It turns out that my youth story is fgo!

After the first wave of Lakhmu, the defense lines in various places were also thoroughly confirmed.

Even if the subsequent Lakhmu were not as numerous and crazy as this time, sporadic attacks still hit the mainland.

After observation and research, humans found that Lakhmu could move freely in the sea, and even hide in the deep sea without any discomfort, worthy of being Tiamat's creation.

So, should we be thankful that Lakhmu has enough malice and hatred for humans and heroes? This malice makes them not choose to hide in the sea collectively, jump out near the land to attack, even if they have wisdom close to that of humans, but will show up at the defense line just because humans are there.

This nature also makes it difficult for them to launch a sneak attack, and they generally choose to confront each other head-on.

All countries have a corresponding tacit understanding, and everyone began to rotate their troops to participate in the defense at the defense line, taking advantage of this precious time to train their troops. Otherwise, when Tiamat really wakes up, they will not face the current small-scale battles, but a war that truly sweeps the world.

However, even if Lahem's attack is resisted by the defense lines everywhere, the heroic spirits on the Great Wall seem to be the eternal guards. The heroic spirits are stationed on the defense line unremittingly, and humans are also stationed here, and no one is resting.

The scope of the Chaos Tide is still spreading. As Merlin said, even if he lets Tiamat sleep temporarily, he can't stop the expansion of the Chaos Tide, and these black sea waters also symbolize Tiamat's domain.

No one and the heroic spirit can stop this spread. At the moment when Tiamat has not woken up, the ocean that occupies 70% of the earth has become Tiamat's domain.

The dark sea water seemed ominous, but it also seemed to be pregnant with life, attracting people to approach and fall asleep.

For a time, people all over the world who had lost hope went to the ocean to commit suicide. After all, the end of the world is coming, and there are always people who can't bear the pressure. These people enter the ocean, just like returning to the arms of their mother, and they don't feel pain when they go to death.

In order to curb this trend, except for the soldiers stationed, the human leaders strictly ordered anyone to approach the ocean without authorization, and even pushed the defense line originally on the seashore to the land for hundreds of kilometers, otherwise they were very afraid that the soldiers stationed would also be bewitched.

The sea is the domain of Tiamat, and even other sea gods cannot resist this mother goddess of creation who symbolizes the sea of ​​origin.

The final battlefield will inevitably affect the land.

Everyone is clearly aware of this, because on the sea, neither humans nor heroes can compare with the power of Tiamat.

"Aaaaaaaaa..."

The ubiquitous ballad seemed to echo over the entire ocean, even drifting into the land. It was the call of the mother, more terrifying than any siren's song.

I could not refuse that gentle, tolerant, kind, and giving mother.

"I heard the voice."

The traveler reflected the blue planet Earth with his clear blue eyes. No, it was no longer blue. The blue ocean was covered by endless darkness. In the lonely and dark universe, the originally beautiful blue planet had become dim, like a night pearl that had lost its light, just a clumsy stone.

Finally, in space, the melodious and gentle voice was heard.

"It has become different."

The traveler looked at the dark earth with a sad expression.

Of course, he would not think that the earth would not look good after it became like this, but the blue dot in his memory, the dim and beautiful blue dot when he left the solar system, eventually turned black.

The blond traveler looked into the universe, as if he could see all the lonely and dark universes he had sailed through, as well as his wandering body.

And the future that seemed very far away, but was actually very close.

"Mother, I'm coming back."

In fact, without the traveler's reminder, these many signs also made humans realize that the time for Tiamat to wake up was not far away.

Although there was still a long way to go before the three months, no one dared to put all their hopes on Merlin's magic.

After all, even the flower magician himself did not dare to guarantee that he was not even a small insect compared to the Tiamat who had not sealed himself. Just one breath was enough to kill him.

So, taking advantage of this last short period of peace

, countless people entered the factory and went to the battlefield. Everyone was overloaded with work. Everyone had a panic in their hearts. If one more bullet was produced, would there be more life?

However, bad news was happening every day.

The hastily opened production line naturally lacked a safety factor. In addition, many people were forced to work without any experience, and they were extremely tired... Some fell into the molten iron, some were crushed into meat paste by the machine, and some were caught in the explosion and fire. The survivors dragged the bodies away indifferently, simply cleaned the ground, and continued production.

There was no time to stop, no time to remember. If they were still sympathetic at the beginning and couldn't sleep at night, they were no longer in the mood.

Can't retreat, can only move forward, this is the human being now.

It's no wonder that Gilgamesh looked very satisfied. Suffering creates a brilliant soul. As long as they can survive, they must be excellent humans in his eyes.

The premise is to survive. In addition to accidents, the suicide rate is also high.

"…The body of Inoue was found when work started this morning." The foreman in charge of this area reported to the black-haired woman.

At their feet, there was a body. He curled up and leaned against the railing. The safety rope was wrapped around his neck. Obviously, he died of mechanical asphyxiation, and the rope wrapped around his fingertips meant that he committed suicide.

It is hard to imagine how much determination it takes to strangle yourself in such an embarrassing and pitiful posture.

Of course, there may be a possibility of homicide, but at such a critical moment, there will be no nosy detectives to investigate.

In fact, the Black Organization has even reached a certain degree of reconciliation with the governments of various countries. Moriarty also said that he would not pursue the past. He even asked Paracelsus to restore Edogawa Conan to his original state with a potion.

At present, Kudo Shinichi has learned many skills in Hawaii, such as flying a plane and defusing bombs. He is participating in pilot emergency training and completing flight missions. He has no time and mood to be a detective.

"Thank you for your hard work. Please send Inoue-kun to the recycling center. And please ask the person who found him and his roommates to come and talk to me for a while. Don't worry, it will only take about ten minutes."

Hiratsuka Shizuka looked at her watch and gave an accurate time.

After that, she smiled at the person in charge and returned to her room.

It was a very small space, even the Japanese people who were used to small spaces would be out of breath.

But Hiratsuka Shizuka was already very satisfied. After all, as a woman and a master, she was still alone in a room, not like other people, who were squeezed into a similar space.

As soon as she sat down, fatigue flooded into her heart. Hiratsuka Shizuka hadn't had a good rest for a long time. If she took off her makeup, she could see the big dark circles under her eyes and sallow skin.

As a master, Hiratsuka Shizuka could not participate in combat missions and dangerous production work. After she volunteered to participate in the construction, she was sent to do psychological counseling because she was a teacher before.

This was not the first time she had faced a corpse. By now, the endless depression was almost overwhelming her.

But she couldn't fall down. After all, she was the Master and the psychological counselor. She had to give everyone confidence.

Shizuka Hiratsuka unconsciously touched the spear she had placed beside the bed. The red silk cloth was wrapped around the golden spear, and the cold edge meant that this was not a toy, but a murder weapon.

This was the "hastily made spear" that Cu Chulainn usually used. He had several spares and gave it to Shizuka Hiratsuka before leaving.

"I am your Servant. Call me if you have anything... Although I said so, I don't think you will do it."

The blue-haired young man opened his scarlet eyes and smiled arrogantly at her.

"Then, I'll give this to you. Use this to protect yourself. I believe you can do it, Master."

Of course, Shizuka Hiratsuka would not have a chance to fight. As a master, their safety can guarantee the heroic spirits' bravery. It would be a waste to let them be cannon fodder. This is a problem that can be easily figured out.

But Shizuka Hiratsuka still accepted the spear and placed it on the bedside, accompanying her at all times.

When she was upset and wanted to give up, Shizuka Hiratsuka would always stroke the spear quietly, as if drawing strength from it.

Today, it is still the same.