"My wish," the young man sighed hoarsely, two lines of bloody tears flowing from the corners of his eyes, "You promised me to fulfill my humble wish."

"I promised my stupid servant." Kyogokuhiko's eyes were sharp and somewhat clear, "It's not you, the evil of this world." ”

"Ahh Dilumudo, no, it should be the evil of this world with a strange smile on his face, "I really can't hide it from you," he said rather distressedly, "How did you find out, obviously I was hiding so secretly." ”

Carefully hidden in the soul of the servant, it subtly guides his actions, repeatedly defiles his will, distorts his thoughts, makes him think that all actions come from his own will, and for this reason he does not hesitate to preserve the consciousness of the dead heroic spirit, and he thinks that he has not shown any horses.

"Originally, I wasn't so sure, after all, the information that Gao Tianyuan brought over was generally not very reliable." Kyogohiko said, "Actually, from the very beginning, I was thinking about why I summoned the Heroic Spirits who were supposed to return to the Holy Grail, and why the Heroic Spirits who returned to the Holy Grail would be completely corrupted by malice. ”

The evil of this world smiled peacefully and made a gesture of quiet listening.

Jing Jiyan said: "Your doubts are not few, first, Di Lu Muduo's personality is very strange, there is a saying that Jiangshan is easy to change his nature, but his character has been completely deviated. ”

After so many years of novels, novels have not been written in vain, relying on various clues is enough for him to deduce the character that Dilumudo should have. His own will is entangled with the will of evil in this world, and it is not strange or difficult to think of his character.

"Second, in order to justify his malice towards me, you repeatedly and deliberately stimulated him to show signs of madness, which makes me wonder why the same magic purified Berserker's resentment could not purify him, and even worsened it." He can understand that a knight who died with resentment would lose his mind, but he couldn't purify it after purifying it twice and paying out a jade pendant, but it would never be a curse before death.

"Thirdly, Dilumudo didn't avoid the Origin Bullet when he injured Emiya Kiritsugu, isn't it, it's clear that the Origin Bullet will cause damage, and it's up to me to win the Holy Grail, so why destroy the Great Wall? But on the other hand, if you instigated this, then it is normal, after all, you have always wanted this body, invaded my soul, and completely descended into the world. ”

"That's right." The evil of this world frankly admitted, "You have also discovered that the body of the Heroic Spirit is made of magic after all, including this one. As he spoke, black sludge gushed out of his face, as if he had just been summoned, he was wrapped in sludge, and he couldn't see his original appearance, "The body constructed of sludge will completely collapse once there is no demon donor, how can it compare to a living **." ”

The black mud on his body surged and flowed as if he were alive, and the sound did not come from his throat, but like the sound of black mud mixing together and rubbing. The world will not allow the evil of this world to come, and his only hope is to occupy the soul and body of a boy who belongs outside the rules.

"Then do you want to guess why I didn't stop the bronze mirror you buried against me, knowing that you buried it against me?"

"Who said I buried the bronze mirror to deal with you?" Kyogokuhiko gave him a strange look, "I don't need that much momentum to deal with you." "Don't look at where he buried the bronze mirror, all of them are nodes of the leylines, and it is clear that it is good to prepare for the void illusion in order to purify the polluted leylines.

The evil of this world seemed to take his words as a hard mouth, and he reached out to hold the holy grail, and the pure black sludge touched his hand, like water touching water, and it melted together very naturally, and the shell of Dilumudo had completely turned into a puddle of black mud, moving by the consciousness of the evil of this world.

In other words, his shell was originally a puddle of black mud, and because of the unwilling resentment of his soul, he was chosen by the evil of this world and taken out for waste.

"Our cast is here too." He looked up at the door, and the blonde girl pushed the door in, her body scarred, and her eyes were full of frenzy when she looked at the Holy Grail, which made her ignore the black mud all over the ground, and rushed in the direction of the Holy Grail.

"In the name of the Spell, kill yourself, Lancer."

"In the name of the Spell, destroy the Holy Grail, Saber."

The two commands were intertwined, and the man who fell to the ground staggered to his feet at some point, gritting his teeth and reciting a word, and at the same time that Saber raised the long sword in his hand uncontrollably, a red long log/bin also appeared in the hand of the evil of this world, and it pierced through the sludge straight through.

"I am immortal! I am eternal! The evil of this world shouted, stirring up monstrous waves in the "root" of Kyogokuhiko, the origin bullet is really a very magical thing, and the "root" of Kyogokuhiko connected to his magic power is penetrated through guò Dilumudo, but the soul does not belong to Kyogokuhiko, the essence of which is "nothing", what is not can be distorted or defiled, the evil of this world can only barely exist in nothingness, and even cannot transfer the "core" of Dilumudo to the real target.

The evil of this world without "nuclear" is nothing but a puddle of sludge, and Kyogokuhiko closes his eyes and calms the waves that have sprung up in the depths of his subconscious.

The evil of this world will not disappear, as long as there is still malice in this world, he will live forever, but such a decisive blow can also make him weak for many days - who told him to take the risk of putting his "core" on Dilumudo in order to encroach on the soul of the little young master.

However, the glorious light of victory was annihilated, and a huge hole opened in the Holy Grail, pouring endless black mud before everyone could react.

When his consciousness disappeared, the little young master silently cursed a dirty word in his heart--what kind of death spirit is this, if he is out of breath, he can still get up and make trouble for him.

