The farewell between Fang Li and Yuan Laiguang was so unremarkable.
Although plain and unremarkable, just like Yuan Laiguang said, both parties estimated that this experience would be imprinted in their hearts.
Fang Li will remember that he had a more inexplicable mother for some reason.
Yuan Laiguang will remember that he has another son who is different from the adopted son before his death.
It's that simple.
However, for others, farewell is often accompanied by pain.
At least, Semiramis now has no other feelings except pain.
"Tick..."
The blood flowed from the hideous wound and dripped on the ground.
"Zheng..."
The outline of the body exudes brilliance, and the existence is gradually wiped out.
Semiramis sat slumped in the corner of the endless grassland, looking at the distant blue sky.
"It's over..."
He didn't know what kind of emotional words he carried, and murmured from his mouth to the surroundings.
As the owner of the Sky Garden, Semiramis was the first to discover Bathum's abnormality, clearly knowing that his treasure was being eroded by the opponent, and sailing to the world with an unprecedented disaster.
If Semiramis is willing, it can completely isolate the space around Bathum and resolve the threat of Bathum.
But Semiramis did not do this, but allowed Basium to continue to wreak havoc, and for the first time escaped from the sky garden through space transfer, came here, and watched the end of the Holy Grail War with his own eyes.
In the end, the garden of the Empress of Assyria was burned out, and the Great Holy Grail was also taken back by the enemy. Even the man who was the lord seemed to have gotten the end he deserved. Not only was his ambition destroyed, he died before her. The red camp ushered in a real defeat.
"It's a really unsmiling ending..."
Semiramis said so, with a slight smile on his stunning beauty.
It's not because of happiness, nor is it because of pleasure, it's just ironic because of witnessing everything.
"As a result, neither you nor me are destined to be the one who can lavishly fulfill what we want. This is our end."
For Semiramis's remarks, it was not others who gave affirmation, but the servants standing behind him.
"People are always dissatisfied with everything around them, but they don’t have a difference between the beginning and the end. Whether it’s a book writer, a singer, a performer, or a fun player, there must be an ending. It’s a good thing to be able to have an ending. Empress of Assyria!"
The follower who expresses his opinions in such an exaggerated tone as a speech in a musical is not someone else but Shakespeare.
Shakespeare, who appeared behind Semiramis, was desperately writing something with a book in his hand and a pen in one hand. His face carried unprecedented enthusiasm.
"My book must also have an ending. It is for this purpose that my generation will survive to this day!"
Shakespeare will respond to the call and become a member of the Holy Grail War for nothing but to write an unprecedented story.
The collision between heroes and heroes.
The confusion between magic and magic.
The friction between mystery and mystery.
The difference between belief and belief.
All these events in the Holy Grail War deeply attracted Shakespeare, and Shakespeare continued to eulogize miracles and write swiftly.
After all, all of these are materials that he didn't have in his lifetime, and they are also wonderful things that can inspire him.
Therefore, in this Holy Grail battle, as long as he can live to the end, Shakespeare can realize his wish.
Even if more than half of Shakespeare's body has turned to ashes, and the whole body exudes the brighter brilliance of the game Miramis, and a thinner sense of existence, that is the same.
It seems that in order to survive Joan’s red lotus fire and Basium’s god-killing poison, Shakespeare tried everything. In the end, before the death of Amakusa Shiro Tokisada, he relied on his own skills and suffered a lot of pain. Cost, survived.
In this regard, Semiramis did not look back, just asked such a sentence.
"Now, Caster."
"What's the matter? The Empress of Assyria?"
"What's it like to be able to fulfill my wish?"
"This is really a question that is not your style, but if you have to ask, my generation can answer you too. It feels really bad."
"Sucks?"
"Ah, yes."
"Why?"
"Because, no matter how we write, it will become a tragedy in the end."
"Isn't that to your liking? I remember the four tragedies that you are most proud of?"
"Indeed, but the female emperor of Assyria, you have to know that there are two completely different meanings between liking to write tragedies and liking to watch tragedies. We feel joy from the bottom of our hearts to be able to write tragedies that are extraordinary. There is no one other than us who can see this work. In the end, we can only watch this tragedy and tell others. Isn't this a bad ending?"
"In other words, whether it's me or you, it's a terrible ending, right?"
"This is the price of living to the end, the beautiful daughter of the fish god."
Leaving such a dialogue, Semiramis and Shakespeare all turned into light particles and disappeared into this world.
And this scene, someone saw the last.
The lord wearing a leather jacket and the servant wearing an armor saw the last not far away.
"Huh..."
Lion Jiejieli took a sip of the cigarette in his mouth and said to the rebellious knight beside him.
"Isn't you still clamoring to get rid of that empress? Why did you suddenly change your mind and watch the excitement?"
Mordred just curled his lips in response to his master's speech.
"Even if it is me, I have no interest at all in the king who is about to disappear, Master." Mordred said with a bit of annoyance: "It is enough to make up for the last blow, once done, I But I didn’t want to do it a second time."
"Really?" The Lion Jiejie Li said indifferently: "I thought you would definitely make a big fuss before leaving."
"I have this idea." Mordred said very frankly: "But it doesn't matter now, right?"
"Indeed." The lion robbers the world with such a sentence.
Immediately, the two were silent at the same time.
Light particles also radiated from Mordred's body.
In this last getting along, the dialogue between the two is also very simple.
"I said, Master, what shall we do with our wishes in the end?"
"Who knows, but it's too late to say this at this time?"
"indeed."
This is the last conversation between the two.
Until the follower around him completely disappeared, Lion Jiejieli didn't look in the direction where he was, and continued to take a cigarette, then turned around and walked in one of the directions of the grassland.
In that direction, it is said that a subspecies holy grail war is also about to start.
The magic envoy named Lion Jiejieli went in that direction.
In his hand, he held a piece of silver armor.