The air flow is turbulent, the sword waves are turbulent, the clouds are from the dragon, the wind is from the tiger, and at the end of the forest, the sword roars, and a silver light falls from the sky, carrying the momentum of thunder!

In the face of the dazzling sword and the anger of the sword-wielding owner, Caster's eyes did not fluctuate at all, but the corners of his mouth moved slightly, as if everything was under control. Behind him, the monsters on both sides galloped and gathered in front of him, piling up like a mountain, emitting a faint purple bounda, like defending the Great Wall.

The next moment, the silver light broke through the sky, the lightning drove the thunder, and the essence of the layers of crimson flickered, which was the brilliance of the victory oath, where the sword pointed, the blood-colored rainbow, and the purple retreat.

The air flow of the wild hunt half rolled up the corpses, dissipated in the Uchi, and the awe-inspiring and murderous aura filled half of the forest. Accompanied by snowflakes, the slender figure in the sky with a sword falling in this cold aura of killing, like a female god of war above the nine heavens, floated down, plain robe and silver armor, pedal brute boots, sword oblique skirt, heroic posture.

"Holy Maiden~" whimpered low sobs, it was actually the voice of the cold-blooded Caster, and a "demon" with a cruel heart could actually make a voice like a pious prayer. So what is evil and what is evil?

"Buzz ......!" the sound of the sword broke the sincere low cry, and the grim figure raised the half-human-high sword again, and the wind king whistling in the barrier made a tearing sound, and the three-dimensional physical space rippled at the blade of the sword.

"Caster!" The crisp timbre, the cold sound is like snowflakes floating in the sky, the falling flowers are mercilessly stained, the cold light is cold, and the awe-inspiring murderous aura is the will of Saber's holy sword.

Saber has no mercy for such enemies, especially the man with the title of Caster, and her sword is used to protect the weak and defend the righteous existence.

A puff of dust kicked off his feet, the blade of the sword tilted, and the Wind King's enchantment erupted with a roar, and the powerful propulsion force caused Saber's slender figure to cast a lion-like shadow. Jian Feng's killing intent once again surged towards the lonely figure in front of him, but this time, there was no longer the "Great Wall" where purple rays gathered.

Caster's moist and soft eyes gradually became cold as ice, and the golf-like pupils reflected the awe-inspiring chill of the "Holy Sword", and the wave of murderous air blew up the mage's robe, and the bloody roses on the silk robe appeared brighter, and the frightened faces of the two children were revealed under the robe that were lifted, and there were actually two children hidden in the mage's robe.

"Hey, hey, hey...... Hahahaha...... ~ "The weird heart-rending chatter laughter, like the song of the revenant soul redeemed in the abyss of hell, sharp and piercing, confessional and full of layers of weirdness, under the laughter, the killing intent emerges, it is repentance in redemption, but also rest in killing, how can there be redemption in the abyss......

In Caster's weird laughter, the flying robes emitted a dim purple glow, and the fluttering clothes skimmed out the two children like sacks of cold light and dazzling swords in front of them, the biggest difference between the defenders and the "evil" people is that they have no scruples about doing things, but even the "wicked" have their own bottom line, but that line will never have any intersection with the defenders.

Saber's slender brows in the gallop couldn't help but rise, and the hilt of the sword was also subconsciously loosened, at that moment, the knight's guardian spirit was sublimated again, and the Dull Hair King made her choice in an instant, just like someone else's script, forcibly slowing down the rapid body, the wind that tore and clashed with each other in the Wind King's enchantment let out a mournful roar, but she still stopped the sword and slowed down, stretched out her hands to catch the child, and her body rotated like a circle to reduce the sudden impact of the throw.

But after all, the story was written by someone else, she was just a character depicted in it, and Caster, who had been planning for a long time, pulled out an old book from his robe, and a little fine hair could still be seen on the yellowed cover in the purple light, and it was obvious that this book cover also had a great origin.

Saber whirled in the wind and snow before he could stop his form, and a muffled incantation came from the empty woods. Purple mangs covered the ice and snow, tentacle monsters came to the world again, they seem to have formed an indissoluble bond with the girl, where there is a cute girl, where there are their shameful tentacles, although King Arthur is the true king of Britain in ancient times, but because of the existence of the Great Holy Grail, the king who came still retains the most arrogant years of that era.

"Peng......!" A loud bang, blood red blurred Saber's vision, melancholy liquid sprayed on the white porcelain-like holy cheeks, the two children in the arms did not even scream, the parasitic monster broke out from the small figure, the winding tentacles made the king's maiden unguardable, although the slender arms can burst out of awe-inspiring power, but under the entanglement of countless tentacles, it also seems powerless, feet, arms and even the neck are surrounded by the long tentacles.

