It hadn't been three days since he had seen his servant, and since that day he had taken the stack of books and locked himself in his own inherent barrier. The Heroic Spirit's inherent enchantment had no way to enter, and he was reluctant to use the spell in his hand so just to see his Servant side, so he could only wipe his face and swallow the blood that was about to be spit out back into his stomach, dragging his old body to release the demon to fight alone.

His only real rivals were Einzberen and Tosaka, and the three of them had already reached an agreement to cooperate with each other to deal with the remaining four combatants.

The Archer summoned by Einzberen, Saber summoned by Tosaka, and Berserker summoned by him were the last hole cards hidden from each other, and in the process of cleaning up the rest of the participants, only Saber showed his face slightly, and disappeared after a few symbolic hits.

Now, three days after the start of the battle, the final battle has finally begun, with the best-hidden Assassin and his master falling under the siege of the three families.

The current patriarch of the Tosaka family, Nagasaka Sa, used fire magic to clean up the body of the Assassin Master, and said with a polite smile: "I'm very tired today, why don't you truce for a day?" As a sign of sincerity, he deliberately took two steps back and spread out his hands to make a harmless gesture.

If you don't look at the corpse that leaves only a handful of ashes on the ground, he can really be called a model of gentlemanly demeanor.

As the oldest of the combatants, he has been dutifully playing the image of a gentle and stern old man, not expressing his opinions, only silently observing the two who are about to become his opponents.

The people of Tosaka Sa inherited the magic circuit of the Tosaka family, even if it can only be regarded as mediocre in terms of talent and ability, but it still relies on his tenacious perseverance to get to where he is today, plus the Saber bonus at a glance, it is definitely a very difficult character to deal with.

"Humph!" A mocking sneer came from the blonde youth who stood far away from the ring, who had typical Germanic characteristics of Europe, and whose slightly thin lips made him look a little mean and unforgiving.

However, it is also true, if not Leone. Feng. Einzberen also had a small chalice with him as an amulet, and probably after disposing of the Assassin, Kirichiyama and Tosaka would not hesitate to dispose of him as well. Thinking that holding the little chalice and Archer is arrogant and regards the chalice as a bag, arrogant but not capable enough to match it, it must be very annoying.

At this moment, the dirty inkstone of the masaki and the thoughts of the people of Tosaka were on the same track.

However, no matter how stupid he was, Leon was not arrogant enough to think that he could defeat one against two, so he snorted coldly and turned his head and acquiesced in the truce.

"Well, then, I'll leave it now." Tosaka sassed his burgundy suit, slammed his cane on the ground, activated the magic mechanism on his body, and swept away with a strong wind.

And the dirty inkstone of the square tree, in the same second that the people of Tosaka Sato left, quietly disappeared into the shadows. Although his Servant value is high, the mana consumption is also one of the highest, and with the encirclement of Rider, he is now quite tired.

It was already the middle of the night when he got home, and the mansion of the Maki family was silent, and he looked left and right, as empty as always—in order to avoid unnecessary casualties, he fired all his servants in advance, and sent all his children to a safe place just in case.

And his Immortal was now in the Inherent Barrier for the fourth day in a row, without any news, and if it weren't for the vast amount of mana that was constantly being drained from his magic circuit, he would probably have thought that his Servant had been sent back to Valhalla.

Cautiously opening the barrier in the courtyard, he lay on the bed, closed his eyes and relaxed the tense spirit, at this moment his face was old, the body maintained by magic power, due to the continuous days of high-intensity combat can no longer support, if he still fails to obtain the Holy Grail this time, he will have to use the last resort, completely transform himself into the form of a worm in order to seek a longer life.

He unconsciously rubbed the spell on the back of his hand, and this action became a habit for him, as if it could give him much comfort when he was confused and uneasy. Under this self-comfort, he gradually fell into a light sleep.

It was also dark night in the inherent enchantment, and the starry stars made up of pearls in the sky were so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes off them, Kyogokuhiko fell asleep after getting drunk, and Dilumudo helplessly watched the person who occupied his thighs as pillows and had no intention of moving them away at all, so he could only maintain an awkward posture of sitting and resting for a while.

A servant girl tiptoed in, holding a heavy fox fur in her hand, standing a few steps in front of the soft couch where Kyogohiko was lying, her delicate face showed a few twisted embarrassed looks, although it was so pretentious that she couldn't bear to look at it directly, but it was not her original intention - jade carved figurines, it was not easy to make such an expression.

No one can understand His Majesty's temper better than this group of servants who served before and after death, so he didn't dare to take half a step forward with the fox fur in his hand, lest he disturb His Majesty's peaceful sleep and end up dragging down to death.

"Give it to me." Di Lu Mu Duo stretched out his hand to take the fox fur, the gorgeous red fox fur was far thinner than it looked, and there was an indescribable aroma coming out, unfolding and draped on Jing Ji Yan's body, just covering most of his body, Jing Ji Yan frowned slightly in his sleep, and lay on Di Lu Mu Duo's knees, revealing a small half of his pale face, and the red at the end of his eyes seemed to still have tears.

Although from beginning to end, he only shed a few tears, and then all his feelings were gathered.

