Chapter 281 Another Dream and a Holy Grail Wish

Blood, bloody sky, as if someone peeled off the clear skin and tore the sky into a bloody wound.

The sound of flesh and bones being crushed echoed, like an aria of doomsday, crazy and disorderly. Thick water vapor and splashing blood gathered into a sticky fog, and scarlet moisture rose from a huge deep pit and adhered to people's faces, like a layer of creeping human skin mask.

Thunder passed over the gloomy sky, roaring loudly.

The heavy rain gathered in an instant and sprinkled on the world. 'She' subconsciously spread her palms to catch the falling raindrops.

The dazzling red stung her eyes.

The hurricane roared and burst into roars.

The perspective rose uncontrollably, and when the man standing beside her came into view, 'she' held her breath in disbelief.

A head of white hair was so lonely and so desolate under the blood light.

Farther away, soldiers in Hu clothing had their necks torn by sharp blades, blood spurted out from the cuts, and after a few twitches, they stopped moving. The executioner turned numbly and walked towards the next target, while the orderly dragged Shang Wen's body and threw it into the mass grave.

Such a similar person, such a similar scene.

"This is your sin." In the panic that gripped her heart, she heard her own voice, which seemed to come from the abyss, with dead silence and hysterical madness.

"For you, all this is worth it."

The general in the dark Qin armor turned around and responded calmly. The face was clearly separated by the mist, but it made "her" so familiar that her chest began to ache.

"Blood debts must be paid with blood. No matter what, you will die a miserable death if struck by lightning. I will bear the responsibility."

There was a roar of thunder in the distance, and the black bird flapped its wings, shattering the wronged souls that emerged. However, the crying of the dead souls never stopped. The bloody rain poured down, not falling on the white-haired general, but soaking her red dress.

From the general's dark pupils, 'she' saw her appearance - wearing a red dress, a crown on her head, holding a golden cup in her hands, noble and petite, as if she would be blown away by the wind at any time.

"So, what are you going to do?" In a sneering voice, the girl in the red dress took a step forward, and her charming body almost stuck to the cold armor. A trace of hesitation flashed in the general's dark pupils, which had not yet been stained with blood, but soon became firm.

Then the girl's body suddenly became light, as if a blooming blood rose was picked and thrown into the dust without any nostalgia.

The white-haired general stretched out his hand and pushed her off the cliff gently and resolutely.

The bloody sky, the bloody earth, the bloody dress swayed vigorously, and began to fall into the endless abyss.

The tense face of the white-haired general was reflected in her pupils, and she began to laugh, laughing wantonly.

"Haha, hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!"

In the muffled sound of landing, the human limbs submerged the girl, and then more corpses mixed with rain fell, covering the hideous beautiful face.

From then on, the white-haired general's eyes always reflected the favor and curse of the beast.

And the girl was suppressed in Naraku, and only saw a ray of light after a hundred years.

The picture disappeared, and what followed was endless lamentation, endless curses and endless madness. In the endless darkness, she only felt that her head was getting more and more painful, and she couldn't help but hold her head and grit her teeth.

In the muffled groan, the scene changed again.

In the palace burning with red and gold, the white-haired general's pupils were stained with blood, and he transformed into a long spear and a short sword in his hand, tearing the limbs of the alien and piercing the flesh of the monster.

Shuttled through the twisted tentacles and beasts, the general dragged the long spear backwards and swung out an amazing spear dance. The bloody sharp light almost tore the space apart. He was obviously fighting with a behemoth, but the general's posture was like a giant standing upright, fighting the wind and waves, tearing the lightning!

Countless demons roared in unison, countless heroic souls praised loudly, and the man turned into a stream of light and soared into the sky, charging towards the invisible fate in the sky!

The majestic sound waves almost crushed the eardrums. In the overwhelming pressure, fate laughed coldly, stretched out an irresistible palm, and pushed the man off the cliff.

So the general with bloodshot pupils broke his wings, the bloody blade shattered inch by inch, and the beast shadow that emerged from the ground roared excitedly, rushed forward, tore the body of the defeated and drank the dripping blood.

No, don't--

'She' couldn't help crying, and stretched out her hand desperately, but a bloody light burst out from her hand, smashing the man's body into pieces.

In the throbbing of her heart that almost stopped beating, she finally got rid of the dreamlike illusion.

"Governor!"

The cold sweat soaked his dress, and the blond emperor opened his green eyes, like a helpless little beast subconsciously looking for support.

But what came into view was the dim candlelight and the familiar curtains.

The curtain was pulled open, and Boudica, who heard the movement, pushed the door open and walked in: "What happened, Your Majesty Nero? The scouts found you fainted on the side of the road..."

Before she finished speaking, Boudica met Nero's eyes, and her voice stopped abruptly.

Such empty eyes, like a lonely soul still wandering in the wilderness.

"General Boudica." The girl lying on the bed pursed her lips, grabbed the sheets tightly, and barely raised the corners of her mouth, but that smile seemed to be crying.

"The governor betrayed..."

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[Successfully returned to the original world line, please re-enter the singularity within five days! 】

With the cold reminder, the body sitting in the room accepted the soul and reopened its golden dragon eyes.

The next moment, his skin and flesh exploded, blood splashed, and the muscles of his right hand shattered and drooped weakly.

The smell of blood filled the small room, but the young priest did not change his expression. He just stood up and pushed the window open with his intact left hand to ventilate, then chose a more comfortable posture and sat down with his eyes closed.

Concentrating inward, the endless starry sky spread out in his mind, and as the master's faith moved, the golden holy cup appeared.

Although it is not the original, nor the authentic, it is still a treasure carefully crafted by King Solomon, and it is a magical aggregate that can support the world.

Compared with the Holy Grail No. 726 in Fuyuki City, it also has the function of realizing wishes and can open the hole to the root.

The magician who gets it will be ecstatic, because this is the end of his long-cherished wish; the mortal who possesses it will fall into the trouble of happiness, because there are too many wishes that can be made; the saint who gets it will smile silently, because this is the universal and redeeming light of life, and the beacon that leads the distressed human beings to the road of evolution.

But unfortunately, it has now fallen into the hands of this young man.

"I have made a wish to the Holy Grail..." As if looking at a new toy, the boy raised his eyebrows, and the wounds on his body recovered rapidly under the nourishment of magic, "Hmm, wealth? That kind of thing is within reach. Beauty? Isn't it too embarrassing to wish for beauty with the Holy Grail on the set of Fate? Improvement of strength? If the Holy Grail is used to forcibly increase strength, wouldn't my efforts be like a joke?"

Compared with the rich gifts that can be obtained by casually talking, Shuoyue would rather believe in everything that can be obtained after paying sweat and blood, and even risking his life.

The pie that comes without effort will only make people forget themselves. Such an adventure may seem to soar into the sky, but it also means that as long as the illusory grace is lost, those who seem to be high above will fall miserably.

Only by being down-to-earth and building a tower to the sky can Shuoyue be as strong as she wants.

"But..." Shuoyue pursed her lips and retracted her sinful hand that wanted to take the Holy Grail to drink water when she recalled a certain figure in her mind.

"Maybe, there is really a wish."

The priest pondered for a while and slowly closed his eyes. The Holy Grail in his hand lit up, and at least 50 cents of sound and light effects echoed in the room, but it withered like a blue sky and white clouds in a row.

Shuoyue was slightly stunned, shook the cup angrily, then closed his eyes again and whispered a new sentence.

This time, the light bloomed.