"Hate, I hate myself too..." Dismusk murmured himself with his head down, then looked up at Saber who turned into starlight. An era has passed and he will never return to that wonderful life.

Black robe, long boots, and the medal of honor that the king personally hung on his chest; his vicissitudes of face and deep eyes became blurred with the moment he put on the hat, past life and present life... The great magician, the guardian of the kingdom, the guide of King Arthur; the guardian of the earth, the guardian of the twelve palaces, and the Saint Seiya under Athena.

The two names Merlin and Dismusk are closely linked together. The magical robe and black hat of the past are gradually replaced by the golden holy cloak. The past belongs to history, and the future belongs to modernity.

When the man raised his head again and looked at the world, the golden holy light flashed in his eyes. In this life, his name is Dismusk, the Cancer Golden Saint Seiya.

The night was cold wind, the moonlight was deep, and the cracked Holy Grail under the silver light spewed out the source of sin, sprinkled towards the church, sprinkled around, sprinkled towards this city containing sin. Dismusk turned around and saw his little maid, the vampire Emilia, carrying his cheap son Kiritsugut Emiya, and following the "Vampire Guard", Lei, Alice and others slowly walked over.

He raised his hand, and the flames of blue and white intersecting gradually ignited in his palm. This color is the color of the accumulation of corpse energy to the extreme, and is a sign of the burning of ghosts and flames. The man's eyes are focused on the flames in his hand, and the glory on the flames is reflected on the man's cheeks. His whole face is blue and white, gloomy and terrifying.

"I hate it, hate it!" A hoarse roar broke out in the low-pressure atmosphere. He looked up and asked.

The quiet moonlight ejected from the broken church with Optimus Prime's roaring flames, like a flame dragon hovering above Cangxiong, burning the sky.

"Ha!" Dismusk dropped the fire dragon in his hand to the ground with a hatred, and the huge fireworks were laid on the polluted mud flowing along the mud flowing into the distance.

"No, Dismusk master! In doing so, the whole city will burn under the flames, whether it is the body or the soul!" Sarna jumped a few times to avoid the spreading flames and said hurriedly.

"Anyway, they all have to die. Wouldn't it be better to pay tribute to my love together?" Dismusk turned his head slowly, and Youhan's eyes were covered with blood, and he looked at Sarna faintly.

Saber of the past abandoned him, and now Alice Phil left him.

The man's bloody eyes made her heart feel a little scared, and a cold air penetrated her whole body. Sarna couldn't help but take a step back, and her black high heels gently tapped on the flames. The chill from the soles of her feet made her shudder.

That's Gui Cangyan. The fire that uses the soul as nourishment can burn all the flames.

"Ah~" Sarna yelled, and she rushed up like a frightened wild cat, and she hung up and down on the wall. She gasped in fear. Looking at both sides, Emilia had already been lying on the wall, with skillful movements and natural postures, as if she had practiced in private many times.

Looking at Dismusk so crazy, Sarna bit her lower lip until her pink lips were filled with a hint of redness. She seemed to be determined and said, "Dismusk, the great godfather of the black party, the pointer in the night, the owner of Louis Vineyard, the guardian of Sicily, the Italian philanthropist, the patron saint of the earth, the golden saint of Athena!"

The female voice was strong and powerful, and her voice was stuttering. The woman faced the man's gaze, suppressing the fear in her heart, trying to keep her tone smooth and not trembled by the other party's momentum. She swallowed and continued, "We are saints who are both "benevolent", "intellectual" and "courage". We fight for love and justice, not killing innocent butchers indiscriminately."

"Mr. Dismusk, stop... forgive those innocent people."

"Forgiveness..." Dismusk smiled disdainfully, "This is not the world of the "Lord", and I am not a believer of Christ. Without original sin, how can I forgive?"

"The fall of the city is spent every night in blood, and this sin should not be created by you." Sarna tried her best to persuade.

"The sludge of the Holy Grail will devour all the creatures in the city, and the blue and white fireworks will burn out the sin. You have grown up, Sarna! The reality is cruel, wake up!" Dismusk's voice was as cold as cold water. After saying that, he waved to Emilia and pointed to Kiritsugu Emiya, who knew nothing about life and death in the vampire's hands.

Emilia understood, and a bullet came to Dismusk, and she told her master everything that happened in the backyard in detail.

"My son betrayed me?" Dismusk couldn't believe that his children would betray him under his careful education. Although they were not biological, the energy injected from Emiya was not enough to be cultivated with his biological son. He actually cultivated such a thing that deceived his master and destroyed his ancestors.

