Chapter 558 FateApocrypha

Chapter 558 Fate/Apocrypha

That was the moment when the Servants gathered in the sky garden for a decisive battle/that was the moment when the writer got a quiet environment.

[Come on, the kingdom is waiting for you, Master! Let me bring you a horse! There are more things in heaven and earth. Joan of Arc. Thay are dreamed of in your philosophy. 】

Red Caster Shakespeare hummed a little tune and wrote the manuscript with great enthusiasm. His quill danced on the paper like the most gorgeous dancer. In the eyes of the man who wrote the pen, everything was reflected.

"What are you and Shuo Yue doing?" The cat girl on the side crossed her shoulders and stared at the man in flashy clothes with unkind eyes, "Why do I appear here, and why - why are all the servants and masters missing? "

"Really, is that what you think, the most beautiful hunter in Greece?" Shakespeare did not stop writing, he just raised his hand and pointed out the window without raising his head.

"But we clearly saw that Gungnir, who was thundering down from the sky, was going to smash the paladin who was rushing in."

"And here, look at that, the blasphemous ritual has been activated, and the seven heroic spirits have turned into shadows, pointing their weapons at the people who are saving the world!"

"Hahahaha... What a wonderful unfolding, that is an unyielding meteor! So weak and so exhausted, can the brilliance of a human being break through the forbidden curse of the Gods!"

"Oh, well done, my master! The interlocking strategies and the strength of no one are inferior to you. You are overcoming obstacles, for victory, or for something other than victory!"

With a 'pop' sound, Ta Miao slapped away Shakespeare's fingering palm and frowned: "Are you crazy? There is obviously nothing here."

Atalanta was not wrong. In the keen vision of the huntress, the aerial garden was empty and dead. There was absolutely nothing described in Shakespeare's words.

But when Shakespeare finally looked up at her, Atalanta held her breath - the great writer's eyes were reflecting bright and bizarre colors, a forest that could almost engulf people. Luo Wanxiang.

"You...could it be...?!"

"That's it!" The poet's eye, in fine frenzy rolling. Doth glance from heaven to Earth, from Earth to heaven .)'. My eyes are in great shape right now! In other words, I'm so happy at this moment!"

"You're a lunatic." It was clear that the other party was a weakling with no power, but Atalanta couldn't help but take a few steps back, shocked by the madness pursuing the story, "You actually turned yourself into a treasure. Part of the tool...?"

"Have you finally figured it out? Little girl out of the story, it's a pity that you didn't get to see the king's new clothes!" Shakespeare laughed:

"Whether you are a Servant or a Master, you are all in the midst of my Noble Phantasm 'The time has come for the show to begin, here comes the thundering applause (First Folio)'!"

"Come on, my Noble Phantasm is opening! Sit down! No smoking, no filming, no rude and rude curses! The world is in my hands, the show starts now - please give me thunderous applause!"

Having said that, the only audience for this epic stage play is Shakespeare. After giving Atalanta his shock, Shakespeare turned around and sat back on the writer's throne, turning his inspiration into words and pouring ink on it. on top of the paper.

His Noble Phantasm, the First Folio, is a Noble Phantasm that changes the world. However, it does not change the world itself, but a stage Noble Phantasm that seals the world, generates a script, and then forces the story to be staged. .

For Shakespeare, there is no simpler or more luxurious cast than this. As long as the people are placed on the stage one after another, they will follow their own beliefs and ideals, conflict with each other, and burst out. There are endless sparks, even if you only catch one, it can ignite a blazing fire in your mind.

I'm so lucky - I didn't expect to experience such happiness in my second life. I couldn't have done the right thing by abandoning the red party and serving that young man.

"Caster, your legs..." Along with the strange fluctuations of magic power, Atalanta discovered that the writer's legs had dissipated completely, "I see, is this why you never leave your seat? Although the Noble Phantasm is maintained with spiritual cores, it also means that when the followers escape, it will be your death."

No one knows, and no one will express appreciation or anger, this stage builder will disappear in obscurity as the theater ends.

"It doesn't matter, Archer. For us, the most important thing is whether we can write interesting stories more interestingly. That's everything."

The collapse of death has begun. Ah, those heroes are fighting so fiercely. If it weren't for the magic of the Holy Grail, I would have collapsed long ago. Shakespeare sighed silently.

He believed.

He believed in people's dreams, people's ambitions, and people's anger.

In this world, interesting and fun things will never disappear. Even if they really disappear, as long as I provide them, there will be no problem.

This story is also very wonderful. Everyone is trying their best to survive and think. Whether it is tragedy or comedy, or anything else, it is really supreme happiness to record all of this.

"Whether it is a heroic spirit, a human, a magician, or even a man-made man, the materials are the same." Tearing off the full page, Shakespeare wrote desperately as if chasing time. The speed of the spirit particles dissipating continued to increase. His abdomen had disappeared, and the numbness spread all the way to his chest.

Even so, Red Caster did not stop writing. Even if half of his body was destroyed, it was okay. The luckiest thing is to disappear from the feet. Because - as long as there are two hands, you can continue to write manuscripts.

