I thought I could meet the bondage of the Tonsaka family in my heart, but I was not disappointed, but I had a little regret, but I also had unexpected surprises. Archer, a tyrannical rich man, and Assassin, who was agile and timid, the extension and change of all stories, whether it was an accidental encounter or a conspiracy covered in the darkness... Who would know?

At this moment, Dismusk had already run to the roof of another ancient building. According to the map, this should be the villa of the Matsuki family. Dismus looked at the map carefully and couldn't help but say to himself, "It seems that the Matsuki family is under my butt."

Put away the map and stand up. The sky in the distance was already a little white, and the sun was not willing to be lonely. It wanted to break through the darkness and spread the light to the world.

Dismusk stretched lazily, and the soles of his feet naturally twisted slightly. An invisible wave of air was turbulent from his feet, like a sledgehammer hitting the tiles under his feet.

With a loud "boom", the whole villa seemed to be trembling, bricks, tiles, and wooden chips, silver light leaked, and a black shadow fell from the sky, carrying starlight in the twilight.

On the gray corridor, a short figure, carrying a lantern with a dim surface, stood on the wooden board deep in the corridor. A faint light shone on the face of the thin figure, pale, wrinkles and gullies.

Stepping gently on the floor, Dismusk sniffed his nose unnaturally, and frowned with disgust, "What a strong smell of corpse, old man, have you been dead for hundreds of years?"

The short and thin old man held a crutch in his hand and held a lantern in his left hand. He stood there quietly, motionless. On a pale old face, the tips of his eyebrows trembled slightly, and a rare drop of sweat oozed out of his dry skin. It seemed to be an instinctive reaction caused by the panic stimulation of the cerebral cortex caused by the panic involved in the crisis in life, but the drop of sweat on his forehead turned green.

"Huh..." Dismusk wiped the sword in his hand, looked at the inadvertent change on the old man's face, and couldn't help but wonder.

"Did you miss it? They are old bugs that are only accumulated... Well, the countless hazy sea of ​​insects are wrapped in a broken soul... It's interesting!" Dismusk narrowed his eyes, and in the narrow gaps of his eyes, there was only an old man, a crutch, and a lantern emitting low light in the whole world.

With a "click", it was the sound of saber teeth falling to the ground, and then sparse footsteps sounded in the quiet corridor.

Step by step, one after another, mixed with the sound of metal rubbing against the floor, like the sound of chains wandering in the darkness of life-seeking.

The old man seemed to be stunned, his legs were as hard as lead to move. A pair of dead fish, cold and evil eyes stared at the "God of Death" walking and moving.

"Well...!" Dismusk, who was walking, suddenly stopped and frowned slightly. He held his sword in front of him and turned his eyes to look at the steps at the entrance of the building. A pair of red eyes in the darkness shone abnormally. Through the flashing red light, it was filled with all kinds of violence and blood-killing, crazy eyes, and crazy people.

As soon as he said that, the black shadow suddenly became irritable, as if he had received some signal, his red eyes became deeper, the handrail of the stairs broke in response to the sound, and a strange red light appeared on the surface of the long handrail, as if it was similar to the legendary refining, extremely tough.

The two loud "clang..." sounds were the strong friction between metals, and the roar was generated. The huge vibration from the sword made Dismusk almost unable to control himself. He quickly took two steps back to relieve the pressure of the thunder attack. However, the next moment, his pupils suddenly swelled, and the black shadow pounced in front of him again. The thick black mist brewed. In the haze, it could be seen clearly that it was an ancient warrior wearing a full set of armor. The bloodthirsty red light revealed crazy thoughts, and it must have an unforgettable existence.

Dismusk hurriedly subconsciously swung his sword to resist, and retreated in a tight pace, trying to stabilize the lost rhythm. After all, it was not so good to be chased and beaten like this.

But the other party seemed to have already seen the trajectory of his move, and could react in advance every time, and seize the initiative step by step. If it weren't for Dismusk's hand speed had already exceeded the limit of human beings. Not to mention the speed of light, even if he raised his hand, it would have exceeded the speed of sound many times. However, the black shadow was not an ordinary person, and he could force Dismusk to retreat step by step.

As the saying goes, it is better to act first, and then to suffer. It is nothing more than being in power and not giving up. Every step is to press forward and act in one go, like waves of waves and waves, slapping the opponent on the beach.

"Peng..." A muffled groan accompanied by the sound of the floor tearing and shattering, the two figures fought each other and smashed the floor and fell to the next layer.

"Huh...!" As the crackling sound gradually faded away, the old man on the floor seemed to slowly come to his senses and breathe a sigh of relief. The hand that did not hold the lantern trembled and wiped the cold sweat from the forehead.

"Do you feel that the distance between death suddenly became so close?" A hoarse voice suddenly sounded in the quiet corridor.

