Second World Book

In the vanity sky garden floating in the sky, Amakusa and a group of Servants all aimed their eyes and eyes at the Holy Grail.

“It’s finally starting!” Shabihuan called. What an exciting moment, he will witness the miracle and write the story of the miracle. Oh, it’s so lucky.

“There have been countless heroes and emperors who have tried to challenge, but no one has completed this great cause, and at this moment, it must be achieved in front of my generation!” After hearing the compliments and acclaim of Caster, Amakusa seemed to think of something , Stopped and faced Sabie.

“Well, finally at this point…thanks to you, but there is one more thing to do before you start.”

As he said, Amakusa raised his hands and hummed, a large number of Lingman appeared out of thin air.

“Master?!” Seeing this, Sabie suddenly had a bad hunch and took a step back unconsciously.

Amakusa said lightly: “I know your joy is not false. Compared to happy-end, I think you prefer bad-end! I like the four tragedies you wrote, but–“

“Wait a minute…Master, you can’t do anything to me…please don’t do this…don’t be so cruel as to obliterate a novelist’s wishes…” Shabi screamed, trying to dispel his “cruel” thoughts. .

Amakusa did not listen, but ordered: “I don’t like to be the protagonist of the tragedy story. In the name of the spell, don’t write tragedies related to me!”

As a lingering spell disappeared, it immediately took effect, and the ring of light locked Sabie.

“Ah…too much…too cruel!” Sabie knelt on the ground and howled, disrespecting him as an artist.

Amakusa didn’t care about using a spell like this at random, especially the follower of Shakespeare’s basic function called 666. This is probably the biggest use of his spell, is it the best use of it?

“But that’s the fact! Since the Lingman restrains you, it proves that what you want to write is still my tragedy!” Amakusa is not easy to fool. His Lingman does not allow Shabi to write about his tragedy. If Sha Ling Bi does not have that kind of thought in mind, and Ling Ling will not work.

“It’s true that I don’t want to write…but in case my hand slips…I don’t know what to do…this is the writer of the so-called…” Shabby said with a strong mouth, he would not give in easily, especially When you encounter such an interesting thing, how can you give up and give up, as Amakusa said, what he wants most to see in his heart is tragedy.

You should know that the real masterpieces are sublimated by tragedy, which will make readers unforgettable forever. Happiness is always short-lived. Only tragedy, pain, humiliation… These negative effects are more shocking and thought-provoking. eternal!

Amakusa smiled and said nothing. He was very patient, and he couldn’t use a spell to deal with it. The caster couldn’t resist the spell unless he wanted to kneel from head to toe.

Seeing that Amakusa didn’t mean to take back the curse, Shabi shouted with a bite of compromise, “I understand! I accept…”

As soon as the voice fell, the shackles of the aperture were lifted at the same time. Sharu was relieved, but his expression was slightly lost. There was no way, who let him meet a highly intelligent master!

Semiramis and Amakusa looked at each other, and the latter nodded slightly towards the Holy Grail.

Semiramis spread his hands together, the magic circle appeared, and a step of light appeared on the road of Amakusa, so that his master could step on the step.

“Strengthen your own heart!” Silius, who had always been reticent, gave the final advice.

“Hmm!” Amakusa nodded firmly, his coat took off, and there were a lot of knife marks on his body. He opened the treasure of the left and right hands, pressed against the wall of the Holy Grail, tore a hole, and stepped on it, and the whole person fell into the light…

Seeing the wall of the Great Holy Grail healed, Sabie closed the magic book: “Then, my generation will go back and continue to write…um…”

Before she finished speaking, suddenly a magic circle appeared at her feet, and a blue chain sprang out, tying him with all kinds of flowers at once, and suddenly exclaimed: “Ahhh… This is the second time today, why is it always I will be targeted! Your Highness Assassin.”

Other Servants were surprised to look at Semiramis, but Achilles scorned his lips disdainfully. Who made you owe, not against you, against whom?

Semiramis stared at Sabie and asked, “I have something to ask you, what kind of ending do you want our lord, glory or failure?”

Morgan Leffe raised his mouth slightly, so why not ask?

Sabie obviously wanted a tragedy, not just him. Of these Servants, except for the son of Lancer, few of them were pure-minded.

Sabie heard the words and asked with a grin: “Since how to ask, then my generation will ask the people present, which one do you want?”

Semiramis said with a cold face: “We are Servant, naturally glory!”

“Long live failure!” Afu, who evaporates reason, spoke his mind without a brain.

“…” Everyone present was stunned, lying on the trough, worthy of the rational evaporation of BUFF.

“Oh oh, finally there is the first one who is willing to say what is in your heart. What about you, the empress of Assyria? We don’t want to listen to hypocrisy, Assassin. You want to witness the destruction of the lord too! Do you want it or not? Come! Answer!”

Semiramis frowned slightly, glanced at everyone around him, and nodded slightly: “I don’t deny that I want to see it. I have seen too many people in a desperate gesture, but… I have never seen the saint’s despair, therefore, I I want to see…”

“(⊙o⊙)…” Everyone was surprised to look at Semiramis. Your lord had just entered, what would you say, really good?

“But…what the man really wanted to see, the kind of beautiful blueprint, I also want to see it with my own eyes, what step can I do? I am also looking forward to this! It is really contradictory!” Semirami Si’s voice turned, stunned out of the Shinto.

“Hoya, is this your truth? Assassin.” Morgan Leffy sneered.

Semiramis looked cold: “…Of course! Still, what do you think of me?”

“Of course not, just the intuition of “like”.” Morgan Leffe smiled.

“Oh oh, this anxiety is nothing more than…” Shabbi, who thought he saw it, was brighter, but before the words were spoken, the space suddenly shook.

“Shut up! Caster. Go back and write your book, dare to talk nonsense, be careful that I kill you.” Semiramis snake pupil glared at Sabie, then turned around and said to everyone: “The enemy has come, Then the battle begins!”

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