Tribute to the Demon King

"Let it escape. Leave it alone."

With pity-like eyes, the somewhat tired Zhou Yi stared at a certain place: "It's better to let it leave the urban area first... Anyway, it will only go to one place."

Looking at the direction Zhou Yi's gaze was pointing at, Emiya Kiritsugu also understood something.

At this moment, Tohsaka Tokiomi finally woke up.

Author's message:

I feel so foggy when I have a fever, let's do an update today... (Lie down)

When will my god resume updating... My subscription, bastard... (kneeling)

Finally, today's transaction, "Card Transformation Never Dies Due to Essence", the system is very comprehensive, and the old writer has no problem with the plot development...

Chapter 110 Four

You have to, you have to run away——

Like a giant jelly mixed with chili pepper, tomato and black pepper, the red-black piece of meat kept shaking.

Its huge body squirmed in the river made of black mud, it was not even considered a human being at all, it could only be regarded as a swarm of insects living in the ground.

The sticky black mud gathered together and stuck to each other, only forming a lump of hideous flesh, which couldn't even maintain a human shape.

Zhou Yi's coherence before was not useless.The ownership of the worms caused a huge dispute. The worms that made up Zouken Matou's body collided with each other and continued to disintegrate and fragments fell from his body.

Even though the black mud that kept pouring over and filling the vacancy in his body continued to continue his life, Zou Yan at this moment has realized that his demise is only a matter of time.

His soul was already corrupted.Accepting all the evils of this world under such circumstances made Matou Zouken completely unable to control his body.

A huge amount of magic power poured in, and a riot broke out among the insects that made up Zouken's body.The magic power from the black mud is far greater than the magic power of Matou Zouken as the host, combined with the magic characteristics of the Matou family, these cursed magic power poured into his body without any scruples.

But these magical powers destroyed Zou Yan's body on the one hand, and continued his life on the other hand.

It is precisely because of these magical powers that make Zou Yan painful that the old magician still survives even though he has become a piece of meat.

"Oh oh oh oh--"

Accompanied by an inaudible mournful cry, there was a faint rattling sound of joints rubbing against the flesh.

That is definitely not a sound that a human throat can make.

Just looking at this scene, you can realize that at this moment it is just a piece of meat.

Corrupt, broken, fragile, full of filth.

But even so... it's still alive.

While cursing himself who was gradually melting and powerlessly cracking open his bloody mouth, he instinctively moved forward in a certain direction.

——I don’t want to die yet.

The magician named Matou Zouken had reached his limit a long time ago.

Even if you get countless fresh flesh, it will start to rot in an instant.I can vividly feel the decay and decay of my body, the pain and terror that ordinary people can't bear for even an hour.

The pain of death if left alone for an hour continued continuously for 200 years.Tormented by that kind of pain to the point of taking it for granted, no one can understand to what extent the original spirit will be corrupted and distorted, except Zouken himself.

He knew early on that he must have gone crazy.

But, to his distress, he couldn't tell which part of himself was mad.Clearly aware that I am crazy, but don't know where I am crazy-this kind of common distortion is the most terrible thing.

Better to die.

If he died, this continuous torture would stop.

Just let it go... just give up struggling, and the suffering that lasted for 200 years will come to an end.

……but.

Why... why don't you want to die...

A certain thing that must never be forgotten keeps pounding in my mind.The black-red piece of flesh trembled, fell out of the Black River, and fell into a huge cave in Yuanzang Mountain.

However, its heart calmed down instantly.

— Arrived.

There is no need to run away.The destination has finally arrived...

It wriggled slowly, while continuing to expand its body, while persistently and sluggishly moving forward.

Just walking by, the mucus secreted from its body will corrode the lines on the ground.The magic circle several kilometers in size was blurred by it like an eraser.

"Finally, to—"

Even the function of action has completely disappeared, and the monster, which moves forward purely relying on obsession, uttered sharp whispers that humans could not understand.

But the next moment, its cry was interrupted by a crisp voice.

"—has grown old to such an extent, Marquis."

The huge piece of meat suddenly stopped its wriggling.

...That is, a crisp voice that has not been heard in 200 years.What is treasured and buried in the deepest layer of memory is the unique memory of Matou Zouken.

"Oh oh oh……"