I, Sakura Matou, the third seat of Chasing Fire!

But who knows if this is part of the plan, the so-called fate.

"Long time no see, Matou Sakura-sama."

Familiar voice, familiar title.

Joan of Arc in front of her didn't look any different from before.

"I'm called Sakura now."

"Ah, sorry, I don't know."

There is no falsehood in the panic that is revealed on the surface.

She was still who she was, a fool, a fool, a stupid guy.

This is not a judgment of disgust, but the fact that it is.

Even now, the girl in front of her still has naive thoughts about her.

As if the countless lives that died because of her did not exist, as long as she made the so-called act of turning back, then everything could be forgiven.

A hopeless guy, yet so cutely stupid that one would want to stomp on her face hard, look at her indifferently, and ask her whether all this has been thought through by her brain.

"Are you stupid?"

Sakura walked up to Joan of Arc, pinching her rain-stained cheek with some force.

"You are a fool."

Without waiting for her answer, Sakura gave her own answer.

This guy is an idiot.

"I!"

Joan of Arc wanted to refute, but it was difficult for the lips bitten by herself to express the words in her heart.

"I know what you want to say."

Sakura smiled slightly, and the hands kneading her cheeks came to Jeanne's hair.

The rain-stained blond hair didn't feel good to the touch, but Sakura didn't mind.

The rain is getting smaller, and it will stop soon.

Maybe it is.

But the sky is changeable, just like a couple in love, you can never imagine what kind of expression this sky that is not your girlfriend will show in the next second.

"Jeanne, you want me to give up, right?"

"........."

Unable to answer, her green index finger lightly pressed on Joan's soft lips.

Completely lost the right to speak.

It's obviously just an index finger, but it feels as heavy as a thousand catties.

Sakura smiled slightly, and continued to describe Joan's thoughts about her.

"You want me to give up, the so-called turning back, but have you ever thought about it, Joan, because of my order, countless people have already died, they were killed, swallowed, and became food in the mouth of the devil, even So-called angels are nothing but demons."

It is interesting to say that Yahweh exists in this world, the so-called Lord, God, or can be called the God of the Bible.

It exists, but only as a concept.

Similar to his father Chronos in the remains of Chaos in the Servant universe.

In the Servant universe, Chaos' description of Kronos is an existence beyond what the universe can accommodate.

It seems exaggerated, but that's it.

Because the concept of Kronos is the universe in the entire Servant universe.

Cosmic heroic spirits, star gods, and various exaggerated settings are just fantasies created by Gaia and Alaya in their early attempts to avoid the end.

Using the concept of Chronos, which does not exist at all, but only in mythology, as a canvas, then use the existence of Chaos as a paintbrush, and then use fantasy as a paint to construct Heroic Spirits that are exaggerated and unreasonable.

The Servant universe exists, but they can only exist in the Servant universe, and are not even recorded by the root.

And the root is the core of Xingyue World.

Even the so-called enlightened beings who have surpassed the root are still recorded by the root, but the root will not interfere with the enlightened, and the enlightened cannot interfere with the fate recorded in the root, it is like an advanced decoration, just adding Just look at the name of the tall.

Yawei is slightly different.

It is a concept, it seems to exist, but it does not exist, but it is everywhere.

Contradictory concepts, which fit the character of the world,

Some abilities and settings of Heroic Spirit are already full of contradictions.

For example, the so-called Gilgamesh, as the oldest king and the original collector, owns all the treasures produced by these techniques because he has the prototype of all forging techniques.

But the god-made armor is not among them.

The armor made by the gods is not a level that human skills can touch. Maybe you will think of a certain Vulcan with a hammer to knock out the artifacts. The skills of the other party also come from the forging skills collected by Gilgamesh.

But there is a difference after all.

The difference between gods and humans is like the difference between humans and pigs.

Obviously this world pays attention to this, but it is blurring the boundary.

