In the lakeside hut, Fuji Lin Xing and Gui Daisy stomped their feet lightly with their hands on their chests, a little absent-minded, Lihua Song looked ahead blankly, and Qi Luno flew around in mid-air, not resting for a moment.

"Get some rest and get ready for the next battle." At this moment, a powerful voice sounded in their ears, and the four girls reflexively looked over.

"Fighting?" Fujilin Xingteng jumped up, his tone was excited, "Sword Fence Battle?!" ”

Lin Luo shook his head, "No, we don't have to meddle in that war. ”

"Can you really rest assured?" Gui Daisy asked uneasily, what Vivien said just now taught them a hard lesson, so that they understood what history is, but although the truth of history is very different from the legend, the direction of history is not much different, even if Artoria is the host, she may not be able to resist the tide of history, right?

Lin Luo's approach, in their opinion, really did not fit his usual style.

However, Lin Luo smiled indifferently, "It's not the point to be at ease, the important thing is how to choose, and to believe, at least I believe it." ”

The world does not revolve around him alone, he wants to create history, but in fact, history does not need him to create at all, and the bonds of countless people are linked, then history has been formed, he is not the protagonist of history, just an inconspicuous wave in the ocean, at most it can only affect a few small details.

And at this moment, the waves have fallen into the sea, there is no need for him to go to the big stage of history again, whether it is Hades or Lin Luo, let them all disappear into the historical torrent of this era.

But he believes that even if he does nothing, the established history will not change, and everything has begun to come to an end, and at the same time it is another history.

"And what battle are we going to prepare for?" Fujibayashi asked.

"It's simple." Lin Luo walked out, looking through the blue-white sky, looking into the distance, as if he wanted to penetrate it, "Protect our own trajectory." ”

……

The same sky had different colors, Lin Luo saw a free and vast blue, while Artoria saw a desperate and gloomy gray.

By the time she and Bedwell arrived at the sword bar, war had broken out, and the two sides of the war were knights who had resisted foreign enemies and defended the country together, treating each other as brothers and sisters.

These knights once swore to follow her to the death, and under her leadership they were invincible, every victory symbolized glory, every journey was radiant, and every triumph was praised by the people. They are the patron saints of the nation, the heroes of the people, and they radiate a light that no one else can match.

But at this moment, Artoria could not see the light of heroes on them, only embarrassment and screams, and the hopeless hissing sounds...... Chivalry is ethereal in this fratricidal war. Even the heavens and the earth seemed to mourn the war, and it rained heavily, and the rain mixed with blood flowed on the earth, exuding a fishy stench that people did not dare to approach.

Artoria stood far away from the battlefield, and did not immediately rush forward to stop the war, she thought she could stop it, but now she knew that no matter how much she shouted hoarsely, she could not stop the two sides of the battlefield from fighting each other.

She did not immediately rush into the battlefield to kill the rebels, because there was no morality in this war, and both sides of the fight were only fighting for the sake of fighting, killing for the sake of killing, and had nothing to do with the people and the country.

The knights who blamed King Arthur as a rebel army had no faith in defending the country, only **naked killing**, they were no longer heroes, just executioners. The knights who still followed the king shouted hoarsely, and the king's wrong command and wrong judgment put them in an unprecedented predicament, and even they began to become suspicious, and even the king was not seen soon after the battle began, what were they fighting for?

And the few knights who still believed in the king, their voices were insignificant in this war.

What little hope had been lost in this chaotic war.

Looking at this sad war, Artoria suddenly remembered a war against chivalry, in which the sword in the stone was defiled and broken, and it was the only time in her life that there was no joy after victory.

"My king......" There was a sadness in Bedwell's deep voice, and she didn't need to look at the king's face to know how sad the king's heart was at this moment.

"I'm fine, Bedwell." Artoria's voice trembled, and she closed her eyes slightly, and after a moment she opened them again, and her determination appeared on her face washed by the rain, "Now that my country no longer needs me, since my people no longer need me, since my knights have left me, and since everything I have guarded can no longer bring happiness to everyone, then...... I am the one who founded this country, and let me destroy this country! ”

"One last time!"

