"Brush."

In Cui Xiaoxiao's sight and surprise, a red line of blood splashed out.

As the wings of the Heavenly Demon swept by, the black-shirted boy fell in response.

"Emiya!"

Cui Xiaoxiao shouted hoarsely.

……

Emiya collapsed in a pool of blood, and the blood soaked under his body was quickly frozen before it could flow out.

There was a pain in his chest, and his whole body was stained in the snow with blood mixed with ice water.

A pair of white scaly legs stood calmly in front of him, white bat wings hanging to the ground.

The wind howled and blew snowflakes all over the sky.

The blow just now didn't come from the white heavenly demon in front of him.

Just like when Emiya's shirt was torn at the beginning, it was a magical attack that appeared out of thin air, as if it came from the hand of God, and suddenly tore his chest.

Fortunately, the air around me was very cold, and the blood was frozen before it could be lost.

It's just that when they don't circulate, it seems that the rest of the body has no strength.

The feeling of this power passing is extremely terrifying.

The limbs were soft for a while, numb to be precise.

The current dream made him feel a little real, especially the feeling of pain and bleeding.

Every wisp of air, including the breathing, was so clear, icy and biting, that every nerve was excited.

Everything he is facing now is not clear about how much truth is superimposed, but the hostility of the Heavenly Demon in front of him is clear.

The Heavenly Demon Heart he smelted before, the Heavenly Demon called Bi, was only afraid that for the Heavenly Demon in front of him, it was an existence that was more important than life.

……

"Emiya!" Cui Xiaoxiao's tears flowed extremely fast, and she couldn't believe what had just happened.

She froze for a moment, then walked towards the blood-soaked boy on the ground.

The whole world seems to be crumbling.

No, the whole world is gone.

All that was left in front of me was the body that was still struggling to breathe.

Cui Xiaoxiao squatted down and pressed her hands on Wei Gong's back, her tears flowed down in large pieces, and as soon as they fell into the wind, they shattered into ice.

"Hardly anyone can escape, especially for people who are in a boundless dream, who in reality, they are like a newborn baby, fragile and defenseless."

The Heavenly Demon stood calmly in place, and then put away his sharp nails.

"Although I don't want to ...... in such a despicable way"

He looked at Cui Xiaoxiao sadly, and a trace of pity appeared in his eyes.

"I think you're in the same mood as me right now, so do you want to kill me now?"

"So are you satisfied?" Cui Xiaoxiao's voice was almost inaudible.

The Heavenly Demon was slightly stunned.

Satisfied?

Feelings of revenge?

No, this person is not the murderer who killed Bi directly.

He lowered his head, his eyes becoming complicated.

"On the contrary, I feel even more angry...... "he gritted his teeth in pain, "hate the murderers of Bi." Hate myself too. ”

Wei Gong's death did not calm the pain and hatred of losing Bi, but made him relive what he hadn't felt for a long time-

The feeling of killing.

There seemed to be a strange power throbbing in my heart.

"I'm not going to stop until I kill all the damned people who murdered Bi." His eyes were cold and inhumane, "So, if you hate me and want to seek revenge on me, then I will gladly accept it." ”

The corners of his mouth twitched.

Or, from the inside, he also longs for death?

"Huh?"

At this moment, his eyes suddenly widened.

Together with Cui Xiaoxiao, everything trembled.

In the eyes of the two people, a blue light grew from the short sword in Wei Gong's hand.

The red short sword that followed Cui Xiaoxiao's waist also gave birth to a soft light.

"This ...... How can it be......? ”

The Heavenly Demon's pupils dilated so badly that he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

……

"...... How can you be killed in a dream? Emiya's lips twitched, and he forced himself to open his eyes, "It's too humiliating." ”

He struggled, clenching his dagger tightly.

A strange sensation was transmitted from the sword.

The whole world seemed to tremble slightly for a moment.

It's like something has plucked the strings.

The most important string that holds this dream together.

Buzz.

Just as he was holding the Memory Female Sword, he clearly felt a resonance from his side.

Emiya looked around in surprise, and in that position, it seemed as if a red light had appeared that had never existed.

The huge talons standing in front of him also took a step back.

"How is this possible?"

Emiya let out a muffled grunt and stood up from the ground with his body propped up.

One of his hearts was beating violently, never before so strong.

The blood flowed from the frost-frozen wound, down the veins, into the limbs, and he gasped slightly, feeling that his whole person was clearly alive.

Yes, clearly, never before has the rhythm of life been felt so clearly.

"I see." Wei Gong stood in place, facing the tall white figure in front of him, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

His spiritual power was instilled into the short sword in his hand.

A blue light grew from above.

At the same moment, he also clearly saw that right beside him, in the endless dark night, a red light surged.

The two rays of light echoed each other, violently vibrating, and then—

Soaring into the sky.

……

"Ahh How is this possible?! ”

The Heavenly Demon raised his hand, blocking the dazzling red and blue lights in front of him, and unconsciously took a step back.

Muttering to himself.

"No one has ever been able to break through the dream with their own strength......"

Yes, unless the strength is above the Heavenly Demons, never face them alone.

This was a lesson that humans had learned from their long-term battles and experiences, so much so that every time he saw those Heavenly Demon Hunters later, he would encounter a bunch of ......

A powerful master wrapped in iron skin.

Like today, after falling into his boundless dream, it is the first time that he can break through......

……

Emiya's eyes opened, and the whole world became clear.

Snowflakes were flying in the sky, and the tall and powerful Heavenly Demon, carrying a pair of wide white bat wings on his back, stood in the snow in a daze.

Cui Xiaoxiao's image has also changed from an adult to a five-year-old girl.

The red sword of memory floated in the air, glittering, and echoed the one in Emiya's hand.

Cui Xiaoxiao laughed happily, and then threw herself into Wei Gong's arms.

Emiya brought her hands to her chest, looked at the small girl, and then raised her hand and gently stroked her head.

Snowflakes dyed her hair white, and she was gently brushed away by Emiya.

Gently, he poured a warm current into Cui Xiaoxiao's spiritual veins.

"This should be true now, right?"

Emiya sighed slightly, and turned his gaze to the tall figure covered with white scales.