My Destiny Illustrated Book of Shape Moon

Chapter 378 Death, the Devil’s Sacrifice

"Ah...ah..."

Just looking into those iridescent ice-blue eyes made the old man feel like his soul would be torn to pieces. But he still broke away from everyone's support, stood up straight, and showed the command spell on the back of his hand to the man in front of him:

"Yes, I am your Master, the Servant who arrived in your fantasy!"

As he said this, the old man recalled the devil's reminder.

[Remember, what you are facing is not a mangy dog, but a so-called human hero? 】

[If you think that you can use a whip to make them obedient, then you should pray that you can use the command spell faster than they can kill you, hehehehe...]

Therefore, the old man who had lost everything long ago put away his reserve as a magician and knelt down on his knees amidst the exclamations of his family members. He did not mind exposing his neck to the 'hero' in a black robe.

"I'm sorry to summon you in such an embarrassing place, and I ask for your mercy..."

"No need to say anything unnecessary." Under the black robe, the icy blue color in the young man's pupils dissipated and disappeared completely. In the sparsely dancing candlelight, he was like a weightless black shadow, fluttering lightly.

"If the magician summons me and invites me to participate in this Holy Grail War, tell me first what you need the Holy Grail for."

Perhaps the servant's too plain attitude gave the old man a false impression, or perhaps the fire of revenge and resentment burned away the groveling disguise. The old man suddenly raised his head, his cloudy eyes filled with fanaticism.

"Old man... No, there is only one long-cherished wish of our clan! That is to expel, no, to ravage all magicians who have anything to do with the Holy Grail War! Destroy this Holy Grail War and trample the long-cherished wish of Thousand World Tree into the ground until it turns into a As long as it’s powder!”

Amidst the shouts mixed with coughing, the old man raised his hands high, as if he had touched the other side of the grudge.

"Ahhh... At that time, make a wish to the Great Holy Grail - the wish that our family will be able to rise above all the other worlds, and the wish that will make the traitors of the Thousand Realms Tree regret to the point of crying... it will surely come true, it will definitely come true. !”

The fanaticism was spreading. The tortured family members raised their hands and recited the name of the Great Holy Grail devoutly. The red candlelight fell in the depths of their eyes, igniting a prairie fire, as if they were about to destroy the world. All burned up.

In the dilapidated room, only the black shadow looked like an illusion, watching this fanatical belief indifferently, and said calmly:

"The last question - what is the catalyst that summoned me?"

Last question?

Taking the minister's words as a sign of surrender, the suffering old man was ecstatic, knowing that he had taken a solid step towards his long-cherished wish. He was immersed in joy, and it took a long time before he remembered to answer.

"Ah... that is an ancient relic obtained from a transaction with some beings. It is the rumored prayer of the Assassin's Order. It seems to be related to the first generation leader."

The first generation leader, the old man in the mountains.

The black shadow swayed slightly, seeming to be thinking about something, but the old man looked at this mysterious servant and couldn't help but say:

"My Servant, can you tell me what your real name is-"

"Ah."

The sudden chuckle made the old man's blood freeze.

In the dark shadow in front of him, the pair of iridescent ice-blue eyes lit up again. This time, they were finally mixed with the emotion called 'mockery'.

"It seems that there is no need for it. People who don't even understand the basic knowledge of the Holy Grail War and don't even know how to check the information of the Servants are still trying to get their hands on the Great Holy Grail..."

There was a clear click.

With the sound of bullets being loaded, the fanatical atmosphere in the room dissipated, replaced by a bone-chilling chill that almost killed the soul.

The old man's eyes widened as if he didn't understand the situation, staring directly at the murder weapon in the servant's hand.

Is that... a gun (pistol)?

It was said to be a pistol, but in addition to the smooth black body, there was also a thin and sharp blade protruding from the bottom of the muzzle. The blood solidified on it like a spider web, turning into honeycomb-like red lines.

What puzzled the old man even more was that the muzzle of the gun was pointed directly at his head.

[If you think that you can use a whip to make them obedient, you should first pray that you can use the command spell faster than they can kill you, hehehehe...]

The devil's whisper echoed in his mind. While refusing to understand its true meaning, the old man subconsciously raised the last straw:

"Command the 'Blue' Assassin with the Command Seal..."

"boom!"

The gunfire responded faster than he did, and the magic bullet penetrated the old man's forehead, sputtering out blood mixed with brain matter.

After the family members finally realized the fact that the head of the family was dead, the assassin's killing feast had begun.

call--

Just by lifting up the black robe, the cold wind extinguished the last few candles, and in the next moment, the panicked people lost sight of the followers.

"Where... where is he?!"

"Did you say you escaped...ah!"

The member who spoke screamed, and when the people around him looked in horror, they only saw pieces of flesh that had been split into two pieces falling to the ground, quickly losing their voice.

Bang bang bang!

The fire flickered in the dark room, and when the three members fell down, someone finally reacted:

"Damn it, he's going to be invisible. Quick, run outside!"

