Even if they know the facts, they don't want to be sure, because everyone wants to assimilate that fact with their dreams in order to achieve their own wishes.

This is indeed a sad practice, like an inconspicuous flat boat struggling in a fierce torrent, but because of this, the world will not be so boring.

Fighting for the sake of wishes, fighting hard for ideals, whether it is the current person or the ancient king, all have the same thoughts and actions.

The facts here are unfolding in front of the two of them, it is the battle between the king and the king, and it is also the battle of the king who has conquered countless cities to the end.

Natsume could see that the king who was clear, clear, and fearless was galloping on his horse.

In the sky, a large number of golden weapons appeared, one, two, three, four, more and more people did not want to count them.

At the left end of the horizon, the body of the Hero King, who was standing in place and holding the obedient sword, did not make any movements, but just controlled those weapons and rushed towards the Conqueror King, Rider.

The spear began to shoot away, and the indomitable Rider did not flinch, giving orders, so that the horses under his crotch accelerated again, and the long sword in his hand pointed directly at the hero king.

The next moment, a spear pierced deep into the horse's neck, and the injured and fallen horse smashed directly to the ground, and Rider jumped down, raised his sword and began to run on his feet.

"Rider really radiated the king's will and conveyed his dreams to others."

Unlike herself, Natsume thought.

His voice was not heard by anyone, nor was it reached anywhere, only in his room. It keeps ringing in my ears.

Natsume admires such a person very much. It has nothing to do with his identity. It's just that I admire people who have such action and self-confidence.

With a sword in hand, use the blade to block an oncoming attack, bounce away, and continue running.

Some spears stabbed into the abdomen, blood splattered on the ground before disappearing into particles.

Without stopping, the blade flicked away, and the Heroic Spirit's quick reflexes and extremely strong combat ability were at a glance at this moment.

Running forward. The right-handed sword didn't stop swinging, colliding with the flying weapon and rubbing sparks and pushing it away, but countless weapons attacked again, and only Rider's leg and right rib were pierced by the weapon. The battle of the Heroic Spirits is fierce and exciting, announcing the limits that humans cannot reach.

Holding back the pain, Rider is like unscathed, leading other people's dreams forward.

Such a person is indeed enviable, but there are other options. Most people are not kings, so some withdrawal and obsession are understandable. Isn't that right? ”

Natsume is a selfish person, which he will admit himself.

Sharing is just an act that will bring down the current society and other people, and using your own things is the most correct choice.

However, at the moment, like Rider, Natsume now thinks that sharing is not bad, even if he originally took on the same responsibility as Saber, he can change it.

The Knight King could definitely change, and even if she wanted to save Britain, Natsume didn't think she might be able to repeat the mistakes of the past. What kind of new knight will the lonely king, who is the king of the fate of the kingdom, become?

Now, Rider, the King of Conquest, is approaching Archer, and the King of Heroes is still not moving.

Seeing that the distance had been closed, Rider looked at the long sword in his hand.

The sharp blade slashed down, and then! Stopped in mid-air, stopped a few centimeters above the Hero King's head, unable to move a single bit.

Wrapped around his body are chains that stick out from behind, holding Rider in place and blocking his means of attack.

So, the Hero King walked over, raised his right hand and obediently removed the sword, directly piercing the already scarred Rider's body, piercing him through the abdomen.

This time, Rider coughed loudly, blood spilling from the corners of his mouth.

But Natsume could see clearly, even if he failed, he was still smiling, not sad and resentful, but smiling.

The man who is looking forward to the sea at the end of the world seems to see the sea hidden in the thick fog at the moment.

The sound of the waves, the ebb and flow of the tide, as if he was in the scene, his expression was very serene.

"Is that the sea at the end of the world?"

Natsume looked at the smiling Rider, the sea at the end of the world may not be the real sea for him now, what Rider is pursuing at the moment is just a 'delusion' that reassures him and hopes.

But that's happiness, the king who left his subjects behind, and just left this world, Rider, confirmed to be defeated by Archer.

At this time, Archer walked to Weber, who was standing trembling in place, and could not hear their conversation here, but as expected, the hero king Archer let Weber go.

It is to let him tell the story of the conquering king, and let him fulfill his responsibilities as a courtier.

The closing stage was stamped with a new sign of failure and success.

"Archer is the strongest Heroic Spirit, it is very difficult to defeat him, and then, it is the stage of other places, what kind of ending will that disgusting Knight King be?"

There was a smell of banter all over his body, and Natsume and he came to the parking lot.

It is natural that the other party does not want to go to war with him, but Natsume will not act according to his will, and Natsume is more inclined to fight immediately than this unpleasant agent.

But no, he wanted to see Saber's battlefield.

As long as you win, you can get the Holy Grail to fulfill your wishes, and then you will be able to save this world line and your own world line.

The sparks that erupted from the stop came from the explosion of a car and the burning stones.

Berserker, who had lost his master, is currently fighting with what little magic he has left.

Those magic powers, presumably from the life of the wild goose, took the Master's death as a raw material for continued existence, and the man wrapped in gray-black armor let out a hoarse roar at Saber.

I hate, I hate, I hate, I hate, I hate, I hate, I hate, I hate.........!!!

Natsume knew very well that this knight named Lancelot was the knight who had taken the queen and hijacked the execution ground.

At that time, that kind of love was forbidden, and in the face of the weight of the state and other comrades of the round table, Lancelot finally chose to give up.

An inconclusive love affair is the beginning of sorrow, and Britain's saga around King Arthur is gradually coming to an end.

Unable to communicate, Saber aimed the blade in both hands at the enemy in front of him. (To be continued......)