Lost Narrative Poetry

No matter how beautiful it is, what is gone is gone after all.

No matter how cruel it is, what is coming is still coming.

That was King Arthur's last battle, the twilight battlefield where chivalry withered, and the tombstones of countless corpses cut off from the fire of life - the Battle of Kamlan.

The fierce conflict between the two armies continued until dusk. Both the enemy and us were dead. There were only a handful of living people on the mountain of corpses. On the blood-stained Kamlan Hill, there were only two figures left on the battlefield.

The ideal king and her rebellious son, Mordred.

During the battle, the king learned the reason for the rebellion. The rebel soldiers were not united because they hated King Arthur. But because of the never-ending war, the barren land, and the children dying of starvation...

They feel that they have been patient, but finally they can no longer bear it.

The king is indeed an ideal king. He takes it as a matter of course that people should live a clean and honest life, and he talks about this ideal that the country will definitely become rich in the end.

But when exactly will that happen? How long will it take for that patience to be rewarded?

Superficial humans don't know that all this is actually because Britain has reached its limit long ago and that's the end of it. It's just that the king is desperately protecting the country, in exchange for his own destiny, hoping to protect the people.

Years of brutal crimes can only beg God's favor, and the struggle between people will never end. The people feel that it is the king who is responsible for all of this, and it is the king's endless desire that has caused them to never get the true love. Recuperate and recuperate——

However, what is ridiculous is that it was precisely to protect his people that the king obliterated his own feelings and desires. On the chosen day that year, in front of the rock where the sword in the stone had been inserted, the inscription was abandoned at that time. The little wish of a girl there.

An ideal king, but precisely because he is an ideal, he cannot fathom how weak people are.

Therefore, the people's rebellion was fully incited based on such ridiculous reasons. They captured the royal city of Camelot, put up a formation to wait for the royal army who was exhausted from the expedition, and wanted to capture it in the shortest possible time. The king's head was kept to a minimum.

However, the war spread to the entire island and lasted for seven days.

"Why don't you pass the throne to me! Why don't you admit that I am your child! Why, I was born in this form! Why... why, why!" the rebellious knight roared.

The king had no words to answer the knight, and had no obligation to answer him.

The blades of Britain's last knight met, and the holy spear burned through the rebels' entrails and blew them away.

The rebel's magic sword shattered the king's helmet, scratched his skull, and took away his single eye and the rest of his life.

The rebellious knight's body slipped from the gun and died like this. The helmet fell down, revealing a face that had never been shown in front of others. The face of a girl with blond hair and blue eyes was exactly the same as the ideal king.

The bystanders who did not exist in their memories were originally extremely angry at him, but now they are left with deep powerlessness. After all, this is just a girl who has endured the weight of fate.

In her short life, everything came and went like the wind. Even though she was burdened with her mother's obsession, her longing for King Arthur far exceeded that ambition. It is precisely because of this that she is so eager to be recognized by her father who has dedicated her entire life to her.

But what happened immediately after was even more shocking to the hearts of these bystanders——

The more he stood on the top of the towering clouds, the more painful the fall would be. The ideal king lost all his strength and knelt down, looking at the battlefields around him. The sunset sky was bloody, and the earth in front of him was also bloody. .

The corpses lying on the ground were the people who once believed in a girl and supported her as king, and jointly dedicated a song of victory to her.

Looking down at the end of Britain, she could not help but sob. That was probably the true face of the king who had turned his heart into stone and had no emotions that no one had ever seen before.

"...I have caused countless wars and taken countless lives, so I will die more tragically than anyone else - being hated by everyone and dying. I clearly accept it..."

she cried, breaking down in sobs.

Isn’t it just yourself who will be destroyed?

Isn’t it only the King of Foolishness who will meet the death of foolishness?

"...It's not like this! It shouldn't be like this! What I pursue is not this result...! I know that Britain will end one day, but I believe that it should be more stable, like sleeping..."

