The Book of Maiden Contract

In the lakeside cottage, Tenglin Xing and Gui Daisy stomped their feet lightly with their arms around their chests. Lihua stared at the front in a daze. Cirno flew around in mid-air, feeling uneasy for a moment.

"Take a good rest and prepare for the next battle." At this moment, a powerful voice rang in their ears, and the four girls reflexively looked over.

"Fighting?" Fujibayashi Xingteng jumped up with excitement, "Sword fence battle?!"

Lin Luo shook his head, "No, we don't have to intervene in that war."

"Can you really rest assured?" Gui Daisy asked uneasyly. What Vivienne said just now gave them a severe lesson, letting them understand what history is, but although the truth of history is very different from the legend, history However, the direction of Altria is almost the same. Even the host may not be able to resist the trend of history, right?

Lin Luo's approach this time, in their opinion, is really not in line with his usual style.

However, Lin Luo smiled indifferently, "Whether you feel relieved or not is not the 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, history does not need him to create. The fetters of countless people are linked together, and then history has been formed. He is not the protagonist in history. It's just a bunch of humble waves in the vast ocean, which can only affect minor details at best.

At this moment, the waves have fallen into the sea, and he does not need to go to the big stage of history again, whether it is Hades or Lin Luo, let them all disappear into the historical torrent of this era.

But he believes that even if he does nothing, the established history will not change. Everything has already begun to end, and it is also the starting point of another piece of history.

"Then what are we going to prepare for the battle?" Fujibayashi asked.

"It's very simple." Lin Luo walked out, looking through the blue and white sky, looking into the distance, as if he wanted to penetrate it, "protect our own trajectory."

...

The same sky has different colors. What Lin Luo sees is a free and vast blue, but what Altria sees is a desperate and gloomy gray.

When she and Bediwell arrived at the sword fence, the war had broken out. The two fighting parties were knights who had resisted foreign enemies and guarded the country together, and regarded each other as brothers and sisters.

These knights used to follow her to the death, and under her leadership, they were invincible and invincible. Every victory was a symbol of glory, every journey was brilliant, and every triumph was praised by the people. They are the patron saint of the country and the heroes of the people, exuding an unparalleled light.

But at this moment, Altria can't see the heroic light on them, some only have embarrassment and screams, and the hopeless whistling sound... The spirit of chivalry has become in this fratricidal war. Nothingness and ethereal. Even Heaven and Earth seemed to be saddened by this war. There was a torrent of rain. The rain mixed with blood and water flowed on the earth, exuding a stench that people dare not approach.

Altria stood far away from the battlefield and did not immediately rush to stop the war. She originally thought she could stop it, but now she knows that even if she shouts hoarsely, she can't stop the two sides on the battlefield from each other. Fight.

She did not immediately rush into the battlefield to kill the rebels, because there is no morality in this war. The two sides fighting are only fighting for the battle, killing for the killing, and have nothing to do with the people and the country.

The knights who blamed King Arthur as a rebel have no belief in guarding the country, but a naked desire to kill the enemy. They are no longer heroes but just executioners. The knights who still followed the king screamed. The king’s wrong command and wrong judgment caused them to fall into an unprecedented predicament. Even they began to doubt. Even shortly after the battle began, they could not see the king. What are you fighting for?

And a small number of knights who still believe in the king, their voices are insignificant in this war.

The little hope that had originally been lost in this chaotic war has disappeared.

Looking at this sad war, Altria suddenly remembered a war that violated the spirit of chivalry. It was during that war that the sword in the stone was tainted and broken. It was also the only time she had won in her life. War without joy.

"My king..." Bediwell's painful voice contained unconcealed sorrow. She didn't need to look at the king's face to know how much grief was in the king's heart at this moment.

"I'm okay, Bediwell." Altria's voice was trembling, and she closed her eyes lightly. After a while, she opened again, determined to appear on the face washed by the rain, "Since my country is no longer I need me again, since my people no longer need me, since my knight has left me, and since everything I have guarded can no longer bring happiness to everyone, then...the one who created this country is me, and Let me destroy this country!"

