The evil god opened its huge mouth, and three rows of jagged steel fangs were exposed, and the pitch-black light condensed into a dangerous sphere, blasting towards Wang Yu.

As Kang Jichuan expected, the red snake roared in horror and anger, wanting to go back to cover his master, and let go of the huge jaw that was nailed to the evil god.

[Why are you in such a hurry? 】

The evil god grinned, and the right wrist of the black light, which was also magnified a thousand times, grabbed the body of the red snake and slammed it to the ground, and even the void world faintly emitted a trace of vibration.

The red snake danced its long neck frantically, trying to bite the illusory right hand that clamped him, but the closed sharp teeth bit into the air. Seven pairs of pure golden vertical pupils glared at the evil god, and the ancient dragon whispered unwillingly, turning into a crimson streamer and dissipating.

And that pitch-black ball of light had also reached the top of Wang Hao's head.

It's really a crude way to use it, but it's just a simple condensation of black light into a sphere and then smashing it over. Could it be that I'm going to die here today? Stoned to death by this kind of waste paper balls that I threw away?

Looking at the approaching catastrophe, Wang Hao smiled helplessly.

"How is that possible!!"

The black-clothed boy roared frantically, his muscles tense like springs, and the burning thorns pulled blood marks on his body, but he couldn't stop his master from leaving, and broke into two in the wailing, hanging weakly.

And when he broke free from the thorns, a pitch-black ball of light had already landed on his body, and the sharp streamer completely swallowed Wang Yu.

[It's so easy to die? 】

The evil god shrugged his shoulders and tore off his torn robe, stretching his wings to leave the inherent barrier.

"Why are you in such a hurry? ”

A low and hoarse voice sounded, Huoomizu's snake tail was clamped down by a skeletal palm full of edges and corners, and the undead exploded with great power, and the evil god who wanted to leave was pulled back to the ground.

The giant demon revealed its form, and the left hand holding the Huoomizu snake's tail completely turned from the shoulder to a craggy thick skeleton, more hideous and angular than the skeleton of a normal human, and long thorny black locks wrapped around it. The blood-colored thorn pattern on the pale skin is dazzling, four sharp magic horns stick out of the long black hair, the armor composed of bones and scales grows directly from its body, and the calf that was originally no different from ordinary people has recurve joints, and the soles of the feet have turned into demonic dragon claws. Under a pair of red dragon wings behind it, the more slender jet-black bat's membranous wings stretched softly, causing a bitter storm. The red-scaled python's tail swayed behind it, the protruding bone spurs at the end scraping against the invisible ground with a sharp sound. A simple blood-red cloth draped over the demon's body, like a shroud of a saint.

A crown of thorns slowly fell on top of the demon's head, like a supreme crown, and like a torture instrument for torturing a prisoner.

The evil creature that gave people two completely different feelings of sacredness and depravity finally opened his eyes, and there was a trace of noble gold in the pitch-black vertical pupils surrounded by blood, and the demonic eyes looked at the evil god who was always smiling, and Wang Yu's unchanged face showed an elegant smile, and a mouth full of fangs could peek through the gap between his lips.

"Hello, evil god. ”

In an instant, the greatly changed appearance of Gangnir appeared in Wang Yu's hand, and two long white snakes in a spiral were wrapped around the thorn-like spear. The two snake heads were embedded in the front and back of the spear, looking at each other, but they could not see the same kind on the other plane.

The tip of Gungnir's spear shrunk into a thick diamond-shaped iron plate, adorned with gold ornaments and blood-red gems. Although the edges are still sharp, it now feels like a "scepter" more than a "spear", exuding the same aura as its master, sacred and evil.

The scarlet thunder wrapped around the scepter, gripped tightly by the pale palm of the sharp nails, smashed down with a roar, bursting into a white cone.