"O saint abandoned by the gods, find your lost self in the depths of your sunken soul!" Caster cried madly as he held the ancient magic book with purple glow in his hands, and screamed madly as he looked at the girl struggling among the countless tentacles, his face flushed, and his bulb-sized eyes could not hide a kind of obsessive excitement, which said that Caster wanted to find his original saint, but that he was enjoying this "lingering" and exciting pleasure.

"Click......!" A thunderclap in the snow interrupted Caster, who was delusional in excitement, his flush still crawling on his cheeks, and his hands trembling with excitement holding the ancient book that glowed with a faint purple glow, but the scene in front of him interrupted his obsession, his contrived dreams. The roaring thunder scorched his intoxicating tentacles, and the holy and noble saintess who landed on the ground once again held the holy sword, her face covered with frost, her cold eyes flashed, and she did not sink in any flush. And not far from her side is a beautiful boy standing with a gun hanging and an innocent and natural face.

“Lancer！”

“Lancer！”

The first sound was hoarse and low, but it couldn't hide the sluggish anger under the climax, and the second sound was as crisp as the ding dong of spring water, which shocked people's spirits.

"What a wretchedness, Saber, if it weren't for your awe-inspiring swordsmanship, the Knight King's name would have been weeping. Although a spear was cut off by Dismask, Dilumudo Audi, who was holding a gun in one hand, still stood with such a sweet smile and sassy eyes, and his charming eyes were still the big killer of the girl's loss.

"Anyone would dare to disturb me in search of the lost Holy Maiden!"

"Such presumptuousness, Caster!Saber's head is destined to be a medal under my gun, and I will not allow anyone to tarnish my honor until then. Lancer looked coldly at the angry Caster, pointing the tip of his right hand at the other.

"My prayers, my Holy Grail, all for the awakening of the maiden! she is mine...... Not even a drop of flesh, a drop of blood, or even the soul under that delicate skin is mine!!No one can steal her!! not herself!!" Caster grabbed his scalp in one hand, and a madness sank into his agitated eyes, and the words that tore through his vocal cords seemed to be squeezed out between his teeth.

As if in response to Caster's hysterical roar, the old magic book in his hand was silently suspended in the palm of his hand, and patches of deep purple light flickered from it, the light turned the pages, the sky seemed to become darker, the moonlight was not bright, and countless monsters poured out of the forest, and the flying tentacles rushed impatiently towards the two people on guard in the field.

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At the same time, at the end of the forest, the gate of Einzberen Castle fell backwards with a thud, and under the impact of magic, the guards guarding the gate fell to the ground, and disappeared into the night, Kenneth, with blond hair and a wicked smile, stepped into a battle of fate in an unknown future like a victor.......

At the end of the forest, the expressionless Yan Feng Qili threw off the robe of the monastery, revealing a neat and clean black robe, and slowly walked into this forest full of mystery.

In the suburbs of Dongmu, in a residential area far from the city center, compared with the high-end and elegant villa area, it seems a little childish, but the house is still full of warmth, rippling in the gentle countryside of the lover's harbor, even if it will become a hero's tomb, but how many people can realize the tranquility that goes deep into the soul. But this night is destined to be a sleepless night, although intoxicated with the feelings around him, but Dismask still pays attention to the direction of the castle of Einzberen, because there, there is also his concern.

Moved her body slightly, and before she got up, the beauty in her arms responded, her body was tighter, the haze of the night covered the shyness of the beauty, and in the quiet atmosphere, she finally asked the words she didn't want to mention in her heart, "You...... Are you leaving?"

The night was getting thicker and thicker, and the man was silent, but the figures of the two were closer together, as if they were blending together. But a strong energy upheaval erupted in the direction of the castle, making him have to make a choice.

"Hmm...," the man finally replied "ruthlessly" under the cover of the night.

The woman didn't say a word, just hugged her tighter, kept warm for a moment, and began to dress sparsely.

The night outside was hazy, and the living room inside was lit up, and no one thought that such a night would be the moment to leave, and they didn't know when they would come once. Cheng Chan Aoi quietly and meticulously helped the man sort out his clothes, from shirts to trouser legs.

Dismask looked at Aoi's short figure to help him polish his leather shoes, and had the urge to pick him up, nephrite into his arms, looking at each other, and a slight deep kiss as the best memory of the night.

The door opened, the cold wind hit, the man's figure gradually faded away, Aoi looked at it alone and stupidly, never left for a long time, no one noticed, under the wall of the bedroom, Rin Tosaka's small figure opened his big eyes and looked at everything in the living room without blinking, and he didn't know when the little guy woke up.

Dismask walked out of the house and instructed the subordinates of the Black Party to list the place where Cheng Chan Aoi lived in the key protection object, and help him when appropriate, even if a powerful Servent appeared, he could be notified in advance.

Dice arranged everything, his figure swayed, and he headed towards the castle at great speed, but he had just turned over two streets, and in the city, at night, on the deserted overpass, a golden figure blatantly blocked his vision.

"Miscellaneous, this king has been waiting for you for a long time!"