The Heavenly Lock pierced through his arm, and red blood dripped down the golden chains. However, no matter how painful these are, they can't change Qing's gaze staring at Archer, the woman who is his master is in his hands, and she is also the only pillar that Qing can get to now------ Jian Feng stays on the edge of the golden cup in front of him, and the sharpness that cannot be measured by specifications is enough for Qing to easily destroy the holy grail in front of him as the root of all the Holy Grail War---

Urge the weapon that suppresses the divine material, and resonates in the opposite direction to neutralize the suppression of the divine nature on Archer's Heavenly Lock. The Heavenly Lock, which has lost its most important ability, is just an ordinary chain for Qing, and with some strength, he can break free from the shackles at the fundamental level! At that time, Qing will only need to swing the blade and end it all! However---- when Jae-qing broke free from the shackles of heaven and resolutely decided to continue----- the woman who had no origin, but who had pinned her trust on herself from beginning to end, would also die---

The air was filled with a heavy breath, except for Rider and Artoria, who were fighting fiercely against each other, Qing stared at the golden king with dead eyes, anger raging in his heart, but no matter how angry he was, Qing couldn't show it on the surface----- because the woman's gaze, even until now, there was no trace of hesitation, that kind of trust, which not only gave Qing a decision not to be depressed about anything, but also gave Qing the worry that he couldn't swing the blade in his hand.

"Enough -------!! ---- let her go---- "I don't know how long it has been, and Qing doesn't know why she made this decision----- giving up this opportunity to destroy the little chalice will miss the best time this time." Soon after, the Holy Grail's spell will be activated, and the endless malignant malignant in the sky will kill countless lives in return for the Holy Grail activation. All destruction will be like an uncontrollable switch---- until everything is thrown into flames----

Qing didn't understand why he would give up the righteousness he once insisted on and instead murdered countless lives of the same weight for the sake of one life, and he didn't understand that the thing he held tightly in his hand in his heart could be easily abandoned, but no matter how much he wanted to get rid of it, he couldn't let go of his hand. ------ Archer smiled, laughing heartily. The laughter that could not perceive any emotion echoed in the empty hall, and even the sound of the sword on the side was suppressed!

"Huh, hum! ~---- is indeed an inscrutable decision. Abandon what you once were obsessed with, and hold on to the hypocritical choices that can only be watched for a while at all costs and cannot even become a memory. ------Hum! Not understanding your own weakness is the only sin of you as a miscellaneous person! Archer withdrew the sharp blade that had been placed on the side of a snow painting's neck, and Qing glanced sideways at the Holy Grail that he could reach, wordlessly snapped the chain on his hand, and looked up at Archer on the second floor in silence.

At this time, [click!! The muffled sound came from the bottom of the blood-colored pool! The calm mirror-like water surface churned wildly! A huge vortex is formed in the very center of the Holy Grail! However, the Holy Grail, which was originally standing calmly on the surface of the blood-colored pool, was not swept away by the whirlpool, and floated in the air with a holy light, not shaking because of any existing status!

The liquid overflowing from the Holy Grail is still overflowing with that edge, and the whirlpool is getting bigger and bigger! The magic in the space also became a torrent that reverberated in the space, and the flat base point that Qing was originally fixed under his feet also shook violently! The perception of the blood-colored liquid carrier Qingqing is constantly flowing into the corroded space underground, and the little chalice is still like a continuous source of liquid gushing out of red strange magic. But the amount of that gushing has begun to decrease at a rate that is visible to the naked eye! Qing, whose spiritual substrate had slowed down, understood that the sacrifices needed for the Little Holy Grail were about to be saturated