The panicked magicians swarmed out of the nest like ants, but with every step they took, the screams of their companions sounded like a nightmare. The servants harvested their lives silently and efficiently, and it was only time to step out of the door. , half of the magicians fell without the ability to resist.

"Open the magic barrier, open the defense array of the workshop!" The magician who first asked everyone to escape from the room was still giving orders, but the next moment, he saw a little ice blue flame igniting from the front, like a soul fire extradited from the underworld. .

"Die."

The assassin walked in the fragmented world. With a casual stroke of his gun blade, another red line dissipated, and the entire outline disappeared.

Why are these walking silhouettes covered with line-like graffiti?

It's like a crack, and it feels like it's about to be broken into pieces.

With a faint murderous intention, the assassin naturally used the tools in his hand to cut through the messy graffiti and eliminate the running outlines.

Eliminate, eliminate, eliminate, eliminate.

It's as easy as cutting a thin layer of paper with a paper knife.

Kill, kill, kill, kill.

The ignorant murderer gives full play to his creative desire.

finally--

"ah."

The assassin blinked. Amid the melting pain, the iridescence in his eyes dissipated, and the strange graffiti-like world returned to normal.

Then the blood and bones all over the ground came into view.

Those fanatical people have disappeared, and those magicians who pursued the Great Holy Grail have also disappeared. Under the reflection of those eyes, their future has long been doomed.

The assassin in black robe, with no blood on his body, thought for a moment, turned around, walked back to the room, and squatted down.

Perhaps it was the effect of the magic engraving, but the old man who was hit on the head first was still breathing heavily. When the assassin met him again, the old man's dim eyes shed tears of blood.

"Why, why, just a familiar... I am obviously treating you with all the courtesy..."

"Although I always feel that there are many things that I don't remember, I can still distinguish what politeness is." The assassin replied seriously, "You just adjusted the posture of holding the tool in order to better use it. There’s no element of respect.”

"Ah, ah ah..."

"What's more, your goal is the Great Holy Grail, right?" Holding the hand of the 'Master' who was painting the command spell, the assassin chatted with the surviving old master of the family while drawing the magic circle.

"I don't know why, but the Great Holy Grail can only belong to me. I'm sorry, as we are also competitors, I'd better ask you to die."

The light of magic bloomed, and the three command spells on the back of the old man's hand disappeared, replaced by three red lines that lit up on the back of the Servant's hand.

The fire of life gradually extinguished, and as he lay dying, many thoughts passed through the old man's mind.

Even though he knew little about the Holy Grail War, he still knew that the Master and the Servant were each other's partners, and the Command Seal was the insurance set up by the magician to restrict the heroes.

A Servant actually said to the Master that they are "competitors". This kind of thing is almost the same as the Command Seal being transferred to a Servant. It is unbelievable...

[In this case, your soul, existence, and everything will belong to me. In return, I will also allow you to subvert this world and mess up everything, hahahaha...]

Wild laughter sounded in the old man's heart again. In the midst of deep regret and realization, he finally understood a fact.

The devil only promised to let them subvert the world, but did not say that they would live to witness it all.

Everything they do has a price tag in secret.

"It turns out that everything in our family is just a consumable that summons you..."

His vision gradually dimmed, and the old man saw the ice-blue fire, which was guiding him to the endless Hades.

With his lips quivering, perhaps it was the mercy of fate that allowed the old patriarch to know at the last moment who the 'hero' who massacred them was.

"The assassin named Shuoyue..."

Bah!

The flesh and blood was torn open, and the young man inserted his hand into the old man's heart without expression, and took out the magic seal that exuded a dim black light.

Although the source imprint of the main line has been lost, the branch controlled by the old man is also one of the symbols of the family.

Now that the family line has declined, the magic seal held by the old man represents the family itself.

Of course, this moment belongs to Shuo Yue.

The tuning magic is activated, which eliminates the rejection reaction caused by the rough removal of the magic mark, and solidifies it into a 'phenomenon' and puts it away.

After doing all this, the assassin broke away from his concentrated state and looked at his hands with some confusion.

"Strange... I am an Assassin, right? Why do I use magic? No, compared to this..."

Recalling the old man's last words, the assassin blinked and murmured the name with some strangeness and curiosity.

"Shuo, Yue...?"

Every word is thrown into the circle of fate, making ripples.

The ripples spread and echoed in the deep space and time. Finally, at a certain moment, the ‘self’ connected to the main body of the ‘self’.

In the dead Great Source Center, the young man with white hair and golden eyes raised his head in astonishment and looked at the stars in the sky.

"This is---!"

Speaking of which, the description of the Demonic Eye of Death has always been strange. Shiki's is pure blue, and the two rituals are a bright rainbow color with the main part being blue. According to the classification of the magic eyes, if you only rely on color to judge, the pure blue pupils are the gem-level magic eyes, and the bright rainbow colors are the rainbow magic eyes...

The Demonic Eye of Emotional Death has its own levels.