Two-dimensional Wanderer

"Don't, don't..." Ying Luo shook her head again and again, accidentally touching the wound, and she bared her teeth in pain.

Matou Ziyan's face twitched: "It's a tough mouth. At this time, you still can't speak frankly about your inner desires?"

Yingluo said dumbfoundedly: "Yes, I admit that I am afraid of death."

Matou Zuoyan said quickly: "Then why don't you surrender to me, I can give you eternal life!"

Yingluo said fearfully, "We don't have much friendship, so let's just forget about it."

Matou Zuiyan went crazy: "Why? You don't want to live forever, there must be a reason!"

The King of Conqueror also whispered: "Yes, what are you more real, although I originally only wanted to be resurrected, wouldn't it be better if I could live forever?"

Yingluo glanced at him angrily: "Traitor!"

The King of Conqueror smiled and said, "The king will not hide his desires."

Yes, although this guy is quite bold, but in a certain way, he is also a tyrant who burns, kills, robs and commits evil.

"Cough cough." Matou Zuo Yan continued to cough, and said to Ying Luo arrogantly, "I can give you another chance to choose again."

Do you feel so good about yourself?

Yingluo is also unhappy. She can't move because of her injuries, so she consciously positioned herself as a "playing soy sauce" role. As a result, this old guy is still stubborn, why is he just staring at himself?I ate a bite of your rice?Hey, it seems that I really ate it, and I ate a lot... In short, in short, I will find a way to do what I want in immortality, and don't try to impose it on me if I don't want it!

"Then I'll just say it!"

"Cough, tell me!"

"It's so ugly!" Yingluo said surprisingly.

"What?"

Not only Matou Zuoyan was stupid, but everyone else was dumbfounded.

"I said, it's too ugly!" Yingluo said mercilessly: "Even if your soul is materialized, you are too ugly. I don't want to become an old guy like you. Although I am afraid of death , but I'm even more afraid of being ugly!" It's quite unpleasant to be a woman, but I've gotten used to it after so many years.There's no need to leave your slippery skin behind and turn into a shriveled old orange, right?Now, with his small arms and thin legs, Bai Bai and Nen Nen look more eye-catching.

The corners of Matou's mouth twitched, and he explained patiently: "You misunderstood, the old man became like this, just because the old man's body looked like this when his soul was materialized."

Ying Luo was stunned for a moment and asked, "That means the soul will take on the appearance of the body?"

Matou Zuo Yan nodded: "Yes, for example, if you have released the third method now, you will maintain your current appearance."

Yingluo asked strangely: "Don't you say that the soul is constant, how can it change according to the body?"

Yes, why?

The crowd turned their heads one after another and looked at Matou Zuiyan.

Matou Zuoyan was also asked, yes, the soul is constant and unchanging, this is absolutely true.You must know that he is one of the three people who founded the Holy Grail system together hundreds of years ago. The reason why he can live for so long is that he can do it by transferring his soul into different bodies.And the basic theory to achieve this result is the constancy of the soul.

But...if that's the case, why did the self who realized the third method appear in such an aged image?According to reason, it should be the original form of the soul, that is, the youngest and strongest image!

Is it...

Cold sweat broke out on Matou Zaiyan's forehead.

"Oh, I see!" Yingluo said suddenly with a sudden realization.

Everyone turned their heads again, watching her waiting for the next paragraph.

Yingluo smiled: "The third method may really materialize the soul, but your third method is either incomplete or incomplete. I'm right!"

"Fart!" Matou's inkstone was dirty, and he yelled in anger.But the more this happened, the more everyone felt that what Ying Luo said was probably not running away.

"Old...cough...Old...cough!" Matou Zuiyan looked like he was about to cough out his lungs, his face turned purple, and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Just let you guys see, old man. true power!"

As the voice fell, surging magic power violently spurted out of him, disturbing the air and causing a strong hurricane.Everyone stood unsteadily for a while, and they couldn't even open their eyes. The knights quickly inserted their weapons on the ground, and finally fixed their bodies.

It's just a simple burst of anger, and it makes everyone feel ashamed, how can this be beaten.

The King of Conqueror lowered his body and said to Yingluo, "Didn't you say before that the Knights of the Round Table can definitely handle it?"

Yingluo rolled his eyes: "It's not because of you crow's mouth!"

King of Conqueror: "..."

What time is this, you two still have kung fu bickering!

The knights stared at the two of them angrily, and finally Gawain said: "My king, order it, I am willing to be the vanguard!"

Although I know that I can't beat it, I still have to fight, even if I die, this is the tactics of the knights!

Saber nodded, the outcome was not determined by his aura, he had to fight to know.The holy sword in her hand glowed faintly, and Avalon was at the forefront: "Knights, charge with me!"

"Yes!"

"Come on, cough, come on!" Matou Zuiyan was also ready to go, shouting, "Let me send you all to hell!"

Even more powerful magic burst out, and the knights felt like they were a small sampan, ups and downs in the monstrous waves.

This battle is unpredictable!

"Cough...cough...cough...cough..." Matou Zhanyan coughed violently, as if he really wanted to cough out his lungs. His eyes bulged out, his face was blushing, and there seemed to be a scar on his chest. The fire is burning.He coughed hard, coughed hard, if he could, he really wanted to cough out his lungs!

"Cough!" With the sound, blood splashed out, whether it was magic or the hurricane caused by magic, including the continuous coughing sound, stopped abruptly at the same time.

A blood-stained blade stabbed out of Matou Zhanyan's mouth, and the icy tip of the blade pointed high against the bright moon in the sky.

"Fuck, this old man didn't cough up his lungs, he coughed up a knife!"

If he was able to move, Yingluo would definitely give him applause without hesitation.

