In This Future World Full of Heroic Spirits

"This was cut for the Kuran big dog!"

The blood splashed, and the bones could be seen deep, and Rosen disappeared again, letting the sharp blade slashed indiscriminately cut through the afterimage.

"This was cut for Attila and the others!"

The original left arm flew into the sky, just like those fallen heroic spirits who were eroded and died in Rosen's hands. They may have various desires, but the root cause is still bewitched.

"I'm going to kill you!!" The feeling of not being able to fight back made Yuan Chu completely mad, and he cut through the afterimage again, and then the knife light kept going.

Compared with the present world, the sword energy can only be counted as small, leaving deep scars inside, and the man shuttled through the sword net like a fly, his sword was pushed aside by the long sword, and he stepped sideways on his upper body, the hilt of the sword was inverted and smashed. original face.

One, two, three...

The swordsmanship of the standard Europa knight kept smashing, and the original kept retreating, only to feel that his face was scarlet, and his heart was filled with humiliation that had not disappeared since the war began.

Godly!How is it like a street hooligan fight! ?

What Rosen wants is this feeling. It is not suitable for the splendid light cannon to evaporate, just to let the gods above and above experience the fighting style of humble humans!

With a swipe of the sword, his back arched, and he fell over his shoulders and threw Yuan Chu on the ground, while he sat on the opponent's waist, his long sword held high.

"Then it was cut for me!"

"Just because of your shit, I have tossed for decades!"

Swah——

The blade of the sword pierced through the chest and nailed it to the hard ground. The red blood of the gods spread on the floor. Holding the hilt of the sword firmly suppressed the original Rosen gasping for breath, and suddenly recalled.

Yes, I seem to be playing with my phone under the covers...

The end reminded me of the beginning, like a snake on its tail, ironically, it was useless to think of it, because the ultimate enemy was under him, trembling constantly.

"You still can't kill me!" Yuan Chu's limbs trembled, as if crawling, and the scars on his chest gradually closed in the remaining energy.

"Don't be so troublesome."

Rosen leaned down and inserted his hand into its heart, and the Holy Grail of Blood was gradually emerging from the mental fluctuations.

"Don't forget, you haven't had time to break it down, do you have any last words?"

Feeling that the bomb in the chest is being activated, the original face turns from red to blue, and then from blue to black, and the fire of energy in the eye socket is burning, and I don't know how many thoughts flowed for a while.

"I...I curse you!!!"

"Understood." Rosen nodded, clenching his palms tightly before the legalized curse hit, as if to burst the heart of fate!

Countless blood red rose into the sky, forming a light group that illuminated the huge palace in a crimson color. After a while, the light that reached the dome began to shrink towards the center again.Rosen opened his narrowed eyes, only to see:

The long sword that pierced the earth, the vaporized blood of God, and the Holy Grail of blood that glowed red in his hand.

It turns out that the cup is the heart.

He nodded, threw the cup aside, like throwing out a piece of garbage, and then stood up tiredly, the energy remained the same, and the mind became extremely empty.

It's over, it's over.

The badly damaged hall is slowly repairing itself, and the sound of the wind is blowing in from the gap, wandering in the hall like a ghost.

Rosen looked at the throne above the stairs overlooking everything, walked towards it step by step, and sat at the top of the stairs.

Snapped.

The lighter became the only light in the darkness, and Rosen exhaled white smoke and looked around the darkness.For a long time, he scratched his hair.

"How to go back?"

He didn't know the way back, but one thing was certain:

When entering the origin, the passage is closed, and some people are waiting to hack themselves to death when they sharpen their knives. . . .

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December 2018, the second era of the new era.

The long snowflakes in winter have turned the Alps into a silver-clad world. As a former devil's cave, a strategic location fought by several countries, and later the headquarters of Chaldea, a super-large organization across the world, there are no monsters here. Traces, even factories and turrets have been dismantled, and the people of Europa, whose population has doubled due to prolific birth, often come to the mountains.

Well, it's almost like a certain red tour.

The grass next to Lake Zurich is full of tombstones, and there is no end at a glance. These are the soldiers who died in the final battle ten years ago. , magicians and ordinary humans, all are the same specifications.

There are no corpses, all of them are tombs of robes and crowns. There may be different strengths before death, but they do the same thing, and they also fall into eternal sleep after death.

All the tombstones spread out in a circle, with a sculpture standing in the center of the circle, about three meters high, which was cast by the former Roman emperor Nero with holy spar.

The statue is faceless, and it is vaguely recognizable from the body shape that it is a man. He is looking out at the lake and seems to be waiting.The mourners who came and went in the cemetery were all guessing who the sculpture was, but Nero didn't leave any clues. Over time, it was passed down as the "Unknown Soldier" sculpture to comfort the hundreds of millions of people who fought against monsters in the old days. warrior.

A man in a black uniform who has lost his right arm stands under the sculpture, and he comes here every week to lay a wreath on a tombstone and stare in silence.

"Staying here again, Shirou."

The black-haired woman approached, looked at the sculpture and shook her head: "It's all rumors. Although Lord Nero didn't say it explicitly, it must be based on His Majesty Rosen."

"I prefer the rumor of the 'Unknown Soldier'." The man turned his head, showing a face of vicissitudes.With long and narrow scars and an empty right arm, as one of the few surviving humans in the final battle, he seemed to have experienced a dream, as his father's epitaph said:

The most ordinary people make the greatest things.

Compared with those heroic spirits who are written in textbooks and will be handed down forever, these warriors are only casualties, and no one will mention them when they die in the brilliant light.