Illimitable Until Death

Chapter 1375 End and Restart of the Trip

Farewell to Yuan Lai Guang is so bland.

It's not surprising, but, as Yuan Lai Guang put it, both sides expect to brand this experience in their hearts.

I'll remember myself somehow adding a more mysterious mother.

Yuen Rai Kwong will remember that he has an additional son different from the one he adopted during his life.

It's that simple.

But for the rest of us, farewell is often accompanied by pain.

At least, Semiramis doesn't feel anything more than pain anymore.

“Tick...”

Blood spilled from the bleeding wounds and dripped to the ground.

“…”

The contours of the body glow, allowing the presence to be gradually eliminated.

Samiramis sat in the corner of an endless meadow, looking out over the distant blue sky.

“It's over...”

I don't know what kind of emotional words I carry, I mumble from my mouth to my surroundings.

As the owner of the sky garden, Semiramis was the first to discover the abnormality of Bassium, knowing clearly that his treasures were being eroded by each other and driving to the earth with an unprecedented disaster.

If Sameeramis wishes, then it is perfectly possible once again to isolate the space around Bassium and defuse Bassium's threat.

But Samiramis did not do so, but left it to Bassium to continue to ravage and, in the first instance, to leave the sky garden through a space transfer, to come here and watch the end of the Holy Grail war with his own eyes.

Ultimately, the garden of the Assyrian Empress was burned down and the Holy Grail was reclaimed by the enemy. Even the man who was the king seemed to have achieved the end he deserved. Not only was his ambition destroyed, but he also died before her, leaving the Red Square camp with a real defeat.

“What a laughable ending...”

Sami Lamis said so, with a slight smile on her stunning beauty.

It's not about happiness, it's not about pleasure, it's about irony.

“As a result, neither you nor I are destined to be luxurious in accomplishing what we want, and that is our end. ”

It is not others who give certainty to this statement of Samiramis, but the followers who stand behind them.

“People have always been dissatisfied with everything around them, but there is no always a difference in how they see it. Whether it's writing, singing, acting, or playing, there must be an ending. It's a good thing to have an ending, Assyrian Empress! ”

It was Shakespeare, not someone else, who expressed his opinions in such an exaggerated tone as speaking in a musical opera.

I don't know when Shakespeare was behind Semiramis with a book in his hand and a pen in his hand, writing desperately about something with an unprecedented enthusiasm on his face.

“Our books also have to have an ending, which is why we live to this day! ”

Shakespeare responded to the call to be a part of the Grail War for no other reason than to write an unprecedented story.

A collision between hero and hero.

Confusion between magic and magic.

The friction between mystery and mystery.

The difference between belief and belief.

All of this in the Holy Grail War has deeply attracted Shakespeare, kept Shakespeare singing miracles and worked hard for books.

After all, it's all material he's never had before, and it's a wonderful thing to inspire him.

So in this Holy Grail war, Shakespeare will live up to his wish.

Even now that more than half of Shakespeare's body has turned to ash, the whole body has a brighter glow than Semiramis, and a thinner presence, which is the same.

It seems that Shakespeare did everything to survive the fire of Joan's Red Lotus and the poison of Basheum's goddess, and finally survived at a painful cost, relying on his skills, before he died of chastity in Shiro Tiangrass.

In response, Semiramis did not turn back, but merely asked.

“Nah, Caster. ”

“What can I do for you? Assyrian Empress? ”

“What does it feel like to be able to make a wish come true? ”

“This is a really not your style question, but if you have to ask, we can also answer you, it feels terrible. ”

“Sucks? ”

“Ah, yes. ”

“Why?”

“Because, no matter what we write, it turns into a tragedy. ”

“Doesn't that suit you? I think your best work is the four tragedies, right? ”

“Yes, but Assyrian Empress, oh, you know, like to write tragedy and like to see tragedy are two completely different meanings, we are heartily happy to be able to write a tragedy of the outrageous world, but as there is no second person but us to see this work, we can only watch this tragedy to sue others at the end of the day, is this not a terrible end? ”

“So, whether it's me or you, it's a shitty ending, right? ”

“That's the price of living to the end, beautiful fish goddess. ”

Leaving this conversation behind, Semiramis and Shakespeare turned into light particles and disappeared into the world.

And this scene, somebody saw the last.

The lord in the leather jacket and his followers in the armor saw the end not far away.

“Phew...”

The lion hijacked a smoke in his mouth and said to the rebel knight beside him.

“Didn't you yell a long time ago to get rid of the Empress? Why did you suddenly change your mind and watch the buzz? ”

In response to this statement by his lord, Mordred simply leaves his mouth shut.

“Even I have no interest in the King who is about to disappear, my lord.” Mordred said somewhat uncomfortably: "It's enough to make up for the last blow, and I didn't want to do it again. ”

“Really?” said Lion Robbery. "I thought you were going to make a scene and leave again. ”

“I have this idea.” Mordred said quite frankly, "But it doesn't matter now, does it? ”

“Indeed." The lion hijacked the border back to this sentence.

The two were then silenced at the same time.

Optical particles, too, were dispersed on Modred.

At the end of the day, the conversation between the two was extremely simple.

“I say, Lord, what shall we do in the end with our wishes? ”

“Who knows, but it's too late to say that again? ”

“Indeed.”

This is the last conversation between the two.

Until the followers around them disappeared completely, the lion hijacking did not look in its direction, continued to smoke, and then turned around and walked in one of the directions of the grasslands.

In that direction, a sub-species of Grail war is said to be on the verge as well.

The magic of the lion hijacking leads in that direction.

In your hand, hold a piece of silver armor.