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Whether it is the human being who can feel the pain, or whether the concept of pain is stuck to the wild goose, it is impossible to tell the difference. It didn't matter, he thought.

It is not known what part of the area hurts, and why it is necessary to experience such pain.

It hurts to breathe. The heartbeat hurts. It hurts to think. Memories hurt.

There is nowhere to run, there is no way to do it. It seems that I have had similar feelings before, but I can't remember it. Maybe I've given up on myself.

The body is crying. The soul writhed in agony. However, these are no longer taken into account by the night of the Tong Yan.

Compared to these physical and soul pains, the heart hurts billions of times.

Aoi died, Aoi Tosaka died, died in the aftermath of Zheng Shuanglong's fight with the Reincarnation Eye Ninja, and then, Kiri-yan went crazy at night.

Without her world, there is no need to exist, there is no need for her life, there is no need to exist, there is no need for existence without her night.

Therefore, after getting the news and confirming the news, the night disappeared, leaving behind a vengeful ghost with the shell of the night of the night.

"Only he can't forgive !!!"

forgot everything, cut off everything, only the obsession of revenge to Zheng Shuanglong remained, this is the life of Jian Tong Yanye, this is the only obsession of Jian Tong Yan Ye.

It is precisely because of this that Jian Tong Yanye can let go of his hatred for Tosaka Shichen, can endure everything, endure endless pain, and can endure being by Zheng Shuanglong's side, in order to take revenge!

It is precisely because of this that seeing the moment when Zheng Shuanglong was attacked by the bloodsucking true ancestor and the junior superman Keynes, and discovering that this should be the only chance for his revenge, Jian Tong Yanye did not hesitate to raise his right hand with the only spell, and shouted madly: "Only you absolutely cannot forgive, in the name of the spell, berserker!" Kill ...... me! ”

Then, the final order could not be given.

A doll's handmade knife passed through the heart of the wild goose. Stopped his mutilated life. A tiny magic bullet passed through the center of the eyebrows of the wild goose and shattered his consciousness.

Broken machinery sometimes not only quietly stops functioning, but on rare occasions it continues to function unexpectedly and accidentally.

With endless obsessions, the night of the wild goose is also one of the very few examples.

He was supposed to die instantly, but he didn't know what time was, and his mind was already in chaos. The battered body will collapse at any moment, and even the spirit will be almost exhausted. Only the belief of "revenge" made Jian Tong Yanye turn his head hard.

In the depths of the darkness, the silhouettes of two young girls, one large and one small, appeared. One of them is Sakura Makiri, who has always had the idea of saving her, and at this moment, Kirizakura's confused and empty gaze suddenly focused on the stiff and dying Makiri Sakura.

"Sakura—I'll save you. Already, it's okay—"

Finally said this confession, for this moment he did not know how long he had been waiting.

You don't have to despair anymore, you don't have to give up anymore. The nightmare is over and won't come again.

Remove the handcuffs and shackles that tighten the girl's soft skin. Let's go, Sakura, and take back the future you deserve.

Goose Night took Sakura's hand and walked out of hell, and then quietly and unknowingly walked through the deep mountain town at night. Aoi and Rin wait in the neighboring town. In the courtyard of that nostalgic Chancheng mansion, the mother was finally reunited with her daughter. Wild goose night is going to take three people on a trip, to a place that no one knows, to a place where no one will be bothered, and where they spend their days happily. Just like the one agreed, everyone played happily together. With a smile on her face, Aoi watched her two daughters run among the flowers. Sakura picks white grass and Rin uses it to weave a wreath. While the two are talking about giving the garland to their father as a gift, they compete for the opportunity to wear a wreath for the wild goose. Aoi, who wears a pair of garlands, smiles and clenches the hand of the wild goose. Ahh Yanye laughed and cried as she hugged her beloved wife and daughter tightly. Dad is so happy, to have such a wife and daughter, he is the happiest person. So there is nothing to regret, all this is worth your life. The pain you put in will be rewarded, and you will have everything you want in your hands.

The return of the dying made the deranged Ma Tong Yanye show a bright but desolate smile. The dreamy whiskers made the night of the Tong Yan smile and fell down, no matter what, at the last moment, there was her in his world, there was her in his fantasy world, and the dark and desperate abyss was once again dyed with other colors.

