In some novels, when you see some scene, you will be "stirred up in your heart" and "shocked beyond measure".
Are there really such magnificent psychological fluctuations?
Actually...not really.
Yi Lin leaned over the scorched earth and dug out a handful of earth with her fingers.
The soil exudes a faint smell of blood.
I don't know how many bodies were buried under this soil.
Yi Lin flicked the scorched earth on his fingertips into the air, then turned around, looked into Gilgamesh's golden eyes, and said calmly: "So, you have 'seen' the outcome of this war."
Gilgamesh disdained: "Don't expect to use your 'measuring' to measure my king's power."
Yilin ignored the irony in King Gilgamesh's words.
He thought for a moment.
Shaking his head, he said: "Impossible."
"Um?"
Gilgamesh's eyes twitched.
He doesn't like disobedience.
I don't like to refute either.
But this time, the proud and wise king remained silent.
"I come from five thousand years later, and the era I live in is your future. For five thousand years, with such huge information, no matter how strong you are, you are just a human being. It is impossible for you to see five thousand years clearly.
years to come.”
"Ha." Gilgamesh sneered, but did not deny it.
"More likely, you can only read some fragments, or 'trends' of specific events."
"Very good." Gilgamesh praised in admiration: "No matter how disadvantaged we are, human beings always have hope. No matter how slim this hope is, the people of "Xi" will never give up easily."
"where is she?"
It was rare to have a face-to-face conversation with Gilgamesh, so Yi Lin quickly took the time to ask for the information she wanted to know.
Gilgamesh raised his head and looked at the ferocious crack in the sky, his face darkening: "Hope, it's somewhere we can't touch."
"Is she still alive?"
"She is a god."
"Gods can die too."
Gilgamesh sneered again: "If you die, you are not a god."
"I saw a god die under certain circumstances."
Yilin refers to Ouranos.
He witnessed with his own eyes the destruction of that world.
God can fail, die, and shed tears. God is not omnipotent.
Gilgamesh shook his head, he did not intend to dwell on this topic.
Everything he could see was scorched earth. Gilgamesh turned around, his strong back showing a bit of silent desolation.
After a while.
The two of them were silent.
Gilgamesh turned his back to Yi Lin and waved his hand: "Go back, weak heroic spirit. Remember, what you see with your own eyes is only 'your future', not 'Uruk's future'."
What's the meaning?
Yi Lin's expression was slightly stunned.
I hate the Riddler the most.
But as soon as he blinked, Gilgamesh disappeared out of thin air in front of him.
Like a gust of wind.
Come and go without a trace.
Yi Lin turned around and scanned the earth and sky. He could already use the existing clues and roughly reason to figure out the story that happened on this land and in the sky five thousand years ago. But what is the ending of the story?
?
suddenly,
In the deserted land,
Yi Lin is alone.
His limbs felt cold, his lips were numb, and the tip of his tongue was dry.
A terrifying speculation emerged in Yi Lin's mind uncontrollably.
"Could this be... the Twilight of the Gods?"
…
Gilgamesh left first.
It seemed like he had never left.
According to reliable sources, the wise king has been in the palace, working diligently and handling Uruk affairs.
Yi Lin and others returned to "Tiangong Uruk" one after another.
This is a continent floating in the sky.
When Yi Lin informed others of the situation on the ground.
Kotomine expressed disbelief.
But when you see it with your own eyes, you have to believe it.
Finally, Kotomine Taoshi, an orthodox magician from the Wandering Sea, and Michelle came to a reliable conclusion after discussion.
This singularity is most likely a "world container" that exists in "fantasy" and does not exist in "reality". It is a "world container" that was separated by the power of the Holy Grail.
"So, in fact, the "age of gods" does not exist."
Kotomine is fair and feels that this is the most reliable interpretation of all this.
There is no other possibility.
Logically speaking, if this floating continent really exists, how could it not be discovered?
Five thousand years.
Five thousand years of days and nights are enough to distort all kinds of "historical facts" to the point where even my grandmother doesn't recognize it.
Maybe, in real history, the fifth king of the Uruk civilization was a beautiful woman, not necessarily a handsome man like Gilgamesh.
History is always written by humans. As long as history is wrong, no one can go back and distinguish right from wrong.
After returning to Uruk, no one dared to stay away from each other.
Because the threat posed by that shadow can be described as devastating.
Six heroic spirits were in the same room, leaning against the wall and taking a short rest.
Fighting from day to night, and then to early morning, even though they came to Uruk as heroic spirits, they were still humans in essence. As long as they were humans, they would be tired.
No one knows what will happen next. Therefore, in order to survive, including Yi Lin, everyone is adjusting their physical condition to the best possible condition, and no one dares to relax and be careless.
Until noon.
The six heroic spirits closed their eyes and took a nap, only entering a light sleep and resting for a few hours.
