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Or rather, the real master of the family.

The candle flame flickered, casting the figure of the black-robed emperor on the miserable white wall, reflecting the arrogant and gloomy shadow. The originally bloodthirsty and restless black mist was now lying on the mountain-like offering table, spreading and shrouding a corner of the living room, and a low whimper faintly came, I don't know if it was an illusion or the sound of the wind.

Looking at the phantom of the clansmen floating like ghosts in front of him, and the tablets with the names of the Ying clan people written on the table, Ying Zheng's pale hands were trembling. Those pair of frozen but determined eyes looked at him like this, strange but familiar.

He took a deep breath, his thin chest hissing like an old bellows, but he finally stood upright, no longer staggering. The black mist that enveloped the offering table receded in unison, prostrate on the ground, as if waiting for the king's arrangement.

He jerked up his hand, trying to reach for the bloody tablet, but it stopped there, trembling faintly, hanging in the air. The black mist on the ground was rolling uneasily, as if they had never seen such an embarrassed First Emperor.

The thin fingers trembled, instinctively wanting to retract, but they were slowly stretched out by reason, passing through the touchless shadow of the clansmen, and finally set up a tablet.

It was an ordinary Ying clan's tablet, which had been enshrined for thousands of years but was cold in hand.

Ying Zheng carefully stroked the tablet and didn't say a word, and the wind and frost sword in his eyes didn't stop for a moment.

The black mist beneath his feet lurked even lower.

"If you're still alive...... That's it. ”

"In the name of the First Emperor, I commend you for your meritorious service in protecting He's family, and grant you a peaceful rest."

"Let's all disperse."

Ying Zheng waved his hand, and the black mist was like a gorgeous carpet, paving a way to rest for the souls of the Ying clan who were bound to the offering table.

Those expressions that seemed to be unchanged for thousands of years actually faintly showed a smile.

Like an insignificant little white flower in the dark abyss.

The phantom gradually faded, and the souls of the Ying clan, who could not be liberated because of the cultivation of secret arts, were finally able to get rid of the mockery of fate and slowly disappeared into the air.

It's just that before disappearing, their eyes were slightly biased towards Yingda's bedroom, and there seemed to be reluctance in their eyes.

Ying Zheng looked at all this, as if he remembered something, and was stunned for a while.

A moment later, his thin body slowly collapsed again, and the black mist wriggled and made his black robe even wider, enveloping the arrogant king again, returning to his proper yin and closure.

"Let's go, go and rebuild our walls."

The emperor said.

And in Li Qiuyan's temporary stronghold, the combat meeting continued.

"In addition to the information just now, the biggest gain tonight is that Nezha successfully hid his rank. Due to the large number of people in this Holy Grail War, not only will there be group warfare, but also intelligence warfare will become the key. And because of the addition of special rules, the competition between the same ranks is particularly prominent. Li Qiuyan reversed his usual naughty and cute style, analyzed and summarized it with a serious face, and Ying Da Pao's eyes also widened slightly, and he listened carefully with a serious expression.

"If we can succeed in making everyone else think that Nezha is Lancer, then the real Archer will lose their vigilance against us, and even hope to learn the clues of the Holy Grail Archer from their mouths, so that we can strike first or be taken by surprise, in short, we can be in a situation where we are in the dark and the enemy. But there is also a risk that we will have to face the Tracer class Heroic Spirits on guard, or even actively attack. So the next action is to avoid Lancer while actively gathering information about Archer, and it is best to get the Holy Grail prefix as soon as possible. ”

Li Qiuyan slapped the pen on the table, looked around at Yingda Paddle and Nezha, and the aura of a moment made people have the illusion of facing the female president.

A relieved smile appeared on Ying Da Pao's face, but he didn't say anything, just asked, "However, Ying Zheng's Holy Grail prefix is not so easy to get, right?" Catser seems to be on the weak side of the frontal combat and should be more inclined to layout combat, so it feels much more difficult to figure out which one is the Holy Grail prefix. ”

"That's true. In order to ensure that they can win, many magicians will choose to summon heroic spirits with greater mysteries, and ancient and even god-like heroic spirits often become the first choice. And these heroic spirits are generally active in the era when advanced magic has not been lost, and all kinds of magic resistance weapons and even magic immunity items often become the hero's bag, so many powerful heroic spirits are quite resistant to magic. Therefore, Caster does not choose to fight head-on, but creates a situation in his favor based on the rank skill 'Position Formation'. Now what you need is to understand Ying Zheng's skills and treasures...... Li Qiuyan was saying, suddenly a little starlight sprinkled, and the black mist instantly spread in the living room, and the pale Ying Zheng appeared.

"Very well, it seems that you still have some judgment about the current situation. Then the discussion time is over, Gray Sun, go back to the room. Ying Zheng gave an order, and the black mist instantly shrank into the shape of a blanket, carefully held up Ying Da Oar, and quickly floated into the guest room despite his protests.

Nezha sneered: "It's better to go farther, this black miasma is upset when you look at it." ”

Ying Zheng's thin face outlined a cold arc: "When can you resist Zu Long's punch, come and talk to me again." ”

"I'm so embarrassed to say, I don't know who was robbed of his military uniform and name by his sister, and it is really unreliable to rely on foreign objects." Seeing Ying Zheng enter the room with a cold face, Nezha smiled more and more happily, and was turning his head to look at Li Qiuyan, but bumped into the latter's confused eyes.

That's right.,The magic envoy who was seriously analyzing the eloquent talk just now.,Now it's back to the identity of a girl.,And it's still in a state of distress.。

Seeing Nezha's puzzled eyes, Li Qiuyan blushed slightly, then stood up, straightened his casual nightdress, and walked towards the spacious balcony.

Looking up at the night sky, Li Qiuyan couldn't even imagine that he had flown there a few hours ago, and he was frightened by the surprise attack of the maiden knight Percival. The battle of the Heroic Spirit is really unimaginable to ordinary people, even if it is just rubbed, he must be either dead or injured.

The girl's body faintly shuddered with fear.

At a very young age, she was trained by Qinglian Guan as a magician, and when she grew up, she has been performing dangerous tasks as a magician, and participating in the Holy Grail War or something is almost a natural thing, which naturally makes people unable to refute.

But I've never had a chance to choose.

But fortunately, there is not only one such person.

Looking at Nezha who walked to his side, Li Qiuyan raised his fair face and said with a little apology:

"I'm sorry, Nezha, I might ...... Saw your memory. ”