In the cold darkness, Sakura stared at the corpse of the man who had fallen in front of her. The man was muttering to himself until the end, and died with a satisfied smile on his face.

Be all abroad. Why is this man still alive even though he is so unbearable?

Although Sakura couldn't figure it out, she knew exactly why he was in pain and why he died.

-- Don't disobey your big brother.

Everyone should know this sentence, but why is this person the only one who is unwilling to abide by it. Obviously an adult, but hopelessly stupid.

Why, why would this person choose such a thing as a meaningless death?

Sakura didn't understand, but Sakura Makiri, who was being held by Yuzhu of Kuenji Temple, nodded instinctively obediently, staring at the corpse lying in a pool of blood motionlessly, and imprinted this scene deeply in her mind.

And at the moment when Zheng Shuanglong arranged for the girl Jiuyuan Temple Youzhu, who was monitoring the night of Tong Yan, to kill the night of Tong Yan who was about to betray Zheng Shuanglong, a golden figure touched the vicinity of the ruins of the Tong House.

In the dim shadows, he smiled fiercely at this Tong Mansion, lowered his voice, and said: "Master, I came to you to catch up, although I can't get the pitch-black Holy Grail, but killing three masters should also be a good compensation!" ”

The moon dispelled the shadows, and under the silver moonlight, the golden figure was so shining, he was the middle-aged Saint Seiya Els who had disappeared from the dream circle.

…………………………………………………………

I don't know how many times, I was knocked into the air.

I don't know how many times, I was knocked to the ground effortlessly.

Saber Artoria had given up counting because she couldn't remember anymore.

What is the strongest sword-wielding servant, who made it by the lake--now she is like a boat in a storm. Faced with Berserker's black sword, she could only give up her resistance to the attack, and she could not even make a decent counterattack.

She wouldn't even be upset by that. The heart that is silent in despair has no fighting spirit at all. She is no longer the valiant knight king of the earth who is known as the embodiment of the dragon. This is so tragic that it is deplorable.

She can't bow her head here, she knows it very well in her heart. However, it is not possible to win. In the face of that man, that sword, it is impossible to win.

The Indestructible Light of the Lake - Paired with King Arthur's Oath Sword of Victory, the supreme sword that people received from the elves.

The sword was dyed black, and the resentful magic in him had degenerated into the Berserker's Earth Sword.

He was originally the one and only perfect knight admired by everyone, and he was the flower that bloomed on the steep peaks of the knight's road. His figure and style were once the treasure of all knights and aspiring people.

And he was committed to madness. Red eyes rolled with abomination and roared like beasts.

He roared, I hate you.

He roared, I curse you.

How do you dodge the sword he wields with hatred?

Tears were hazy, and my legs bent weakly. Saber Artoria was all she could do at this time, and all she could do was protect her body before she received the fatal blow.

Lancelot Qing. Knight of the Lake. Now that I think about it, there are actually many clues that can see his true identity.

But even if she was aware of it, the original Saber Artoria would not admit it. How could he be the Knight of the Lake, who was so admired, that he would be a Berserker?

Saber Artoria originally believed that they were friends. Even if they meet each other for some unavoidable reason, their hearts are still the same. One side is the courtier who embodies the chivalry, and the other side is the king who embodies the chivalry.

However, is this kind of fetters just her naïve fantasy alone?

He has never forgiven, he cannot accept it. After he died, he was still cursing with resentment and such a tragic fate.

Lancelot and Gnavelle fall in love, but Artoria does not see the undeliverable injustice of the one who sees it, and it is all due to the king's concealment of his gender. The one who must bear this contradiction for the rest of his life is Gnevere.

Artoria understood the sacrifice in the city and thanked him. At the same time, there is also guilt in the play. But she was even relieved by Lancelot, the man who fell in love with her. This man, who shares Wang's ideals, will not plunge the country into crisis, and she believes that he will share the responsibility with her. And in fact, he did. Although he was troubled by stepping into the path of injustice, he still secretly supported Gnavier and supported the king.

The reason why it was exposed as a scandal was that the two had to stand in opposing positions, and it was also planned by those traitors who hated Camorote. Since Lancelot could not sit idly by while her beloved woman was killed, Artoria had to execute her as king.

