This second dimension is too immortal

Beside Amakusa Shiro Tokisada, Semiramis became obviously panicked as she felt the storm arrows filled with destructive aura flying towards the location of the Hanging Courtyard, because she knew very well that such an attack could not be blocked by the Hanging Courtyard's defense system at all.

If there is no other way, then the fall of the Sky Garden can be said to be inevitable.

Compared to Semiramis's nervousness, Amakusa Shiro Tokisada was a little confused at this time. He looked at Zhao Si on the screen and murmured:

"Why? Could it be that my wish is destined to be unfulfilled? Otherwise, how could such a person appear to stop me..."

"Ah, I didn't expect this to unfold so dramatically. But drama is also part of the story. It's hard not to say that this Holy Grail War has developed to this point. It's extremely exciting."

Another voice came. It was the caster from the red team, whose real name was William Shakespeare, the "Shakespeare" known to the world.

"Caster! What nonsense are you talking about? How can this inexplicable situation be considered exciting? Come up with a solution quickly! Otherwise, we will lose!"

Seeing Shakespeare writing furiously as if he was recording something, Semiramis became furious and shouted angrily.

"Solution? What solution can we have? Well, let's think about it. Before, we have given the Sky Courtyard the concept of "being able to withstand various attacks". As for whether the Sky Courtyard can now withstand the storm arrows that "are enough to destroy everything", we don't know." Shakespeare had an expression of complete indifference.

As a caster, Shakespeare's own combat ability is not strong, so he really has no way to deal with this situation.

But just like he said, he has an A-level inherent skill called "Magic Addition", which can add concepts to items to strengthen them.

At this moment, all he could do was to put up a "shield" for the sky courtyard. He had no idea whether it could withstand the upcoming attack, and he would not care about such things. What he cared about was always things that could bring him inspiration so that he could create more smoothly.

"..."

Hearing this, Semiramis wanted to say something, but before she could say it, she could.

"boom!!"

"Ugh!!"

A deafening roar suddenly sounded, and the entire aerial courtyard seemed to be hit hard by some prehistoric monster. The three people who were standing unsteadily were directly smashed heavily on the wall.

"Click——"

An extremely clear sound of breaking reached Semiramis' ears. She suddenly widened her eyes, and the next moment the bright and dazzling light of the storm appeared in her eyes.

"That's... the Sky Garden!?"

On the ground, Joan of Arc looked at the huge "fireball" in the sky that was falling towards the earth like a meteorite. While she was feeling stunned, she suddenly recalled what Zhao Si had said to her before.

Archer, is this the method you mentioned before, the one that could destroy the Sky Garden? And there are side effects... Why did the revelation come so slowly this time? If I had known this would be the outcome...

She looked at the sky. Unknowingly, the sky had been dyed with a layer of red that was so bright that it made her feel uneasy.

Everything matched the initial scene of Revelation: the falling courtyard in the sky, the bloody sky, and Zhao Si with flamboyant red hair.

So, what comes next?

"!?"

Her pupils suddenly constricted, and Joan of Arc stood up abruptly. The revelation in her memory did not end here, but showed her more despairing scenes in the future.

"No, we can't let that future happen. We must stop him, Archer!"

Joan of Arc looked up in the direction of Zhao Si, and Zhao Si, upon hearing Joan of Arc's voice, also turned and looked at Joan of Arc.

"It's Joan of Arc. You came at the right time. I have shot down the Hanging Garden. Now the task of destroying the Holy Grail is left to you." Zhao Si said.

After saying that, Zhao Si thought for a moment and said, "Well, even so, I'm not sure whether Amakusa Shiro, Tokisada, and the others are dead or not. After all, as servants, they probably wouldn't die if they weren't hit by my attack. So it's likely that you'll have to put in some effort."

"Destroy the Greater Holy Grail?"

Before Joan of Arc could react, Atalanta and the other two looked at Zhao Si and Joan of Arc in surprise after hearing Zhao Si's words.

"Destroy" instead of "acquire"? Is that literally what it means? Black wants to destroy the Greater Grail?

"Ah, I will, Archer. You have already done what you promised me before. Now, it's my turn to fulfill my promise." Joan of Arc slowly walked towards Zhao Si and said.

"Fulfill your promise?" Upon hearing this, Zhao Si looked at Joan of Arc with some doubt. Suddenly, he recalled the words he had said to Joan of Arc.

Regarding what you are going to do then, you can understand that I will use my Noble Phantasm, and this Noble Phantasm may make me lose my mind? Ha, in short, if you want to take down the Sky Garden, this Noble Phantasm is necessary, so if the situation is not right, then it is up to you to find a way to stop me.

That was when he was discussing with Joan of Arc about shooting down the aerial courtyard. At that time, Zhao Si's split consciousness had not yet returned to his main body. For the safety of using the treasure, he said these words to Joan of Arc.

