——Under the rotating wheel of destiny, we are all just tiny dust.

After deeply entering his own destiny and facing this vast power, Xiao Lan felt his insignificance more and more.

In the future, he saw himself and Flora sleeping in the crystal coffin, and also saw a peaceful and peaceful world rather than a dead soul. This should mean that the battle he will face will win, and is destined to win... It's just a joke.

If he sends himself to the King of Necromancers, he can guarantee that the other party will simply cut himself off with a sword, and then put the whole world into the shadow of death to start a new cycle. The future he sees may be the same experience developed in the newly opened cycle that has been opened in countless thousands of years later. Another one successfully defeated another King of Necromancers and returned to the future he knew.

In this way, history seems to have returned to its original path, but he no longer knows where he died.

This ending is naturally not wanted to get, so I live for the sake of not wanting to die, so I live with the people I cherish. However, no matter how much preparation I make, it is still not enough when facing reality...

I will protect her.

But he could not make the same guarantee that the First Knight could say.

In order to win this battle that he cannot afford to lose, he needed as much combat power as possible, so the Sun Gold Sutra Black Sutra Death Bracelet was handed over to Merlin, the Phantom Divine Bow was lent to the only shooter who could exert its power, the Nightmare Legion tried its best to expand their strength, Queen Jira got the claw of the dragon that originally belonged to him, Pandora left Flora who could exert rough strength... But he himself could not fight with them, so there was no need to protect him.

His battlefield is beyond everyone. The enemy is the only and absolute.

Before he decides the winner, he will not have the opportunity to take care of others. If he is distracted in the struggle of his mind, it means failure. Only a truly pure and full heart can defeat the nothingness that has split from him and reunite into one to make up for his own soul. He has no reason or opportunity to think about other things in this.

——Planning depends on people, and success depends on heaven.

Make every preparations you can make as much as possible and try your best to devote yourself to it. Even so, you still don’t see any confidence in victory. But after reaching this point, it really depends on luck, or... destiny.

So I can't be anxious because it's useless to be anxious - Xiao Lan told herself this.

But things were not as he wished. The reason he found for himself could not relieve this anxiety, but instead added fuel to the fire, making him feel more upset and uneasy.

Sometimes things are not the most unbearable. What is most unbearable is the kind of waiting, not to mention that he is waiting for death with almost no hope. But this is not completely despair, and there seems to be a faint vitality in this death. Like a little light coming from the dark abyss, people cannot give up, and can only suffer from the horror of death and the life.

This irritability became more and more intense after Lancelot came to ask, so when the First Knight asked about their relationship, he directly pulled out the sword of victory behind him-

Of course it is not used to cut people down, but to throw it directly to the other party.

"Look at it, what do you feel..."

It was still in that faint tone, but it was not difficult to detect. The First Knight, who noticed this, sighed slightly. He didn't know how to solve it. He finally decided to remain silent, and at the same time he steadily caught the big sword thrown by the other party behind him.

This is definitely a good sword. Although the color is as dark as the night sky, it is like a piece of obsidian carved and polished. It also uses sculptures with elves like blood, and neatly looks like the devil swords that kill the Lord in the Nordic legend. But it is very mechanical and does not feel any filthy breath on it, not even the bloody evil spirit. It is pure like a quiet dark night sky, and there seems to be a little star light.

After really holding it in his hand, he made another even more incredible discovery.

"Why should this sword be tightly clamped with ten fingers?" He gently read the elf word, his expression changed several times in an instant, "Impossible, this is impossible..."

He murmured in disbelief and at the same time, he pulled out the long sword attached to his waist. It was a glory that shone like the lake water under the moon. There were also elf-prints on the sword blade, but at this moment, the holy sword from the fairy in the lake, Arondate, without regrets, was trembling slightly, and resonating with the black big sword that was close at hand!

In an instant, the First Knight found that his brain was not enough. "The engraving of the word "elves" can resonate with my sword. This is definitely an excalibur sword (excalibur), but how is this possible? How can the same holy sword exist at the same time?"

