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Imprinted in front of my eyes, this is a dark red land, except for the dark red, it is the sand blowing in the air, other than that, there is no color left.

There is neither the sun nor the moon in the sky. The rings of Venus and Jupiter are easy to recognize. They are very close to the sky. Everything about the solar system is infinitely shortened to the original distance from the moon to the earth. Closer than the moon.

[This world...what the hell happened? 】Weston was lying on the body of something soft, and he was surprised to see all this. He couldn't see any similarity between this place and the earth.

There are many Heroic Spirits who have the same idea as him.

"Is this your world? Juggernaut."

Desolate, lonely, full of death, hopeless... This is probably their first impression of this world.

Covered by the sandstorm, except for the outlines of celestial bodies in the sky, they can only see the people around each other clearly.

"It's a heinous crime to call me into such a world, you!" Mordred snorted unhappily.

"Red Saber, don't try to refute your Master." Artoria said.

Mordred snorted angrily: "Are you still pretending not to recognize my existence? Arthur. Here I am the red Saber, and Siegfried is the black Saber. Then what are you? Even the faction doesn't make sense. Right? The third Saber. It sounds confusing, it might as well be called by her real name. Besides, my Master is not him!"

The disdain on the rebellious daughter's face seemed to be against her on purpose.Arturia showed a helpless expression and didn't speak any more.

"I don't think you need to quarrel, it's really annoying!" Semiramis said first, frowning.

Her expression was full of doubts.

As if confirming something, she stretched out her hand and opened a purple magic circle, then immediately made it disappear, then used it again, and disappeared again.

After repeated experiments like this ten times, her expression finally showed a hint of clarity, but it was followed by great confusion.

She turned her eyes to Weston lying on the ground: "How do you feel now?"

Weston thought, shaking his head.

Semiramis bit her thumb. This seductive poisonous woman also lost her usual mocking expression, leaving only doubts about the current world.

"Is it my illusion? I feel that the magic power in my body is rapidly disappearing. Moreover, there is no sign of replenishment."

"Then your idea of ​​dominating this world will come to naught." Achilles sneered mercilessly.

"Achilles, don't you feel that way?" Semiramis said with a smile.

"what?"

"You should have experienced the age of the gods in our world, right? When magicians used magic at that time, it was not as complicated as it is now to use a large-scale magic. The magicians of that era probably would not have thought of the later magic. As long as the masters know a little magic from the Age of Gods, they can almost stand in the top ranks of magicians. And just like that result; the magicians of the Age of Gods will not think about the situation of the magicians after them, and modern magicians will not think about the situation of the magicians after them. Does the world still have magic power. And so on - what if this world is a complete Dharma-ending era?" Semiramis said.

Karna, Siegfried, and Chiron on one side did not speak.The moment they arrived in this world, they already felt gravity, magic power and other things that are closely related to their battles, which were completely different from when they were summoned in the original world.

They have already experienced the feeling that Semiramis said, but they don't think it will be as absolute as she said.

"We all rely on magic power to appear in the world. The fundamental problem is that we still feed on magic power and souls! If you lose your magic power, do you know what it means in this world?" Semiramis said further.

"What you estimated is only this one location. There are no other places and there is no possibility of mana filling. It is too arbitrary to directly make a judgment of [no magic power] on this world." Chiron shook his head and said.

"As the oldest poison killer, you wouldn't be so kind, would you? You just mentioned this on purpose." Atalanta snorted.

Regarding this hypocritical female huntress who is in the same situation as her, Semiramis chuckled: "This is really a kind reminder to you. If you want to leave this world, leave the bondage of this father and daughter and directly use magic power Until it runs out!"

"In that case, what good is it for you?"

"Who knows..." Semiramis would not say that she would counterattack again when the group of guys bound by the Command Seal left.

This is no longer the original world, and a 'special existence' like her is no longer bound by the Great Holy Grail.

From her estimation, it seems that this world cannot replenish magic power.For 'some' reason, she wasn't called back to the Seat of Valor for being disconnected from the Great Grail.

It is to cross the world to reach another world, and the rules have changed.Or is she just special?

For what reason, Semiramis also vaguely guessed that the man could infect the heroic spirits with his own blood, let alone his life essence?She guessed that this was the only possibility.

That's right...after these heroic spirits leave, she will ascend the throne again.

There is no way to use the magic power, which proves that they will return to the most primitive battle. Holding a stick is not as subtle as her 'poison killing'.

This is the 'God's World' that dominates the world they live in. If she dominates this place, the original world will also be under her control...

……

Under the ground less than a few meters away.

"Weston, will you get up from me?" whispered Joan, blushing.

In the original world, all the heroic spirits lost control and were torn apart after releasing the ultimate ultimate move.At that time, all existences were absorbed into it, and she was sucked into it without exception, and then subconsciously grabbed the people around her.

But when she came out, why was she pushed down by the other party?The sandstorm roared all around, and it was too much for Weston not to realize she was down there.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Weston rubbed the other's chest reluctantly, and stood up naturally.

The two stood up one after another and patted the dust off their bodies.

Joan of Arc touched the remaining traces of dark red soil under her legs, put it between her nose and sniffed it for a moment: "This is... the smell of blood."

These dark reds mixed with soil, at least in terms of age, have passed for a long time.

She glanced at the ground, stretching all the way to the invisible place, the endless crimson continent.If this is all blood, how many people should have died...

His eyes turned to Weston involuntarily, and there was a trace of pity in his pupils who said nothing.

Weston shook his head with a smile: "You don't need to look at me like this, actually I'm not very clear about this situation."