The sky was still clear and dark, and the clouds rolled over the sky to cover the sun, and the thunder appeared and disappeared in the clouds.

Pedestrians without umbrellas hurriedly covered their heads and hid under the eaves of the shops, staring sadly at the sky, cursing the inaccurate weather forecast and hoping that the rain would stop soon.

The crowded streets are now empty, and only a handful of people, or the immature baby in the mother's arms, can see in a trance the blurred shadows of the street, and then look at it and there is nothing.

The older generation believes in the sunny day and rainstorm, the fox marries the daughter, and under the cover of today's rainstorm, there are not only beautiful and delicate foxes, but also countless strange shapes, I don't know how many years of monsters who have been sleeping on the spiritual vein of this land, awakened by the long-lost coercion, and followed the direction of the power.

Compared with the monsters who have only survived for more than 100 years in the old house, they are too shallow to worry about their teeth.

The sky was as dark as night, and even the light-sensitive street lamps were lit up one by one, and the howling wind was mixed with the howling of ghosts and wolves, and the grotesque scene reflected in the immaculate eyes of the baby, the world called—

Hyakki Night Walking.

Then, there was the sound of boots hitting the ground, from far to near from light to loud, the figure of the black-haired boy flashed suddenly, and the sweatshirt and jeans were draped in a purple crane, and the corners of the clothes were blown by the wind to hunt, and the stitches on the crane could be seen in the changing light, like the dark lines of the same color printed on it.

The pure black umbrella in the young man's hand moved slightly, revealing a pale complexion and a curvature of the corners of his mouth that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

"Have a good time, make a feast of reunion."

His voice is clear, clean and not half of the smell of fireworks,

The earth-shattering cheers are not heard by ordinary people, at most they look up at the shaking branches and leaves sadly, and feel that the wind is stronger again, which makes people feel more and more cold.

"Chirp!" The childish cry echoed the cheers, and Kyogokuhiko rubbed the little fox that poked his head out of his sweatshirt pocket, and the breeze slowly blew him and flew up slowly.

From a high place, Fuyuki City, which was obscured by the sudden darkness, was caught off guard, and the lights of the city were only half lit up, just like the night of many years ago, when there were no bright lights, and after nightfall, it was a carnival of youkai.

One by one, one by one, the blue and white ghost fire was faint, and the big monsters that had not been seen for a long time carried white lanterns, leisurely and quickly walked through the streets and alleys of Fuyuki, sensing the breath according to the coat provided by Kyogokuhiko.

It's no wonder that the land god of Fuyuki City doesn't like Kyogokuhiko, and it's hard for anyone to swagger through the market with a large number of people on your territory.

With such a big movement, some people in Fuyuki City naturally didn't sit still, and with a rough glance they saw more than a dozen demon envoys sent from nowhere, sneakily wandering around him, but the owner of the demon probably didn't expect that there would be such a heavy demonic aura around Kyogokuhiko, and before he got closer, the demon couldn't bear the pressure and completely struck.

"What's this?" The huge snake hooked up the demon that had fallen on his head with his tail, and he couldn't put it down, uh, tail, and played with it, and finally rubbed the gem and stuffed it under his scales, and flicked his tail happily and wandered away.

And some old antiques who are older than him simply swallowed the demon as an appetizing little snack in their stomachs, crunching and grinding their teeth that have been dulled after sleeping for too long, for example, a certain goshawk swallowed a silver-blue bird in one gulp, flapped its wings and stopped beside Kyogokuhiko, and slightly bent its neck for the little young master to step on.

The goshawk's back is wide and comfortable, and under the outermost flexible feathers are fine and soft down, Kyogokuhiko sat cross-legged on his back and patted the goshawk's head, "Long time no see." ”

"Long time no see!" The goshawk cried happily, carrying Kyogokuhiko slowly hovering over Fuyuki City, "Don't worry, adults, it won't take long for someone to find you." ”

"I know." Kyogokuhiko said, suddenly looking sideways in the other direction and laughing, "We have guests." ”

"Do you need me for you" The goshawk's body faintly flowed with blue-purple brilliance, and arcs of electricity flowed under his feathers, ready to go.

"Chirp?" The little fox tried to poke his head out of his sweatshirt pocket, and curiously stretched out his paws to pull the shining lightning, but his body was too short, and the whole fox turned out of his pocket and fell on Kyogokuhiko's lap, tilting his head indistinctly and screaming in confusion.

"Stupid thing." Kyogokuhiko let out a low chuckle and scolded, stuffing the little fox back into his sweatshirt pocket, "It's not an enemy here, so there's no need to be vigilant." He stood up as he said and threw away the black umbrella in his hand, "I don't even take the umbrella in the wind and rain, it's really an amazing IQ for me." ”

"Such a generous and timely gift, Yu likes you more and more!" The bullock cart carrying the thunder came to a halt near the goshawk, and the King of Conquest raised his hand to catch the flying umbrella and stuffed it to Webber, who was hiding under his cloak.