No one is wrong, and it is precisely because everyone is right that tragedy has occurred. In this way, Artoria has always fought to the end as a king. So, in the face of that hill, the battlefield red with blood, she can argue with God about the injustice of fate.

If you follow the path of struggle and fail to get the right result, then it must be Heaven who is at fault.

Then if there is a holy grail that can achieve miracles, she can hold her head high forever. It is because of her conviction that she fights.

But-

Under the tireless onslaught of the indestructible lake, Saber Artoria's holy sword groaned. This sword of light, which promised victory, has long since lost its meaning in the hands of its owner, who has lost his fighting spirit. Berserker Lancelot kept scolding Saber Artoria for not being able to fight back and just blindly evading.

At this moment, Berserker Lancelot has completely liberated his true strength, and his swordsmanship is not at all comparable to the previous level. Even Saber Artoria in its heyday may not be able to resist its formidable momentum.

But in the face of the fierce attack of her opponent and the pain of her hands and feet, Saber Artoria was not moved at all, and the enemy's strength and ruthless attacks, which were several times higher than her own, were gradually disintegrating her spirit.

Ahh......h Is that what you intended?

So desperate for fate? Are you cursing hatred to bring you despair of kings and kingdoms?

We originally had the same dream, and we all put our lives on the line to save the country.

If there is no difference in our aspirations, then you will hide your hatred, do you regret it?

"Light Redemption Is Impossible to Lead ......"

No. Tell me it's not like that.

Lancelot. Only you. I hope you understand. Because you're the ideal knight.

I hope you'll nod your head in agreement, and I'm doing the right thing......

"Leaving behind the people who have lost their way and wanting to be saints alone......"

"Stop!!" Saber Artoria relied on the last of her sanity to block the falling black sword, and shouted with all her strength.

“…… Stop...... Please......"

With a whimper, Saber Artoria fell to her knees.

I can't move, I've reached the limit. There is no way to defend against the next attack. Perhaps, this is the only salvation.

Since he was so unwilling, so hateful—there was no other way to compensate for it than to use his body to take the sword from which he returned.

Just as Saber Artoria decided to give up resistance altogether, Berserker Lancelot stopped.

Because, the night of the wild goose died, and he died in the hands of Yuzhu of the Kuyuan Temple, and the Berserker Lancelot, who did not have the magic provided by the master, naturally had quite a lot of discomfort.

And in the silence of this abrupt visit, Saber Artoria's hand clearly felt the fading heartbeat of Berserker. The hilt of the sword was clenched in his hand, and the blade of the sword pierced through the black armor.

This result is so ironic that who could have predicted it?

In this moment, the victory and defeat were decided, and the shallow greed made Saber Artoria herself feel ashamed, and she couldn't help crying.

Knowing that she shouldn't have killed him, but she still killed this person who shouldn't have been killed, Saber is now just a captive of obsession, and all she wants is the miracle of the wish machine. That's the truest side of Saber at the moment.

"Even so, I'm going to get the Holy Grail." Teardrops fell on the trembling handarmor, mixed with the blood of the berserker as it slid down the blade. "If you don't, my friend...... If you don't, I can't make any compensation to you at all. ”

"I'm sorry, and, I'm sorry, I really appreciate it. Perhaps, I can only convey my thoughts in this way...... Actually, I wanted you to punish me personally. O king...... I wished you had asked me for your anger...... If you can sanction it...... If you can ask me for compensation...... Then I will also believe in the atonement...... I will definitely believe that one day I will find a way to forgive myself. …… The princess must be the same......"

This is the regret of a man and a woman. They had the same ideals as the king, but they were too weak to carry them out.

And these two men were not redeemed until they died. Because of the betrayal of the most important person, they blame themselves deeply, and this self-blame, they have carried it all their lives.

To whom should such suffering be addressed, and who should be blamed in order to be liberated?

With a deep sigh, Lancelot relaxed and collapsed into the arms of the Knight King. The body in his arms was light, and Saber couldn't help but feel his throat clogged. The servant's body, which was gradually disappearing, was almost weightless.

"In this form, in the end I borrowed the ...... from your chest," as if in a nap, the Knight of the Lake murmured and sighed calmly, "In the king's arms, the king's eyes died...... Haha, I'm just ...... like this Like a loyal knight......"

Berserker Lancelot, d.

The dark Holy Grail has arrived! (To be continued.) )