Chapter 631

Under Merlin's guidance, Saber came to a lake, and the Lady of the Lake presented her with that holy sword of the stars that people are familiar with.

The Sword of Promised Victory 【Excalibur】 and the scabbard Avalon.

Between the two, Saber picked up the holy sword, and under the gaze of countless people, smiled and said: "...... I will pick up the holy sword and open up a future where people can laugh."

Behind her.

Merlin sighed softly.

Many people looked at this scene and felt sad: "Perhaps at this moment, everything was truly destined."

"Yes, after all, with the absoluteness of Avalon, perhaps even fate itself can be blocked."

There were also some powerful people who sighed: "Those who possess power must be superstitious about power. King Arthur, who opened up the future with the holy sword, must believe more in the protection of the sword.

But the sword can only protect against external enemies; how can internal conflicts be solved by the sword?"

People from some worlds where the strong prey on the weak disagreed: "How can the sword not work? Strength is everything. If you have a sword in your hand, it is everything, it is correct."

The guy from Earth rolled his eyes: "Why does everyone say it's easy to share hardships but hard to share wealth?

When poor, everyone is united and struggles together. But when it comes to enjoying the fruits, various conflicts among one's own people emerge.

They are all your own people, all brothers who fought the world with you, can you rely on the sword to deal with them? Forcibly suppress contradictions, not allow them to speak?

They are all human, and all possess the most simple emotions.

So what if you hold the strongest power?

They are each a part of the kingdom, a part of your ideal.

What to do?

How to do it?

The human world is not the animal world, how can it be as simple as the strong preying on the weak?

In the end, when you are guarding the industry, you are not facing enemies, but your own people; it's not as simple as pulling out a knife and killing someone."

A group of strong people whose brains were full of muscles were confused.

Their simple worldview made it difficult to deal with such problems.

They have no friends, no subjects, are not Kings, and cannot imagine how such a problem can be solved.

There were also some superiors with cold gazes.

"That's why idealists can never accomplish anything, because the way to solve problems relies on the most cold-blooded and dirty politics.

And they are the ones furthest from politics..."

A brother said weakly: "Did you guys forget what Saber said when she first appeared? She knows politics, and there is an Agravain helping her shoulder the darkness. Calm down, the fundamental reason for the collapse of Saber's kingdom is the departure of the Age of Gods. In an environment with barren magical power, the ancient Celts could no longer survive. The world is big, but survival is the biggest...

God damn politics solves everything, your politics is worth shit, at most it's a lubricant, and most of the time it's the culprit."

Damn!!

The noble superiors' faces turned blue and white.

But they endured it.

Who told them that the speaker was a veteran, a person from the Divine Kingdom, not the commoners below them.

More people were still watching that heroic and great figure charging on the mythical battlefield, like a goddess raising a torch, leading heroes with a holy sword to end the chaotic world and open up a new era of peace and stability.

However...

……..

【In the calm gaze of the woman who turned into a will in the high sky.】

【People's lives gradually improved, and smiles gradually appeared on their faces.】

【The simple refugee shelter gradually became prosperous, forming towns, and the towns expanded, becoming cities, and finally becoming the holy capital that shines in the long river of time—Camelot.】

【The girl also put on a crown, draped in a dark blue cloak, and became the monarch who ruled this land. Countless subjects, dragons in the sky, and phantasmal species on the ground, all surrendered under her cloak.】

【Countless cheering and fanatical voices overlapped, shouting the King's name: Arthur!!】

【But the King who finally ascended to the supreme throne did not become arbitrary like countless monarchs in the past, nor domineering and greedy like a hero turning into a dragon.】

【Instead, she set up a Round Table, letting the knights who followed her sit at the same table to discuss the future of this newborn kingdom together.】

【At this moment, even the lowest-level people could have their fill, put on clothes, and obtain basic dignity.】

【"It's simply as beautiful as a dream."】

【The woman named Yukinoshita Haino looked at this scene and muttered.】

【Yes.】

【This is a dream.】

【Fragile and short-lived.】

【On the high tower.】

【The man under the hood, with eyes as magnificent as gems, watched quietly.】

【Watching the knights gradually distance themselves from the King who seemed to stand on the high sky from who knows when.】

【The resentment among the knights, the craving for more subjects, the gradually barren land, resentment rose from this land, and dissatisfaction was accumulating.】

【The man sighed softly: "Arthur, as long as you still exist in people's ideals, as long as you still entrust people's ideals, then people will admire you, rely on you, and then... distance themselves from you."】

【"Because the ideal itself is so lovable and fearful."】

【"Arthur... you have shouldered too many expectations from others without permission..."】

353. Madara "What did you say? The one who buried the gods is that person?

Many people were silent, and then sighed: "Even Brother Shu is very helpless."】

At this moment, they felt that this glorious and great King was so sad.

"After all, the ones blocking the front of Camelot are not enemies, not even gods, but..."

Other world.

On a high hill.

The elf mage with silver twin tails, petite figure, but a calm face, whispered softly: "... a better era. ~"

Just like their world, gods, phantasmal species, including people of the Age of Gods, are ultimately residues of the old era.

In the face of the rolling new era, the era belonging to humans, they can only be frozen in history and come to an abrupt end.

Because their historical mission has been completed.

Like a hero, like... Himmel.

But if there were Heroic Spirits in their world, perhaps... perhaps defeating the Demon Race wouldn't be so hard, perhaps she could see Himmel again...

Her hand tightened and then relaxed, the thousand-year-old mage named Frieren sighed and walked down the hill.

"Let's go, Fern, Stark, the destination is still far away."

Heavens worlds.

Many strong people sighed with deep feeling.

In the face of the torrent of the era, individuals, and even ethnic groups, are too small.

This is not something that can be solved by strength.

Stopping the present is equivalent to giving up the future.

A species without a future has no meaning for existence.

Some people were also very unhappy: "Who said that? Let Brother Shu, no, Merlin do it, just split off a parallel world where the Celts can survive, right?"

A certain old man who was full of "Do you also want to dance?" crossed his arms and sneered: "And then? Stagnate in the Age of Gods? The end of the Age of Gods, how many powerful existences like Saber fought bloody battles and died on the battlefield to exchange for it?"

There were also many veterans who sighed: "The old man is right. Since Brother Shu buried the gods 14,000 years ago, bringing the 1,500-year-old Saber, countless heroes sacrificed everything, generations of people followed one after another, finally snatching the future back from the gods and opening up the era belonging to 【Humans】. How could they tolerate its regression?"

"Age of Gods, Age of Gods, since it's called the Age of Gods, it's naturally the era most suitable for gods. Even people of the Age of Gods, can they adapt to the environment better than the gods? Old man, that's what you mean, right?"

They figured this out.

They even suspected that the fading of the high-magic environment and the closing of the Great Source were the work of human giants like Brother Shu.

Humans have one good point, and that is that their lower limit is low. They are used to being poor, and they can survive in any environment.

In a low-magic environment, only a very small number of Celts mixed with too many phantasmal species and mythological bloodlines could not adapt.

The vast majority still adapted peacefully to become humans of the new era.

Madara nodded, but said dissatisfiedly: "What the hell is an old man? Kid, I'm not that old yet... wait."

He noticed something, his pupils shrank: "What do you mean by that person burying the gods 14,000 years ago?!!!"

And before, the tone seemed to say that Merlin and that person also had a relationship, and even meant that it was a subordinate derivation.

And damn it, can also tear the world line and split off a new parallel world?

Damn it.