At that moment, the light that appeared on the table was a spell that summoned the Heroic Spirit in the Holy Grail War; There was only one paragraph, without any magic power and complicated effects, but it engraved Bai Shuo's determination in the eyes of Changsun Wu.

"I am the one who accomplishes all the good deeds in the world, and I am the one who accomplishes all the evils in the world."

ascend to heaven, or to hell; Even if the hands are bloody, even if there are thousands of people's cries and praises in front of them, they can't stop the determination.

After a while, Changsun Wu slowly stood up from the table, the night outside the window had already begun to rise, he swallowed the last tea into his stomach with a wry smile, and said to himself: "It seems that I am worried in vain." ”

"It seems that today's Hongzhou Banquet Pavilion is also a day of peace." Changsun Wu crossed his waist and sighed, and then the angry store manager behind his back hit him on the head with a spoon: "Changsun! Don't be lazy! Stand here to block the way for guests to enter! Help! ”

"Yes, yes......"

Just a moment ago, under the night sky that Changsun Wu was looking at, the Holy Grail War was still going on, and tonight was also a night that could not be called peaceful.

After losing everything, Maki Yanya reappeared outside the door of the Maki Mansion with the chaotic berserker, looking at the huge building shrouded in darkness, he smiled hollowly, "Sakura, I'm here to save you." ”

He frantically urged the marker worm in his body, so the marker worm that accelerated the devouring flesh produced more filthy magic, and his trembling body was rapidly extracting the pure organic liquid in the stomach, making up for the scars caused by the tick worm, but his body became more and more deformed.

In the midst of the pain, the raging filthy magic poured into the berserker's body.

"Berserker, kill the Dirty Inkstone."

Makiri's body trembled, and he gave a hoarse and sharp command.

The civil war belonging to the Jian Tong family is about to break out, and the result has been predetermined, and at the same time as the inherent enchantment spreads, the surname of the Jian Tong dirty inkstone is destined not to belong to him.

At the other end of Winterwood, a beautiful silver-haired magician stands on the riverside, looking at the light reflected in the river in the cool night breeze.

In the moonlight, Alice Field's hair seemed to be about to glow.

Standing in front of Saber's eyes at the moment is an elf that seems to have come out of Gensokyo, reminding him of the beauty he saw when he was a child.

It's a beauty that makes you want to protect it for the rest of your life, my master.

The Heroic Spirit of the Sword stood guard beside Alice Field, muttering uncontrollably in his heart.

“saber。” Alice Phil in front of her suddenly called out to the Heroic Spirit's name, "It's the first time I've seen such a scene." ”

Filled with joy and gratitude, Alice Phil asked, turning around on the riverside, the moonlight shining on her fluttering silver hair, glittering with moving points of light.

Arthur paused for a moment and asked, "Haven't you seen it before?" ”

"No, it used to be in the castle of the Einzberen family. I don't get bored, but Kiritsugu sometimes shows me pictures from the outside and introduces them to me. ”

Alice Phil waved her fingers: "Tokyo, London, Paris, ......"

Looking at Alice Phil's serious appearance, Arthur had the illusion that his breathing was about to stop.

Perhaps, like a princess on the top of a tower, Alice Phil is imprisoned in a cage, looking forward to the outside scene again and again, observing the world curiously through the perspective of others, but no one has ever told her about the most ordinary happiness.

Even if you finally hold happiness in the palm of your hand, you have to be sent to this cruel battlefield and face the end of indifference.

Such a fate...... A hint of pity flashed in his eyes, and in a trance, he had the illusion that the figure under the moonlight in front of him slowly coincided with a woman in his memory.

The face he had admired was recalled, almost as if he were moaning, and he murmured, "Gnavelle ......"

His queen, the woman he loved the most, Gnavier...... Leave behind the loyal traitor, and leave the woman beside him, Gnavele...... Which one is the real you...... He thought back to the memory that had halted his heartbeat, and a tingling pain and tiredness came through his heart, causing him to close his eyes in some pain.

Then, in an instant, an invisible blade appeared from his hand, and the emaciated Heroic Spirit burst out with unimaginable power, wielding the invisible heavy sword, and the hurricane it carried sliced through the trees in the darkness, leaving a deep scar on that prying face.

Paranoid anger rose in the heart of the Heroic Spirit, whose memories were interrupted, and he squinted his eyes into the darkness behind him, and said loudly, "Do you want to hide in the darkness and rot like a rotting corpse?" Come out, and I will give you the death that the enemy deserves. ”

He carefully guarded Alice Phil behind his back, his eyes cold as he looked at the place where the sound came from.

