Chapter 2079：

"This is—this is—"

"It seems that you, like them, have completely forgotten, Bedwell. Forget the journey of sanctification. Okay, let me tell you. This empire does not exist because of His Majesty, but His Majesty is because of this empire. And existence. The Holy Grail has created all people equally, and the reason why His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor can be the Holy Spirit, can be the only restraining force, is not inherently special, but people's trust in him."

"The empire does not exist because of someone, but because of people; His Majesty and the Holy Apostles are not born with people, but people trust us. However, when the power of the Holy Grail comes to an end, the one we are familiar with His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor, the irresponsible Majesty who disappeared and became the biggest obstacle to the continued existence of the empire. So in the decision that day, I killed him."

"But—but—"

"Why can the poison of sinking deprive constancy? What is the poison of sinking? I'll tell you, that is the distrust of the empire. Why is the power of the Holy Spirit taken away from the emperor, that is also... the distrust of the empire ."

The tone of Ager's text is so plain and calm, but in Bedwell's eyes it is so heavy.

He couldn't help falling to the ground, breathing hard, sweating down, and he had a feeling of suffocation.

——If one day, you have to choose between the heavenly emperor and the eternal empire, who will you choose? ?

Bedwell's mind reverberated with the old sword's question to him.

He originally thought that he didn't need to answer this question at all, but he didn't expect this question to be so abrupt and exposed to him so directly.

At this moment.

Either Geranda or Age Guiwen gave their own answers.

Age Zhiwen was silent for a moment, and then said: "I said, your spirit... is too weak."

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Chapter 71 The Words of the Star Cup

"That guy from Aggiwen actually said that thing like this." The Holy Apostle Pendragon frowned displeased.

"Hey! Sister... Have you really done something to His Majesty the Emperor?" Witch Altria couldn't help but asked.

Upon hearing this, the Holy Apostle Pendragon nodded.

Seeing the Holy Apostle Pendragon nodded, the witch Altria indignantly accused: "You keep saying that'Bedwell' is a traitor, but in the end you are the traitors! Too much, Morgan Lefy! "

"The matter is urgent, but I have nothing to quibble about that matter. But, Al, you have to die here."

"After all, I'm just a traveller who is out of control. Why do you have to involve me in the struggle for power?"

"The power of the Holy Grail has come to an end. Once the war with pan-human history is unfolded, no one can ignore it."

"In that case, why not directly ask for help from pan-human history?"

"If you are the leader of a nation, no, even if you are just an ordinary person of a nation, would you accept foreigners? Are you willing to share your land resources, public resources, and survival resources with foreigners? What's more, it's a different world. People? I’m telling you that there are six billion people in pan-human history. If another six billion of the displaced people and the imperial disaster victims lose their constancy, the entire pan-human history will collapse on its own. This planet is too small, Can't hold so many people."

"This—"

"The future is seized by the sword, and what I cherish is protected by the sword. If you don't want to die here, give up your weak thoughts, give up your immature magical way, and use the sword to defeat me. Otherwise, you It can only stop here."

The holy apostle of Pendragon was waving his short wand, the light flickered, and countless torrents of magic power surged towards the witch Altria.

"I don't want to get involved in these things at all—I don't want to get involved in these things."

The witch Altria tightened her lips and had to launch a surgical counterattack.

However, her shallow skills were not at all an opponent of the Holy Apostle Pendragon, and could only be beaten into a mess.

The empire is coming so fiercely, even Avalon can hardly defeat it.

The chaotic flames of war are getting more and more prosperous in this ideal place to escape from the world.

Seeing the flames of war spreading across Avalon, Hatres retracted his gaze, looked at Taito, and said, "Master Taito, Master Taiton is already asleep. It's time to say goodbye."

Taito was stunned for a moment, then glanced at the warring Pendragon Saint Apostle witch Altria, then his gaze fell on Shirou, and then nodded, "...it's indeed the time."

Her eyes gradually strengthened.

...

With a "knock", Mordred pierced Vivian, who was covered in black shadows, with a sword, and knocked it down. After coming down, his whole body dissipated like foam.

The straw on Guinevere's back slowly disappeared, as if she had lost a pillar, she rolled her eyes and fainted, but she was hugged by Morgan Lefy on the side in time.

Mordred looked at Guinevere worryingly, she was a little worried about whether the sword she had just caused a fatal injury to Guinevere.

Although she doesn't care about the life and death of Guinevere of the Empire, the black shadow that just emerged is undoubtedly her teacher Vivienne, and if the memory is correct, like the previous Barol, she can be in the Emperor of Heaven. Most of the giant arm's survival was also related to Vivian.

Morgan Leffey pressed Guinevere’s neck arteries and probed it, and shook his head at the worried Mordred: “It’s okay, it’s just that I lost too much energy and fainted.”

Mordred nodded silently, and then was surprised to find that the burnt-out body gradually regained a human silhouette, the faint blue flame gradually extinguished, and a layer of white skin slowly regenerated.

——The tribute this time is also very good, Mordred.

The third eye of the star cup slowly closed.

"Hey! You fellow—"

Mordred stared angrily at the star cup with her eyes closed, and her heart was deeply annoyed. She knew that because she could turn back into a human, it must be the ghost of the star cup.

But this is not something to be thankful for, because the star cup is not the holy grail, it is something from hell, full of malice and unkindness, and the manifestation of the devil.

Star Cup can return the concept of humanity to her, it must be some other price.

This time Star Cup will close her eyes and return the concept of humanity to her. This is because she defeated the alienated Vivian according to the needs of the Star Cup, and the Star Cup sucked those away from Vivienne. The shadow of the same source was satisfied.

What about the last time?

At the time when the giant arm of the Emperor was shot down, what was the price for the Star Cup to return the concept of humanity to her?

Morgan Lefy took Guinevere into the cave and put the cloak on her.

Mordred didn't stop, just looking at Guinevere with a complex expression, her heart was in a mess.

For the sake of pan-human history, she was mentally prepared to kill Guinevere, but what she didn't expect was that Vivian's spirit resided in the body of Guinevere of the empire.

As a result, she fell into a quagmire of hesitation, unable to be as decisive as before.

The person Mordred most respected and dearest was actually not Altria as his mother, Shirou as his father, or his righteous brother Galahad, but her teacher Vivian.

"What the **** is going on?" Mordred frowned, his face full of confusion and perplexity.

"I don't know, I don't have this memory. I can only ask after Vivienne is sober and sensible." Morgan Leffey gently covered Vivienne with the bedding, and said to Mordred.

Mordred nodded, turned his head, and stared at the fainted Guinevere.

Looking at the sleeping Guinie Vil, she didn't notice a trace of Vivienne's wavelength. She looked like a parallel-world co-individual, and it was also an inexperienced, weak and deceptive greenhouse flower.