"You're not bad either." Kyogohiko looked at Webber's flushed face and thanked him as he tried to hold on to his umbrella to keep it from being blown away by the wind, and laughed, "Wouldn't it be a blessing to have this virtuous minister." Of course, with his eyesight, he could see the pitiful magic reserves in Weber's body, and in order to squeeze out more magic power for the conquering king to squander, he was reluctant to even use the technique of sheltering from the rain, and it was quite clumsy and cute.

said that he was talking about a virtuous minister, but Weber just felt that the young man's words had something else in them, and he couldn't help but turn his ears into peach blossoms, and shouted: "I'm his Master, Master!" ”

The King of Conquest laughed and ruffled his short hair, turned straight down, and sighed, "What a good army." ”

The city below was full of ghosts, but all of them avoided the ordinary citizens, and at most a few occasionally passed over them, bringing a bone-chilling wind.

Kyogokuhiko raised his eyebrows and said, "Of course! The young master's tone was not complacent or arrogant, as if he was narrating a natural fact.

- On the contrary, it seems more arrogant.

The King of Conquest laughed, "You guy, you still have a bit of a resemblance to a certain golden king." ”

"The King of the Glitter?" Kyogohiko chuckled, "Then I'm really going to have a good experience." As he spoke, he raised his hand to catch the paper crane that had fallen on his hand in the storm, and the small crane flashed white light in his hand and gradually turned to ashes.

"I've found what I'm looking for, go first, and your Excellency will do it for yourself." The little young master said, and the goshawk under his feet was keenly aware of the change in the direction of the wind, flapped its wings and flew high in the wind, leaving behind the oxcart of the conquering king in the blink of an eye.

"Stand firm, boy, let's go have a good time!"

As soon as the conqueror pulled the reins, a crackling thunder of lightning rose from under the wheels, and he hurried in the direction of the goshawk.

Webber grabbed the conqueror's cloak and watched as the black umbrella slipped out of his hand and fell somewhere, the howling wind drowning out the screams in his throat.

No matter how many times you sit, this speed is definitely not something that a weak magician can bear.

At the same time, Saber is caught in a bitter battle with Dilumudo, the young man's hand is fierce and fast, he seems to have completely regained his senses, his eyes are calm and clear, and he is still the same moral knight in a trance, except for the ominous black aura that lingers on the tip of the spear, reminding Saber of his current identity.

The faint and inscrutable sound of "click" reached Dilumudo's ears, causing him to sneer a little, he knew that Saber had heard it too, and he could clearly see the pain in Saber's eyes from close quarters.

Not enough, not enough. He said to himself, trampling on his humble dreams, shattering what little self-esteem he had, turning his qiē into a stupid joke, and the moment he was forced to kill himself, the poisonous weed called revenge took root deep in his soul, so that even if he crawled out of the bottom of hell and turned into a demon, he would destroy those sanctimonious hypocrites with his own hands.

A little more pain, a little more pain, the corners of the young man's mouth bloomed with a demonic smile, the tears in the corners of his eyes faintly appeared a bright cinnabar color, bright golden eyes looked at Saber, under the clear and calm lake water is filthy and malicious silt, just use you, no, your ugly expression that fell into despair, to fill the hole in his heart that hurts so much that it is unforgettable.

The bullet flew through the air, and the swift onslaught of the red Nagagi/Kura choked Saber's unspoken reminder in her throat, and the scarlet blood exploded before her eyes, splashing the girl's face with Dilumudo's unflinching attack.

"Still so shameless, your Master."

Dilumudo took a few steps back, a cold mockery on his face, but the noble Knight King had a despicable lord with a hidden head and tail, and just looking at Saber's helpless and shameful expression was enough to make his heart swell with twisted joy.

Don't be in too much of a hurry yet. He lowered his eyes to the bullet that was still stained with blood on the ground, slowly flattened it on the tip of his toes, spun left and right and crushed, and the long wood/warehouse stormed up. Saber raised his sword to resist, and his mind was inevitably left and right.

The tip of the spear slashed across the girl's cheek, and drops of blood watered the poisonous weeds on her heart, growing hideously into vines that would devour souls.

It's just an appetizer, patience, patience. A voice echoed in his mind like a sigh, like a basin of cold water to extinguish the red in his eyes, yes, be patient. Dilumudo sighed softly, reversing the direction of the long wood/warehouse pointing at his throat, slicing Saber's forearm, the blood splattered from the enemy's body, so beautiful that he was almost addicted.

If it gushes out of the throat, it will definitely be a magnificent scene that is unique in this world.

There was another movement of bullets cutting through the air in his ears, and the slightly different sound of the wind made him raise his eyebrows, his body turned around and raised his □□, and the rapid bullet hit the □□ at the same speed, but only a small "plop" sound was heard, and the bullet turned into powder and scattered on the tip of the gun, and then staggered to the ground.

"This is what ruined Kenneth's magic circuit." Trampling the powder under his feet, he raised his eyes to look at the man holding the gun not far away, "I'm not wrong, Emiya Kiritsugu. ”

Emiya Kiritsugu didn't answer him, "Saber, go and find out what's going on in the city." As he spoke, he fired several shots, forcing Dilumudo to move his body and dodge, creating an opportunity for Saber to leave.

Saber stood for a moment with a confused look in his eyes, then gritted his teeth and turned in the direction of the city.

"Then I'll play with you."

Dilumudo shook off the blood from the tip of the spear and stared at Emiya Kiritsugu with a gloomy expression, laughing coldly.