It was a really unfortunate day for the beloved wife to leave, the betrayal of the children, and the subordinates to rebel.

Dismusk's face kept twitching, as if trying to suppress the emotions in his heart. Alice Phil's farewell flashed in his mind, Kiritsugu Emiya's cold face, and the "sarcasm" in the persuasion of Sarna. Suddenly, he grabbed Kiritsugu Emiya, which scared Emiya to kneel down to the ground. He lowered his eyes and looked at Amelia who was trembling but loyal to him, with remaining reason beating in his crazy eyes. The coldness from Emiya's body in his palm was still with a trace of vitality, and she was still alive.

A sudden burst of blue-white airflow floated around, surrounding the men and the dilapidated church.

"Cancel Qi? Dark World Wave"

"Mr. Dismusk!" Looking at the generous back many years ago, Sharna Nannan shouted, and her tall figure was stunned.

A hurriedly smiled in Sarna's blurred eyes, and she hurriedly said, "There is a vampire in Fox Town. She can predict the future and may be helpful to you!"

"You go, go to America and wait for me..." A tired voice echoed under the disappearing figure.

The darkness of the sky and the sun is dark, the endless stream of souls, the bottomless abyss... bursts of flames are purifying the desolate soul. This is... the Yellow Spring Biliangpo!

On the edge of the cliff, there was a gust of wind, and a golden light flashed in the dark-toned world, as dazzling and brilliant as the sun in this world, but this "sun" could not even give light only a foot of the place. The undead moved with certain rules, and the tone was even more eternal. This was a world blessed by the Holy One, and it was of course the kingdom of the undead, following the trajectory of the underworld.

Dismusk was wearing a golden holy garment and stood unscrupulously on Biliang slope, as if this was not the old nest of the Nether Warrior, but his own back garden. As the only human being able to live in the realm of life and death in the long history of human existence, Dismusk also has his own pride.

At this moment, this proud man brought his child to this world - a world that does not belong to living beings.

Kiritsugu Emiya seemed to have a dream. The sky was blue and the white clouds were floating. His parents took him to the scene of the "96 King of Fighters Competition". As a family with a history of magic inheritance, it is necessary to understand the changes of the times and the progress of fighting. That day he was happy. He lay in his mother's arms, hugged his father's arms and enjoyed the joy of childhood. Even when he was learning magic, facing his godmother Natalia, for some reason, the scene was not as severe as before.

This thought seems to be eternal.

Is this the rest of the soul after death... Uemu thought so.

Then, a huge force came from the back of the head, and then it seemed as if the heaven and earth were rotating, and the picture was shaken; with a plop, the head hit the soil.

"I'm still alive" is Emiya's first impression.

"Who gives me a slap!" This was Emiya's second impression. The huge vibration forced Emiya to hurriedly open her hazy eyes.

A golden light came into his eyes, almost blinding his blood-colored eyes.

After adapting for a few seconds, he gradually opened his eyes and looked at the sacred shining with golden light under the dark world, Nan Nan said, "Father..."

"Godfather, I'm still alive!"

Dismusk has been staring at the person in front of him, and memories flashed in his mind. It took only ten years to go from a child at the age of eight to the leader of the young black party generation. This child grew up so quickly and could not be separated from his hard work and teachings. But at this moment, after experiencing Alice Phil's departure, the thousands of words were left with only one sentence, "Why do you betray me?"

The calm words are low and have no color, as if they are simply narrated.

Emiya looked at the godfather under the golden armor, the familiar but now so stranger. His eyes slowly became clear, his eyes flashed a little, and his mind flashed through his actions and finally turned into a belief, and he had no regrets in his heart. Then he raised his head and looked at the man in front of him, saying word by word, "For the peace of the world."

Hearing this answer, Dismusk was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help laughing wildly. He laughed a little crazy, he smiled a little helplessly, and he laughed a little sadly, so that a drop of warm liquid appeared at the corner of his eyes. He looked up at the sky and did not let tears fall. At that moment, he was strong, and at that moment, he was fragile again.

Dismusk never thought he would get such an answer, what a great belief and general concept of "world peace"! Life is like a autumn, all living things rise and fall. This is the law of nature.

If Teacher Shi Ang was here, maybe he would say, "There will be a world of martial arts where there are people."

Then the old boy on the cliff may tell you, "All things cannot begin."

Miro of the twelve palace would lick his red nails and said, "The world peace has nothing to do with me!"

...

Dismusk's murderous intent was now dispersed. He was tired. He never thought that Emiya was such a stupid and pure person.