It was a passion that no one could have imagined and that had been hidden in her heart until now.

Sorrow and anger that seem to tear the listener's chest apart, a cry that is enough to curse the world.

"——This is wrong, absolutely wrong! I, even if I can allow my own death, I will never allow such a situation!"

The king, who had fallen to the bottom of despair, stared at the sky and said these words full of resentment.

"...!!"

At that moment, everyone who sadly felt that this was already the most tragic ending was shocked at the same time. There was an ominous premonition so strong that it seemed to explode at the same time, and they could not say these words!

However, it was too late, and they had no ability to stop what had already happened.

——"I am preparing to give you the opportunity. In exchange for the fulfillment of that wish, I want to accept your death."

It seemed as if countless people were shouting in unison, old people, young people, men, and women. Those voices converged together. Because the shouts of countless people were superimposed on each other, it was blurry, but it expressed its meaning extremely clearly.

And because this was a dream presented by information such as memory, impression, cognition, etc., everyone also heard the sound exactly and understood what it was in an instant.

It was a voice from the world, a vicious miracle that picked up the girl's wish. She hated the country's demise so much that she rejected her own salvation and fell into an endless hell from which she could never be freed.

Time seemed to have stopped at this moment, and there was a cracking sound in the space. It seemed that the dream had finally reached its end and was disintegrating, and then completely shattered.

The next moment, everyone's vision was covered by a ray of light, and they lost consciousness in a state of shock, frustration, and a heavy heart.

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…

A freezing night in the frozen forest.

In the fierce snowstorm, an ancient castle built at an unknown time on the frozen soil in the distance could be vaguely seen, and warm firelight was shining from the windowsill.

It's just that the people who woke up here don't care about the blizzard and severe cold, and environmental problems will not threaten them in the short term. It's just that there seems to be something wrong with them. They are all lost in vision and depressed, and they all exude a kind of temperament that has seen through the world, has no desires and desires, and even seems to be in the twilight of twilight.

It's like watching a very emotional and immersive movie. After the movie ends, the moment you walk out of the cinema, you feel like you've been away from another world, and there's also a feeling of physical and mental exhaustion that you can't forget.

Although fifteen years have not really passed, the dream also intermittently presents some important memory scenes, but it is also like a long movie, and the narrative technique is not very sophisticated. It only tells things in order. The causes of what happened are explained one by one through the results.

But this was enough. Almost everyone seemed to have gone through a long journey and witnessed with their own eyes the great and tragic life of a girl becoming a king, and the tragic ending...

The loss and regret after all this disappeared made them all feel a touch of melancholy, and even had the feeling that they had traveled through that period of history and truly lived a long life.

At this time, even the always willful Xuanji remained silent. This unruly and arrogant little girl seemed to have grown up suddenly.

"I don't know why, I feel so uncomfortable..."

In the silence, Yuntianhe sat cross-legged on the snow with a distressed look on his face and said this with a bitter look on his face. He didn't know a few Chinese characters, and couldn't find any better adjectives. He just honestly expressed his feelings.

——I just feel so bad and uncomfortable.

After such an experience, even the carefree and carefree savage on the mountaintop felt like he had experienced all kinds of joys and sorrows.

"..."

"..."

However, most people probably felt the same way, so they didn't say anything. Han Lingsha lowered her head silently, feeling that she was close to the truth, because she had seen that girl twice before.

But at that time, she only thought that she was the maid of the young Taoist. She didn't know if she came from a foreign land further away than the Western Region, but she never thought that she had such an origin. Her magnificent life shocked her.

I just don’t know what happened after that. The ideal king would follow the young Taoist, but at least it seemed to be a good result, which made Han Lingsha subconsciously feel relieved——

She is probably one of the few people who has seen the hidden easter egg at the end of a tragic movie and discovered a happy ending.

Yun Tianhe has actually seen it before, but he didn't think too much about it, and it's hard to say whether he recognized Artoria's true identity. After all, in the scenes presented in the dream memory, this king has always been Showing one's identity by dressing up as a man.

