"Containers? You mean you want me to fill the mud?"

The pitch-black pupils were dyed with hideous blood, and Wang Hao looked around and sneered.

"It's a good idea, but it's a pity that I don't want to do it. ”

"No, you have to accept that you are the most perfect vessel, accept us, become one with us, and you will become God!"

"To be a sad thing like Yasugawa?"

Wang Yu didn't even bother to sneer, the incident of Kang Zhenchuan's awakening origin "devouring" and swallowing black mud in the black crystal ball was vivid, as an isotope, if nothing else, his origin should also be "devouring".

But devouring such a disgusting thing is only a lunatic like Kang Jichuan, who has nothing, right? Anyway, his life is not worth anything at all, there is no goal, and there is no one to pay for, he only has himself from beginning to end, and even he doesn't care about himself, and even hates and hates himself.

How can such a guy care about his own life?

But I'm different, I have Fran to take care of, I have a Holy Grail to take away, how can I accept such an ugly thing?

So

"Die, Winter Maiden. ”

Ruthlessly crushing the fragile heart, Wang Yu withdrew his hand and carefully looked at the unwillingness and resentment on the face of the Winter Saintess, as if she was tasting fine wine.

"You can't escape from the palm of my hand!!"

The Winter Maiden screamed, turning from woman to filthy sludge. The beautiful face quickly collapsed, the stench of resentment melted into the surrounding mire, and piercing wails came from all directions, telling Wang Hao all kinds of sins and filth, wanting to make this young man with the darkness in his heart throw into their array, and turn into a knight of sin to spread death and pain to the world.

"Whew, a bunch of teases. ”

The pale yellow fades and the pale color takes its place. There was no need for human disguise, and the demon in black opened his red eyes and smiled hideously.

"Come on, I'm going to hit ten. ”

The pitch-black streamer disappeared in a flash, and the knight in the black long sword and the hideous iron armor walked out of the darkness, the tiger-wolf-like armor covering his face, and his golden hair had turned frosty and silvery.

Fallen Knight: Artoria.

A man in black armor appeared in the air, his hair rising up to the sky, and even though his scarlet pupils were full of holes, his expression was still unpretentious that no one could match.

Hero King Gilgamesh.

"Heh, have you crawled back from Hades to get revenge on me?" the demon shook his head, and knife-like claws popped out of his pale fingers.

"Come on, I've done everything to get here, how can I fall here!!"

In the next moment, the pitch-black blade of light and the demonized sword shot towards Wang Yu, and they were crushed by the pale claws.

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"Huh"

The demons gasped, dozens of heroic spirits surrounded him, and the heroes who recognized and unrecognizable formed a web of death from which there were no escapes, and there were as many as cows, or rather, dogs, who had previously been used as strategic weapons.

It's a pity that the mass-produced type can't do the special body after all, and the number of Heroic Spirits who have been pinched and blown out by demons has exceeded double digits.

But Wang Hao's condition is not much better, he has recovery and strange power beyond common sense, but this does not mean that he also has unlimited physical strength. If these heroes are real heroes, it would be better to say that predators never mind eating the flesh of an enemy after killing him. However, the artifacts made by the black mud were bloodless, and if he didn't want to drink the black mud like Xiang, it would be impossible for him to extract the magic power in these guys' bodies.

"It's disgusting. ”

The blood-like red pupils gradually dilated, like two dry wells. Wang Hao's ten fingers were trembling slightly, and his body, which was stronger than gold and iron, began to show fatigue after withstanding the slashing of countless treasures, and the black Hanfu was tattered like a mess of rags, but he stubbornly refused to turn into pieces, and he was panting.

It's like it's the owner.

The boy's mind had begun to blur, he couldn't even remember who he was and why he was fighting here, he just felt that he was going to fight, get the Holy Grail, get the Holy Grail

What about after you get the Holy Grail?

It seems like he can save Fran.

But who is Fran?

I think it's a very important person.

Oh, yes, it's a very important person, and it's worth it. That's enough.

The emptiness in the red pupils spread like an abyss, and a smile hung on the corner of Wang Hao's mouth. In a trance, he saw the picture hanging in his heart, and a warm feeling enveloped his body, pursuing the instinct engraved in his soul, he whispered:

"The reality is still there, and I can't escape. ”

"Weaving dreams into a cocoon, willing to drown in them. ”

"Inherent Barrier - Void Image. ”

And so, the evil of this time is pulled into a world that is so empty that it is afraid. There, the black-clad boy was imprisoned on the Black Iron Throne, like a prisoner and an emperor.

Wang Hao looked at the scene in front of him and laughed, he finally remembered what he was fighting for.

I also understood why the Thorn of Fire appeared in the world of his own heart, because

"This was originally my own defense. ”

The sound of the explosion was heard, and the endless flame thorns instantly broke through the invisible ground, and they raised their heads and swayed in the void like countless snakes dancing wildly.

"This is my sea of thorns. I hope you enjoy it, Winter Maiden. ”

In the state of "Origin Awakening", Wang Hao, who has the infinite magic power that communicates from the root, smiled slightly, and the evil of this time suspended in the air at this time has been cut off from the world, and can no longer absorb people's malice. And those wild dancing thorns were aimed at the evil of this time like a black sun under the orders of their masters, and the burning fire on their bodies became higher and higher, constantly writhing, waiting to be killed and devoured.

"Go ahead and entertain the guests well. ”

The immobile young man spoke, and the thorns, which had long been unbearable, rushed out like arrows, tied to the evil body at this time, and urged all his strength to pull it downward.

It looked like a myriad of ropes pulling the sun down.

The crimson flames scorched the evil of the moment, causing it to let out a miserable wail. A cry of spiritual pollution emanated from the sun, and countless faces appeared and disappeared on the surface of the black ball of mud, although the thorns continued to crumble, but under the spawn of the magic, new thorns were born, continuing to imprison the evil of this time, so that it could not escape the control of the young man.

"Surrender your mana source and magic circuit, evil at this time. ”