[Comprehensive] Playing off again

Gangji stopped.

He is standing in front of a window.

The transparent material is not glass, but something lighter and thinner, with good light transmission, reflecting the colorful paintings on the window vividly and brightly.

This is a record of a story, right?

According to the experience in the church... Tsuna walked among the neat seats, but found no books similar to the "Bible".

Iori did not show this in the inherent enchantment?Or is it that in the world he was born, people's devotion to gods is still in its infancy, or has it been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people?

Even though he knows that the other party's real name is Elan, Tsuna still prefers to call him Iori.

Not just name changes.

Even if someone else is here, they must think that the man who appeared after the disappearance of the Holy Grail has a lot to do with the boy who made the wish, but Tsunakichi, who has a super intuitive sense, can faintly feel...they are the same person.

But it is undoubtedly different.

This difference is like two stages in life, for example, the 14-year-old Bingsheng Middle School sophomore and the 24-year-old leader of the Pengelie family.

There are of course similarities.

Tsuna walked past the painted window, the sun spread halos all over his body, and his brown hair and eyes were soaked in it, which looked a bit golden.

The little stories one by one are slowly spliced ​​together.

Believers cannot describe the majesty of the gods.

In many stories, there is only one figure representing the "God of Darkness and Destruction", and even one figure has a huge amount of faith in it. It is conceivable how devoutly craftsmen sculpt the figure of the god, Although it cannot reflect its majesty in case.

Tsuna finally found the sermon book.

"..."

Obviously, he couldn't read it.

This is a completely different text, every word or word is like a flower blooming, giving people a beautiful feeling.A page of a book is like a painting.

There are only a few illustrations in the book, and Tsuna Jibi opened his eyes slightly wide as he looked at the painted paintings.

It seems that there are only two gods in the world where Yagami was born, and Yagami said that he was being hunted down by a certain god and had to leave his hometown and go into exile——

More importantly, although the believers of the Dark God did not pay so much attention when painting another god, in terms of color... that god has silver hair and silver eyes.

Gang Ji suddenly turned his head to look at the two people in the corridor, vigilant and shocked, but also a little dazed.

what happened?

As if aware of his gaze, the black-haired deity tilted his head slightly and gave him a comforting smile.

Undoubtedly a very gentle smile.

It is as kind as if it gave birth to all things, but it also has an indescribable aloofness. It is a kind of strong self-confidence gained after understanding oneself, as if saying: everything is under control.

"..."

Could it be that the person kneeling on the ground is also a god?

Do you plead guilty for chasing and killing your own people?It's not like... Gangji shook his head and stopped thinking about it.He always felt that this would be a very tortuous story.

There are actually some twists and turns.

If one had to find a culprit for the demise of "Elan", of course it was Phil, and it could only be Phil.

Although there is also the reason that "Elan" is unwilling to face the world full of known things, but if Phil hadn't erased the possibility of the appearance of the third god, Chaos would not have left this priesthood on "Elan". Lan".

Just like when a tree grows, there will be new branches. In the process of gradual self-improvement, the world needs new gods to carry something to fulfill the new priesthood.

If there is no new god, this burden falls on the body of the original god.

As the darkness of the original birth, "Elam" has no choice.

The so-called priesthood cannot be given up and handed over.And the lack of cognition of the special priesthood of "wisdom" made him realize that something bad happened after he mastered it.

I never thought there would be a day when I could breathe again.

"Elan" didn't feel very excited, but was a little surprised.In today's state, in addition to "darkness" and "destruction", "wisdom" and "time" are also stationed in it. Even if you look at a grass, you can see the rise and fall of its short life.

I just want to die.

Fortunately, he is long gone.

The so-called Father God sitting in front of Phil is just a miracle, just like the Servant that appeared in the Holy Grail War, for the Master, it cannot stay for a long time, it is short-lived, like a bubble...

phantom.

As the dead, it would be better not to disturb the living.

Silently adding the shackles of time to the origin, to ensure that the next time it encounters a situation where time goes backwards, it will not be pulled out. "Elan" looked relaxed, and did not consider Phil's feelings at all.

Gilgamesh, who has returned to the Throne of Heroes, looks good.

If there is affection for all things, is it not the embodiment of ruthlessness?There is a saying in the country across the sea, which is called "the world is not benevolent, and everything is a humble dog".

Something similar here.

Fingers shuttled slowly between the silver hair, pressing the scalp. This was a common movement of "Elan" when Phil was a little one. Since then, Phil likes to lie on his knees up.

The sun is soft.

