Collapse, surrender to me!

……

"see it?"

Morgan hadn't changed at all, holding Altria just as he had decades ago.

"The more you use mystery to block, the higher the accumulated value will be, and stronger enemies will be produced."

Vortigern, who had defeated King Uther before, was basically considered a small creator god within the island.

Morgan and Altria's obstruction led to the emergence of stronger enemies later.

Altria understood that the root of all this was herself.

As the incarnation of the Red Dragon, she herself is Britain's greatest mystery.

"It's okay, sister. I can still change."

Altria smiled.

She felt her life slipping away.

But she was not afraid, because the next moment, she came to the place where the dream began.

……

Everything is the same as last time.

The difference this time was that after she dealt with Vortigern, she and Morgan returned to the inner world, left Britain, gave up on further help, and after selecting a qualified king to maintain the status quo, she began to welcome the arrival of a new era.

After the last experience.

Lily understood that, in the final analysis, it was because the Pendragon family did not give up their power that the mysteries of Britain were not transferred inwards, and they could not keep up with the Earth version, causing bugs to continue to accumulate.

So this time, after dealing with Vortigern, when Britain was the victor, it gave up its power.

There is no Camelot, no King Arthur, and no Pendragon.

Naturally, there would be no outrageous enemies.

Only the girl who returned to being an ordinary person, Altria.

However, what happened next made Altria silent.

Foreign invaders from Europe arrived in Britain.

Without their extraordinary powers, the islanders are no match for the enemy, and the Dark Ages arrives once again.

This is a normal historical event and has nothing to do with the supernatural or mysterious.

Europeans just come to the British Isles to take advantage of the situation.

Altria was confused.

"What on earth did I save?!"

Chapter 457: Lancelot: Stop milking Gray!

Saber tried many times.

Time and time again, but the outcome is always the same.

However, in this cycle of rebirth, Altria suddenly remembered something.

It was because he tried his best but failed to change the situation that he placed his hopes on the Holy Grail.

But what does the Holy Grail mean by throwing her to him now? Shouldn't it directly fulfill her wish?

She couldn’t do it before, and she still can’t do it now!

That's why we place our hopes on the Holy Grail.

Saber felt that her wish had been twisted.

It's like you make a wish to the genie lamp, wishing for lots and lots of money, and then the genie smiles and sends you to an electronics factory to screw screws.

They are even afraid that you may not earn enough money, so they give you a long life so that you can keep screwing things.

This Holy Grail is sick!

"Because this is the Holy Grail."

Graysh's voice rang in Altria's ears.

Everything before my eyes shattered like glass.

When I turned around, the underground parking lot was still in front of me.

It was as if her previous efforts to go back to the past were all a dream.

"If you don't know what to do, the Holy Grail doesn't know either."

Theoretically, there is no possibility that the Holy Grail can take Saber back to the past.

Grayshu did this to make the other party see the reality, so she let the other party dream first.

"..."

King Arthur, who had regained consciousness, remained silent.

As long as we can get the Holy Grail, we can make up for everything and correct all mistakes.

Now, that belief has collapsed.

Alaya also deceived her.

No, you can’t say it’s a lie.

After all, her obsession was too strong, and what Alaya promised her was not to change history, but to give her a chance to re-elect a king.

But now this obsession has no meaning.

No matter how the election is made and who becomes king, the outcome will conform to history.

Lancelot was very distressed when he saw Saber's distraught look.

"Sir Lancelot."

Saber suddenly smiled.

"Am I useless?"

"king!"

Lancelot never expected Saber to say such a thing.

But think about it, it’s not impossible.

No matter how hard the king tried, he couldn't change the outcome, and in the end he began to doubt his life.

Now that I have tried so hard so many times, it is normal for me to say such things.

"Your mission has already been completed. There is no need to put more shackles on yourself."

Lancelot didn't know how to persuade him for a moment.

But it seems that Wang has indeed given up the idea of ​​changing history.

It was just a big blow, but Lancelot believed that his king would come out of the shadows.

"Okay, the Holy Grail is of no use to you, can you leave now?"

Gray practiced Buddhism.

As for getting out of the shadows and slowly reconciling with yourself.

Go back to the Throne of Heroes, slowly let go of your obsessions and reconcile.

There is plenty of time.

"Thank you."

Altria shook her head.

He picked up the long sword and pointed it at Graysh.

"My wish may be unrealistic, but I can't just walk away."

As a monarch who adheres to the code of chivalry.

She won't be as bad as Diarmuid, but she will do her best to help the Master get the Holy Grail.

Although he also disliked Emiya Kiritsugu, he couldn't just walk away like this.

"Ok."

Little Grey nodded, then left Lancelot here and turned away.

Let these two monarchs and ministers resolve the issues between themselves.

……

This time, Saber's sword did not tremble, and Lancelot did not hold back.

At this moment, they are just heroic spirits, fighting for their respective Masters.

Moreover, Lancelot felt that even if he used all his strength, he would not be a match for King Arthur.

The same is true.

The Knight King poured all his strength into his wrists that tightly grasped the hilt of the sword, and raised the golden sword high.

Light is gathering.

The infinite light gathered and merged into a dazzling beam of light.

Under this intense and clear light, no one could say anything.

The heroic figure that illuminated the darkness of troubled times that was darker than night.

He had survived ten years without yielding, and fought twelve battles without losing.

This achievement is unparalleled in the world, this glory is incomparable, they transcend time and space and are immortal.

This dazzling sword is the crystallization of the prayer for glory, the dream that all the warriors who died on the battlefield throughout the ages have pursued and longed for throughout their lives.

Taking pride in upholding this will and fulfilling this belief as righteousness, the King of Knights now loudly chanted the true name of the miracle in his hand.

The Sword of Contract Victory!!!

“I never thought I would see this light again.”

Lancelot prepared himself for the attack, but he knew he could not stop it.

The magic power was accelerated by the unleashed dragon factor and turned into a flash of light.

The gushing stream of light created countless whirlpools and instantly swallowed Lancelot.

An extremely burning heat came over me.

Lancelot just watched this fading moment silently, as if his body and mind had been taken away by the dazzling light.

He had seen this light in the distant past.

In the past, didn't he chase this light as a knight?

That particularly vivid memory brought Lancelot back to the distant past.

If he could die under this light, he would be satisfied.

……

"This brilliance remains the same as always. You really haven't changed at all."

In King Arthur's arms, the knight swallowed a curry stick and looked very satisfied.

The king wants to change history, and he always wants to change the king.

He looked at the tearful king with his usual calm gaze, like the surface of a calm lake.

Now, Lancelot felt that it was good for the king to be like this all the time. He was wrong to cause trouble in the first place.

"Lancelot..."

"Perhaps, this is the only way I can express my thoughts to you..."

Lancelot continued with a wry smile.