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It is said that the pioneers of the stars can have a certain influence on the events in human history and influence the direction of human logic, and this is indeed the case.

From the perspective of Fujimaru Ritsuka, Leonardo da Vinci captured the moment when Vashak was about to deliver the final blow.

"It's like a star being shot down. Come on, everyone, let's go and solve the last problem."

The last worry in Alvin's heart did not exist from the beginning. The last Roman kept his word and gently raised his hand in front of everyone.

"That's it, Constantine. In the last stage of his life, he severely injured the Demon Pillar that was a threat to the entire world. I believe that such an achievement would not be ignored by the two of you."

Alvin had rigged the gun in advance - a rig for himself: even if Constantine did not make such a choice, the magic bullet in the gun would automatically fire towards the only loophole he had specially designed - just like the door that Constantine did not close.

No defense today.

"But I didn't expect that some unexpected things would happen. Well done, Da Vinci."

Vassago fell through the air like a meteor, laughing not out of fear but out of sheer excitement. The air, powerlessly resisting the invincible pull of gravity, spiraled itself around like an asteroid about to hit the earth.

Alvin closed his eyes, as if he had slipped from a tightrope between tall buildings, falling continuously, losing control, passing through the center of the planet, and falling into an even emptier universe. His soul floated up weightlessly, and chaotic colors poured down into the black and white years of the past.

Your journey to the singularity will come to an end with the destruction of the Roman Empire, so think about what to do next.

During his time as Alexander Allen, until he personally witnessed the experiment that led to Mashu's birth, his mentality was that of a go-with-the-flow civil servant in Chaldea.

But looking back, there were still many doubts behind that experiment that I didn't know about. At that time, I only saw the means that Marisbury used for the NO.6 experiment, but I didn't realize the reason why the Chaldeas research institute was born in the first place.

The earliest history of Chaldea can be traced back to the 1950s. At that time, Chaldea only had the event-recording computer Magic Laplace, which was responsible for recording events.

It was actually built by Marisbury who gained wealth by making a wish after the Holy Grail War.

In order to ensure that human history can continue long and strong, researchers from various fields, regardless of magic or science, gather at this research institute and observatory to observe a world that cannot be fully understood by magic alone, and cannot be fully understood by science alone.

This is a secret agency established by various countries to prevent human extinction (Bad End).

It doesn't sound like a big deal, but what about basing all of this on Marisbury?

Do magicians in this world really have such great sentiments?

FNNDP! He knew these so-called sanctimonious magicians too well. They were simply a group of extreme profit-seekers. Finding a normal person among the magicians was as difficult as finding Kardashev after midnight.

"It's time to uncover the truth about Maris Billy."

With a loud bang, the tiny creature fell in front of the Great Palace of Constantinople, and the red light that originally enveloped the entire Constantinople was stirred up and the dust in the sky dissipated.

——Leonardo da Vinci was the first to notice something was wrong.

"How... is it possible? This is impossible!"

No one understood what happened at that time better than the person involved. She knew that her treasure was not at the level to destroy the Demon Pillar with one blow, but the fact was happening right in front of her.

Will the Demon Pillar let the game go? This was a non-existent question from the beginning, so the answer is obvious:

Alvin regained control of his body at that time. No, Vashak "intentionally" let Alvin regain control at that time.

In other words, the attack from the Noble Phantasm just now hit Alvin hard...

"asshole!"

Vashago's extremely rational appearance fooled everyone before, but it turns out that none of the Demon Pillars are trustworthy! Not even one!

The meteor continued to fall until it landed in front of her. When the dust cleared, Alvin, with not a single part of his body intact, appeared in front of Da Vinci.

"Ah, good evening, Da Vinci, the moon is beautiful tonight."

He narrowed his eyes at first, and after seeing who was coming, he spoke as if nothing had happened.

"What should I call you, Alvin or Vassago?"

Da Vinci lowered her face, making it difficult to see her expression.

"It depends on your mood. Anyway, these two names have been inseparable from me since the beginning."

Alvin looked very relaxed, as if a heavy burden had been lifted off his shoulders.

"...Is this your fate?"

"That's right. After all, people like me don't have the ability to go back to the past and change everything, so I can only accept it. Ah, speaking of this, congratulations on successfully resolving the crisis of this singularity and completely destroying the Roman Empire that could have been revived."

Just like what was written in the novels I read in the past, the Roman Empire finally disappeared completely. Byzantium was a thousand-year-long rut left behind by ancient Rome. Although it had its glory, it finally evaporated like a water stain under the scorching sun.

All good things must come to an end.

Final Chapter 1453.5.29

"Are you okay, Qing?"

Hearing the voice, Constantine opened his eyes with all his strength, and the blond and blue-eyed Nero Claudius looked at him with concern.

A blond Germanic man became the emperor of the Roman Empire? It seems that Lord Trajan was also Iberian, so that's fine.

"Your Majesty Nero, there is a question I have always wanted to ask."

"But it doesn't matter."

"Should I call you Augustus or Augusta?"

"Ah, this..."

Nero looked at Bashir behind him with a look of help, but the fiery girl didn't care.

"Anyway, we have Augusta and Barcelissa in Rome, so there's nothing wrong with calling her Augusta."

"My dear emperors and ancestors, I regret that I have failed. The empire came to an end in my hands..."

Constantine closed his eyes in pain, and it was not until a long time had passed that he finally mustered up enough courage to open his eyes and accept the reality.

"Why! Why Rome? From Etruria to Carthage, from Iberia to Gaul, and all the successors and Persia! Why did it turn out like this!"

At the end of his life, Constantine roared hysterically, expressing his resentment at his own inability and the injustice of fate.

"...Persia will be back in 50 years...Why did it turn out like this?"

