Hardy walked among the ruins. This was a small city in his hometown. It was so small that it was only the size of a dot on the map. His name could not even be found on some Wikipedias, but it was such a city. , but it has become a meat grinder between government forces and rebels.
Being bombed, blasted, and burned... The air in the city is filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder smoke, and just breathing makes people's throats sting.
The sun no longer emits warm light, but is obscured by the pitch-black smoke, presenting a bloody halo, like a devil's eye, overlooking the wailing city.
Bodies lay scattered in the ruins. In addition to the fighting soldiers, there were more innocent civilians. Their mutilated corpses had already cooled down, and their godless eyes were staring at the blood-red sky.
Although it was stated before the battle that the people would be evacuated, where could they escape to?
Outside the city is endless yellow sand. The temperature difference between day and night is as high as dozens of degrees. People without protective measures all died in the yellow sand and became shriveled corpses in it.
Outside the yellow sand, there is still a raging battlefield. No matter where you go, you can't escape the cloud of war. Even if you can escape for a while, you will eventually be devoured by the monster "war".
So cry loudly, this is the only thing you can do;
So give up struggling, struggling is in vain;
So just pray quietly, hoping to enter the Lord’s heaven after death.
People think like this and are indifferent to the war outside, just waiting, waiting for the incoming artillery fire to take away their lives.
A philosopher once said that this world is hell, so this must be the deepest part of hell.
Does it really matter who controls the power of this country to the suffering people? They never care about this, they just linger and pant, looking forward to the fall of night and the rise of the sun the next day.
——Although this is meaningless.
No one can remember exactly when the war started. They can only listen to the remaining old people saying that their country once had glorious years.
Soft bread grows in the land, sweet honey flows in the rivers, and people live and work in peace and contentment. War is just a vague term, and no one knows what it means.
But something changed later. Because of the black liquid gold, the country was targeted and regarded as delicious and delicious fat. From then on, it took a turn for the worse, and the past life turned into smoke.
The war broke out at the instigation of people with ulterior motives, manipulated by the fire of foolish ambition, and they began to hunger for more.
From local wars to all-out wars, from soldiers to women and children... everything that can be used in the war has been dragged into this meat grinder. It is no longer important why the war broke out, because the war has completely broken out. .
Hatred has become the main theme of the war, and the war will never end unless the last person dies.
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Hardy was born in such a country. Unlike those who were trained as young soldiers and then treated as worthless cannon fodder, he had an innate and completely different magic talent.
It was precisely because of this magic talent that he was chosen by an old magician as his successor to learn magic.
What he studied was a magic system called "Animal Magic". This kind of magic is widely spread in the world. Unlike those magic inheritances that need to be studied to reach the root, this inheritance of "Animal Magic" is simply used to
The sharp edge of battle.
It's just that the road to learning animalistic magic is destined to be arduous. Sometimes he peels off the skin on his back to test his regeneration ability, and sometimes he puts his arm into a hot pot of oil.
Of course, physical training is only a trivial matter. The most dangerous thing about learning animal magic is mental breakdown, because using magic that absorbs the nature of beasts will inevitably gradually lose humanity.
But Hardy did not lose his sanity because of this. While learning animalistic magic, he was also learning meditation techniques from the East to maintain the purity of his spirit.
Finally, in his seventh year of learning animalistic magic, he received the inheritance of the magic seal because his master died.
Even a magician who can control the mysterious is so weak under modern weapons of mass destruction. The white phosphorus bomb burned his master's steel-like body after decades of training into coke.
The magic moment was partially destroyed.
Hadi inherited the identity of his master, worked for the government forces, and was responsible for eliminating the leaders of the rebels. Of course, he could not avoid fighting with other magicians during this period, and even narrowly escaped death many times.
His animalistic magic became more and more sophisticated, even surpassing his master and the original inheritor of the seal.
Not only the magic circuit, but also the nerves, muscles, bones connected to it, and even the brain are reshaped accordingly. Theoretically, the impact of animal nature is greater, which is enough for people to lose their intelligence as a human being and become a person who only knows how to follow instinct.
beast.
But Hardy did not. Not only was his will not eroded by animal nature, but it was constantly strengthened along with his footsteps.
Having witnessed so many sacrifices and so many tragedies, he knew that he could not stop the war with his own strength alone. This was not a problem that could be solved by killing a few leaders. Even if he killed all the rebels, the war would still be over.
It won't stop either.
Because there are more people controlling this war, they are like the ancient Roman nobles sitting in the Colosseum, watching the beasts below fighting for their lives, and then taking profits from their corpses.
When one beast falls, they will create a second beast to continue the fight.
If you want to end this fighting, it is not enough to kill the beast, you must also cut off the tragic chain.
But reality is not a fairy tale. In a modern society where mystery is fading day by day, the mysteries that magicians can control are far from being able to compete with modern war machines. It is not enough to just have will, you also need the power to implement this will.
Hadi kept running around, trying to find a complete solution to the war, until not long ago he went to Egypt, visited a local prophet with future vision, and learned of the existence of the Holy Grail.
If you can obtain the Holy Grail, you can make a wish to it. The Holy Grail is also a universal wish-making machine. No matter what kind of wish you have, it will be realized. It is a true miracle.
Maybe to save his country, he can only believe in miracles.
Hardy believed in this miracle. He traveled thousands of miles to this far east place, summoned a Servant, and became the Master in the Holy Grail War.
He believed that he could obtain the Holy Grail, but he failed. The world in front of him fell apart and returned to nothingness. He also fell with it, falling into the deep and endless darkness.