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My name is Ilya,

There is an evil of indigestion in this world.

15:18:44

"Inherent enchantment · A land of flames that only allows the fire element to pass through!"

"Don't worry, Qi Li, things that are not flames cannot ... ah!"

Yanfeng Qili gradually recovered her consciousness, her ears still seemed to echo the confident words of Tosaka Tosaka and the stunned exclamation afterwards.

When the black object like a mudslide fell from the sky and submerged the Liudong Temple, the young soldiers and Qili were not directly hit, but they had reached the position of the courtyard wall too late to escape, so the master of the Yuansaka master of gem magic was thrown out Several rubies have created a dark red enchantment that can barely resist it.

However, just after the Jewel Knight proudly stated the nature of the enchantment, those things that were originally like black mud instantly turned into black flames, which directly poured into the entire enchantment.

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As the surrogate of the Eighth Secret Society of Burial Organs, Yanfeng Qili's enemies are not only magicians, pagans, various demons and dead, but sometimes even other surrogates who were once colleagues.

At this time, he faced a woman who was mortalized. This is a stone room with only one exit. As long as she shot herself, she could not escape with her poor ability of mortalization.

"You ... love me ..." she made a sound.

With a twisted posture and voice that is about to die, so saying.

Qi Li couldn't help but sigh.

"Is going to let her go?" Lin Hao pushed her wheelchair to the door of the stone room: "Are you sure she said this sentence?"

"Don't talk, illusion" Qili has neither the intention to make a move nor the intention to make way, but just stands there and silently looks at the woman who is changing from a human to a half-human and half-bird deformed form.

Although there are also dead people in the burial organization, they are strong enough to not be affected by instincts. The new apostle in front of him obviously stole her last obsession before she died. Just cheating.

"Deathing is just a disease," Lin Hao continued to say in the background: "You imagined me, didn't you think about this possibility in your heart?"

bass! Zheng! The surrogate easily subdued the family members of the sixteenth dead in front of it, and it could not make any attack.

"Transfer her death," said Qi Li.

"Oh, that's right." Lin Hao drove the wheelchair into the stone room and reached out to touch the twisted dead man. At the next moment, the two forms were completely interchanged.

"Well ..." The girl in the wheelchair whispered, then raised her "arm" and looked at the paws and feathers on it: "The next step is to try to cure the dead, or before I die. Transfer more pain and misfortune, see your own. "

"The illusion will say a few words." Qi Li stared at her wife who had returned to her original state, and said coldly to Lin Hao behind him.

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The enemies of the Templar Church, in addition to the executives of the Magician Association, are very happy to convert the agents through various methods, and let the agents kill each other. It is a very good entertainment for them or them.

In the illusion, time is meaningless. Yanfeng Qili took "Lin Hao" to re-execute all the tasks in his memory. During the period, she transferred 37 deaths and 12 werewolves. Nine brainwashes and countless attacks of poisons and plagues, she looked like she was going to die every time, but in the end she never died once, making Qili look at her from time to time with strange eyes.

At this time, the scene in the illusion had reached the scene when Tosaka Tosaka asked Yan Feng Qili to assist in the Holy Grail War. Compared with the original Yan Yanli's agreement, he had no objections. At this time, he had to ask his wife and daughter for their opinions.

"Qili, do you have any desire to participate in that holy grail war?" The wife, who looked like the last moment of her life, asked him with his little daughter who could not see her face completely.

"Ha, don't look at me, this is your memory," Lin Hao, who can't see anyone, is grinding the metal wolf claws that popped up from the back of his hand in the corner of the room: "If you set off for Dongmu, this illusion is over. . "

"That black mud is definitely not a good thing," Qi Li looked directly at Lin Hao. "It's impossible to deliberately let me go through it again just to test your transfer ability, and you are not an illusion. At least, the real Lin Hao. There is absolutely no way to transfer so many fatal injuries and survive. "

The surrounding illusions gradually receded, leaving only Qi Li and "Lin Hao" in the wheelchair in a dark world.