The girl raised the holy sword in her hand high.

"In the name of King Arthur!"

Declare your name in a dignified manner.

"Fight for my country and my people!"

Rush into the battlefield with no indomitable spirit.

"Destroy with your own hands!"

The brilliant sword of the king slashed at the knight who had been guarding her and was also guarded by her, and slashed at his body in the knight's frightened gaze, and in the scream, blood shot out, and the knight fell to the ground.

"King!"

Artoria's sudden appearance caused the knights of the old empire, who were already showing signs of defeat, to exclaim, and once again ignited the hope of victory. At the same time, it also shocked the knights of the new empire, but instead of fear, they attacked more fiercely.

The battle between the two sides was even more intense because of Artoria's accession, there was no confusion, no hesitation, and no mercy on the part of his subordinates, and there was only one thought in everyone's hearts...... Kill!

The sound of fighting one after another, the continuous screams, the sound of blood spurting out of the body and making painful sounds, the screeching sound of guns and swords clashing against each other, and the sound of crying from the dark sky sprinkled with heavy rain...... There are no heroes on this battlefield!

The earth was stained with blood, and the sky was shrouded in remnant clouds, like Artoria's heart, filled with despair and wailing. But even though her heart was soaked with bitterness, she did not pause in her movements, slashing the still sacred sword at the knights who had followed her, and every time she cut down a knight, she would silently recite a name in her heart...... That's the name of the knight she killed!

When Artoria came to her senses, she found herself standing on top of a mound of swords, made up of the corpses of enemies, intact or incomplete, some of them with severed arms that could no longer tell whose they were, and the blood that still flowed freely over the corpse-pile-up battle, sliding over the thorn-like cold swords, exuding a blinding crimson and a pungent stench.

Her body was stained red with blood, and when she looked up, there were no more enemies around her to kill, and when she looked back, the knights who had followed her before were no longer there, and she didn't even see where they fell, all she could see was blood and corpses and swords...... Shura Field!

"Is this what you want?"

Looking at this Shura field, Artoria did not have the joy of victory, nor the pain and exhaustion revealed by the wounds on her body, but only endless emptiness and dazedness in her eyes, and asked herself.

Even the pain seemed insignificant before the question.

She still remembered what Merlin had told her when she got the Holy Sword: The Holy Sword can indeed bring you invincible victory, but only the power of attack cannot protect the country, and as a king, if you don't realize the importance of protecting yourself, you can only bring the country to ruin in the end.

Looking back, she finally understood that although Morgan was manipulating the war today, the reason for the final analysis was herself.

She once thought that she could protect the country with the sword in her hand, make perfect thinking and judgment like a machine, and be a perfect king, but she never considered that the country did not need a perfect king, and ordinary people could not understand the perfect king, and likewise, the perfect king could not understand what ordinary people needed, and the gap in faith led to the disintegration between her and her subjects, as well as the dispute between the Knights of the Round Table, and therefore, Morgan had an opportunity to take advantage of.

If the puppet king's actions were to be applied to herself, wouldn't she have done it?

Ever since she wanted to be a perfect king, she had been wrong, and since then, no matter how perfect her judgment is, she has only gone further and further down the wrong path.

Today's battle is the best proof that she won the war, but lost her life.

Cast of steel, his heart is as hard as a stone.

Rampant on the battlefield for ten years, no defeat, never retreat.

However, although there is an invincible posture, it is also praised by the world.

But it was never understood.

Stand on top of the hill of the sword and bask in victory.

This life is meaningless.

The belief that Artoria pursued all her life shattered at this moment!

"Finally, it's just you and me." At that moment, a familiar voice reached Artoria's ears, and when she looked up, Mordred was walking towards her with a long sword.

Artoria's empty eyes brightened at this moment...... No, his life has not been completely defeated, and he still has something to protect, not as King Arthur, but as Artoria, as a wife and mother!

In this life, there is a goal to strive for!

Raising her sword, soaked in the blood of the knights, Artoria stared at the comer.

"Mordred, this is the end."