The old man turned around with his breath, his pair of dead fish-like eyes remained motionless. After a long time, a cold voice squeezed out from his white teeth, "Matsuki Yanye!"

"Grandfather, I won't let you be hurt." Yan Ye smiled with a reserved and harmless smile, with a little blood scattered on the corner of his mouth. Although he was smiling, it didn't bring much warmth. The creatures wandering in his skin made his cheeks extremely ferocious. The smile was clearly the chanting of the devil.

At this time, a loud "boom" sound came from the ground, followed by countless miserable sounds of insects, dripping blood and long hoarse sounds.

"My marking bug...!!!"

The old man's face suddenly turned pale as paper, with a trace of green trajectory passing through his cheeks, with sorrow and mourning, as if he had some resonance with some of the creatures downstairs.

Then, an inexplicable dark green liquid gradually emerged from the old man's face. With a "clang", the lantern with a faint light fell to the ground. The old man held the crutch in front of him tightly with both hands, and Zhang He from between his teeth squeezed out, "Servant's saber, I want his head to pay tribute to my child. If you succeed, Sakura will be free."

Obviously, the old man believed that Dismusk was a Servant and the strongest Seber in the Servant. Misunderstandings often arise from illusions and understanding.

Looking at the old man's embarrassing appearance, Yan Ye's mouth showed a sarcastic smile. He lowered his head and tried not to look at the other party, hiding his mockery in the deepest part.

"As you wish, Sakura should have been free."

The old man groaned. Although the battle downstairs continued, the old man was no longer willing to stay here for a while, and staggered into the darkness with his crutches, as if he was hidden in nothingness, which would give him a sense of spiritual security.

A series of traces of green liquid were left in the dark corridor. Matsuyan Ye looked at the eye-catching green blood marks on the floor, and remained motionless for a long time. A thought flashed in her white swollen pupils.

Suddenly, Yan Ye's face turned red and her facial skin was fluctuating. Then a mouthful of blood was spewed on the floor, and several active insects interpreted the tenacious vitality in the blood.

"Berserker! He actually left wildly...!" Yan Ye moved his figure with difficulty, laying on the damaged part of the floor, looking down.

After falling from the floor, it seemed like he was in a dark basement. The wriggling life under his feet made Dismusk feel deeply disgusted. The blue light flashed under his feet, rubbing out a blue-white flame. Berserker made a move to press the top of his head and rushed towards him. Diss swung his sword and fought hard on his face.

The huge impact force of "boom" caused the flames under your feet to flutter in all directions.

Diss, who stabilized his body, immediately turned the defense into an offensive, with silver light flashing and uncertain peaks. If he blindly defended, he would eventually lose his defense. Attack is the best ending point.

But the white and red intersected, and the figures were unstable, but the more Dis in the sword light fought, the more he became more and more frightened. It was not like a battle at all, as if one was feeding and one was following up, and Dismusk played the former.

The intersecting metals again and again, the harsh and crisp collision sounds were like a string of quiet echoing notes, which sounded back in the mind and shook in the heart. Under the rapid operation of silver and red lights, the light seemed to be getting stronger and stronger, and the picture was rippling, as if a brand new dawn had arrived.

The morning light is astringent but not lacking in vitality, warm and green.

On the green lawn, Dismusk was wearing an ancient black robe, holding a shy and young boy holding a sword hand, but the boy's face became so blurry that it was not clear, as if he was in a dream.

With the sunlight laid, the sword was swung freely, with every move, a stern look, and the waving of the guide of Diss, the boy studied seriously, and the same familiar feeling, a deep memory in his bones. No matter in this life and the next life, at the moment of wielding the sword, the track that the sword light walked through was still the familiar track in the past.

Just facing the light and shadow cast by the sun, a thin figure gradually appeared in the early morning scene.

"Hmm!? Saber!" Dismusk said uncertainly under the sword dance.

But the next moment, for some reason, the young man who was practicing swords around him suddenly started to madly, his blurred face gradually became clear, his green bearded eyebrows became ferocious, and Dismusk, who was stunned, rushed into the sea of ​​consciousness with a sudden name in his chaotic mind.

"Lancelot..." a familiar and unfamiliar name.

The picture changes, and the grassland under the vibrant morning sun turns into a dark, dead and wet basement.

The crazy Barserker was stunned by the sudden death of Dismusk's brain. The red light flashed, and the thick stair handrail bombed away like a windmill.

Dismusk, who was distracted for a moment, was just a subconscious reaction to the body's muscle memory, and his sword moved horizontally to guard.

A crisp "crack" sound followed by a loud "boom". As the sound echoed for a long time, the sword with cold light fell from the air, split into two. Next to the basement, the infinite pit that blasted out of the human figure revealed the condensation of moonlight, and a voice full of resentment sounded faintly from the hollow of the human figure.
Chapter completed!