"That's enough."

Dilumudo sighed, tears suddenly welling up in his eyes.

Going around and around, what I have been longing for, what I have been looking forward to, has finally reached perfection at this moment.

"That's enough."

His eyebrows were lowered and he smiled lightly.

"I don't have much time." He said, "Please."

He didn't finish speaking, but Kyogohiko understood what he meant, and for a moment their roles seemed to be reversed, Kyogohiko took two steps back in a bit of a panic, gritted his teeth and said, "No!" ”

Dilumudo, on the other hand, smiled gently, his expression relaxed and relieved, "Please." The soft tone was like coaxing an unreasonable child, "This is the promise you once gave me." ”

The eyes that were focused on him were tolerant and firm, and Kyogokuhiko wanted to refute, wanted to refuse, but in the end he just sighed helplessly and tiredly, and hesitantly walked to Dilumudo's side, his fingertips lightly touching his chest.

Under the palm of his hand, his heart beat vigorously, again and again, steady and reassuring, and his hand shook uncontrollably, retracting like an electric shock.

After so many years, this is the first time he has such a painful mood as now, and for a moment he can't wait to be covered in the quilt like a child, pretending not to see it.

Dilumudo held his hand that was withdrawn, not very hard, and his ten fingers clasped his palms together, making people inexplicably firm.

I promised him. Kyogokuhiko closed his eyes, his fingertips pointed at the knight's chest, the complex network diagram of the day and night was still vivid even when his eyes were closed, his fingers ripped open thin magic lines, and his palm reached into Dilumudo's chest without hindrance.

"Don't cry." The magic flowed from his body, the core was destroyed, Dilumudo leaned over and kissed the corner of Kyogokuhiko's lips, his body had begun to turn into a spirit child and drift away, the evil of this world cried in his body, struggling to escape from this body, which undoubtedly hastened his demise.

He frowned slightly, and more firmly imprisoned the evil of this world in his body.

Kyogokuhiko silently cut off the "nucleus" held in his palm, and silently accepted a kiss that was just skin touching, so shallow that it didn't look like a kiss, his eyes were a little empty, tears slipped unconsciously, and at a moment even he believed that he was deeply affectionate.

Dilumudo left a honey-smelling kiss on the corner of his lips, and finally he couldn't bear to leave a lie.

"I await the day when I will claim the Holy Grail for you."

When the Holy Grail of this era is made again, when the Heroic Spirit System reappears, summoned through the Spell, perhaps Kyogokuhiko will be able to summon Dilumudo again. Audina.

But it's only Dilumudo. Audi that's it. He is nothing more than a projection of the body, and when death returns to Valhalla, he will incarnate as an insignificant part of the countless nether records, and the next goodbye will be a new projection, and he can only hope that this projection will bring him a small sense of comfort to the seemingly strong, but in fact fragile Master.

The glorious spiritual power network in front of him collapsed, turning into the most basic spiritual son, the stars were like a heavy snow under the cold winter wax moon, Kyogoku looked at the back of his hand in a daze, and the bright red spell reflected in his eyes slowly faded on the back of his hand, and was wiped away little by little by the invisible storage, and finally only a piece of smooth skin was left.

The node hidden under the spell was inevitably hurt because of this, and the already serious injury had not healed, and a new injury was added, and the pain that spread from the deepest part of the soul in an instant made Kyogokuhiko unable to even scream, and the darkness in front of him and his mind were in a trance.

The originally condensed body fell down the scattered spirit sons, although slowly, but this body began to rout towards death.

Are you going to die?

Kyogokuhiko stood there in confusion, he was now the only one in the falling corridor, he was like returning to the state of just dying, reaching the state of the inherent enchantment, alone, with nothing, and the endless loneliness almost drove him to collapse, he had done almost all the things in this life during that time, crazy and desperate.

Dilumudo was the first to appear in that boundless loneliness, and the first was always special, so he tolerated all the faux pas of the knights, and after waiting alone for decades, even the faux pas were so vivid and lovely in his eyes.

Dilumudo is the only one who knows his connection to another world, and the only one who is also special, in the crumbling world, at least he can have some comfort when he sees Dilumudo, and there is a gossamer that connects himself with the past, knowing that Xuanhe's dynasty is not his dream.

Kyogokuhiko liked Dilumudo, his handsome and handsome face, his athletic and dexterous skills, his occasional cunning and viciousness, and his occasional hugs and kisses.

There is nothing nagging for him to be nauseated **, pure, warm and soft, hugs and kisses.

It felt so good and happy that at some point, he would feel like he was stuck in the mud.

The thought of wanting to see him again came violently and deservedly, Kyogokuhiko looked at his hand, the nodes clinging to the back of his hand were shattered, the scarlet cracks began to spread from the nodes to the whole body, and Reiko fell from the cracks, he was not sure if such a body could hold out until the beginning of the Holy Grail War, but he didn't mind putting a little effort into it.

Thinking so, he closed his eyes, as if he had indulged himself in a bottomless slumber, and gained some rest in the fall.