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Chapter 89 Shadow

Is there such an operation? !

This is probably the voice of everyone present.

Matou Zuoyan scratched his throat desperately with his hands, his face turning blue.The long sword slowly shrank in, and I don't know how his small body could accommodate such a length.

"Impossible...Impossible!" Matou Zuoyan screamed like crazy, making a hysterical voice: "Angola Mainu's will should have been destroyed... Who are you? Who are you?"

He staggered forward a few steps, the knights retreated in unison, and the current scene is no longer revealing the strangeness, which makes people involuntarily fear.

slap!Matou Zuo Yan fell to the ground, as if he was really an old man who was dying, and he didn't have the high spirits he had just now.He vomited blood, and the blood fell to the ground, immediately turning into thick black mud.

His eyes were bloodshot, full of unwillingness, and his skin was melting like wax: "It's you... it's you! The saint of Einzbern! You actually... deal with me with outsiders! Damn it, damn it! Aren't we partners? Isn't it the common wish of the three of us to achieve all this? You would rather give this power to an outsider than to me, why, why!"

Matou Zuoyan struggled desperately, and his hands cut out bloodstains on the ground, revealing the bones of his fingertips.But even that didn't slow down his "melting".Now he is like a piece of plasticine placed by the fire, a little bit of melting, can not even maintain the appearance, can only faintly see a thing like a hand stretching forward.

"Save me... please, please, help me... I still... don't want to die!"

One second is an immortal god, the next moment is like an old dog lingering, the only thing he can do is to let out a lowly scream.

The more one desires eternal life, the more fearful death is.

But without death, how can the preciousness of eternal life be reflected?

Death and life have the same weight, but artificially added emotion.

All the saints throughout the ages have broken the boundary between life and death.

Not that their power is great enough to reverse life and death, but that life and death make no difference to them.

puff!The Matou Dirty Inkstone exploded like a bubble, completely turning into a pool of black mud.

Obviously, he cannot be a saint.

Facing this strange scene, the knights swallowed subconsciously.As dead souls, their desire to live is even stronger, and the fate of Matou Zaiyan undoubtedly taught them a vivid lesson.

Guinevere took Saber's arm and said with emotion, "The realm of life and death is too early for humans."

Saber nodded, if you don't have a firm heart, you can't control your own desires.

Conquer Wang Lujue said regretfully: "There is nothing wrong with pursuing immortality, and killing the same kind for this is nothing. We guys have no less lives than him. But his biggest mistake is to use immortality as an excuse to cover up. Your own evil deeds. To do evil is to do evil, to do good is to do good. Evil will not become good because of your great purpose, nor will good become evil because of your lewd purpose. Recognize yourself, such a mind cannot carry eternal life at all!"

"Really villains and hypocrites?" Yingluo blinked: "It's too complicated."

According to her idea, it's fine to rely on her own preferences.

"The most complicated thing in the world is the human heart!" Saber said helplessly, causing the knights to be embarrassed for a while. Among them, Tristan even knelt on the ground and lowered his head: "Sorry, my king! I didn't feel sorry for me before. I am ashamed of speaking through the brain." The phrase "King Arthur doesn't understand human hearts" was the first thing he said.

Saber didn't get angry, but smiled and said: "Mr. Tristan, you are right. I used to give up my gender, gave up my feelings, and blindly pursued fairness, which is indeed not a human being. But now I I have come to understand that the sword cannot create happiness, only beauty can create beauty." She held Guinevere with one hand and reached out to the knights with the other: "You guys, would you like to believe me again?"

Some of the knights were excited, some were ashamed, and they all responded: "Of course, you will always be our greatest king!"

"Thank you!" Saber said sincerely, and then the golden holy sword pointed at the pool of black mud: "Maybe it is the ladder to the road to eternal life, but it is too early for humans. Please help me, knights. Send it back to where it should be!"

"Yes!"

The knights raised their swords and glanced at each other, and then colorful beams of light shot up into the sky.

Time to end it all!

Saber opened his eyes and snorted softly, "Come in..."

But just as she said a word, a powerful magic power erupted from the pool of black mud, and a figure rushed out along the hurricane, as if it was a giant dragon coming from the wind, and slammed into the nearest Gawain.

The snow-white sword light lit up, and Gawain let out a muffled groan. He didn't even see how the opponent shot. There was a huge wound on his chest, and the bright silver armor was divided into two, revealing the inside. The tragic state of the skin and flesh.

"what?"

"careful!"

Although the knights were surprised, they were veterans who had been battle-hardened, and of course they would not wait to die. They quickly counterattacked, slashing the shadow with several large swords.

But the big sword hit the ground, splashing rubble.The dark shadow flashed through the sword, light and sword shadow as if it were air, without stopping at all. While evading the attack, he waved his arms, and the snow-white sword light lit up again, and then there was blood!

In a face-to-face, the knights who just launched the attack all hung up and stumbled to the ground.

The shadow didn't stop, and smashed the ground with every step, so as to obtain a powerful force, the speed not only did not decrease, but became faster and faster, and rushed out of the knight's encirclement in an instant, then circled an arc, One shot over.

"Be careful, the enemy's speed is fast!"

"Don't stare at the enemy, pay attention to that sword!"

"Damn, stop me!"

But the efforts of the knights were still in vain, and the only effect was to add a few more scars to the dilapidated ground.Instead, the shadow caught the gap when they attacked, and with a few more swords, overturned the enemy.

This time and again, in just ten seconds, the Knights of the Round Table had already won half of the prize. Although the injuries were not fatal, the opponents attacked the joints and ligaments, which greatly limited their combat effectiveness.

"Damn!"

Seeing the shadow rushing out from the crowd again, several knights became angry and chased after them angrily.