875 Independent of Jianqiu, this life has no meaning
In the cabin by the lake, Fujibayashi Xing and Gui Daisy crossed their arms and stomped their feet lightly, a little absent-minded. Tachibana Kanade stared blankly ahead, and Cirno was flying around in the air, unable to rest for a moment.
"Have a good rest and prepare for the next battle." At this moment, a powerful voice sounded in their ears, and the four girls looked over reflexively.
"Battle?" Teng Linxing jumped up with a loud voice, his tone was exciting, "Battle of Sword Fence?!" []
Lin Luo shook his head, "No, we don't have to intervene in that war."
"Can you really rest assured?" Gui Daiju asked uneasily. What Vivian said just now taught them a hard lesson and made them understand what history is. However, although the truth of history is very different from the legend, history
The trends are almost the same. Even if Artoria is the host, she may not be able to resist the trend of history, right?
In their opinion, Lin Luo's behavior this time was really inconsistent with his usual style.
However, Lin Luo smiled calmly, "Whether you feel reassured or not is not the important point. The important thing is how to choose and believe. At least I believe it."
The world does not revolve around him alone. He wants to create history, but in fact he does not need to create history at all. Countless people are connected by fetters, and history has been formed. He is not the protagonist in history, only history.
It is just a bunch of inconspicuous waves in the vast ocean, which can only affect some minor details at most.
At this moment, the waves have fallen into the sea. There is no need for him to step onto the big stage of history. Whether it is Hades or Lin Luo, let them all disappear in the historical torrent of this era.
But he believes that even if he does nothing, the established history will not change. Everything has begun to end, and it is also the starting point of another history.
"Then what battle are we preparing for?" Fujibayashi asked.
"It's very simple." Lin Luo walked out, looking through the blue-white sky into the distance, as if he wanted to penetrate it, "protect our own trajectory."
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The same sky has different colors. What Lin Luo saw was a free and vast blue, but what Artoria saw was a desperate and gloomy gray.
When she and Bedivere rushed to the sword fence, the war had already broken out. The two warring parties were knights who had resisted foreign enemies together, protected the country, and regarded each other as brothers and sisters.
These knights once swore to follow her to the death, and under her leadership they were invincible. Every victory symbolized glory, every journey was glorious, and every triumph was praised by the people. They are
The patron saint of the country is the hero of the people, exuding a light that no one can match.
But at this moment, Arturia couldn't see the light of heroes in them. All she could see was the embarrassment and screams, and the hopeless screams... The spirit of chivalry had become weak in this fratricidal war.
Nothingness and mist. Even heaven and earth seemed to feel sorrow for this war. It rained heavily, and the rain mixed with blood flowed on the ground, exuding a fishy stench that made people afraid to approach.
Arturia stood far away from the battlefield and did not immediately rush to stop the war. Originally she thought she could stop it, but now she realized that no matter how loud she shouted, she could not stop the two sides in the battlefield from fighting each other.
Fight.
She did not immediately rush into the battlefield to kill the rebels, because there was no morality in this war. Both sides were just fighting for the sake of fighting and killing for the sake of killing, and had nothing to do with the people and the country.
The knights who accused King Arthur of being a rebel had no belief in protecting the country, only a naked desire to kill the enemy. They were no longer heroes, but just executioners. The knights who still followed the king screamed, the king's wrong command and wrong
The judgment put them into an unprecedented predicament, and even they began to doubt. They even lost sight of the king shortly after the battle began. Why were they fighting?
There are a few knights who still believe in the king, and their voices are insignificant in this war.
The little hope that was originally there has disappeared in this chaotic war.
Looking at this miserable war, Artoria suddenly remembered a war that violated the spirit of chivalry. It was in that war that the Sword in the Stone was defiled and broken. It was also the only victory in her life.
There is no joy in war.
"My king..." There was an unmistakable sadness in Bedivere's deep voice. She didn't need to look at the king's face to know how sad he was in his heart at this moment.
"I'm fine, Bedivere." Arturia's voice trembled, and she closed her eyes gently. After a moment, she opened them again, determination appearing on her face washed by the rain, "Since my country is no longer
If you need me again, since my people no longer need me, since my knight has left me, since everything I protect can no longer bring happiness to everyone, then... I am the one who founded this country, and I am the one who founded this country.