There were also two lost people. While their eyes flickered, their minds were turning rapidly and they began to think seriously. They regulate their emotions very quickly, and they are not the first-time movie watchers around them, they are very experienced.

But to say it has no impact is definitely impossible——

Not to mention the sense of loss, regret, and depression that feels like a world away, this kind of dreaming back to a certain historical epic in the past, the real sense of empathy is so amazing, it really gives people the illusion that they have traveled through time and come back. .

So much so that they felt that the last scene of the dead body's apocalypse seemed to have happened more than ten years ago, and everyone's previous firm determination and thoughts of regaining their place had long since disappeared.

It seems that the second dream is not as sinister as the first dream, and there is no direct danger, but it is wearing down their will and assimilating their consciousness in another form. Perhaps if this continues, they will soon... Completely immersed in this dream world.

Liu Mengli also said that the creator's divine will is vast, and that the souls of ordinary people are like the difference between the fluorescence of rotten grass and the bright moon in the heart of heaven. Perhaps the memories and dreams of the previous ideal king are just the many memories and thoughts he has mastered. A very small part, the tip of the iceberg.

What awaits them next may still be a long dream journey.

How to fight this? The other party has not even directly attacked them. This kind of ferocious existence with the direction of strengthening mental power is the most annoying. As long as the other party is willing, it can completely kill people, and they may not even know how to die.

When the five senses and six senses are controlled, dreams become reality, and everything in the illusion, including but not limited to appearance, shape, quality, feel, and even smell, is completely indistinguishable from true to false, that will be the most desperate thing.

Everyone finally regained their composure and continued to move forward, heading towards the ancient castle on the freezing frozen soil.

And in that ancient castle on the frozen soil, a small room was surrounded by the heat of a slowly burning furnace. The woman on the bed was looking at the sleeping baby in her arms, her eyes full of love.

From now on the child will live as a replica of a human being.

Maybe it will be painful, maybe it will be resentful that the mother who gave birth to you is not a real human being. But even so, she is still very happy now. She thinks this child is very cute and feels very proud.

This is the information extracted from the black mud of the Holy Grail. It is the beginning of the most important memory of a certain android mother who has passed away. It may also be the beginning of her true feelings as an android.

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In the depths of the illusory and deep void, where light and shade are uncertain, there is an ever-changing, chaotic and blurry figure sitting quietly in it. It seems to be the absolute center of this indescribable time and space.

Some kind of turmoil and changes are constantly taking place in the surroundings, and a mighty and bright river can be vaguely seen coming across the void, frantically washing away the rock-like figure that is like a mainstay.

The long river is composed of countless stars, and there are various different scenes flowing inside each star, which seem to be all the evolution of all living beings in the mortal world, showing the impermanence of cause and effect in the world.

It's just that although the momentum is surging and seemingly endless, when it rushes to the side of the figure, it will inexplicably stabilize, as if it has been steadily suppressed by some force.

The powerful divine will is constantly emitting, like a stormy sea crashing on the shore, powerfully suppressing the dream stars, controlling all the trajectories in them, and interpreting the complicated light and shadow.

However, I don't know what went wrong. Often one "watershed" stabilizes, and another "watershed" begins to rise and fall again. Many star-like light spots burst like soap bubbles under the interference of external forces. Come, everything will perish, heaven and earth will cease to exist, announcing the end of the world in the dream.

Under the repeated erosion of waves of huge tides, the long river in turn was completely annihilated, revealing more and more emptiness and death.

"Sure enough, it's not that easy... Borrowing a chicken to lay an egg and using dreams to entrust and differentiate spiritual thoughts is indeed a good idea. It can indirectly create the prototype of a world with one thought..."

There are fluctuations somewhere.

"But it is simply impossible to directly make the thoughts reach the number of one yuan. Before that, I will first have an infinite mental split..."