"Goodbye, monster. ”

Then the steaming scarlet blood mist rushed to his face, and the tail of the evil god broke away from his body with a loud noise, and Wang Yu looked at the half of the black snake tail writhing in his hand, and pinched it into a puddle of meat with little interest. The new bones and flesh broke through the outer blackened shell and grew rapidly, and in an instant, the intact evil god stood on the void earth, far away from the evil thing that was no less than himself.

[It's amazing, you always seem to be able to burst out of new power in desperate situations, and it's not the same as the madness that I was desperate at the beginning, what's going on?]

Kang Jichuan tilted his head as if he didn't feel pain, and asked curiously.

"Oh, how can a madman like you who is always on the edge of a cliff understand?"

Much lower and hoarser than before, his voice echoed in the empty world, and Wang Yu showed a disdainful smile on his face, and the scepter in his hand pointed at the evil god.

"I've found someone to hug with, unlike you, who didn't catch anything until the end and fell all the way to the deepest part of the abyss. ”

"Even if it's the same past, you and I have been different since the moment I hugged Fran tightly. ”

"Got it, [---]?"

Wang Hao was slightly stunned, and then couldn't help laughing, and the laughter was as low as thunder.

"You don't even allow your real name to be said?" and you're still running away from ?!!!."

"It's sad. ”

The insolent laughter instantly turned into an indifferent whisper, and the huge evil creature raised the scepter with one hand and rushed towards the evil god with its head lowered, and the scepter with blood-colored thunder fell on Kang Jichuan's head, turning its head into charcoal. The black iron carapace shattered and flew out in all directions with great force. The evil god's skull was smashed to pieces, and blood mixed with brains splattered onto Wang Hao's body like heavy raindrops.

The right wrist containing the demon's blood held Gangnir tightly, and the evil god, who had lost half of his head, slowly raised his head, and his dark eyes burned with crazy fire.

[You're—]

The sharp claws slashed through the bone armor, leaving four deep wounds on Wang Hao's chest.

[You're this---]

The jet-black snake's tail swung and slammed into the evil creature's waist, staggering it and its internal organs as if displaced.

[You bastard!!! you dare, dare to say it?!!! you dare to say that name?!!!!!!]

Enraged, Kang Jichuan opened his huge mouth towards the evil thing that was close at hand, and the black light compressed and compressed, condensed and condensed, and finally turned into a tiny black dot that was invisible.

[Die, die, die, die!!!!!]

Then, the distorted black light containing the mad wrath of the evil god turned into a frenzy and drowned the evil monster.

The evil god opened his monstrous mouth in place to breathe in the air of the void world, and after a long time, he hung his head gloomily.

Not because of any guilt or sadness, but because of the tip of a sword peeking through his chest.

The scarlet sword, which depicts flowers and bones, begins to swell with cold streamers, although it looks the same as the black light of the evil god, but the connotation of the two is completely different, one is the "cutting" achieved by subtle "devouring", and the other is the "freezing" of all things.

As if to heat die in the universe, the cold streamer of cold light that freezes everything erupts from Levatine, and even the body of an evil god cannot withstand this extreme cold. Although it didn't seem to have changed in the slightest, as the scepter fell, Kang Jichuan's body instantly shattered into the finest dust powder, scattered as basic particles and disappeared.

Wang Hao sighed in his own empty world, put away the rune that seemed to flow with black light, and sat down on the ground tiredly.

"Thank you, Miss Roots. The pact made with the Holy Grail, until now. ”

The massive presence in the darkness bowed slightly to him, taking back the gift of the gods. And Wang Yu collapsed in the endless void, pinched the extra pair of glasses in his palm, smiled and fell asleep.

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First of all, thank you for the 400 starting point coin tip. I'm really embarrassed that this plot dragged on for so long.,In fact, since chapter sixty-five, I've gotten an achievement in my head [bi!] [Damn, you're an F/Z fanfic or an Oriental fandom.,The Holy Grail is longer than the Orient!], but anyway, my setting won't change.,Although even I want to end it quickly and go back to see Fran.

In short, everyone, welcome the return of Gensokyo!