Let me destroy this country!"
"The last time!"
The girl raised the holy sword in her hand high.
"In the name of King Arthur!"
State your name openly and honestly.
"Fight for my country and my people!"
Charge into the battlefield headlong.
"Destroy it with your own hands!"
The dazzling sword of the king slashed at the knight who was guarding her and was guarded by her. In the horrified gaze of the knight, it struck his body. Amidst the screams, blood spurted out and the knight fell to the ground.
"king!"
Arturia's sudden appearance made the knights of the old empire, which had already been in defeat, scream in surprise, once again igniting the hope of victory. At the same time, it also shocked the knights of the new empire, but instead of fear, they became more fierce.
The attack came up.
The battle between the two parties became more intense because of Artoria's participation. There was no confusion, no hesitation, and no mercy. There was only one thought in everyone's mind... kill!
There were sounds of fighting one after another, screams one after another, blood spurting out of the body and making painful sounds, guns and swords clashing with each other making harsh sounds, and the heavy rain falling from the dark sky made a cry-like sound...
There are no heroes on this battlefield!
The earth was stained with blood, and the sky was shrouded in residual clouds. Just like Artoria's heart, it was full of despair and lamentation. But even if her heart was filled with bitterness, her movements did not pause at all, and she would still be sacred.
The holy sword slashed at the knights who had followed her. Every time she cut down a knight, she would silently recite a name in her heart... that was the name of the knight she killed with her own hands!
When Arturia came back to her senses, she found that she was standing on a sword hill, which was composed of the corpses of enemies. These corpses were either complete or incomplete, and some had broken limbs or even incapacitated arms.
To tell who belongs to them, there is still a lot of blood flowing freely on this pile of corpses, sliding through the cold swords standing like thorns, exuding a dazzling scarlet color and a pungent stench.
Her body was dyed red with blood. She looked up and saw that there were no more enemies to kill around her. Looking back, she saw that the knights who were following her before were no longer there. She didn't even know where they fell.
I have never seen it. All I can see is the intertwined blood, corpses and swords... the Shura Field!
"Is this what you want?"
Staring at this Shura field, Artoria did not feel the joy of victory, nor the pain and exhaustion caused by the injuries on her body. There was only endless emptiness and confusion in her eyes, and she asked herself.
Even the piercing pain seemed insignificant before this question.
She still remembered what Merlin said to her when she got the Holy Sword: The Holy Sword can indeed bring you unstoppable victory, but only the power of attack cannot protect the country. As a king, if you are not aware of protection,
Its own importance can only lead to the country's demise in the end.
Looking back, she finally understood that although Morgan was responsible for the occurrence of today's war, in the final analysis, the cause still lay with herself.
She once thought that she could protect the country with just the sword in her hand, make perfect judgments like a machine, and be a perfect king. However, she never considered that what the country needs is not a perfect king, but ordinary people.
She cannot understand the perfect king. Similarly, the perfect king cannot understand what ordinary people need. The gap in beliefs leads to the breakup between her and her subjects, as well as the disputes between the knights of the Round Table. Therefore, Morgan
There is an opportunity to take advantage of.
If what that false king did were done to her, wouldn't she do the same thing?
She has been wrong since she wanted to be a perfect king. After that, no matter how perfect her judgment was, she just went further and further down the wrong path.
Today's battle is the best proof that she won the war but lost her life.
My body is made of steel, my heart is as solid as ice and cold stone.
He has been on the battlefield for ten years without any defeat or retreat.
However, despite his invincible appearance, he is still praised by the world.
However, it has never been understood by others.
Standing independently on the sword hill, immersed in victory.
This life is meaningless.
The belief that Arturia had pursued throughout her life was shattered at this moment!
"Finally you and I are the only ones left." At this moment, a familiar voice came to Artoria's ears. She raised her eyes and saw Mordred walking towards her with a long sword in hand.
Artoria's empty eyes became brighter at this moment... No, her life has not been completely defeated, and she still has something to protect, not as King Arthur, but as Artoria,
As a wife and mother!
I still have a goal to strive for in my life!
Raising the holy sword soaked in the knight's blood, Artoria stared at the visitor.