When I woke up again, it was still the same powerful Kyogokuhiko without any flaws

There was no day or night in the falling corridor, and it was impossible to tell how long he had been here, but Kyogokuhiko kept his eyes closed quietly, as if time had stood still at a certain moment.

However, in his dream, it was very lively.

Standing on the streets of Heiankyo, he watched from afar as the ghost lantern entrusted the jade pendant to Abe Yuro Blood, and the jade pendant was finally handed over to Tsuiko's apprentice for safekeeping.

Then he went back to the palace in the river valley, empty, alone, the collapse of the body could not be stopped, but it could be slowed down, he began to focus on the expansion of power, a mountain, two mountains, a city, two cities, he and Abe Yulu blood have a tacit understanding with each other, gradually from a hundred ghosts to a hundred ghosts at night, to the entire Japanese underground world of the rule-maker, the expanding power has brought treasures from all over the world, although not much, there are always things that can make this body last a little longer, a little longer.

It was hard for him to imagine how he could make a body that would collapse in two months stay in the world for so long, from hell, from the kingdom of God, or even from a foreign country that had crossed the ocean, and he couldn't remember how many treasures he devoured to replenish the spiritual power in his body, nor how this body became weaker and weaker.

Only when his body could not bear it could he return to the bottom of the inherent enchantment, he went all the way down into his mausoleum, lay down in the coffin, closed the lid, and slowly waited in the suffocating silence for his body to recover and be able to move.

He didn't dare to stay long, he was always afraid that if he stayed a little longer, he would miss something.

This kind of life lasted for a long time, he knew many people, but also forgot many people, and the monsters under his command occupied more and more territories, and his name gradually became unspeakable.

When he sat up from the coffin one day, and his body was still not improving, he knew that he was almost at his limit, and he had to give up something to lighten his body.

The first to be given up is memory, he extracted the memory and sealed it in the jar, one by one on the shelf, he gradually forgot the past, gradually forgot who he was, sometimes he looked at the sealed altar one by one, he knew that this altar sealed his childhood, that altar sealed his past, but his head was empty, he didn't remember anything, he was inexplicably sad, tears but I don't know why.

Time passed, when the memory could not be abandoned, he began to give up some other things, reason, longing, praying, he gradually and gradually turned into a pale shadow, only remembering that he wanted to live, but forgetting why he wanted to live, only occasionally midnight dreams, a touch of brilliant gold passed under his heart, and he would remember in a trance that he was going to bring someone back.

Who is it?

Forget about jì

His forces began to fall apart, and he didn't bother to care, giving up more and more, and his energy became less and less, and he only stayed in the palace tiredly day after day, pretending to be nothing in the worried expressions of his old friends.

He doesn't care, it doesn't mean that others won't call, one day he woke up from a deep sleep, saw the palace collapse and burned the mountain, and the sky was dark with anger, which reminded people that this adult who had been silent for decades was a strong man who made Gao Tianyuan bow down and make peace.

For a while, the wind was loud.

But he didn't know that he was weak enough to lie in the coffin for decades before he had the strength to get up, the puppy cub on the next hill had grown up and proclaimed himself a dog general, and died in love with a human princess, and his wife directly threw the young child to him to seek refuge, he looked at the puppy's golden eyes and was silent for a long time, acquiescing to the extra immature breath in the palace.

Later, the puppy grew up and left, and it was rumored from afar that the jade of the four souls was broken and disappeared, and he went out of the door after a long absence, taking away the holiness of the heart in the jade of the four souls, and by the way, he took a look at the human that the puppy liked.

Oh, it's still a little girl.

The holiness of the heart was divided into two parts in his hands, one that he gave to a German magician who studied artificial humans, and one that he gave to a German magician who studied artificial humans

Yes, there is also a jade seal that he made into the appearance of a jade seal, at that time he already sensed the world's rejection of himself, so he left a way back for himself in advance, the jade seal sealed all his strength, most of the memories in the house were stored in, and the remaining half was carefully left, and when he was forced to reincarnate, he carefully sealed it into the body of the dead baby, and it would be untied when the body was strong enough.

The reincarnated body was chosen for him by the ghost lamp, and at that time he was no different from the geist except for some remaining reason, so he completed the reincarnation very lightly and started from scratch.

From the fragile child to the arrogant teenager, recovering his memories, commanding spells, summoning, black mud poured down, he silently looked at the young man lying in the filth, and opened his eyes suddenly.

"Long time no see." He said.

"Long time no see." He responded.

One is a young man, the other is a mature young man, the shirt is draped in a crane, the caftan is covered with a light fur, very similar eyebrows and eyes, and a very similar temperament.

It's like the same person.

Looking around, the surrounding area has become a circular corridor again.

The light wandered by, and the eyes full of dots and lines were suddenly filled with brilliant colors.

Finally broke through, that deadly bottleneck.

The two stood opposite each other, hundreds of years ago, hundreds of years later, the same person completed the meeting in this absurd form.

Next

"Let's talk, Gaia."

"Let's talk, Alayya."

Two pairs of black eyes as black as paint faced each other, and they appealed to the world in unison.

The corridor twisted, echoing with a sound that did not resemble the world.

"Let's talk about the outlaws."