"Die, die!!, die,

"Die, die!!, die,

The scarlet and incandescent figures frantically swung their weapons, each time the same roar of rage mingled with the sound of metal clashing, the exaggerated force crushing all the way through, pulling a miserable wound on the Enzo Mountain.

In any case, the essence of dark magic that strengthens oneself with magic is still magic, and in Wang Hao's special preparation for Kang Jichuan, the flow of magic in the anti-magic force field that has never been revealed in the Holy Grail War has been suppressed a little, causing Kang Jichuan to be dominated by Wang Hao, who has been strengthened by the spell, and has to retreat.

However, the anger and killing intent that burst out of his body did not diminish in the slightest, and the mercury-colored ripples spread behind him, condensing into a vague shadow.

In the state of the magic armor, he has the attributes of a half-elemental creature, and the speed is so fast that it takes Wang Yu to use all his strength to keep up with Kang Zhenchuan and fights and retreats, and his iron-gray flames gradually rise in his dark eyes, but there is no next move.

Finally, the strength and momentum accumulated by both sides in the slash exploded together, turning into an extremely fierce straight split!

"Damn it!!!!"

The blood-colored giant blade swirling with ice, fire, poison and lightning collided with the scarlet demon sword that swirled in black mist, but no sound came out.

Because even the air was expelled under the squeezing of the two forces, leaving a vacuum area.

The elemental light and the supernatural black mist dissipated at the same time, revealing the two treasures that were concealed. In silence, a small wound opened on the blade of the bloody princess, and then it went out of control, the crack gradually expanded and spread, and the entire giant blade turned into a broken piece of iron, leaving only a single crack in Kang Jichuan's hand that ran through the handle.

However, Wang Yu did not take this opportunity to further cut off the magic sword, and his body was already in a mess in the power hedge just now.

Kang Jichuan's arm burst open with countless wounds along with the armor, as if the crack had spread from the hilt of the knife to his body. Blood, which was darker than the crimson color of ordinary people, slowly gushed out, and fell down the broken arm, making a snapping sound.

[The Blood Princess, a replica of the Crimson Queen, is really not easy to chop into pieces that can be broken into pieces without damaging countless demons. 】

The spirit containing the information entered Wang Hao's mind, causing him to sneer disdainfully.

"Why, I'm scared? Why don't you send your dog's head up and let me cut it off?"

Saying this, the young man's heart was full of vigilance, he would only talk to the enemy when he had an absolute advantage, so the guy on the other side should be the same.

And now, Kang Jichuan is unhurriedly loosening his fist, looking at the wound that heals quickly above, as if checking his condition.

[Even if my head is cut off, it won't hurt me, you know. 】

Kang Jichuan's hands clenched suddenly, and the burgundy staff that had been cut off appeared in his hand again. He smirked and stabbed his battle staff into Wang Hao's chest, the staff delicately drew a circle in the air, and in the eyes of Wang Hao, who couldn't move, the surrounding scenery changed instantly, and his landing point was the sacred marigold gushing with the sludge of sin.

Fooled!!

Wang Yu struggled to fan the blood silk, wanting to change his direction, but he was imprisoned by Kang Zhenchuan's magic power, and could only watch the pitch-black mire gradually enlarge in his sight.

“――！”

The sound of devouring that humans could not hear sounded, and the red-clothed and black-haired boy was instantly drowned in endless malice and disappeared.

The hideous-looking heterogeneous monster distracted his weapon, tilted his head, and whispered with the pleasure of revenge and a strange sense of sadness:

"Cut, silly ratio, round dance stick has a coercive confinement effect. ”

The strange biochemical armor faded, revealing slightly pale skin. The weave into the appearance of the sea snake's skin armor is no different from the protection, Kang Jichuan did not have the joy of the victor, but sat on the ground dejectedly, sighing.

The transcendent has escaped the sad fate of the eternal calamity cycle, not to mention that the so-called cotope of a true god like you is just a phantom in a mirror to you. You're so happy with this kind of boring thing, as for it?]

"Oh, don't pretend to shed crocodile tears, don't you know me?

The momentary weakness was just the shaking of the past wound when it was torn open, and Kang Jichuan became the crazy evil god of the iron heart again, and only when facing that person would he show the only little kindness left.

"Even the reflection is disgusting, and it makes people want to tear him apart. ”

Repeatedly examining his gorgeous and hideous demon wrist, Kang Jichuan showed a dangerous gentle smile. The pitch-black light of despair and madness flowed from the eyes that were as black as an abyss, an endless stream of malice that mortals would fall into self-destruction if they saw it.

If it weren't for the fact that there were still people to worry about, maybe he would have been crushed by his own madness, resentment and sadness, and self-destructed in an endless loop, right?

The man sitting on the throne of light across the endless dimension looked at this down-and-out and dangerous teenager and sighed.

It's like a venomous snake covered in bruises, ready to embrace death at any moment. Always holding on to the last breath and refusing to die, the venom of a lifetime is ready to bite in the next bite, but it is like being tricked by fate from beginning to end painfully alive, never dead, can only linger in confusion and sleep, entangled in the boundary between life and death.

The black Ouroboros not only represents "perfection", "circulation", and "completeness", but also represents "gnawing one's own body".

"Killing, crushing, destroying, erasing all traces of him is the only way to give me a moment of comfort. ”

"But luckily, there are 'infinite' planes, aren't they? ”

Sneering, Kang Jichuan stood up and turned to leave.

[You're just leaving, okay?]

"Oh, you're expecting me to clean up the mess? What are you kidding? ”

The mud of filthy malice flowed quietly, and everything it touched could not withstand all the malice of the world, and the raging fire began to spread, and the evil at this time wantonly expanded its own territory.

Glancing at the jubilant sludge behind him, Kang Jichuan said disdainfully:

"Lao Tzu's malice in spitting is stronger than this. ”

[No, I mean]

The gentle deep voice seemed to be a little troubled, and Kang Jichuan could almost imagine the stupidity of the main god scratching his head.

Have you forgotten what your origins are?