Begin the Holy Grail War with the Sombra Legion - Chapter 331

“Not everyone can accept their own ending. Even you have a past that you want to change. It has nothing to do with mood and will. It is the instinct of every creature with independent consciousness.”

“…” Gilgamesh was silent.

“Although this kind of desire may be rejected, it is a great possibility to have it. What’s more, compared to some deep-rooted guys, Saber just needs a little help.”

Unlike Artoria, when Arthur holds this wish, he is in the struggle of kindness, not just stubbornness, but full of the value and fun of training.

Roland seemed to see a lonely figure, constantly struggling between his dreams and his will, but hundreds of years later, he was still alone and lonely.

“Although it’s not a good thing to look back? But as long as you’re not addicted to the point of hopelessness, but just a habit, an instinct, and a matter of course to realize your dreams, this experience will become more of a resource for growth. Bar.”

To put it simply, if Arthur’s dream can believe in the strength of others, become a king who understands people’s hearts, is only indifferent to enemies, but can communicate normally with those close to him – then there is no such thing as loneliness.

This is the original line of Artoria’s growth.

Arthur is so naive, it is not a bad thing.

If that one had grown up and became a lone guardian who chased after the ‘beast’, it would be almost impossible for Roland to let him participate in the plan. But if it has not yet taken shape, this kind of use has become possible.

Even if Arthur really became that guardian, the high-sounding experience in Roland’s plan would not disappear.

Although I don’t know why Arthur had such a dream.

But Gilgamesh had to admit that what Roland said made sense. Whether it’s the unknown taste or the power he possesses, he fills Gilgamesh’s appetite.

but-

“…You’re so kind-hearted, aren’t you?”

“Of course not, I don’t deny that I also enjoy the process of this kind of training, and appreciate the brilliance of the fruit after it grows. Whether it is good or evil, it will be very beautiful at the moment of his birth. Tired of fun.”

“Twisted scum.”

“What did you say…” Roland corrected.

“I’m a pure scum, but never twisted.”

Gilgamesh said reluctantly after the two’s spiritual conversation ended.

“Then the king will admit it, King Arthur? Don’t let me down.”

“Excuse me, Master, is there anything wrong with my dream?”

Although it was impossible to know the content of Roland’s spiritual communication with Gilgamesh, his keen intuition still made Arthur feel that something was wrong. The glittering heroic spirit was nothing more than that, and even the Master fell silent.

“Is it funny?”

“A little bit, but not quite,” Roland didn’t hide his attitude in this regard, and gave a peculiar answer.

“But anyway, your wishes don’t matter to us, so please and this nasty guy, with limited cooperation, win for me, right?”

“I will live up to my trust,” Arthur felt a little more at ease with this standard magician’s style, “but please forgive me, what is your wish, Master?”

Speaking of which, Arthur’s scorching sun-like eyes seemed to see through Roland’s heart. Any panic, hesitation, or concealment would be caught by him, but Roland didn’t have any thoughts of dodging, so he responded directly. He came down and said in a calm but firm voice that was unquestionable.

“Save the world.”

This kind of lofty desire that is inconsistent with the style directly makes Arthur impossible. As a holy swordsman, in a sense, he naturally shoulders this responsibility. If this is the case, he is of course obliged to do so. But although Roland is the master, his temperament has never been able to convince him completely.

“Let’s talk about specific things later? If you still can’t understand it by then, it’s okay to leave on your own.”

“I understand.”

After getting a positive answer, Arthur didn’t mind waiting for a while.

“Then, let’s get down to business, now, only the last berserker has not been summoned, and the archer has been replaced by the forerign. As expected, you can’t underestimate the godslayers, sorry. King of Heroes, your vacation is coming to an end, but it’s a good thing to end this time early, it’s been boring these days.”

Modern life is just that attractive to Gilgamesh, and, with his character, the longer he stays in modern times, the deeper he wants to restart everything.

However, before the godslayer and the **** of disobedience were used as buffers, it was more boredom that lingered in Gilgamesh’s heart than such a dangerous thought.

But beyond Roland’s expectations, Gilgamesh gave a different answer.

“It’s not entirely true. When I was patrolling the land called Europe yesterday, this king felt the breath of other heroic spirits.”

“Oh, did you catch the other party?”

Roland didn’t even ask if Gilgamesh was going to attack or not. The opponent’s ability to act alone as high as A-level is enough to explain everything.

“No, although this king doesn’t want to admit it, the strange bug has a hand in escaping. Even though he has used the Noble Phantasm he tracked, he still only found a sea of ​​flowers.”

“…Flower Sea?”

Roland paused for a while, showing a somewhat surprised voice.

Combining conditions such as Europe, he could probably guess who Gascoigne had summoned.

“He actually successfully summoned it from the Holy Grail system… Hmph, in terms of time, could it be that he subconsciously responded to the summons because he felt the Holy Sword of the Stars?”

Before Roland could continue to speak, the spirit plate he deliberately made suddenly made a loud humming sound, which was a signal that had been set up a long time ago.

When all the heroic spirits are summoned, this signal will sound to remind Roland.

Now, the Holy Grail War of the Godslayers ~www.mtlnovel.com~ has completely kicked off.

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On the other side of the west coast, the masked hero of the United States, “Pluto” John Pluto Smith, a woman whose real name is Anne Charlton, is looking at the circle that is extinguished in front of him in distress.

The helmet she was holding in her hand had already shattered.

No, it’s more accurate to say dissipated.

Beginning with tiny cracks, successive cracks appeared on the top of the mask, and disappeared into the world as smoke that was invisible to the naked eye.

This precious sacred relic is constantly dissipating – which means that the power in it seems to have returned, and it has lost its mystery.

Although there is no explanation in the information, the sudden surge of breath in front of him, as well as the strangely dissipated holy relic, can still make the hero understand one thing.

This is an unusual call.

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