"Oh, so that's what you're talking about." Zhao Si suddenly realized.

"But that was when the situation was not right. I don't think there is anything wrong with the current situation. You don't have to take it to heart." Zhao Si waved his hand and said.

Something is wrong? Are you kidding? His true consciousness has already descended, what could be wrong? He just feels that his condition has never been better, with an extremely powerful force surging in his body, as if he can do anything easily.

"No, Archer, you have lost yourself, so I must stop you." Joan of Arc said, raising the lance in her hand, and faint sparks ignited on the tip of the lance.

"I'm lost? How is that possible?"

Frowning, Zhao Si looked at Joan of Arc. Although he didn't believe what she said about being lost, he still silently recited the Taoist scriptures that he usually used to temper and consolidate his state of mind. If something really happened to him and he was affected by the power of the treasure, he would definitely react.

However, after the silent recitation ended, Zhao Si's mind did not reveal the crux of his own problem. In fact, his uncontrollable agitation had even subsided a little. This also proved that Jeanne's words were pure nonsense, and he was not affected by that power at all.

"I didn't find any problem, Joan of Arc, so how did you determine that I was lost?" Zhao Si asked.

"The revelation from the Lord cannot be wrong, Archer. You have indeed lost yourself to the point that you cannot even detect the problem with yourself." Joan of Arc said, and then she took a stance.

"...Your words are not convincing at all. Revelation, is this thing necessarily accurate?" Zhao Si said with a frown.

Looking at Jeanne, Zhao Si felt something was amiss, but he suppressed his rising anger and said calmly, "Okay, then tell me, how did your so-called revelation describe my being lost?"

Zhao Si suppressed the surging restlessness in his heart and wanted to present facts and reason with Joan of Arc to prove that he was not affected. However, in the end, what he received was not Joan of Arc's answer, but the tip of her gun burning with red lotus flames.

"when!"

Raising his sword to block Joan of Arc's lance, Zhao Si and Joan of Arc moved closer and looked into each other's eyes. It was not until then that Zhao Si discovered that in Joan of Arc's originally blue pupils, a hint of scarlet was gradually swallowing up the blue.

"Depend on!"

Zhao Si couldn't help but curse.

Are you kidding? You are the one who is affected!

Chapter 609 Formal Meeting

Regarding the power of the Noble Phantasm, Zhao Si might have been wary at the beginning. However, from the time he activated the Noble Phantasm until now, everything seemed to prove that Zhao Si was just being too cautious.

When Zhao Si decided to use the power of this treasure, the system did not issue any warning. This proves that the system may have felt from the beginning that this power would not cause too much harm to Zhao Si.

And the fact is indeed so, just as Zhao Si said, he can clearly feel that this power has caused some changes in his own thoughts and even personality. However, no matter how it changes, all of this is based on Zhao Si's subjective consciousness. The changes in details are insignificant to the subject. Zhao Si still maintains the correct thinking about things and is not led astray by his restless mood.

Of course, the impact is inevitable. The constantly restless mood makes Zhao Si like a powder keg that may explode at any time. Any little thing that seems insignificant in normal times may now become the spark that ignites the explosives.

However, what Zhao Si did not expect was that this power would affect other people besides him as the user.

"Oh!"

Zhao Si dodged Joan of Arc's attack by moving sideways. His face looked grim, and even the throbbing veins on his forehead were faintly visible.

"Hey! I'm telling you, that's enough. My patience with you is limited!" Zhao Si shouted at Joan of Arc impatiently.

He was already trying his best to suppress his growing anger, but no matter how he explained to Joan of Arc, she was still convinced that she was lost.

Zhao Si was so angry. If he didn't know that Joan of Arc was in cahoots with him, and if he didn't know that Joan of Arc was affected by the same power as himself, he would have sent her back to Valhalla long ago and would never have tolerated her.

"drink!"

Hearing this, Joan of Arc let out a cry and swung the lance in her hand towards Zhao Si again, responding with her actions.

"Snapped!"

However, this time, her flag spear was firmly held in Zhao Si's hand, and Zhao Si shook his head.

"It's really disappointing. You're the ruler, but you don't have a strong will at all."

Upon hearing this, Joan of Arc was stunned for a moment. She looked at Zhao Si's eyes. In the previous revelation scene, she had seen a pair of the same eyes. The indifference, tyranny and madness contained in them all told Joan of Arc that the scene of thousands of creatures fighting and suffering under the blood moon was caused by the owner of the eyes.

However, the eyes before her did not contain such emotions. Amidst the bright red, Joan of Arc could still see a ray of firm rationality that belonged only to Zhao Si.

Her face hesitated for a moment, but when Joan of Arc thought of the doomsday scene, she suddenly became determined.

"...No matter what, Archer, I will stop you!" said Joan of Arc.