Everyone was silent. Even those in Chaldea who had never been to a singularity understood that this had become a knot in his heart.

Ismail ibn Haidar's father was killed in the second year after he was born. He started an army at the age of twelve, defeated the enemy army to avenge his husband at the age of thirteen, defeated foreign enemies and marched into the old Persian territory at the age of fourteen, unified Persia at the age of seventeen, and almost unified the old Sassanid Persian territory at the age of twenty-four, truly realizing the great rejuvenation of the Persian Empire.

At that time, the war between Rome and Persia would be reignited in the East after 1000 years. As Persia's old rival, Rome would have to lend a hand at that time.

But none of this existed from the beginning.

"I don't think so, Constantine. Although you have expressed various opinions about the gods, I am sure that your wish will come true."

"Rome will be saved. Rome and its people will survive. Absolutely."

"The world must last forever, and so Rome will last forever. Even if its name is forgotten by future generations, the sprouts planted by Rome will surely continue to exist in a different form."

"This will be an eternal empire. Even if the emperor changes, the country changes, and the name changes, this is the principle of human prosperity. This is the system tree of human life. This is the human principle we must protect."

Nero and Romulus were both eloquent, Bashir was an important figure in the second golden age, and Justinian was the greatest ruler of the Eastern Empire after 395. After being enlightened by several former Roman emperors, Constantine seemed to be somewhat moved.

"Even if the explicit form no longer exists...as long as the world exists, the meme will survive..."

"So, what's the price?"

"This era will be corrected. In doing so, the memory of our battle will no longer exist."

"I see... I really can't help it..."

God, who are you looking at?

——24 hours ago, Hagia Sophia.

"Even in this situation, do we still need to pray?"

Constantine, who was half-kneeling, raised his head, and the glass in front of him reflected the appearance of the person who came.

"Not everyone is as unorthodox as you are. You are a Jew but an atheist."

"This concept is hard to explain. According to the doctrine, the Khazars on the steppes are also Jews now. Do you believe it?"

Alvin walked to Constantine's side and looked at the angel on the dome. There was less than a day left until May 5th. For the first time, he realized that he did not have enough time.

"There's a question I've been wanting to ask, Constantine."

"But it doesn't matter."

"Pray...what are you praying for?"

All he knew was that, apart from being an emperor, he was just a devout citizen of Constantinople, which created a strange contradiction in Constantine.

"Why pray? That's a good question. In fact, I have long known that even if my prayers are conveyed to God, they will not be answered. From this point of view, prayer is meaningless."

"But if prayer has meaning, then the nature of prayer has changed. And it is precisely because it is meaningless that prayer is faith."

Constantine calmly explained the reason for his daily prayers, but was completely defeated by Alvin the next moment.

"No, prayers really do get answered... You should know the story of Joan of Arc."

He took a deep breath, his lips trembling slightly, and nodded.

"Your Highness Jeanne... I will pay my respects to her, not for myself, but for the prayers offered by others. She is the only human who can do this."

“But the cost is too high.”

"Yeah, it's too big."

A long sigh.

Alvin couldn't think of any words to comfort Constantine, and his expression was so uncertain that it was unbearable. It was not until a long time later that Alvin found some words - some words that made people swallow their tears and smile bitterly.

"Even if the charges themselves are false, the person who gets the response is eventually judged as a witch, but all her efforts are seen by others; Constantine, if the price of getting the response is to fall into the abyss, will you accept it happily, or just turn around and leave?"

"Me? Probably the second one..."

——At that time, I lied against my heart.

Bashir II's position in the empire has always been controversial, but her achievement in defeating the Bulgarians cannot be destroyed by anyone; the endless insults to Lord Justinian cannot cover up the fact that he almost rebuilt the empire, and even Joan of Arc, who was burned at the stake, will receive a fair evaluation more than a hundred years later.

Why wasn't that choice made at that time?

He asked himself honestly, and might not get an answer, but if he had the chance again, he would never make that choice again.

"Everything... for Rome..."

Constantine Dragaces Palaiologos, the last Roman emperor.

He fought to the end on the setting sun of the empire. His death and the fall of the capital Constantinople marked the end of the great empire once named Rome.

The second singularity ends at this point, which is the early morning of May 1453, 5.

The Day After Tomorrow: Constantinople Holiday

"......woke up?"

There was a playful and caring tone in his voice, and there was only one person in the entire clock tower who said that.

Alvin raised his head, his waist-length golden hair and green eyes had a gentle expression. If the other people in the clock tower saw this scene, they would probably open champagne to celebrate that someone had finally captured this fairy.

"How long has it taken us since we left London?"

"3 hours and 35 minutes, almost there."

This was not the first time Alvin had taken a private jet. He had taken one last time when he and Goldruf went to bid for the relics of Joan of Arc. Of course, going to Monaco to watch the game was another matter.

Well, there are photos of him sitting on a yacht in his shorts all over the Clock Tower, except that they photoshopped Goldruff out of it.

"This time our mission is to recover the holy relics of Constantine XI. The other party will contact us at Hagia Sophia."

While talking about the goal of this operation, Lanis took out a bottle of Fanta from the refrigerator and started drinking it.

"What about mine?"

“There’s only Pepsi on the plane.”

"That's it."

When Alvin heard this, he lay down again and continued to play badly. He picked up the computer to see if there was any news that he had missed when he was sleeping.

"These two guys want me to bring local specialties? And they specifically asked for Turkish kebabs?"

"Teacher wants me to go to Thessaloniki?"

"The Sochi Grand Prix is ​​expected to be added to the calendar, so I can go for a lap?"

Alvin slid on it again without giving up. Apart from Xiao Hui showing his concern for everyone as usual, there were not many serious messages.