Hearing this strange and familiar name, Jian Tong's eyes were full of confusion, and after a while, those vague memories of the past came to mind.

At this moment, Dirty Yan's body couldn't help but tremble, and he reprimanded in a lost voice:

"No, it can't be! You're a liar, he's not like that! ”

Those memories of the past flooded back into his mind, causing his brain to clutter and his emotions to become very unstable.

Von Hohenheim Paracelsus, a famous alchemist of the 16th century, was a confidant of the Sho Kiri, and he did become a heroic spirit after his death.

Master Wren's expression became serious, and after shaking his head, he asked loudly:

"Zorgen, people change, who would have thought that the high-spirited messenger of justice back then would become the ugly and unbearable appearance he is now?"

"Shut up! Who the hell are you and what do you want to do?! Dirty Yan became emotional, and his expression became very hideous.

He didn't want to reminisce about the past, not at all!

Wren's eyes were cold, and he sneered:

"I'm Nagato Tosaka, remember? Together, we built a ritual called the 'Cup of Heaven' in Fuyuki City, and you think that this can only be achieved by reaching the root of this ritual.

In order to see the future with your own eyes, you even go so far as to turn your body into a worm in order to prolong your life, and the result? You've forgotten all of that......"

He was forced to say so much nonsense.

The old bug's survivability is not ordinary tenacity, and if he can't defeat his obsession, even if he destroys his body, it may not completely destroy him.

In the HF line, his body was wiped out by Father Mapo, and the body engraved worm was dug out and pinched to death by Black Sakura, all of which are like this, and the dirty inkstone can still survive!

Xiaoqiang is not worthy of lifting shoes for him!

Nagato Tosaka?

Another familiar name, another long memory, Jian Tong's body trembled uncontrollably.

Wren projected a mirror and threw it to him, sneering:

"Dirty inkstone, take a good look at your ugly appearance now, a blood-sucking monster who has become a maggot and can only survive by devouring other people's flesh and blood!

Haha, who was enthusiastic in the first place, and kept saying that he wanted to abolish all the evil in the world! Destroying the karma of human beings?! So that everyone can enjoy happiness......"

The old worm's face distorted, he smashed the mirror hard, ignored the bloody palm, stared at Wren with his eyes, and rebuked angrily:

"Shut up! Can you imagine the pain of being imprisoned in an aging and decaying body, being gnawed by countless maggots, flesh and bones, and decaying alive? Can you understand?!

Little by little, the footsteps of death are approaching, the darkness is holding your neck, and the air is so heavy that you can't breathe...... Maybe the next second you don't exist anymore, maybe you fall asleep and you can't wake up again, maybe this is the last time you see the familiar scene around you......

Haha, you're completely dead! There is no more you in this world! You'll never have the chance to perceive everything in the world. You're abandoned in the garbage heap and rotten to bones in the ground! All traces of existence have become the dust of history! ”

The old bug roared, he was driven crazy, and the long time eroded his soul, making his mental will distorted beyond recognition, and finally only the obsession of "not wanting to die" remained.

Man's most basic desire is to live.

Wren was silent for a moment before he said, "Zorgen, then you should remember that there was once someone who obtained the eternal life you dreamed of.

Her intellect and spirit are not old, she does not grow at all, she repeats the same day forever, but she still walks out of the castle and finally walks into death. ”

Licking his chapped lips, the dirty inkstone slowly lowered his head, and his rickety body trembled without making a sound.

With a glimmer of light in his hand, Wren projected a portrait of a woman and threw it in front of the old bug:

"The Saint of Winter – Estisa Rizlech von Einzberen."

The name was so memorable that the trance-stricken inkstone quickly remembered it, and he fell silent, fell to his knees, and stared at the woman in the portrait.

A pure white dress, a face that was too beautiful and neat like a doll, red pupils like rubies, and long silver hair that shone like snow.

"She sat under the wilderness for the last rite in her holy heavenly garments, and vanished on the other side of the light......" Wren said in an ethereal voice.

The expression of the dirty inkstone was very strange, as if crying and laughing, he fell to his knees, rested his head against the portrait as if to escape something, and his body trembled and did not speak.

Wren sighed and took a few steps back out of the barrier, a whirlwind of magic darting between his fingers.

The blue arc shone brightly, stirring up a wind, and a long cone-shaped silver-white magic sword condensed into shape.

He handed the pseudo-spiral sword to the side of the Jian Tong Yanye, and said softly:

"It's up to you to throw it in, just to wrap it up."

This time, he didn't inject too much magic into the pseudo-spiral sword, but it was still easy to completely destroy a small two-story building that was sealed by enchantments.

Reaching out to take the pseudo-spiral sword, Jian Tong Yanye's expression was a little complicated, and he heard all the conversation just now.

"Old bug...... Is he really the ancestor of our Kirichi family? A magician who has lived for 500 years? ”

"Although it sounds a bit exaggerated, but the fact is that the magic attribute of the Makiri family is water, which has absorption properties.

Dirty inkstone uses this characteristic, combined with his insect magic, to continue life by absorbing the life force of others to live until now. ”

Yan Ye didn't ask any more questions, took one last look at the dirty inkstone that was kneeling on the ground, and threw the pseudo-spiral sword into it.

Seeing this, Wren immediately grabbed Yanye's shoulder and quickly retreated, but the dirty inkstone in the enchantment did not react to this.

Rumble!

There was a deafening loud bang, the earth shook, and in the dazzling light, cracks appeared in the enchantment, and finally shattered completely.

A crimson fireball swelled rapidly, and in that extreme light and heat, the figure of the Dirty Inkstone gradually distorted, melted, and shrunk...... Eventually, it was reduced to ashes.

The small two-story building was also destroyed, leaving only a large charred crater and magma-like fluid.

After a few moments, wait for the heat wave to dissipate.

Wren walked over with Yan Ye again, the body and body worms of the dirty inkstone had been completely eliminated, but there was still a resentment in the scorching air.

"Is he dead?" Yanye asked softly.

Wren sensed it carefully, and the distorted and evil obsession was a little dissipated, and because it had been shaken before, it had not been able to recondense it.

After losing the support of the body, it inevitably died out.

After about a quarter of an hour, it was completely gone.

"Well, it's over."