Forgetting who he was in the first place, forgetting what he was going to do in the first place, all that remains is the ugly desire to continue living. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

What have I forgotten?

He was trying to disintegrate to allow the soul-inhabiting brain worm to dodge the blow.

However, Fang Tian's halberd attack trajectory followed the movement of the brain worm, just like the body of the Jian Tong Dirty Yan was presented in the eyes of the other party.

Can't hide.

Although the blood-red spiritual power is suppressed by the Moon World, it still has a magical power, fixing the surrounding space.

The red rabbit like a flame jumped in front of the body of the Dirty Inkstone, and the horse's hooves like a crane stepped down suddenly, and the body of the Dirty Inkstone was instantly scattered into countless insects.

However, Chitu suddenly spat out a ball of fire!

All the bugs that tried to escape were ignited and fell feebly to ashes.

The body of the inkstone leaked out, and it was a disgusting worm with a wriggling brain at the front, and a twisted body like an earthworm in the back half.

The mighty Fang Tian Painting Halberd instantly stabbed this old insect.

In Sakura's blue eyes, the brain worm screamed and gradually lost its vitality.

The six-year-old girl was still living in a fairy tale, so she couldn't think too much, Sakura turned her head to look at Wang Huan with a calm face, and then gestured to tighten the placket of his white robe.

Is this her savior?

The voice of the handsome monk sounded faintly in Wang Huan's mind: "No life can escape death, even gods have a day to pass away." What's the point of pursuing eternal life and then losing everything you have in an ugly way?"

He recited the Buddha's horn lightly, and a faint Buddha light emerged from Wang Huan's body, spreading along Fang Tian's halberd, shining on the dead old insect.

Wang Huan was slightly frightened, and on the corpse of the brain worm that slowly disappeared under Fang Tian's painting halberd, an illusory figure slowly floated.

It was a handsome man with long purple hair and an angular face full of fortitude.

His eyes were no longer cloudy, but they were filled with unparalleled pain at the moment.

"I remembered......"

Two hundred years ago, his name was Machiri Zorgen.

He wants to be a "partner of justice" and wants to cut out all the evil of mankind, which is the ideal he wants to achieve no matter what.

For this ideal, he came to this city of Fuyuki, and together with two other families, he created the Holy Grail, the "almighty wishing machine", and created this Holy Grail War, eager to reach the roots of this world,

But to add insult to injury, the Winter Saintess he admires sacrificed herself for the birth of the Holy Grail, and also made the lonely Machiri incarnate as a wooden inkstone and take root in the city.

In the past two hundred years, in the three Holy Grail Wars, in this long-term exploration, in order to prolong his life, he developed insect art to replace his body.

In the process of decay of this soul, the dirty inkstone gradually forgot everything.

Not only the body, but also the heart became as ugly as a bug, and he began to take pleasure in playing with other people's minds.

The original ideal has long since become an obsession for survival.

But in any case, it is impossible to hide the mistakes he has made.

Wang Huan shook his head slightly, looking at the soul that was gradually dissipating.

More than anyone else, the man who hated not being able to complete the Holy Grail, perhaps he had fallen into the devil in search of spiritual numbness?

Maqiri's soul bowed to Wang Huan in the light of the Buddha and completely dissipated, the light of the Buddha only reminded him of his life before he died completely, but it could not save him.

Thinking of the past of this old bug, Wang Huan, who came to this world, gradually formed his own opinion on this Holy Grail War.

The almighty wishing machine?

This kind of thing, which has been polluted for a long time, should have disappeared completely.

If you pin your wishes on something else, will you really achieve what you want?

My own wishes will be changed and fulfilled little by little!

If this wish is destined to be unfulfilled, give me the courage to admit it!

Wang Huan suddenly found that in addition to completing his mission - winning the Holy Grail War, he had more things to do in this world.

But the most important thing now, of course, is to win the Holy Grail War.

Wang Huan will not be ambitious, nor will he be unrealistic.

It's still a year before the Holy Grail War...... As soon as he thought of this, Wang Huan's face was a little bitter.

This time, there is no such thing as a space-time tunnel.

"Rest assured, the flow of time in this world is very slow compared to your world, and a year here is only a few days in the Earth world. The voice of the handsome monk gave Wang Huan a booster.

Only a few days?

Well, a year here is not unaffordable.

Wang Huan really needs to make himself stronger in this world in this year.

Winning the Holy Grail War isn't just a joke.

Especially in the Fourth Holy Grail War, the magicians and heroic spirits of this world are not so easy to deal with.

Don't look at the ancient magician's Jian Tong Dirty Yan was easily eliminated by Lu Bu, but this is only because the Jian Tong Dirty Yan happened to be here, and he happened to meet Wang Huan and Lu Bu, the nemesis.

The ghost god Lu Bu is one of the strongest martial spirits in the Soul Town, and Wang Huan may not be able to summon such a powerful existence in the future.

There are seven powerful Heroic Spirits participating in this Holy Grail War, but Wang Huan now has only six summoning opportunities left, and if he doesn't enhance his abilities, the one who dies is likely to be himself.

At the moment when Wang Huan was thinking, the entire mansion of the Tong family had been razed to the ground by the rampaging Red Rabbit.

The corners of Lu Bu's mouth curled, and Fang Tian's halberd kept swinging out, as if he was testing his current strength

His eyes suddenly turned slightly blood-red, and he suddenly rushed in a certain direction with Wang Huan.

"What are you going to do?" Wang Huan gasped slightly.

"Since I've come here, if I don't look for a strong man here to fight, how can I be willing to ......" Lu Bu was full of murderous energy.

"Little one, although you are my temporary master, my mission is only to protect you. ”

As long as Wang Huan is protected, then he will do whatever he wants.

Wang Huan slapped his forehead, he should have thought of it, how could the strongest martial spirit in Zhensoul Street, the unruly ghost god Lu Bu, completely obey Wang Huan's orders.

It's still deep in the mountains, if Lu Bu rushes to the city, Wang Huan doesn't want to face a large police roundup, and the guns and various fighter jets in this world are not a joke.

Lu Bu may not be afraid, but Wang Huan after twenty minutes will be miserable!

And looking at the direction, the direction of Lu Bu's charge is the direction of the Templar Church!

When you just came here, are you going to mess with a powerful demon slaying organization?