"the last time!"

The girl raised the holy sword in her hand high.

"In the name of King Arthur!"

Reported his name in an upright manner.

"Fight for my country and people!"

Rushing into the battlefield indefinitely.

"Destroy yourself!"

The dazzling sword of the king slashed at the knight who had guarded her and was also guarded by her, and slashed at the knight's body under the horrified eyes of the knight. Amid the screams, blood shot and the knight fell to the ground.

"king!"

The sudden appearance of Altria caused the knights of the old empire, who had already shown a defeat, to exclaim and once again ignited the hope of victory. At the same time, the knights of the new empire were shocked, but without fear, they attacked even more fiercely.

The battle between the two parties has become more intense because of Altria's joining. There is no confusion, no hesitation, and no mercy from his men. There is only one thought in everyone's heart... kill!

One after another, the sound of fighting, the continuous screams, the blood ejected from the body and the painful sound, the guns and the swords clash with each other to make a harsh sound, the dark sky is showered with majestic rain and crying sounds... There is no hero on this battlefield!

The earth was stained with blood, and the sky was shrouded in remnant clouds, like Altria's heart, full of despair and wailing. But even if her heart was soaked with bitterness, her movements did not stop in the slightest, slashing the still sacred sword at the knights who had followed her. Every time a knight was cut down, she would silently say a name in her heart... It was the name of the knight killed by her!

When Altoria came back to her senses, she found herself standing on a sword mound, a sword mound made up of enemy corpses. These corpses may be intact or incomplete, and some of the limbs and arms can no longer be broken. To tell who it was, there was still blood flowing freely on this piece of record piled up by the corpses, sliding over the cold swords that were like thorns, exuding a dazzling scarlet and a pungent stench.

Her body was stained red with blood. Looking up, there were no more enemies around her. She looked back. The knights who followed her before are no longer there, even where they fell. I have never seen it, but only the blood, the corpse, and the sword are intertwined... Xiuluochang!

"Is this what I want?"

Gazing at this Asura field, Altria had no joy of victory, nor did she suffer from pain and exhaustion due to the pain on her body. There was only endless emptiness and blankness in her eyes, and she asked herself.

Even the piercing pain seemed insignificant before this question.

She still remembers what Merlin told her when she got the holy sword: The holy sword can indeed bring you all-around victory, but only the power of attack cannot protect the country. As a king, if you don’t realize the protection The importance of oneself can only make the country go to extinction in the end.

Looking back, she finally understood that even though Morgan was single-handedly controlling the cause of today's war, in the final analysis, the reason was still in her own body.

She once thought that only with the sword in her hand could protect the country, making perfect thinking and judgment like a machine, and being a perfect king, but she never considered that what the country needs is not a perfect king, and ordinary people. Can’t understand the perfect king. Similarly, the perfect king can’t understand what ordinary people need. The gap in beliefs led to the disintegration between her and her subjects, and the disputes between the Knights of the Round Table, which made Morgan There is an opportunity.

If what the pseudo-king did was changed to herself, wouldn't she not do it?

Since she wanted to be a perfect king, she had been wrong. After that, no matter how perfect the judgment she made, she was just going further and further on the wrong road.

Today’s battle is the best proof. She won the war but lost her life.

As a cast of steel, his heart is as solid as a cold stone.

Rampant on the battlefield for ten years, no defeat, no retreat.

Of course, despite the invincible posture, it is also praised by the world.

However, it was never understood.

Independent from the sword hill, immersed in victory.

This life is meaningless.

At this moment, the belief that Altria pursued for implementation in her whole life was crushed!

"Finally, only you and me are left." At this moment, a familiar voice came into Altria's ears. Looking up, Mordred was walking towards her with a long sword.

Altria’s empty eyes brightened at this moment...No, her life has not been completely defeated, and she still has something to protect, not as King Arthur, but as Altria. As a wife and mother!

In this life, there are goals to fight for!

Raising the holy sword soaked in the blood of the knight, Altria stared at the incoming person.

"Mordred, this is the end."