I thought that I could go to the Tosaka house and meet the fetters in my heart, Zen Kui, but as a result, there was no disappointment, but there were a little regrets, but there were also unexpected surprises, like a heavenly tyrant shining Archer, a vigorous and timid Assassin, the extension and change of all stories, is it a chance encounter or a conspiracy covered in the dark...... Who knows?

At this moment, Dismask has run to the roof of another ancient building, according to the map, this should be the villa of the Kiri's family, Dis looked at the map carefully, and couldn't help but say to himself, "It seems that under my ass is the Kiri's house." ”

Put away the map and stand up, the distant sky is already a little white, and the sun is not willing to be lonely, wanting to break through the darkness and spread light to the world.

Dismask stretched lazily, the soles of his feet naturally twisted slightly, and an invisible wave of qi fluctuated from under his feet, like a sledgehammer smashed into the rubble under his feet.

There was a loud "boom", the whole villa seemed to tremble, bricks and sawdust, silver light leaked, and a black shadow fell from the sky, with a little starlight in the twilight.

In the gray corridor, a short figure, carrying a lantern that emitted a dim light, stood on the wooden board in the depths of the corridor, and the faint light shone on the face of the short and thin figure, a pale, wrinkled and deep ravine.

Gently stepping on the floor, Dismask sniffed his nose extremely unnaturally, frowned with a very disgusted look, and said, "What a strong smell of corpses, old man, have you been dead for hundreds of years?"

The short and thin old man held a cane in his hand, held a lantern in his left hand, and stood there quietly, motionless, a pale old face, the tips of his eyebrows trembled slightly, and a rare drop of sweat oozed from his dry skin, as if it was an instinctive reaction brought about by the panic stimulated by the crisis of life, but there was actually some green in the sweat droplet on his forehead.

"Huh..." Dismask wiped the sword in his hand, looked at the inadvertent change on the old man's face, and couldn't help but cry out in doubt.

"Look away, it's an old worm that has been piled up... Well, no, the sea of countless hazy insects is wrapped in a broken soul... Interesting!" Dismask's eyes narrowed, and in the narrow slit of his eyes, there was only an old man, a walking stick, and a lantern emitting a weak light in the whole world.

There was a "click" sound, which was the sound of saber teeth falling to the ground, followed by the sound of sparse footsteps in the quiet corridor.

Step by step, sound after another, mixed with the sound of metal grinding against the floor, like the sound of impermanence chains wandering in the night.

The old man seemed to be stunned, and his legs were filled with lead, and it was difficult to move an inch. A pair of dead fish-like indifferent and evil eyes stared at the "Grim Reaper" who was strolling and moving

"Hmm...!" Dismask, who was strolling along, suddenly stopped, his brows furrowed slightly, he guarded him with a sword, turned his eyes to look at the steps of the building, a pair of reddened eyes in the darkness were unusually shining, through the flickering red light, it was full of all kinds of violence and blood, crazy eyes, crazy people.

When it was too late, the black shadow suddenly became irritable, as if it had received some kind of signal, its red eyes became more profound, the handrail of the staircase broke in response, and a strange red glow appeared on the surface of the long handrail, as if it was similar to the legendary refining, extremely tough.

"Boom..." The two loud bangs, which were the strong friction between metal and metal, the roar generated, and the huge vibration from the sword body made Dismask almost not hold it, and his body quickly took two steps back to relieve the pressure of the thunderous blow, but the next moment, his pupils suddenly swelled, and the black shadow of Gaine pounced in front of him again, and under the thick black fog, it could be seen in the haze that it was an ancient warrior wearing a full suit of armor, and the bloodthirsty red light revealed crazy thoughts, presumably there was also an unforgettable past existence.

Dismask hurriedly subconsciously swung his sword to resist, and retreated with a compact pace, wanting to stabilize the lost rhythm, after all, it was not so pleasant to be chased and beaten so much.

But the other party seems to have already peeked into the trajectory of his moves, and every time he can react in advance, step by step to seize the opportunity, if it weren't for the speed of Dismask's hand that has already exceeded the limit of human beings, not to mention the speed of light, it is already beyond the speed of sound I don't know how many times when he raised his hand, but that black shadow is not a general, and he can still force Dismusk to retreat step by step.

As the saying goes, the first strike is strong, and the second strike suffers, which is nothing more than being unforgiving, pressing step by step, like waves slapping the opponent on the beach.

"Peng...!" a muffled grunt accompanied by the sound of the floor tearing and shattering, and the two figures fought each other to smash through the floor, falling to the next floor.

"Whew...!" As the crackling sound faded away, the old man on the floor seemed to slowly come back to his senses, breathed a sigh of relief, and the hand that did not hold the lantern trembled and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead slightly.

"Doesn't it feel like death is suddenly so close. Suddenly, a hoarse voice sounded in the quiet hallway.