Dilumudo unconsciously hooked up a strand of black hair scattered on Kyogokuhiko's shoulders to play, the long hair that was rigorously tied up in the past reached his waist, and the pure black like a waterfall passed through his fingers, which was the opposite of the owner's temperament, and was gentle and soft, with a bit of childlike fluffiness.

Sometimes this person is indeed very childish, like a cat that only grinds its claws with you, with a wicked smile and wanton dignity, but sometimes it is deep and terrifying, as if it is a tiger and leopard who chooses people to eat, and it carries a hundred thousand dangers without moving.

What kind of person is Kyogokuhiko? Zhenri had nothing to do but stay in the inherent enchantment, and Dilumudo couldn't help but start thinking about this problem.

Extremely keen insight and action, coupled with a smooth life without any obstacles, has created an unusually willful emperor who almost wanders on the edge of tyrants. But he couldn't deny the charisma of Kyogokuhiko's leadership, which was completely different from that of Lord Finn, domineering to the point of being justified but not self-serving, if he had been summoned by him in the first place, he probably wouldn't have left such deep regrets.

The long black hair is wrapped around the fingertips, the ends of the hair are still a little wet with morning dew, and the magic gives it the sweet fragrance of honey, for some reason it suddenly has a little bad thoughts, Dilumudo carefully separates a few strands of long hair and tries to braid it clumsily, the black hair is soft and tame under his hands and gradually shows the shape of small braids, Kyogokuhiko seems to be aware of it in his sleep, and he moved his head to make a few soft snorts, but with a bit of drunken lazy voice, it is not half a deterrent, but it makes Dilumudo more inches, breaking up the half-finished products in his hands, Starting from the broken hair on the sideburns and braiding it all the way to the waist, a slender and long small twisted braid stayed in the black hair that was inconspicuous, and Dilumudo's thin lips were hooked, and he looked forward to the look that Kyogohiko woke up to see.

At this moment, in Kyogokuhiko's dream, it was a snowstorm in a foreign country in winter, and he watched the life of a man named Makiri's dirty inkstone from the perspective of a bystander.

That man was born in a distant and cold country, and since he was a child, he lived a worry-free life in a family of famous demons, but he didn't know when he suddenly set up a grand ideal to eradicate all the ugliness in this world, and accepted the magic mark inherited from generation to generation of the family early, and traveled around the world with his bags to explore the miracle that could realize his long-cherished wish.

His footprints are all over the world, full of hope again and again, and again disappointed, more than ten years of time passed in such a hurry, the man's eyebrows and eyes began to be dyed with frost, and his clear face was haggard, but the flame of hope in his eyes was never extinguished.

When he knocked on the door of Einzberen Castle in Germany, Lady Luck finally smiled at him. It was the Holy Grail of Miracles, the Holy Grail of Miracles that had taken countless days and nights to attach the forbidden art that had never been passed down by the family, sacrificing the only woman in his life who made him feel throbbing.

Therefore, he will obtain it at any cost, even if the body has decayed in the merciless years, the soul is still burning and burning, and the old friends who fought with him have all passed away, but he is still stubbornly sticking to the years, he wants to live, live at any cost, and then obtain the Holy Grail and eradicate the malice of this world.

To live, to live forever, even if you become a bug, even if the family declines, you must live. This obsession has sustained him for hundreds of years, and even in his dreams he is the shadow of the Holy Grail.

Kyogohiko looked at the old man in the dream obsessively holding the Holy Grail and refusing to let go, and his heart sighed slightly, no matter how well-intentioned the human heart is, once it is repeatedly washed away by the years, it will eventually change its appearance, even if it is not immediately, it will be ten years later, twenty years later, and even now he can imagine that the inkstone was swallowed by his own ** and completely lost in the darkness.

He heard the voice of the inkstone sound in his dream, like a repeated tapping outside the glass cover, "In the name of the spell, appear beside me, Berserker!" Then he knew it was time for this boring dream to end.

Dilumudo saw Kyogokuhiko open his eyes half-asleep, and was grabbing his hand with the second pigtail, and smiled lazily: "If you do such a crime, you should really be dragged down and beaten." "Kyogokuhiko is not in a hurry, the magic power coming from the other side of the spell is stable, indicating that the Jian Tong Dirty Yan is still alive and well, and it can be delayed for a while.

Kyogokuhiko sat up and glanced at Dilumudo, "I'll clean you up when I come back." He said it frivolously, but Di Lumuduo didn't take it to heart, and raised his eyebrows provocatively: "Waiting for you." ”

Kyogohiko is not annoyed, right now Di Lumudo is winning his favor, and occasionally unruly can also do extra fun, and His Majesty has always been more indulgent to his pampering.

Therefore, the anger of being forced to wake up the lack of sleep can only be suffered by the dirty inkstone of the house.

The young man turned into broken gold and dissipated, and did not forget to take away a jar of wine, his long hair was scattered and his clothes were half open, and the bright red fox fur shook off the sharp arrows that shot from him, and his eyebrows and eyes soaked in wine were surprisingly colorful.

He sat at his feet, still a little frightened, gasping for air, his face twisting as the Markworm repaired the damaged internal organs and magic circuits beneath his veins.

"Now it seems that it's good that you died here." The white porcelain jar shattered on the ground, and the wine spread out a faint blue flame on the ground, scorching and covering the sky.