"That is to say, 'We are such stuff As dreams are made on' hahahahaha... I can't stop writing! Amakusa Shiro Tokisada's dream, Semiramis's dream, Jeanne d'Arc's dream, Master Shuoyue's dream. If you don't record these intense and illusory dreams, can you still be considered a writer!"

No one responded, and Shakespeare didn't expect anyone to respond. He just immersed himself in the dream of creation. Atalanta silently watched this great writer and saw the same light in his eyes as those heroes.

At this moment, she understood the reason why this man ascended the throne of heroes. Uncrowned martial arts and noble character are certainly what heroes pursue, but using the pen as a knife and the ink as a blade to carve out the various aspects of the world and the world, isn't it a feat?

In the blink of an eye, fame and fortune have all turned to dust and dirt. What can be passed down to future generations are the stories written by these people, the heroic spirit and courage of the heroes that record what they have witnessed, and the cornerstone of the heroic spirits' entry into the record belt.

——But it is destined that they are just narrators and bystanders. They write about everything in the world, but they can't record themselves in this exciting parade.

So, is this the reason why I stand here, New Moon.

Atalanta seemed to understand something, and at this moment, Shakespeare exerted his right arm, and the tip of the pen left a hearty ink mark on the page, and then was thrown away by the owner.

For writers, there is a word that is both the most hated and the most favorite. Sometimes writers can't even reach that stage, and sometimes writers will say that word while making a difficult decision.

"Hahahaha! It's over! It's over! It's over, it's over! They have reached a wonderful ending! This is our latest work!"

Shakespeare laughed so hard, his face shattered, emitting a sacred light, which was the light of the holy sword unsealing the thirteen restraints. The great writer saw the spectacular scene of the young knight roaring and breaking the evil dragon with the holy sword. While feeling his heart surging, he couldn't help but open his arms.

"Ah, but... I also want to be the protagonist--!"

The blue spirit illuminated the room, and when Atalanta's vision recovered, Shakespeare was gone. Only the manuscript, which the connoisseurs would probably want to get even if they threw away all their wealth, was lying quietly on the desk.

Red Caster Shakespeare, destroyed.

This is the first victim of this decisive battle.

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"Hmm, so that's how it is. We were trapped in Caster's Noble Phantasm from the beginning, but he was able to reproduce the Noble Phantasm within the Noble Phantasm."

"It's because of the Holy Grail, Achilles. As the Cauldron of Miracles, it's only natural that it can do this."

This is a joyful scene - Shuoyue projected several copies of Shakespeare's original manuscript and passed them to all the servants. Whether they were heroes who died early or knights who persisted to the end, they were inevitably attracted by Shakespeare's exquisite writing, immersed in the battles they had experienced, feeling the awareness and choices from different perspectives, and experiencing the heroes' persistence and decisions.

"You guys have persevered despite the difficulties. You have done a great job."

"Teacher, I didn't expect that you would be so hurt after I left."

"This... cough cough cough."

"Don't worry, teacher, I will never make you sad next time - I promise in the name of the hero Achilles."

"Huh... Really? I'm very happy, Achilles."

Achilles and Chiron smiled at each other, while on the other side, Siegfried and Karna looked at each other.

"Wonderful enlightenment, Saber of Black."

"Both, Lancer of Red, it was your efforts to turn the tide and give them a chance."

"In the end, I lost to you."

"The truly powerful one is not me, but my master Sakutsuki."

"Really? Then who should I wash away the shame of a warrior?"

"Ha--that must be me, Red Lancer. If you want to challenge the Master, please step over my body first."

The words were obviously full of murderous intent, but there was a refreshing atmosphere between the two heroes, noble and powerful. This was the reason why they cherished each other.

"Really, that's why I hate warriors. All I can think about is fighting and killing."

The empress in black dress sneered at this, and she hugged the saint's arm affectionately: "You won't do this, will you, my master?"

"Ah... of course." Amakusa laughed dryly, recalling his words and actions at the last moment, he felt so embarrassed that he wanted to leave the three rooms and one living room, "By the way, Assassin..."

"What did you say?"

"Semi, Semiramis..." Amakusa changed her words calmly. Seeing this, the empress withdrew her gaze with satisfaction and nodded her head lightly. As her hair flowed, her blushing and pointed ears were revealed. It was revealed.

"My sky garden still exists. It seems that we no longer need to choose another love nest."

"Yes, that's right." To this, Amakusa could only smile bitterly.

As a saint from the Far East, what should I do if I'm kidnapped by the empress? I'm waiting online in a hurry.

Amethyst-like pupils moved slightly, so Mordred held the manuscript and excitedly pointed out something to Artoria; Astor covered his head and was half-crying, half-laughing and complaining to Sieg. Fu, and Avisbron, who was silent and hugged by the crying Roche...

Scene after scene, just watching it makes my heart warm, and I even have the urge to cry.

"That's great..."

Joan of Arc was holding the manuscript with a beautiful smile, but a certain guy's rather puzzling words made her freeze in place.

"Ah~ah~~, speaking of which, I remember that Sabi focused on this section. Let me look through it...ah, I found it."