The loud horn sounded, awakening the six heroic spirits from their sleep.
Yi Lin actually didn't fall asleep.
He was thinking over and over again in his mind.
Thinking about Uruk.
Thinking about what Gilgamesh said on the scorched earth.
He had silently chanted Xiao Xi's name countless times in his heart, and even used the tried-and-tested delicacy temptation on Miriam, but the proud goddess had no response.
Is it because Xiao Xi in this era is not familiar with him, so she is too lazy to talk to him?
Amidst the loud sound of the horn, Yi Lin reluctantly opened her eyes.
They simply washed their faces with water and walked out of the temple as quickly as possible.
The city was already immersed in the solemn atmosphere on the eve of the war.
Groups of soldiers with solemn and solemn faces lined up neatly and walked out of the city with neat steps without hesitation.
Neat war songs were sung, and the prayers were continuous. Together with the footsteps, they intertwined into a tragic epic.
The war songs they sang were in the ancient Uruk language. The sonorous singing made Yilin, who had a cold personality, be infected. She walked to the city wall with Miriam as fast as possible.
It was clearly noon at this time.
The sky looked dark and dull.
The Tiangong Continent where the city of Uruk is located floats above the clouds. There are no clouds in the sky, but the sky seems to be covered with a layer of shadow, pressing down on the top of the city of Uruk like a pot lid.
People create the illusion of being unable to breathe out of thin air.
"coming!"
On the city wall, everyone's eyes froze.
A black rain seemed to fall from the cracks in the sky.
Thousands of monsters come from the sky.
But after the first two siege battles, these dense mobs, tens of thousands of them, could no longer move the heroic spirits, soldiers, and King Gilgamesh.
What really moved them were the six black figures in front of the herd!
They were all in pitch black, with different heights. Some wore pitch black armor and held long swords, some held spears, some held hammers, and some...wait, is that a mobile phone?
On the opposite side, there are six figures in total who stand out among the monsters like chickens!
The densely packed herd of beasts turned a deaf ear to the six black figures and rushed past them.
"It's a heroic spirit."
King Gilgamesh said softly, confirming the identity of the "general" opposite him.
It’s a heroic spirit!
This is no longer a question of eighth or ninth place.
In addition to the "Assassin" who stabbed the red hair to death in the first place, seven heroic spirits also appeared on the opposite side!
In other words, including the red-haired one whose grave has been stepped on, there are a total of fourteen heroic spirits summoned by the Holy Grail in this era during the battle of Uruk City on the heavenly continent!
This is the real Holy Grail War!
Seven heroic spirits VS seven heroic spirits!
"Plop!"
Justice Kotomine was dumbfounded and sat down on the wall.
But soon, he stood up again, activated the golden magic eye, and extravagantly used the epic light bulb magic eye as a telescope.
Although he expected that it would not be strange for an eighth Heroic Spirit to appear in a serious Holy Grail War. But what he never expected was that the number of Heroic Spirits on this battlefield had reached an unprecedented fourteen!
Fourteen heroic spirits!
What kind of Holy Grail can summon fourteen heroic spirits, you bastard!
This is simply impossible!
"impossible!"
He was thinking in his heart, but on the surface he couldn't hold back any longer and spoke out what was in his heart.
"Crack!"
"Crack!"
"Crack!"
In the calm sky, a harsh snapping sound suddenly sounded.
Everyone's expressions changed slightly, and they saw little flashes of lightning gathering directly above the city of Uruk.
In the blink of an eye, the concentrated lightning formed a black thundercloud, and there was a terrifying sound of thunder brewing in the thundercloud.
"Nice attack!"
On the battlefield, Gilgamesh was in high spirits. He took out the stone tablet and his eyes turned golden.
When everyone thought he was finally ready to take action, they didn't expect Gilgamesh to directly name him:
"Caster, come on."
Yi Lin called him a good guy in his heart.
But now, it was not his turn to continue. At the critical moment, Yi Lin, wearing a dark magician's robe, floated up, wearing a hanging ring on his hand, and stretched out five fingers above his head.
The surging magic power surged in Yilin's body.
For the first time, he personally experienced the feeling of spiritual energy... ah no, the feeling of magic power circulating in the body.
This feeling was extremely clear, like a rhythm, singing a cheerful song along with his movements.
In modern times, magic power is thin, and Yi Lin's skills rely entirely on spiritual energy. But this time, he is in the age of gods with rich magic power, and his whole person seems to be immersed in a sea of magic power. This feeling makes Yi Lin feel like he is from time to time.
The illusion that I can tear heroic spirits apart with my bare hands... No, I want to tear ten of them apart!
The current scene is not optimistic, but Yi Lin can't help but say: It's so cool!
happy!
"bring it on!"
Circle it!