"A world does not appear, but it does not belong to this world - this is the fact, and the answer I want to give you." The demon did not deliberately hide it. He was in no mood to joke about it and explained the truth directly. "You may not have heard of the concept of parallel world, but the world we are in is not the only one. There are worlds parallel to it, with similar historical and similar characters, but there are qualitative differences. You are the knight of King Arthur in this world, and you may be just a civilian in another world. Different origins and experiences determine your different results. But since you have the same origin, then your appearance, strength, temperament, and even your destiny are somewhat similar. Maybe this is incredible, but you can only accept that I am you... another world, you in another time and space."

This "fact" sounds terrible, like a fantasy version of the bard's mouth, but the other person's expression shows that it is not a lie, and his next paragraph makes him unable to laugh at all.

"I have said before that I came from the future, but in fact, it is from another time and space. I can jump between different time and space. This sword is excalibur as you think. Its original owner is indeed Arthur - a cute, stupid girl who likes lions...."

I didn't say in detail the following words. When the other party widened his eyes and fell into shock, Xiao Lan activated the Nightmare Mirror to project several pictures-

In fact, it is the source of the holy sword in his hand. The CG illustration of Fate/staynight in the work of Xingyue Society, including the day of choosing the king, the breaking of the sword in the stone, the acquisition of the broken steel sword, etc., which describes the experience of having a girl named Artoria, but she deliberately did not release what had not happened in this world, especially the destructive battle that led to the destruction of the Knights of the Round Table and the final battle of the Sword Bar. I know that the future is not a good thing at times, especially when a distracted battle is about to begin.

But even so, the message is shocking enough.

Tonight Lancelot is destined to be in harmony with heaven and man. Arthur, who has a female body, has a serious impact on him. He is almost out of his mind and returns the dark sword in his hand to the demon. Then, he disappeared in his eyes without knowing what he was thinking.

Hopefully this won't affect his battle...

Xiao Lan, who was looking at the distant back, couldn't help but feel a little silent. Although he had deliberately not mentioned the "future", he seemed to have done something bad. At the critical moment when the atmosphere was not very good, it was undoubtedly a little worse. But just when his irritability increased instead of reducing, another person who could really help him came to him.

"Your heart is very confused, you shouldn't be in this state..."

The same problem is spoken from different people. The result is completely different.

Looking at the tall figure with blonde hair flying in the night wind, Xiao Lan couldn't help but smile bitterly on her face.

Flora...

The night wind blew the long hair of the female knight, and even under the light and blurred moonlight, a soft golden color could be seen. The light sprinkled from the side illuminated her already contoured face like a sculpture. A sculpture that can express the soft beauty with distinct heroic lines.

But when I saw this face again, the scene of the despair in Freddy's dream of enduring failures again and again appeared in his mind again and again, making his irritability worse and worse - for battle, her power was an absolute necessity. Perhaps it would be that without him, it would lead to failure, but he did not want her to be in danger. The result obtained in the wrong way would not be happy no matter what. It was the constant collision and impact of the contradiction between reason and emotion that constituted his greatest trouble.

But he is not the only one who thinks of that memory?

The infinite cycle of reincarnation in Freddy's dream, the almost extreme despair, the hope that he never gave up, everything was also engraved in Caroline's heart. This is also the only thought in her memory that she was fully accepted by "Flora" and built a profound bond from the qualitative roots-

So the female knight did not speak anymore, but walked up directly and gently hugged the man in front of her.

Neither of them spoke, but they became silent.

But this silence did not last long. The two men's faces began to approach each other, get closer, and then... kiss.

There was no need to speak anymore. Both of them hugged each other very tightly, and kissed deeply. Slowly, their hands moved on each other's bodies and rubbed them. Then their breathing became heavy. The irritability in the demon's heart turned into burning flames at this moment. They gently picked up the woman in front of them and fled into the night. They slowly drifted towards the room without lights like shadows.

The shadow of death has slowly come, and the fate of the world is facing a critical turning point, but on this night... time only belongs to them.

In the fusion of the soul and the irritable and anxious heart will be relieved, and sincere emotions will no longer become a burden of drag, but will become a strong hope that must be won.

If you don’t want to die, you can’t die, don’t die.

——With fullness and fulfillment, we will fight against nothingness!
Chapter completed!