In the woods, although it was daytime, it was very dark, and there was a woman running in a hurry, her face full of horror, as if she had seen a monster.

Until the end, the scenery was like a bug.

There was no one around, the roundabout was completely stopped, her apartment was quite close, but it wasn't "normal", when did it become like this? She didn't know.

The deserted streets, the dead alleys where the light can't shine, the cold air felt from the dark shadows, and the invisible uneasiness constantly cut her nerves.

Quickened the pace.

In short, it feels like it's dangerous to stay here any longer, and if you overthink it, you can't think about it, not because you feel like someone is following you. Originally, even if she was followed by someone, she would not feel the intuition of "danger".

Because she is just an extremely ordinary, kind ordinary citizen.

There were accidents of unknown origin in a row, but there were no murderers or anything like that, and she comforted herself.

It's just that there's not half a person here, and it's none of my business.

Even so, the body trembled faintly, and only the feeling of disgust grew stronger, just like when I woke up in the middle of the night when I was a child, I couldn't move.

I felt that there was someone squatting in the corner of the room, so I didn't dare to go to the toilet, and I had to continue to sleep with my head covered until the morning came, and the feeling of uneasiness was similar to that of being rejected by the world.

Unlike the usual way home, the road in front of me is dangerous, darker than the usual road. Then, I don't know when, it turned from a small run to an all-out run. Although it is understandable, it is funny to be afraid of harming yourself who can't even see anything, but I can't stop it.

Only like a dog keeps running.

Although his throat was very thirsty, he was incredibly free of sweat at all.

In the accustomed street, she couldn't even see a person, like a replica in a mirror.

Gradually—

I realized that there was no place to escape from the beginning.

Bugs, bugs, bugs, bugs.

The thing that flies out of the grass is a worm,

Something that falls from a tree is also a bug.

The bug "snapped" and fell onto her thigh.

Insert the tip of her slender mouth, which is thicker than her fingers, into her thigh.

Screams!!

The body fell to the ground on its back, and there was a fierce pain, like a joking pain, like an axe being slashed off from the heel.

There could be no such thing, but when I tried to move my fingers, I didn't feel it at all.

Instead, something new kept rushing into the body.

So what is it? What the hell was that, she didn't know.

Only something that I don't know what I know at all, gathers on my body.

The bugs kept coming in.

When I was a child, I used to see the sponge in the bathroom overgrown with maggots.

Same.

To put it more closely, it's an inchworm writhing with a hole in the apple.

Although it is a realistic connection, it is completely unrelated to the scene in front of you.

It was over in less than five minutes.

The original people are gone, only bugs all over the ground.

It is said to be eating, but the scene is extremely miserable, and if it is to eat for nutrients, then it is really eating.

"Hmm-hmm..."

The thing that fell to the ground crawled up.

The woman who had just fallen to the ground was now a shriveled old man.

"My head has been replaced, no matter how many times I have done it, I still don't get used to it."

A hoarse voice sounded, and the gathered insects were gone, and after they had eaten them, they returned to their nests, the old man's body, which was once the inside of women, and ate all the muscles that had been used up by themselves.

"It's amazing, this kind of body means you can't die, right?"

There's something from the beginning to the end.

Tree-to-tree crevices.

Between the shadows of the staggered branches, an incommensurate pale mask emerged.

A mask made of human skulls with a clown-like smile.

"That's right, the decaying flesh has rotted long ago, and is just a drooping old man parasitic on the formed body."

The figure of laughter, there is no doubt that it is the dirty inkstone.

Attacking a woman and turning her body into her own took only a few minutes, and the speed was abnormally fast.

The owner of the mask is none other than the Assassin, the Curse Wrist, who was already crushed in the battle with Gollum, but neither of them died.

"But you survived." Jian Tong looked at the curse wrist and was surprised.

"I just relied on the strength given by God to survive, but I am a magician, and after 500 years, I am truly called eternal life."

The ability of the curse wrist to be given by the god - reality rewriting, this is not an active ability, and it does not help in any way for combat effectiveness, and it will only be launched in the moment before death, the ultimate magic, no matter what kind of attack, it cannot give him the concept of death, even if it is a conceptual weapon, it is useless, because reality will be rewritten in the previous moment, so even if the curse wrist is shattered on the spot, it will be resurrected.

The first time he fought with Cú Chulainn, he was crushed by a special spear and his heart was not killed because of this ability.

"Hahaha, eternal life?"

The old magician shook his shoulders and laughed.

That kind of laughter - not at all like joy, anyone can see that it is anger.

- That's right, the dirty inkstone is indeed close to immortality.

Just like just now, using other people's bodies as a breeding ground, as long as the Yang Qi of his soul as the main body is not defeated, he can continue to survive.

But—it was just pain.

The dirty inkstone of the inter tong is not because he likes it, so he makes the body of the old man.

Let yourself become something that is not human, and mimic a human being.

There are limits to that kind of magic.

It is the same as machinery, although theoretically it can be done for a long time, but the parts of practical theory will gradually rust with the passage of time.

Parts rust, gears deviate, and thinking programs can't keep up with evolving times.

"Oops, old decay isn't immortal, Assassin. The decayed body will rot, no matter how many times you get fresh flesh, it will rot. No matter what you do, you will continue to corrupt, and the moment you get a new body, you will start to corrupt. Although he is alive, he is constantly corrupted, this unhappiness and humiliation - the despair of accepting the inhuman worm, even if he says it, he will not let you understand. ”

Jian Tong Dirty Yan smiled coldly.

He had to get the Holy Grail, whether by the power of the Divine Messenger or by his own strength, no matter who it was, as long as he was prevented from getting the Holy Grail, it was an enemy that had to be eradicated.