"Of course, to let you discover your desire." "Lin Hao" refers to Qi Li's back of the hand, where it is not full of arms, but only the three spells he originally obtained: "Transfer pain and misfortune to yourself at any time. Where you see it, and it will not be cured, tell me what your interest, or desire, is. "

"I hope to be able to perceive all the pain and misfortune in the world--"

A huge pair of pure white wings suddenly spread behind Qi Li, and the consequences of various transfers on Lin Hao's wheelchair disappeared instantly.

"And heal them."

"You--" "Lin Hao" widened his eyes.

"I am an angel." Yan Feng Qili said.

15:16:22

The "black mud" in the holy grail rolled up a vortex,

"It" is neither black nor mud, it is just the form of the magic power infested by "all the evil in the world" in order to make people "see".

Those blacks contain all the derogatory meanings and negative descriptions of human beings, which are unpleasant words just to hear.

——Kill kill kill kill kill death death kill kill kill kill kill kill sin sin sin sin sin sin sin hate hate hate hate hate hate hate pain pain pain pain misfortune misfortune misfortune misfortune unfortunate death death death death death death destruction destruction destruction destruction Devastation death death death death death kill kill kill kill kill kill jealousy jealous jealousy jealous jealous jealous jealous angry angry angry angry angry angry betrayal betrayal betrayal betrayal betrayal

Anyone caught in this vortex can only fall into collapse in endless despair and become part of it.

Although the conditions for the advent of "it" have not been met, since it has been transferred to the surface, "it" does not mind bringing some desserts before the dinner-such as the tiny existence of these dare to fight directly above it.

After engulfing them unhindered, the evil of this world continues to turn.

——Kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill death death death death gold shining do you know where this is death death death who knows such a boring thing this king is not interested in destruction destruction destruction destruction destruction Although it has no effect but it is very noisy and angry and angry Anger, anger, death, death, death, killing, killing, are you not conquering the king?

——Death, death, death is not something you do n’t want, but someone is dying faster than my hand, death, death is not allowed to grab the king ’s part Point death death death is ridiculous. Can you use the treasure now death death death you think that this king cannot do death death

The vortex of resentment and curse contains incompatible "what", they can not be assimilated by negative emotions, and even can talk to each other, which is absolutely impossible for the overall concept of "all evil in the world".

——Death, death, nothing is impossible, death, death, death, death, death, can you get rid of these noises, death, death, dare to instruct this king, do you want to die?

What is Conqueror King?

Something hindered the rotation of "it", "it" asked in surprise.

——Death Death [I come, I see, I conquer, this is the king of conquest! 】 Death

——Death [Oh, you actually copied the words of a red fat man three hundred years later. 】death

——Death 【Huh? This king is a long time, as long as I say first, it is him who plagiarized. 】 Death

who are you?

Questions raised, "it" found that it was wrong, as a collection of "all the evil in the world", "it" can ask questions about "what" in its own body, but can not regard that "what" as an object of communication, When the second person is used, it means that "they" are no longer part of themselves.

—— 歹 【Heaven and earth, the only heroes who are qualified to be kings are the king, and the others are nothing more than hybrids. 】dagger

puff! puff!

At the top of the holy grail, there was a lot of black mud spinning, and the wide "cup mouth" like a small lake suddenly boiled, spraying the two figures upward.

It was the conquered king Iskandar in armor, with red hair and red beard, panther head and eyes, and the heroic king Gilgamesh who did not wear any clothes for some reason.

"Dare you really absorb its magic to reshape your body?" Iskandar looked at the "lake surface" where the water level had dropped inexplicably, and then looked at Gilgamesh: "Don't feel dirty?"

"Oh, conquer the king, you are jealous, it's really ugly." Gilgamesh shook his finger at him: "Is it because the king realized the desire to 'get the body' before you?"

"Huh, someone promised to reshape my physical body for me. The effect is definitely better than this, right Caster?" Rider waved towards Gilgamesh behind him.

"Hum, want to deceive the king and then sneak attack? Although it is not a keen entity now, but the breath of other followers is--"

"Serious!"

boom! Boom!

Caster, in a black sky dress, came silently, and lifted his feet to kick Gilgamesh undressed.

"Hello?" Iskandar didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Wait for me to fight this guy back to the Spirit Block and talk about your body," Caster waved to Rider: "Servant can't beat him, but the physical state is completely fine."

The girl in black was talking while jumping down.

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