Abnormal Moon

They can neither talk nor speak, and their voices cannot be heard.

The warm light spreads across the earth and extends to the end of the world.

Climb up from the end of the sky and go all the way around to the end of the sky.

My end is here, my destiny is here, my life is here.

My life is equivalent to nothingness, like a shadow wandering everywhere.

My bow is unreliable, and my sword cannot save me.

With this one and only remaining possession, I wish to protect his steps.

Lord, I entrust this body to Your disposal—after despair, hope will surely follow!

Chapter 86 The Intention of the Root

"Who starts with a powerful attack right from the start!"

Angolan Manuel was taken aback.

The Red Lotus Saint (La Pucelle) is a true reflection of Joan of Arc's deathbed.

It is a conceptual crystallization weapon formed by interpreting the flames that burned her body and caused her death in the past as an attack. It is a subspecies of Reality Marble. Because it summons the flames that caused her death, it is an attack released at the cost of her own life, and its destructive power is immeasurable.

Furthermore, this flame will only harm those she deems necessary to destroy, and will not have the slightest impact on anything else.

Angolan Manuel was very confident in his own weakness.

Let alone such a blow, he was confident that he could not withstand even a normal attack from Joan of Arc!

As he turned and ran, he glanced in the direction of the Nightmare Curse Spirit, intending to use the same trick again to make the Nightmare Curse Spirit use its power to escape.

"Oh no, it's hopeless..."

As soon as he turned around, he knew that this trouble-making was over.

The conceptual flame had already engulfed the Nightmare Curse Spirit before he could even react.

Joan of Arc already knew that the nightmare spirit was the cause of this perilous nightmare, or perhaps she had received a revelation, or some inexplicable driving force; in any case, she took the initiative to bring the nightmare spirit into her attack range.

Miss Okita, who was chasing the cursed spirit, was startled by the flames that came close to her, but she quickly realized that the flames had no offensive power and the sweeping heat wave only gave people a warm feeling. She then realized that this was an ultimate move that automatically recognized friendly forces.

The Nightmare Curse Spirit was engulfed by the conceptual flames and disappeared before it could even let out a scream.

The moment the cursed spirit died, the surrounding dream space collapsed like a mirror in an instant.

On the other side, Angolan Manuel could only shrug helplessly, offering no resistance, and willingly let himself be engulfed by the flames, disappearing from sight without a trace.

Jeanne herself left the dream after releasing her self-destructing Noble Phantasm.

"They really came and went in a hurry."

Roy stared at the spot where Joan of Arc had disappeared, a cold smile curving his lips.

They run really fast.

Dreams are dreams, and reality is reality.

Without the interference of that nightmare curse, nothing that happens in the dream will be reflected in reality. Joan of Arc herself should have woken up by now.

"Wow...it's finally over!"

When it was all over, Rin Tohsaka let out a long sigh of relief, collapsing onto her knees as if exhausted.

"Let's talk about it after you wake up."

"Alright."

"They agree."

Although it was a dream, they all felt extremely tired.

Rin Tohsaka and Illya left the dream one after the other.

Soon only Roy and Miss Okita remained in the dream.

The surrounding space was distorting irregularly, and it seemed that there wasn't much time left before I woke up from the dream.

"Rider, is it confirmed that the cursed spirit has been destroyed?"

Roy reached out, and a pair of black-rimmed glasses appeared out of nowhere in his palm and were placed on his face.

"Yes."

"That's good."

Roy let out a soft breath.

It doesn't matter what happens to Angolan Mainyu; it's associated with the Greater Grail and is very difficult to kill.

The only thing he was determined to kill was that nightmare spirit, which was why he endured the anger of having his past scrutinized and willingly remained in the dream.

Seeing that no one else was around, Taigong Wang appeared in front of Roy with a smile on his face.

"Thanks to Lady Jeanne's selfless attack, the Nightmare Curse has been confirmed destroyed. Thanks to her, I wasn't exposed this time either. Oh dear, that's twice already!"

"That's right, it seems we're in luck."

Roy also felt very lucky.

Ms. Okita nodded in agreement from the side.

The first time they encountered a crisis, Aoko returned and resolved it; the second time they faced a predicament, Joan of Arc arrived and resolved it.

Although neither crisis could be considered a real crisis due to Taigong Wang's presence, keeping Taigong Wang out of the open was more important than anything else.

"Yes, Master is very lucky—though I'd like to say that, Master, it doesn't seem to be due to luck."

At this moment, Taigong Wang suddenly laughed like a fox.

"Based on the conversation I overheard, it seems that both Miss Aoko and Miss Jeanne were driven by some kind of force to come and help you. And this isn't the first time for Miss Aoko, but the second. Moreover, I just confirmed that magicians, like us gods, are restricted from acting in this world. Well, to be precise, they are restricted from acting on the surface of the earth."

"And what sets this rule to limit us is the origin and the end point of everything—the root. It's hard to understand, isn't it?"

Taigong Wang's smile turned somewhat troubled.

When it comes to the root cause, even Jiang Ziya (Jiang Taigong) couldn't handle it calmly.

What's limiting their actions is actually the root cause?

Were Aoko and Jeanne d'Arc both driven by some inexplicable force to help him?

The news caught Roy off guard; he gasped for breath and fell into a state of bewildered contemplation.

What does this mean?

What exactly is the underlying motive?

"Master, do you have any clues?"

Taigong Wang's meaningful eyes turned to Roy.

"The mage is forbidden to act, but after being propelled by a force, he voluntarily broke the taboo to save you... Although it is a very far-fetched guess, the only thing that could push the mage to break the source's restrictions is probably the source itself, right?"

This conjecture is simply a pipe dream.

The root cause is fundamentally incapable of taking any initiative; it is essentially a transcendent being that cannot focus on or pursue any particular individual.

However, it must be said that this speculation makes a lot of sense.

Even the existence of the restraining force is, in the eyes of the Root, merely like two doormen at the gate of the Dao Ancestor's house. To say that they can break the Root's restrictions is simply impossible.

For them, the idea of ​​going against the source was never part of their logic from the beginning.

Therefore, the only reliable possibility that can be thought of to drive a magician to break the limitations of the Root is indeed the Root itself.

"This world is not abandoned, but chosen, that's what the mage said."

Taigong Wang said this, something that even he, and even Yuanshi Tianzun, did not know. It was precisely because of this that these gods and immortals were full of curiosity about this world.

But since these words came from a mage, they are highly credible.

"Although this is just my reasoning based on human logic, if I am the origin, and I chose this world and made it this way, then I must want to turn this world into a stage—a stage for doing something of great global scale."

"But this so-called big issue, I just can't figure it out no matter how hard I try!"

Taigong Wang slapped his head in frustration, his face full of disappointment.

"Is it possible that this is actually normal?"

Okita Souji didn't care, but she looked at Taiko no Momo with a puzzled expression.

"Since they are all great Root Lords, it's normal for them to be unpredictable, right?"

"Haha, people with simple minds can live very insightfully!"

Taigong Wang let out a hearty laugh.

"...Rider, don't think you can insult me ​​just because I can't beat you!"

Ms. Okita paused for a moment, then revealed a mouthful of pearly white teeth, her small canines gleaming brightly.

Roy ignored the conversation between the two Servants.