The atmosphere became warmer. When "Elan" gently pushed Phil away, the silver-haired god raised his head like a frightened deer, "Are you leaving?"

The gaze tells the wordless nostalgia, like a pool of water moving.

This is appearance.

In the depths of the silver eyes, there is a more gloomy color, and the light is only the origin of Phil, not his character. —Who said that light must be upright and noble?

As he raised his head, the unruly hair on his forehead curled up.

Or should it be called dumb?

"Elan" fiddled with interest, trying to make this silver hair stick to the scalp with others of the same kind, but it was useless. When the suppressing power disappeared, the tenacious little guy cocked up again. His head fluttered in the wind.

"You set us apart?"

The voice of the original dark God was indifferent, but his expression was very serious, "I said before, he is my new life, my continuation, and the future I look forward to."

"He is also 'me'."

The dark-haired deity stood up.

"Your body is about to come here." His tone was soft and tolerant, as if addressing an ignorant but lovable child, "Then, let's continue role-playing."

Isn't it role-playing?

Elan didn't dismantle the system, no doubt it was too playful.

The original dark god stepped into the temple and came before Tsuna.Behind him, the silver-haired god stood for a long time, his eyes flashed with light, and finally fell silent.

The silver figure disappeared.

In the same place, a small group of lights appeared, seemingly fragile but with the power of law, slowly drifting against the wind, towards the black-haired companion.

Some things are unspoken.

But what is the dull pain in the chest?

shrine.Under the colored windows.

Gangji suspects that he heard wrong.

He looked at the three candies in his hand in puzzlement, as if he hadn't reacted yet.

The candy in the palm of the hand was wrapped in a delicate candy wrapper, sparkling and rippling in the sunlight, and even said "toffee" on it, but what was wrapped inside was the first trick that made countless magicians shudder.

"Elam" waited considerately for him to digest the information he had received.

After a long time, Tsunayoshi recovered from his stupor and repeated: "You mean, this red one is for Sakura, and the other two orange ones are for me?"

Oh, it really looks like a rabbit.

Without restraint at all, "Elan" raised his hand and rubbed Tsunaki's hair, seeing how frightened the other party wanted to hide but didn't dodge, he was in a good mood.

"To be precise, it is for Matou Zouken. The accuracy of the time is 200 years. At that time, the Holy Grail had just appeared, and he was Maqili Zorgen."

This is a man who lost himself in the cycle of time.

200 years ago, the brilliance of Maqili may not be less dazzling than that of Gangji.

"I" really has a good eye—the soul of the person I like is still so beautiful after the baptism of time.

After all it is the same person.

Like Elan, he also admired Gangji in his previous life, especially the other party's limp rabbit temperament, I really feel pity for him.It's a pity that although this is a domesticated rabbit, it is not his own.

"The remaining two are for you." Unaware of shocking the world, the original god said indifferently, as if what he gave was just a 100-yen lollipop that can be seen everywhere on the street, "One is the lollipop that went back in time. Go to the past, one is time to accelerate towards death, it's up to you to choose."

"..."

Gangji's heart trembled violently.

He stood there in a daze, all the calmness and wisdom brought by these years of experience disappeared. Countless thoughts rushed into his mind like erupting volcanic magma. Can not be seen.

It was pitch black.

It wasn't until the bright moonlight shone softly around his body that Tsuna realized that the inherent barrier had disappeared unconsciously. He was standing on the roof of Einzbern Castle at this time.

It was getting late.The moon has just emerged from the thick clouds.

— No wonder it was pitch black just now.

Yagami's figure has disappeared. With the connection between Master and Servant, he can feel that the other party is still in Fuyuki City, but there is no way to find the specific location.

Gang Ji's eyes flicked across the messy forest, he opened his mouth a few times but didn't know what to say, finally he clenched his hands tightly and left this place slowly.

That person just now... is more like the parent of Yagami than Yagami.

He thought wildly in his heart: So should he call him uncle?

what the hell.

Tsuna shook his head, trying to regain his sanity, but his thoughts were confused by the sudden candy.Iori must have seen it, saw his nostalgia and reluctance, and only then gave such two options.

If you are tired of life, go to death; if you are still nostalgic, do it all over again.

How simple it sounds.

Tsunayoshi couldn't help smiling wryly when he thought of the Saber who wished to turn back time and save his country, and was ridiculed by Archer and Rider.

Things are never fair.

King Arthur blocked everything he wanted, and Yagami easily handed it over to him, as if it was just a trivial matter.

Tsuna walked out of the forest and took a deep breath.

It's time to go to Matou's house.