Fang Li's farewell to Yuan Laiguang was so bland.

Although it is unremarkable, as Minamoto Raiguang said, both parties are expected to imprint this experience in their hearts.

Fang Li will remember that he inexplicably has an even more inexplicable mother.

Minamoto will remember that he has another son who is different from the son he adopted during his lifetime.

It's that simple.

However, for the rest, saying goodbye is often accompanied by a sense of pain.

At least, Semiramis now had nothing to feel but pain.

"Tick..."

Blood poured from the hideous wounds and dripped to the ground.

"Zheng..."

The contours of the body radiated light, allowing existence to be gradually annihilated.

Semiramis sat in the corner of the endless grassland, looking out at the distant blue sky.

"It's over..."

I don't know what kind of emotional words it carried, and it was muttered from its mouth and spread around.

As the owner of the Aerial Garden, Semiramis was the first to discover Bashomu's anomaly, knowing that his treasure was being eroded by the other party, and sailed to the world with an unprecedented disaster.

If Semiramis were willing, he could once again isolate the space around Bashomu's location and defuse Bashomu's threat.

But Semiramis did not do this, but allowed Bashomu to continue to wreak havoc, and immediately left the Aerial Garden through spatial transfer, and came here to watch the end of the Holy Grail War with his own eyes.

Eventually, the garden of the Assyrian Empress burned to the ground, and the Great Chalice was recaptured by the enemy, and even the man who was the lord seemed to have his due, not only was his ambition destroyed, but he also died before her, causing the Red faction to be truly defeated.

"It's a laughable ending..."

Semiramis said this, with a hint of a smile on her stunning beauty.

It's not because it's happy, it's not because it's happy, it's just ironic because it's all witnessed.

"As a result, whether it is you or me, we are not destined to be the one who can fulfill our heart's desires, and this is our end."

For Semiramis's words, it was no one else who gave the affirmation, but the servant standing behind him.

"People have always been dissatisfied with everything around them, but they will not see the difference between the beginning and the end, whether it is writing, singing, acting, or having fun, there must be an ending, and it is a good thing to have an ending, the empress of Assyria!"

The servant who expressed his opinion in such an exaggerated tone, as if he were giving a speech in a musical and dance play, was none other than Shakespeare.

I don't know when Shakespeare appeared behind Semiramis with a book in his hand, a pen in one hand, and he was desperately writing something, and his face was carrying unprecedented enthusiasm.

"My generation's books must also have an ending, and it is for this purpose that our generation will survive to this day!"

Shakespeare would answer the call to be part of the Battle of the Holy Grail, for no other reason than to write a story that had never been heard before.

Collision between heroes and heroes.

The confusion between magic and magic.

The friction between mystery and mystery.

The difference between belief and belief.

All these in the Holy Grail War are deeply attracted to Shakespeare, so that Shakespeare continues to sing the praises of miracles and write hard.

After all, all of this is material that he did not have in his lifetime, and it is a wonderful thing that can stimulate his inspiration.

Therefore, in this Holy Grail War, as long as he survives to the end, Shakespeare will be able to fulfill his wish.

Even now that more than half of Shakespeare's body has turned to ashes, and his whole body exudes the brighter brilliance of the competition Miramis and a thinner presence, that is no different.

It seems that in order to survive the fire of Joan of Arc's red lotus and the god-killing poison of Bashim, Shakespeare tried everything he could, and finally survived at a tragic price by relying on his own skills before Shiro Amakusa died.

In this regard, Semiramis did not look back, but just asked.

"Now, Caster."

"What do you have to do? The Empress of Assyria? ”

"What does it feel like to be able to make your wish come true?"

"It's really not your style of question, but if you have to ask, I can answer you, it feels really bad."

"Rotten?"

"Ahh

"Why?"

"Because, no matter how we write, it will become a tragedy in the end."

"Isn't that what you like? I remember that your proudest works are the Four Great Tragedies, right? ”

"Indeed, but the Empress of Assyria, you must know that liking to write tragedy and liking to watch tragedy are two completely different meanings, and I feel joy from the bottom of my heart to be able to write a magnificent tragedy, but as this work that no second person can see except my generation, and we can only watch this tragedy say goodbye to the world in the end, isn't this a rotten ending?"

"In other words, whether it's me or you, it's all coming to a terrible end, right?"

"This is the price of living to the end, daughter of the beautiful fish god."

Leaving such a dialogue, Semiramis and Shakespeare turned into particles of light and disappeared into this world.

And this scene, someone saw the end.

The master in a leather jacket and the servant in armor saw the end not far away.

"Whew..."

The Lion Tribulation took a puff of the cigarette in his mouth and said to the rebellious knight beside him.

"Didn't you keep clamoring to get rid of that empress not long ago? Why did you suddenly change your mind and watch the excitement on the sidelines? ”

Mordred only pouted at this statement of his master.

"Even if it's me, I'm not interested in the vanishing king or anything, Master." Mordred said with some unhappiness: "It's enough to make up for the last blow, it's enough to do it once, I don't want to do it a second time." ”

"Really?" The Lion Tribulation Realm said indifferently: "I thought you would definitely make a big fuss before leaving." ”

"That's what I thought." Mordred said very frankly: "But it doesn't matter now, right? ”

"Indeed." The Lion Tribulation Realm departed with such a sentence.

Immediately, the two of them fell silent at the same time.

Light particles, too, emitted from Mordred's body.

In this final relationship, the conversation between the two is also unusually simple.

"I say, Master, what will we do with our desires in the end?"

"Who knows, but it's too late to say something like this at this time, right?"

"Indeed."

This was the last conversation between the two.

Until the servants around him completely disappeared, the Lion Tribulation Realm did not glance in the direction where it was, and continued to smoke a puff of cigarette before turning around and walking in one of the directions of the grassland.

In that direction, it is said that there is a subspecies Holy Grail War that is also about to unfold.

The magician named Lion Tribulation went in that direction.

In his hand, he held a fragment of silver armor.