Chapter 80: The Death of the Distant River (1)

"God is spirit, so those who worship him must worship in spirit and in truth..."

After such a hypocritical prayer as he pressed his hand to the blood that flowed from the priest's corpse, a dazzling pale light began to emerge from the cold wreckage and take over all the vision.

As the authority given by the Overseers from generation to generation, the spells that had finally become as red as blood after countless experiences of washing blood now obeyed the "code" that had been set for a long time, and all the objects of allegiance were shifted. Now, a total of thirty-three spells are all in the bag of Yan Ye.

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"How?"

Still wearing a helmet, the emcee's voice was naturally solemn and hoarse, so Yan Ye didn't feel any surprises.

Because it was a fatal knife, there was not much blood stained in the entire church, but as an assassin, his armor was still somewhat stained with a little crimson pattern.

The most important thing now was undoubtedly to confirm how much magic the thirty-three spells could provide him, but for a moment, the master of ceremonies suddenly remembered another question...

Expiation.

That's right, carrying this reality heavier than life, he can only work hard to complete the task according to the will of the gods, but can his current behavior really be called atonement?

Caster, Ryunosuke, Assassin, Lancer, Kenneth...

Now, it's Father Yan Feng Lizheng.

On the path to get the Holy Grail, all he can recall is intrigue and blood, but he doesn't necessarily save anyone.

No... Perhaps, the only one saved by him was the frowning beauty in front of him.

"It's more optimistic than expected."

She lifted her cuffs, the striking stigmatas lining up his right arm at once.

"Compared to the mana that belonged to caster, assassin, and Lancer that I took away before, this time I got even more than the total amount... If you can achieve this value, it should be more than enough to implement your plan..."

"Is it..."

This time, I have the impression that this man has nothing to do with madness, but even a little clever man does not let out a little smug laugh as he remembers. He just responded nonchalantly, as if he was not at all distracted.

"What's wrong?"

"No, it's nothing, let's go, every second counts from now on."

The master of ceremonies shook his head and left all this behind, I don't know when he had walked too far on this dangerous one-way street like the wild goose night, and now... There is no turning back.

Even if, for the first time since the beginning of this endless journey, he began to wonder whether what he had done was right or not, and whether it was really worthy of atonement, the current situation did not allow him to hesitate for the slightest.

It must be done, and it must follow the path that was designed before, otherwise everything that has been done so far will be undone.

"Let's go."

He said this as if to the wild goose night, more like to his own deep heart.

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The sunset at dusk sprinkled the last trace of afterglow, and then finally jumped into the mountains and hidden, and in the starry night, there was only one left, through the river of this city called Fuyuki...

It is not far away, and I feel that this world is not yesterday.

It seems that the Weiyuan River, which will never stay, still flows towards the sea without confusion, and standing on the side of the estuary, a beauty with long hair and fluttering takes advantage of the night to raise the magic guide book in her hand...

Strange magic began to gather in her direction, along with the war and blood that had taken place in the city, like a child in the mother's arms, and then, the chant of the clear voice...

"The land god is dead, and the people on this shore cannot be saved..."

The continuous, dream-like chant only echoed in her own ears, but it seemed to be transmitted to the bottom of the water, a creepy existence.

Eventually, the surface of the river began to ripple in layers, and in the very center of the river, the shadow of a huge object gradually became clear in the night. The two sides of the strait were like a fantasy, wandering in a thick mist, and those mysterious and magnificent lilac clouds were like tentacles poking out of the hell of Abi, trying to pull everything they touched into the bottomless whirlpool...

"The call from the deepest part of the sea, your screams will turn into immortal music, and the foolish people on this shore will bathe in your sweet rain, please appear here, then I will sacrifice flesh and blood, and now here, I will be ignorant and re-edified!"

Together with the last character of the last song, it was also sung, and in the direction of Yanye's finger, in the center of the Weiyuan River, countless tentacles full of suckers suddenly poked out of the already turbulent and turbulent water vortex, just for a moment, the black and purple color became the only main theme, and when the even larger, mountain-like body appeared in front of people, the tyranny and destruction officially kicked off...

Almost at the same time, in the sky not far away, there was a clear flash of thunder.

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A thick fog appeared, and the monster in the river had already revealed its form, the master of ceremonies sighed, and then continued to move towards his goal.

This is the direction from the church.

From the time of Father Yanfeng Lizheng's death, it has only been more than an hour at most. It would be foolish to notify all the masters in such a short period of time, but this embarrassing time was just enough for Yan Feng Qili to discover the strangeness of the church...

The master of ceremonies continued unhurriedly.

It's not a much-frequented road, as it's next to the port, and the river beach here is sometimes used to store some goods, but it's not as dense as Warehouse Street.

Behind him, the sea devil's huge body has begun to wreak havoc everywhere, and as the master, in addition to providing magic power, the work of the wild goose night has also ended here, and next, it will be a battle belonging to the master of ceremonies himself.

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Battles between the Servants.

Of course, it is more precisely a battle with the strongest Heroic Spirit, the Hero King, Gilgamesh!