The old man turned around with bated breath, a pair of dead fish-like eyes remained motionless, and for a long time, the cold voice squeezed out from between Sen Bai's teeth, "Jian Tong Yan Night!"

"Grandfather, I won't let you get hurt. Yan Ye smiled reservedly and harmlessly, there was still a little blood on the corner of his mouth, although he was smiling, but it brought people not much warmth, the creatures swimming in the skin made his cheeks become hideous, that smile, clearly the chant of the devil.

At this time, there was a loud "boom" sound from the ground, followed by countless miserable insect chirps, dripping blood, hoarse and long.

"My Marker Worm...!!"

The old man's face instantly turned pale as paper, and a trace of green trail passed across his cheeks, with a mournful wail, as if it had reached some degree of resonance with the long chirp of some creature downstairs.

Then on the old man's face, an inexplicable dark green liquid gradually appeared, and with a "clang", the lantern with a faint light fell to the ground, and the old man held the cane in front of him tightly with both hands, and squeezed out between his teeth, "Saber of the Servant, I want his head to pay tribute to my child, if you succeed, Sakura will be free." ”

It is clear that the old man thinks that Dismusk is Servent, the strongest Seber in Servent. Misunderstandings often arise from illusions and perceptions.

Looking at the old man's embarrassed appearance, the corners of Yan Ye's mouth showed a sarcastic smile, he lowered his head and tried not to look at the other party, hiding his ridicule in the deepest part.

"As you wish, Sakura was supposed to be free. ”

The old man snorted, although the battle downstairs still continued, but the old man was no longer willing to stay here for a while, clubbing his cane, staggering into the darkness, as if hidden in nothingness, in order to bring him a sense of spiritual security.

The gray hallway left a series of traces of green liquid. Jian Tong Yan looked at the striking green blood stains on the floor at night, and did not move for a long time, and a thought flickered in her white swollen pupils.

Suddenly, the silent Yanye's face became red, his facial skin fluctuated, and then a mouthful of blood spewed on the floor, and several active long worms interpreted their tenacious vitality in the blood water.

"Berserker!!" Wild Goose moved with difficulty, lying on the damaged floor and looking down.

After falling from the floor, as if he was in a dark basement, the squirming life under his feet made Dis Musk have a deep disgust for no reason, the blue light flashed under his feet, rubbing out a blue-white flame, and Berserker overhead made a move Mount Tai to press the top, and it came quickly, and Des swung his sword and was hard.

"Boom", the huge impact force caused the flames under his feet to scatter and flutter in all directions.

Dis, who stabilized his figure, immediately turned the defense into an attack, the silver light flashed, the spikes were uncertain, and the blind defense eventually made a mistake, and the attack was the best endpoint.

But the white and red intersect, the figures are erratic, but the more Dice in the sword light fights, the more frightened he becomes, this is not like a battle at all, as if one person is feeding the moves, and one person is following up, and Dis Musk is playing the former.

The intersection of metals again and again, the harsh and crisp collision sound is like a series of quiet reverberating notes, echoing in the mind and reverberating in the heart. The gloomy basement is rendered by the rapid operation of silver and red, and the light seems to be getting stronger and stronger, and the picture is rippling, as if it has come to a new dawn.

The morning light is jerky but energetic, warm and youthful.

On the green lawn, Dismask wore an ancient black robe at some point, holding the hand of a shy young man holding a sword, but the young man's face did not know why, but it became so blurry that he couldn't see clearly, like a dream.

With the laying of the sun, the long sword is swayed to the fullest, one move, one style, one board and one eye, the swing of Dis's guidance, the serious study of the teenager, the same familiar feeling, a deep memory in the bone marrow, no matter this life or the next life, at the moment of wielding the sword, the track that the sword has walked is still a familiar trajectory in the past.

Just facing the light and shadow cast by the sun, an emaciated figure gradually appeared in the early morning picture.

"Hmm!?Saber!" Dismask, the sword dancer, said uncertainly.

It's just that the next moment, I don't know why, the young man practicing the sword next to him suddenly started to go crazy, the blurred face gradually became clear, the green eyebrows became hideous, and Dismask, who was stunned for a while, rushed into the sea of consciousness with an abrupt name in the chaotic mind.

"Lancelot...", a name that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

The picture shifts, and the grassland under the vibrant morning sun becomes a dark and damp basement.

In the frenzy of Dismask's brain crash, Barserker's red light flashed, and the wide staircase handrail bombarded like a windmill.

Dismusk, who was momentarily distracted, was just a knee-jerk reaction to the body's muscle memory, and the sword moved sideways to protect it.

A crisp "click" was followed by a loud "boom". In the sound that echoed for a long time, the sword that flashed with cold light fell from the sky, split in two, and next to the basement, in the infinite pit that blasted out of the human form, the condensation of the moonlight was revealed, and a voice full of resentment sounded faintly from the cavity of the human form.

"Lancelot, you wait for Lao Tzu!"