only moved, and there is no fear.

However, in addition to being moved, there is also indelible grief in the hearts of everyone.

"Joan of Arc..."

Astolford's voice was tinged with weeping sadness.

Ziggy, Fiore, and Corles were also silent one after another, and the emotion flowing in their hearts was none other than grief.

Only Yuan Laiguang, staring at the red lotus fire that purified all evil, there was no sadness in his eyes, no sorrow, only respect.

"She is indeed a saint..."

In order to save the people of the earth and erase the calamities that had come, the holy woman named Joan of Arc burned herself and turned into a red lotus fire, burning up the garden and the poisonous gas, leaving nothing behind.

For Gen Raiguang, who has a "ghost" sealed in his body, that holy woman is too dazzling.

Of course, Yuan Laiguang's heart is also flowing with a trace of sadness.

Although there was not much communication with Joan of Arc, the head of Genji, who was like a mother's incarnation, couldn't help but think so.

"She's only nineteen..."

How could such a young girl give her life for the sake of humanity?

This point, as a hero, Yuan Laiguang is not incomprehensible, but he also understands that he can't understand everything.

Because, Minamoto Yorimitsu is just a hero, and what he once guarded was only one Kyoto, not all mankind.

Because of this, Minamoto Yoriguang believes that he should not be arrogant to understand the consciousness of the other party, but only need to respect.

But only tears cannot flow.

After all, that's not a bad thing, is it?

With this in mind, Minamoto Rarimitsu looked at the garden that was gradually disappearing under the burning of the red lotus fire.

“Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa————！”

The cry of the great venomous snake in Mesopotamian mythology before dying was gradually burned out in the karmic fire of the red lotus, and finally, completely disappeared.

In this way, the garden, which carried the mythical level of poison, was purified and burned to the ground.

At this moment, Fiore let out an exclamation.

"Look there!"

Everyone immediately followed the direction that Fiore was pointing and looked at the center of the Red Lotus Fire.

The next second, everyone saw it.

"Zheng ————!"

The Great Holy Grail, which bloomed with a thousand rays of light, seemed to be sheltered by the fire of the red lotus, and not only was it not burning, but it was supported by the flames.

"Master!"

Yuan Laiguang didn't think about it, turned himself into a thunderbolt and flashed towards the Great Holy Grail held by the flames of the red lotus.

"Hippogriff! We're going too! ”

Astolfo hurriedly patted the Hippogriff's head vigorously, causing the Hippogriff to let out a dissatisfied screech and rush in the direction of the Great Holy Grail.

And no one found out.

The red lotus flame holding the Great Holy Grail is gradually turning into a beautiful figure.

Gorgeous long cyanotic hair fluttered in the flames.

The dazzling figure was suspended in the light of the Holy Grail.

Like a goddess born in flames, the world-class singer appeared before the Great Grail.

Immediately, he slowly opened his eyes, showed a helpless smile, and said so.

"It's really willful..."