Not far away from the Fuyuki Shrine, the blonde Sky Fox is dressed in a staggering robe, the bells embellished in the corners of the clothes are crisp, and the bronze mirror buried by Kyogokuhiko emits a white glow that ordinary people can't see, colluding with each other to form a giant ** array that is enough to cover the entire Fuyuki City, pumping out the filth in the leylines little by little, filling the ravines of the magic circle.

Things should be very smooth, but for some reason, Kong Phantom always felt that her eyelids were jumping, as if something bad was about to happen, and the premonition was so ominous that her fox fur was about to stand up.

And the truth really lived up to her hunch, and in a certain moment, hundreds of billions of trillions of black mud poured into the magic circle, and the entire sky was painted black in the blink of an eye.

There's a problem with the little master!

Dilumudo experienced an extremely painful nightmare, in which he was bewitched and did many things against his will, only to be glad that the new Master was young but strong enough to not be killed by him, and in the end gave him a neat and clean decision.

As he prayed, he was given a dignified death.

He was able to stay awake for very few moments every day, and for most of the time he was like a malicious marionette, and the temptations that resounded in his mind were taken by him as his own will, and he repeatedly and painfully hovered between nature and control.

Or rather, it's not a dream. Di Lumudo groped for the position of his heart, and the position that was penetrated by himself twice was beating vigorously, and some unspeakable terrifying existence was lurking there, that thing was now weak and abnormal, but it was still a powerful force that he could not match, and now it was just a temporary retreat in order to preserve his strength, as long as he made any rash moves, he would definitely be completely controlled by malice at the first time.

Even at this moment, his heart was affected by the dark flames, and he was ready to choose someone to devour.

He didn't know how the young man named Kyogokuhiko was doing now, he didn't even know how he was now, surrounded by a misty and thick mist, his body was so tired and painful that it became difficult to stand up, so he simply had Nagagi/Kura at hand, his ears keenly caught the footsteps from far and near, he clenched his weapon, trying to mobilize his limp body to lift the last trace of strength, his muscles tensed to make an attacking gesture.

"I haven't had a guest in my leopard room for a long time."

The voice that came into his ears was clearer and gentler, and the young man in the purple crane was very similar to Jing Jihiko, probably the young master would be like this in another ten years.

"I don't want to see each other again after death, the fate between you and me is really deep, and I don't know where the lonely ghost came from."

The young man looked at him with no hostility, only a little interest, like a child who had found a new toy, Dilumudo tried to stay awake, but the moment he met the young man's eyes, his eyes went black and he lost all consciousness.

"Wash him up and send him to my dormitory." Waving his hand to disperse the very hypnotic white mist, there was a team of guards with gold armor and silver swords standing around the young man, all of them were tall and handsome, but unfortunately they were all solemn and looked like sculptures, and when they heard the young man's order, they became a little lively, leaned over and said yes, and carried the knight who fell to the ground away.

"Like a puppy, quite cute." The young man muttered, there were two bright red marks on his left hand, which suddenly appeared inexplicably today, and the burning sensation of pain seemed to remain on the back of his hand, and following the breath remaining in the traces, he caught a strange man who appeared inexplicably.

Such dazzling golden eyes, the moment he saw it, awakened his long-sealed memory, the ethereal dream when he was a child thought that he had met the spirit of the mountains, but now it seems that there is something hidden.

After dying, he was forced to live like a stagnant water for decades, and it was rare to have a special fun, and a certain area of his heart was still alive in the middle of his youth, and the face of the young man who was still alive in his youth was silent, and he had already listed a hundred ways to play with lonely souls and wild ghosts in his heart, and he was eager to try to prepare for practice.

At the same time, Dilumudo was going through a round of extremely cruel stripping, washing, drying, medicating, aromatherapy process, high-quality hypnotic drugs made his hands and feet paralyzed and unconscious for a long time, and even was wrapped in a quilt and carried into a dormitory by several strong people dressed as eunuchs, and was pulled out of the quilt and stuffed into the bright yellow futon without waking up, only frowning, lips squirming and making some inexplicable sounds.

Pure black runes crept up his skin, slowly spreading throughout his body, and ominous filth escaped from his body, mixing the light incense with a dizzying, strong aroma.

Dilumudo was still asleep, and the aroma in the room was getting stronger and stronger, and a dark black mist was born in the flat ground, floating by the door as if it were nothing, and he did not dare to move forward as if he was afraid of something.

When the door of the dormitory opened, all the black mist dissipated without a trace, and the runes retracted back into Dilumudo's heart, leaving only a room of fragrance.

"Haven't you woken up yet" The young man sat on the edge of the bed, lifted the quilt and took a look, and covered it back, the body under the quilt was not an inch, but it was normal to think about it, and it would be sent to his dormitory, and there was nothing else to do except the bed, and the people would naturally wash the person and send him to bed according to the standard of the bed.

Dilumudo's figure and appearance are very in line with the taste of the youth, if it weren't for the fact that he was really suspicious, the young man wouldn't mind laughing at this rare little snack that would not make him sick to his stomach.

As if feeling something in his sleep, Dilumudo shivered and opened his eyes in a daze.

"Hello." The young man brushed away the broken hair on his forehead and smiled gently, "Over there, my name seems to be Kyogokuhiko?" ”