"Then I can only use my own methods to calm you down." Hearing this, Zhao Si narrowed his eyes slightly.

Zhao Si was too lazy to say anything more and just let it go. When the system had the results, he would leave. He would let her deal with any messy revelations on her own.

"Locking God Curse!"

Zhao Si pulled the lance towards himself suddenly, and Joan of Arc fell towards him. Then Zhao Si stretched out his hand and pressed it directly on Joan of Arc's chest.

"Well!"

The white light turned into a chain in Zhao Si's hand, directly stripping Joan of Arc's existence from Leticia's body in the form of a spirit.

"H-How could this happen?!"

Seeing this, Joan of Arc, whose body was somewhat transparent and tightly bound by chains, was completely dumbfounded. She had never expected that Zhao Si could actually separate her from her dependents.

"Oh, it's just as I expected."

On the other side, looking at Joan of Arc's spiritual form, Zhao Si sneered. On Joan of Arc's body, he saw a thin layer of red light covering her.

Obviously, it was this layer of red light that affected Joan of Arc's cognitive judgment, and this red light, if nothing unexpected happened, should be related to his treasure.

"So I can control this thing?" Coming to Joan of Arc, Zhao Si stretched out his hand towards Joan of Arc's spirit, silently repeating thoughts such as "disappear" and "retreat" in his heart, trying to help Joan of Arc return to normal.

However, whether it was because of the wrong method or some other reason, the red light on Joan of Arc's spirit did not fade at all, but it did not continue to erode Joan of Arc's spirit.

"It seems that it won't work." Zhao Si withdrew his hand and frowned slightly. He began to realize the seriousness of the problem.

If this power of hers could affect other people besides herself, then to be honest, Joan of Arc would have reason to stop herself.

Judging from what Zhao Si feels at the moment, to be honest, Zhao Si is somewhat glad that he made the decision to bring down his original consciousness. Otherwise, it is hard to say whether the influence of this power can be suppressed by simply splitting his spirit.

If it cannot be suppressed, the soul will be controlled by this power, and the uncontrollable anger and the constantly restless belligerence will make it attack anyone who appears in its sight.

To a certain extent, he became the same vampire as Vlad III before him, bringing disaster and despair to the world.

The purpose of Joan of Arc's existence is to prevent such incidents from happening.

"...This girl won't listen no matter what I say, and keeps shouting that she wants to stop me. Could it be that her so-called revelation shows her that I haven't suppressed the influence?"

Emmmm, can’t it be true?

Zhao Si looked at Joan of Arc with a strange expression.

"Archer, what the hell is this..."

What exactly is going on?

Looking at the red light on her body, Joan of Arc felt something bad from it.

"I've already said I'm fine. It's you who's been affected." Zhao Si said unhappily after hearing that.

"How could this be..."

Joan of Arc was a little skeptical. Just like Zhao Si felt that nothing was wrong, Joan of Arc also felt that she was not affected by anything. Everything she did came from her heart and was in compliance with the revelation of the "Lord".

However, the enchanting red light was reminding her that she was indeed affected by some kind of power, and Zhao Si, who she believed to be lost, not only did not show the appearance she had seen in the revelation, but was even able to "calmly" explain the situation to her.

Could it be that the Lord's revelation could be wrong?

Joan of Arc thought absentmindedly that although this kind of thing was not enough to shake her faith in the Lord, it did make her feel very puzzled and bewildered.

On the other hand, Joan of Arc's situation made Zhao Si feel that he might have underestimated this power, so he planned to bring everything to an end as quickly as possible before the impact continued to expand.

He now has only two goals. One is to maintain the current status. In this case, the rules of this world cannot restrain him, so he can let the system go and find the coordinates of the original world.

The second purpose is to fulfill the agreement with the restraining force and ensure the destruction of the Holy Grail, so as to prevent Amakusa Shiro, Tokisada or others from using the power of the Holy Grail to do things. They think about saving this or that all day long, and try to ignore the process and only care about the result. It can only be said that even dreaming involves the process of sleeping. They want to save all mankind and only care about the result. God knows what kind of hell joke it will be to achieve it?

"I don't have any solution for your situation right now. To prevent you from doing any more harm, you should stay here. As for me, I will..."

Zhao Si hadn't finished speaking yet, but at this moment...

"Snapped!"

He suddenly put one hand behind his back and grabbed the tip of the gun that was stabbing at his back.

"Oh, by the way, I almost forgot about you."

Holding the tip of the gun tightly, Zhao Si turned around and saw that "Leticia", who was supposed to be lying on the ground, had stood up at some point and was looking at him angrily.

Chapter 610 The Situation in the Dream

"Well..."

On a clean big bed, Illya opened her eyes, rubbed her sleepy eyes and sat up.

"Hmm...was that just now a dream?"

Staring blankly at the quiet room, Illya was lost in thought as she recalled the scene she had seen in her dream before.