The young gentleman in a platinum coat raised the corners of his mouth slightly, ran his fingers across the manuscript smelling of ink, coughed twice, and read out this sentence seriously:

"[But, if we can meet again, I... really hope that my love can find a home.]"

Closing the manuscript, Shuo Yue suppressed a smile and looked at the stunned Jeanne.

"So, Lady Saint, am I standing in front of you now?"

From now on, you must make sure that at least one of the two people is dead before saying anything like this.

——In the shame that almost overwhelmed her, Joan realized this truth in a painful way.

"Lord, entrust me with this body..."

"Calm down, don't release the precious phantom!" Shuo Yue was shocked, "Stop him quickly, Joan of Arc is going to release the Red Lotus Saint!"

Shuo Yue shouted, so everyone dropped what they were doing and rushed forward. They hugged their legs and blocked their waists, and finally persuaded the saint who was in an explosive mood.

"Look at the good deeds you have done." Atalanta comforted the crying saint, and glared at Shuo Yue angrily, while Shuo Yue scratched her head and smiled, her movements suddenly paused.

"Ah, it's time."

The white-gold spirit floated away, and in front of everyone, Shuo Yue's body was gradually turning into nothingness.

"What's going on?" Atalanta's pupils tightened, and Jeanne couldn't care less about the shame. The two of them rushed forward, hugging Shuo Yue from the left to the right, looking anxious, "Why do you want to leave suddenly? "

"There is always time for miracles, even the third method." Merlin, who had been silent, stepped forward, "Time is running out, last knight, if you have anything to say, please tell me quickly."

"There's nothing to say, it's just that a story has come to an end."

After touching Atalanta's animal ears and gently hugging Joan of Arc, Shuo Yue's figure flashed slightly and appeared in the center of the crowd. In his hand, the golden cup shone with brilliance.

"The Great Holy Grail..." There was no surprise on the empress's face, "Sure enough, it has already fallen into your hands."

Without the support of the Great Holy Grail, Shakespeare would not be able to maintain the Noble Phantasm, and it was not until the thirteen constraints of the Holy Sword were released that the barrier was broken.

"I smell the gift!" Astolfo took Sieg's hand and ran all the way to Shuo Yue, with little stars in his eyes, "Hey, Shuo Yue has something good for us. ?"

"The evaporation of rationality is unexpectedly useful here." Shuo Yue nodded at Astolfo in a funny way, "Then let me say it bluntly. My third method is very compatible with the Great Holy Grail and does not require a heroic spirit. With the soul as the key, the filled Great Holy Grail has been activated."

"Although I need the Great Holy Grail and its energy, it is more than enough to use a small part to help the servants receive flesh and to allow the masters to realize their wishes."

"Haha, this is a good gift." Achilles immediately raised his hand, "I have long wanted to have a good time in this era!"

Shuo Yue smiled and nodded, and white-gold light enveloped Achilles. The next moment, his aura changed, from a mysterious creature to a real human being. The reborn hero bumped his fists, his expression extremely satisfied.

"Very good, now it's more fun to beat people up!"

The good fight has been fought, the road has been traveled, and at the end of the calm, the heroes finally received the rewards given by another hero - no one will refuse the temptation of Second Life, even Even the most withdrawn Avisbronn couldn't stand Luo Xie's eyes and accepted the blessing of the Great Holy Grail.

Not only that, with the help of the power of the Holy Grail, Fiore's wish was finally realized. With the help of Chiron and Corles, she stood on the ground with her own feet; as for the lion Jiejieli, although he wanted to run, he was held by Mordred and forcibly lifted the curse left by the devil.

"Hey, hey, I am the master."

"No way, who made me a rebellious knight~~"

"Mordred, no matter what, smoking is not allowed."

"Got it..."

Ignoring the "father and son game" over there, Shuoyue called Corles, the only one who did not receive the gift, to his side, and after giving such an instruction, he completely let go of the suppression.

"Then, the traveler Shuoyue from another world was defeated. It's a pity that you failed in the crusade, but you must protect this beautiful world in the future."

"Ah, that's natural." The heroes looked at the young man who subverted the entire Holy Grail War. No matter how many grievances and disputes they had, they smiled at this moment and waved goodbye to him.

The rainbow-blue light flashed, and the platinum-colored stars returned to the galaxy one by one.

"Are you leaving just like that, Shuoyue?" Artoria suddenly spoke, calling her master, "But until the end, you didn't explain to me the reason for doing this. If it weren't for Shakespeare's treasure, this battle would have ended with you killing all the servants."

"Then, why did you do this, being cold and ruthless from the beginning?"

"Do I need to ask this, my king?" The face gradually blurred, but the young man smiled, raised his hand, pointed at Artoria, Jeanne, Atalanta and Sieg, and his eyes were gentle.

"You are the reason."

It was early spring, the sky was clear, and there was a breeze.

The last victim of the Holy Grail War, Blue Assassin Shuoyue, left with the Greater Holy Grail.

Everything is clear and the world is peaceful.

Congratulations, congratulations.