Layers of magic lines vibrated between Yi Lin's wrists.
As Yi Lin drew circles, a huge space wormhole appeared above the city of Uruk.
Yi Lin was in the air, raised up, stepped on the world, and opened a super large teleportation circle with a diameter of several hundred meters with her backhand!
boom!
boom!!
boom!!!
boom!!!!
Raging waves and thunder crashed from the dark clouds.
But the terrifying thunderbolts had no chance of landing on Uruk City.
Yi Lin casually punched in the coordinates, and the power of thunder traveled through the wormhole, and Yi Lin teleported him to an unknown part of the world.
Dazzling light shines on the earth.
Thunder after thunder roared in the sky.
But Yi Lin, with one person and one hand, blocked the power of thunder that could be called a natural disaster!
The Uruk soldiers recovered from the shock. After the shock, their morale soared.
At the edge of the city wall of Uruk, they shouted loudly about Yilin's rank:
"Caster!"
"Caster!"
"Caster!"
Not only the melee soldiers, but also the Uruk court priests were so shocked by Yi Lin's move that the corners of their mouths twitched.
How could such outrageous magic be developed in later generations?
After a moment,
Thunder struck a round.
The city of Uruk remained unscathed.
"Kakaka-"
On the city wall behind Uruk, a fort with a domineering shape emerges from a hidden grid.
A total of three hundred and sixty special magic cannons fired a salvo at the enemy camp.
"Dingir (divine seal)!"
As he chanted, circles of golden light rippled around Gilgamesh.
At this moment, Gilgamesh looked like a god descending to earth, looking majestic and majestic.
The divine seal is the secret weapon for defending the city of Uruk!
Three hundred and sixty rays, like laser cannons, fell on the enemy without aiming.
The journey of nearly ten kilometers is here in the blink of an eye.
There is no need to aim now. Outside the city of Uruk, there are all enemy troops. Just shoot a few blindly and indiscriminately.
This time, the enemy seems to have learned the lessons of the previous two times.
They no longer disperse their forces and attack from all sides.
Instead, they chose the flattest direction of the plain, gathered all their forces, and launched a strong general attack on the city of Uruk.
It seems to be saying that this wave of attacks will destroy the city of Uruk!
The ground is filled with galloping beasts.
There are magic eyes on the beasts.
In the sky are strange creatures with wings and emitting green gas.
The air force and army are pressing forward at the same time.
This order of magnitude far exceeds the number of soldiers in Uruk City.
But the next moment,
No one is afraid,
no one flinched,
No one shudders!
"Go, my fearless soldiers, charge for Uruk, for "Xi", and for the continued survival of mankind!"
On the city wall, Gilgamesh looked stern and waved his hand, giving the command to charge.
charge!
The loud war song sounded, and the neat military formations, taking determined steps, launched a charge towards the plains.
After the death of Red Hair, there were only three heroic spirits left in Uruk who were good at melee combat. They became the leaders of the soldiers, charging forward.
Generally speaking, the apostles would never do such stupid things. But there was no way, the red-haired experience was still vivid in their minds, and none of them wanted to. Gilgamesh found any reason to string them on chains and hang them.
Hit it to show the public and serve as a warning to others.
The roar of thunder lit up the horn of charge. This was like a signal, and the alien army also launched an attack.
After solving this wave of super large magic, Yi Lin was shocked, but he returned to the city wall with a calm expression, staring at the six dark figures in the distance.
Today, the biggest challenge is not these miscellaneous soldiers, but the heroic spirits on the opposite side!
Seven heroic spirits!
The thunderbolt just now was obviously released by the magician heroic spirit on the opposite side. If Yilin didn't have the magic to open the portal, this wave of attacks would have fallen on the city of Uruk, and the casualties would have been incalculable. This kind of
Magic of this magnitude is definitely not something that humans can easily cast. Obviously, the heroic spirit on the opposite side is a serious heroic spirit. It has also been strengthened by the Holy Grail and the Heroic Spirit Seat.
"How can it be?"
Yi Lin frowned, thinking about this problem.
He did not forget that the reason why they came here was because of Secia von Einzbern. After coming to this era, Secia never appeared again, which also became a layer of mystery on the battlefield.
The haze makes people have to guard against it.
yes,
Kotomine's fair reaction was not surprising.
Logically speaking, this is impossible.
The seven of them were summoned from Gilgamesh's Holy Grail.
But where did the opponent's seven heroic spirits come from?
When the impossible has become possible, everything has become reality.
Then, there must be a reason for this.
There must be some reason to explain this situation.
After all the impossible answers have been eliminated one by one, there is only one possibility left. No matter how absurd, outrageous, or exaggerated it is, it is very likely to be the only answer.
After a while,
Yi Lin suddenly realized: "In this era, there is still a second Holy Grail!"