The most interesting thing is that Gilgamesh's treasury also has the god-made military equipment that appeared before him and opened up the green land of thousands of mountains. That thing is not something that only appeared in the future. The armor of the gods appeared from the forging skills collected by Gilgamesh, but it still appeared in Gilgamesh's treasury and was controlled by him at will.

And Zababa, the true owner of the emerald land that opened up thousands of mountains, does not exist in this age of gods in history.

There are still many contradictions, but it is still the explanation, the so-called characteristics of this world.

But now, the concept of Yahweh is on Joan of Arc, Gaia's news has been delivered, the world's final counterattack, and Gaia, as a restraining force, has no authority to interfere with this matter at all.

As for the root cause... that thing is just a system for recording everything now.

Before the crisis of annihilation, the authority of the world itself and the power over

over the roots.

It can be described as a classic reappearance.

The conversation is about to be interrupted.

And Jeanne also felt something.

This is the breath of the Lord!

As a believer, even though she has never seen the real Lord, she still immediately understood what the consciousness gradually condensed in her body!

Why is this so!

Am I being used?

Confused in the heart, and Sakura's lips have come to Joan of Arc's ear.

Although the words she wanted to say hadn't been finished yet, she could skip them now, and she wanted to see the choices Joan of Arc could make.

The birth of Yahweh took some time, and the world itself was hindering her existence.

Stupid move, but she had no intention of stopping it.

Yawei, she really wants to see how powerful the final fantasy of a world can be, so she won't interrupt the boring ceremony and watch the stupid world's final struggle.

But before that, she still wanted to see the choices Joan of Arc could make in the end.

"Now that the opportunity has come, the opportunity that can change everything, how should you choose, Jeanne?"

Sakura was smiling, a gentle smile, and the warm breath between the opening and closing of her lips gently hit Joan's ear.

"Come on, tell me your answer, Jeanne."

A huge phantom has emerged, just behind Joan of Arc, she is just a little short.

And Joan's consciousness will soon be replaced by Yahweh.

Sakura wanted to see what choice Joan would make under such circumstances.

Otherwise, she would not be tempted to let the concept of Yahweh be reflected in Joan of Arc.

This is looking for trouble, but sometimes she hates trouble and wants to make trouble for herself.

Humans are creatures that like to be mean.

Basically she is no longer human.

So make your choice, Joan!

It is the existence that kills me as a god!

Or kill yourself for the feeling in your heart?

She is looking forward to the final result!

So, come on!

Take up your blade and make your choice!

120 two, even if it's just false emotions

Red Lotus Saintess.

That was the name of the blade Joan of Arc hid in the scabbard.

But at this moment, this blade, which was not used to kill the enemy, pierced through the fragile body.

Blood is dripping, but only the blood of one person.

The tip of the blade also pierced Sakura's heart.

Second time.

Sakura's expression was a little subtle.

She still couldn't feel the so-called pain.

But is this your choice?

She looked at Joan who had fallen into her arms, and her forced smile.

"sorry."

Those were her last words, powerless and ashamed, with a hint of madness.

She wants to die with herself and her in everything.

Because of the possessiveness in my heart.

There is no true saint, nor is there a truly selfless saint.

Living is a kind of desire, and life is driven by desire.

No life is an exception.

The same is true of the so-called saints in the eyes of the world.

And the description of the word saint has already been distorted beyond recognition by time and people's word of mouth.

Because it is not important, no one corrects it.

Yeah, it doesn't matter.

Just like this big guy in front of him.

Final Fantasy in this world.

Joan of Arc's choice did not surprise Sakura, when she saw her, she had a peep into Joan's heart and her thoughts.

It's funny, so she's made up her mind from the beginning, just to play a little game for the sake of her own wickedness, and to give some guy a little hope.

The final fantasy of the world, from a concept to a real god, Yahweh.

The pure white body pierces through the sky and the earth tall and tall.