Yu Xingyue Hunts the Evil Me

"The accident happened again."

The cold voice echoed in the empty church.

In the prayer hall, sitting on the bench in the last row was a rickety old man with a cane.

"This time it was Lancer who took the bait, and he was already about to devour him. But his master arrived. The masters participating in this Holy Grail War are all too immature and completely unqualified, but among these unqualified masters there are some truly powerful magicians."

"Worthy of being the trump card of the designated executive bureau of seals"

"Now, we are almost approaching the territory of the little girl from the Einzbern family, and we will probably come into contact with her soon."

Matou Zangyan spoke, telling what is happening and what has happened in the suburbs of the city now.

"Matou Ong, are you asking me what to do next?"

"But IMHO, shouldn't the choice and decision be yours as to what to do?"

Kotomine Kirei stood on the priest's high platform and had a conversation with Matou Zouken. His expression seemed to be smiling but not smiling in the candlelight. It was impossible to tell whether he was a devil or an angel.

"Besides, haven’t you already made your decision?"

After being stabbed by Kotomine Kirei's words, Matou Zangyan snorted coldly.

"Since they all met by chance, it was natural to take the girls and servants of the Einzbern family along with Lancer."

"After all, that thing is almost invincible against Servants."

Kotomine Kirei smiled and said:

"Speaking of which, Mr. Matou, it’s better not to come to church from today on."

"After all, I am the supervisor of this Holy Grail War. In the temple of the gods, it is not good to do such a violation of the rules."

Kotomine Kirei's words made Matou Zouken widen his eyes, and then he felt a little speechless. The other party's words had the meaning of deceiving others, but they were said so confidently, which was a bit too shameless.

Kotomine Kirei Li’s words continued:

"The most important thing is that the agreements and contracts we reached have now been completed. Naturally, there is no reason for the two parties to meet again."

"Indeed it is...."Matou Zangyan said:"However, there is something that puzzles me to this day. Father Kotomine, why did you take the initiative to come to us to discuss cooperation?"

"Want a third-party way to participate in the Holy Grail War?"

"Before the Emiya family boy has time to summon a servant, you clearly have this opportunity. There is absolutely no need for me to obtain a summoning method from an additional job to participate in this ritual in a highly dangerous way."

"Greedy people are certainly difficult to deal with, but those who are so greedy and unwilling to ask for any reward are the most unsettling."

"Kotomine Kirei, the only survivor of the last Holy Grail War, what do you want to get from this ceremony?..."

Faced with Matou Zouken's doubts, Kotomine Kirei turned around.

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up, but his tone remained calm and he said:

"There was a man named Abram who was favored by God and gave him the name Abraham. Abraham later had a son, named Isaac, whom he loved like the apple of his eye.

One day, Jehovah called Abraham and ordered him to offer his beloved son Isaac as a sacrifice to Jehovah. Abraham, who believed in God, was willing to endure this cruel destiny and took his children and sacrificial objects to Mount Moriah to perform sacrifices.

The father and son arrived on the mountain, and Abraham made all preparations. Just as he was about to put his son on the altar and kill him with a knife, the angel of God called to him from heaven. The angel said:"You must not lay a hand on this boy, and do not harm him at all." Now I know that you fear God, because you have not withheld from me your son, your only son"

"This is the story of Abraham sacrificing Isaac in Genesis..."

"Abraham, who withstood God's test, did not receive any reward from God, because faith itself is a reward."

"For me, this is the same. Doing such a thing is already a reward for me."..................

In the forest on the outskirts, although her tone was contemptuous, Illya's nerves were already tense to the extreme.

Traumatized Lancer...Illya would not take it seriously even if she was not injured.

Because, to her, Berserker is the strongest and will never be defeated.

However, Illya had a faint feeling about the thing that was spreading and approaching in the forest. This feeling came from Illya's essence.

That thing was similar to herself, but completely opposite. The opposite characteristics made Illya feel as if she had encountered her natural enemy.

Thousands of tentacles suddenly extended out of the darkness, using darkness as a medium to thrust out almost in an instant, pointing directly at Illya and Berserker beneath her.

This thing has a unique love for magic and an instinctive hunger.

The magic power possessed by Berserker is obviously much richer than that of Lancer, who has begun to decline.

As for Illya, that is another part of herself that is more pure and complete. As long as it is swallowed, it will also be of great benefit.

The woven silk threads turned into eagles and pounced towards the hundreds of thousands of black tentacles.

It's just that the creation woven by the magic thread was swallowed up the moment it came into contact with the thousands of tentacles.

"Absolute suppression of magic power?"

"Berserker, come on!"

Since the magic power will be restrained by the other party, it can be solved by purely physical means.

Leaving Berserker's shoulders, Berserker roared, strode out, and rushed toward the numerous tentacles without fear.

The heavy The giant sword was swung around him to form a fierce wind, like a rumbling grinder, smashing the broken tentacles into pieces and then melting into the night.

Confrontation, but this thing obviously does not have real physical properties.

As he charged, Berserker had already stepped towards the source of hundreds of tentacles.

In this darkness, even the dim moonlight had been swallowed up, leaving only pure light. , the ultimate black.

In the center of this black, a vague outline exists as a scarlet light body. It rotates and trembles, and the integrated air seems to tremble along with it

, and the physical nature of Berserker's path disappears. Disappeared, everything was soaked in black, including Berserker who was already close to it.

Berserker's body stagnated for an instant, and then countless black spikes protruded from its body, almost crushing it into pieces.