The humanoid creature slowly crawled out of the gaps in the grass and leaves, its face cut by the storm with a hungry and greedy expression, and a broken gramophone in its throat, repeating: "Hungry...... I'm so hungry......"

In the suddenly cold moonlight, the human crawling on the ground like a monster raised its head, revealing the coat of arms of the devouring snake on its eyebrows.

"Eat!"

With his shrill roar, different figures appeared in the other direction, one of them was an old man, another was a young girl, and even a middle-aged black man.

The only thing that is the same on the bodies of the four humanoid creatures is the Devouring Serpent Crest inscribed on different parts.

Carrying an aura of darkness and blood, the Mark of the Devouring Serpent was inscribed on their skin as a magic spell, allowing their owners to indulge their movements from far distances.

"Ellie." Arthur took a deep breath and swung his heavy sword lightly in front of him, adjusting it to the most comfortable position.

Alice Phil, who was not panicked at all, looked at the back of her heroic spirit and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"Nothing." Arthur smiled unnoticed, "The battle is about to begin." ”

And so the storm was born from the knight's sword, and a fierce storm spread in all directions in the scream, and the blood of the red dragon from its veins gave it the majesty of the dragon's wrath.

Like a knight who indulges in the dragon of the wind, the king of knights shows his strength without hesitation, and is not disgusted by the ugly form of the other party, nor is he despised because of his weak vulnerability.

The enemy, the enemy, whether great or small, will end up in the same end - death.

The scream pierced into the sky, and the furious wind swept through the dust and mist, engulfing the humanoid beast at the front in an instant.

In an instant, the screaming white-skinned monster was slashed open by a huge force, and a piercing red mark extended from his head to the lower yin, and his head was cut all the way to his ribs; At the last moment, the right hand, which stood up like a mantis arm blocking a car, had broken away from the tissue of the arm and was cut into pieces by King Arthur's sword.

After a muffled sound, the monster created by alchemy turned into a completely gouged domestic animal, powerless to resist.

Under the command that could not be disobeyed, the monsters watching in the distance all crawled quickly in the direction of Alice Field, dragging a string of viscous yellow liquid from the corners of their screaming mouths, like mad dogs infected by the zombie virus.

The monster that was cut apart did not die completely because of this, the body devouring snake emblem engraved on the center of the eyebrows was activated, and the liquid red stone flowing in the veins emitted a series of striking red electric lights, and after consuming several wailing resentful spirits, it reverted to its original form and jumped into the battle circle again.

Originally, they were newcomers recruited by the main god from various places, but unfortunately they did not have enough good luck and did not have the opportunity to prove their worth, so they lost their minds in their stupor, and turned into mad dogs and toys that did not even have their own will.

The ridiculous plaything that only obeyed Ling Ke's orders broke out at this moment, and even the Knight King was amazed by his will to fight.

Or rather, they have already begun to [***] have nothing else to think about in their brains, and the only thing left is to eat everything living in front of them, eat the silver-haired woman, bite everyone's throats, and then let everything fall into an irreversible [***] like their own.

Red blood continued to soar out from the Knight King's face, dyeing the wind scrolls wrapped around the sword into blood red. In the face of these monsters who don't have the slightest will, there is no need to hide their long swords.

With each slash, a monster is slashed into slag, and then returns to its original state within seconds.

Alice Field, who was waiting for the result behind King Arthur's back, finally had a new move, and in an instant, her eyes lit up with an awe-inspiring look that could not be looked at directly.

No matter how beautiful and innocent she is, magicians are also one of her identities. As one of the small chalice structures, the magic circuit and magic qualifications she has have reached the peak of magicians, and at this moment, the magic of the Einzberen family is also in her hands to exert the power worthy of being called a 'millennium famous family'.

The intricate patterns were drawn between Alice Phil's and trapped in the air, and at the moment when the last drawing was outlined, a grim declaration was issued: "Evaporation! Alice Field's fingers reached out to the monster whose head had been split open by King Arthur, and then the viscous liquid flowing in the monster's veins instantly began to rhythm.

Surging and crashing, swelling, boiling!

The blood that came into contact with the air was transformed by the power of magic, instantly penetrating the monster's entire body; The monster that flew upside down from under King Arthur's sword swelled rapidly, as if an endless stream of blood-colored spray spewed out of the bowl-sized wound on its neck with an extremely high temperature, and every pore was tilted outward with vaporized blood and liquid red stone.

Until the end, as if ignited by a raging fire, the monster instantly turned to ashes in the flames that erupted from its body.

The power of magic amazed Alice Field, who simply didn't understand why the magic of this eulogy was so powerful in just one stanza.

(To be continued)