Thousand Blades of Death

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Qi Li got up from her chair and stared at Alice Phil with her bottomless gloomy eyes.

"You mean, this is not limited to this one but this man's way of life?"

"Yes, cut heirs are too gentle. Even if you understand that you will lose each other someday, you still do not mean your love."

For Qi Li, these answers are enough. He has completely lost interest in the man in front of him.

"I understand."

He grabbed the woman's neck with strong fingertips, blocking the flow of blood.

Looking at the other's weak and painful expression, Qi Li said quietly.

"I finally understand. This is the heir to the palace."

Qi Li threw the comatose woman aside and stared blankly into the dark space.

Judging from the results, Qi Li got the question wrong from the beginning and was answered, but her expectations turned into disappointment.

Wei Gong cut heir is not looking for the truth in the senseless entanglement.

The man just attributed everything that is meaningful to nothingness.

He does not have no desire, but because of this whimsical desire, he will fall into the chain of nothingness. This vain, this waste, is stupid and can't be cured.

Qi Si may be able to see through Yan Feng Qi Li's empty heart, and may be afraid of that kind of emptiness and be vigilant. However, he absolutely could not think of the meaning of having this emptiness. The crazy desire held by Qi Li was completely beyond his comprehension.

The life of Wei Gong's cutting heirs can be summarized as repeating everything.

The joy and happiness that the man gave up. Even if it is just a fragment of it, in the eyes of Qili, it has the value worthy of being guarded by life, and even burial for it.

For a man who can't even find these small pieces of joy and happiness, and continues to be confused, the life condition of this man, Qi Si, exists in his envy and longing.

How can the tolerable hunger, the deficiencies that cannot be filled, be so degraded and fooled? How can he not be hated?

The gloomy emotions in my heart twisted Qi Li's smile.

He finally understood the meaning of war.

I have no interest in the Holy Grail. It doesn't matter if there is no idea of ​​fulfilling the desire in my heart. If you can personally smash the ideal of this man who blocked everything on the miracle, even if it is a holy grail worthless to himself, it also has the meaning to be captured.

The excitement of the approaching battle made Qi Li's hands tremble. The high-spirited fighting intention burned in his chest, as if he would pull out the black key now and pierce everything in front of him.

In the dark space exuding the smell of blood, Yan Feng Qili laughed loudly. The movement of the soul has never been interrupted in these years-

Webber woke up from a dreamless deep sleep.

What you see when you open your eyes is the same darkness as in sleep. The miscellaneous forest where I slept by myself during the day has now completely fallen into the dark darkness of the starlight.

The night came again. For those who command Servant, this is inevitable fighting time.

The murderous night breeze didn't make him feel uneasy at all, and let this uneasy and fearful atmosphere disappear, just beside him.

Rider, who has been materialized, has long been fully prepared for battle and is looking at Homer's poems.

For Weber, the hard cover that was heavy and depressing was small and light for the government king.

This giant man is focusing on the small world of words. The movement of scrolling through the books seemed to be full of excitement, and even the feeling of fingertips was especially cherished.

It seemed that he really liked the book, and Weber couldn't help laughing. If you suddenly ask Rider "Why was born in this world?", his answer may not be the ambition to conquer the world, but "cannot read Homer without fingers." This man is such a person. A hero who dreams of a distant place, wants to use wine and food, and regards the ambition to conquer the world as an ordinary desire to eat and sleep. This peculiar personality attracted many men and followed him for life.

In human history, there has been such a man.

"Huh? Boy, are you awake?"

Rider’s interest in the Achilles adventure, which he had read many times, remained undiminished. He smiled like a naughty child and looked at Weber. No matter who belongs to him, he will show such a smile. Whether it is to the heroes who lived and died together, or to the useless contractor like Weber.

"Don’t I say wake me up at night? What the **** are you doing?"

"Ah, I'm sorry. I was obsessed with it unconsciously. However, it was too late until late at night. I don't think I need to be so anxious tonight, just settle down and treat it."

"why?"

The question again made the giant open his mouth and fall into thought.

"Well, in short, although there is no basis, but I have a hunch that I can win the game tonight."

He said casually.

Weber nodded softly without asking why. Although he couldn't tell, the air passing over his skin made him feel that the Holy Grail war had entered a climax.

The hard thing to say is that the night air is too calm.

As far as Weber knew, the only competitors excluded were Assassin, who was crushed by Rider, and Caster, who was defeated in Weiyuanchuan. Of course, where he couldn't see it, the fighting continued and continued.

What he felt day after night, the abnormal breath in this town is changing, from chaos to a heavy sense of urgency.

This is one of the reasons why Saber, who fought himself last night, made him more impressed than he was anxious. There seems to be an emergency in the Einzbelen camp.

So Weber raised no objections to Rider's intuition. Because he is a galloping king on the battlefields and giving strategic instructions, his sixth sense is much more reliable than that of Weber, who still lacks experience.

After all, Rod Elumeiroy will make him still alive about the once hated enemy, and now makes him feel some sentiment.

It was unimaginable hard work to go to the battlefield with Ying Ling, and Weber had already experienced it for himself. Even if it is a genius with a reputation for magic, the Holy Grail war cannot be speculated by the magician's common sense. When he thought that he had experienced the same arduous practice, he felt a bit of sympathy in his heart while feeling happy. Of the six Masters, only Kenneth has a relationship with Weber, whether the relationship is good or bad.

When he meets his opponent who is about to die, he can produce such emotions, and Weber once again feels the change of his state of mind. ,, ..

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