Seeing his adoptive father laughing, Emiya was a little embarrassed. He was right. He held his head up and said, "For ten years, I have been taught by my father. For justice, I bombarded my godmother Natalia, led the enemy to kill Lord Amelia, and plundered his adoptive mother Alice Phil, but I just hope for peace in the world. This is the unswerving belief in this life!"

Emiya said a lot, but she hid the mysterious woman who instigated him to betray his godfather and pretended to be Natalia.

"Ha!" He cheated his adoptive father for "justice", killed his godmother for "justice", and killed his black party elder Amelia for "justice".

Dismusk stared at Emiya, then squatted down, looking at Emiya as if chatting about family matters, "I have a question, I want to ask you."

Emiya nodded silently.

"The first question is that there is a train, and the tracks that are moving forward are broken, and it can change the track, but it will crush five people on the other track. You are the one who performs the track changes. What choice will you make."

“Change track!”

"The second question is, after the track changes, the five people on the other track are Amelia, Wuya, Natalia and your personal parents. You can only save three people before the train arrives. What should you do?"

"I will give up on my parents because the other three can save more people."

Even when it comes to close relatives, he still chose the belief he sticks to.

"The third question is here, what if only one person can be saved."

With a little silence, Emiya's hoarse voice came, "I will choose Lord Emilia."

"Borrow evil on yourself and give good to the world. Oh, what a great man." Dismusk sighed softly. At this moment, there was no trace of murderous intent in his chest.

Dismusk stood up, and his problems were filled with sin even if they made choices or not. He stood by and watched others' deaths, and made choices, saving one side and abandoning the other side. This kind of problem was originally "sin".

After this question and answer, although Emiya was a little exhausted, she was a little relieved. At least she did not feel guilty about facing her adoptive father before. He finally held on to his beliefs from beginning to end.

"Then what is the meaning of your life?"

"Become a partner of justice!" Emiya said without thinking.

"Using blood as the basis, pursuing so-called justice hypocrisy, but forgetting the laws of nature, and survival of the fittest, you are... hypocritical."

"Even if this ideal is full of hypocrisy, I will be a partner of justice!"

Dismusk pulled the corner of his mouth, as if it was absurd or mocking. He turned around and flashed out the darkness behind him, covering the entire world behind him in front of Uemiri.

"This..." Facing the crowd of people with no end to see the snake, one by one jumped into the cliff one by one; Umiya was a little confused at first, then staggered and ran over without any effort.

Dismusk looked at Emiya's back and smiled silently.

Uemura ran to the edge of the cliff and saw a little girl holding Donald Duck unconsciously jumping down to the cliff. He stretched out his hand without hesitation, trying to save the life of a deceased spirit, but he did not know that the Kingdom of Death was her destination.

Suddenly, his hand was grabbed and stopped his whereabouts. The girl was peaceful and calm, and her calm eyes suddenly seemed crazy, wiggling her limbs, dancing her hands and feet, struggling with the constraints from the Uyama.

Emiya on the other side was helpless, with a hint of confusion flashing in her firm eyes, but her hands were tighter, but she couldn't resist the crazy person after all. The girl's large-scale movement finally drove Emiya and fell into the abyss together. At the critical moment, a hand suddenly stretched out from the edge of the cliff to grab Emiya who was a little panicked.

"I won't let go." Dismusk said gently.

Emiya's eyes were firm. He shook his head unwillingly, but he could not stop one fallen undead after another. After all, this is the entrance to the undead. Life is unwelcome here. He was seriously injured and his body was greatly damaged even if he was rescued by his adoptive father. In the end, under the exhaustion of physical strength, the girl fell into the abyss. In the thin cracks of his fingers, Emiya clearly saw that the girl's twisted face became peaceful and her crazy eyes became calm.

"Why?" After so many years, Kiritsugu Emiya muttered to himself again. The last time was when his parents both died in 1996 and they met their adoptive father.

At some point, blue and white lines flew around me, rotating one by one, not only the flying tones, but also the world. The gray tones gradually fell, and the space I faced also had colors. The moonlight was like water, and the night wind was cold. This is Dongmu City.

The rippled Dongmu City, the flaming Dongmu City, the curtain call of a city.

From the Kingdom of Death to the Hell on Earth, it was Emiya Kiritsugu's inner thoughts.

"The question I asked is the so-called "Holy Grail". Everything you see is the answer to the "Holy Grail". "Dismusk said lightly. Standing on this abandoned land, thinking that he had been betrayed, lost his wife, and questioned by his subordinates in just one day, and the trauma on his body also came from time to time. Is this the so-called physical and mental exhaustion?

The man looked up at the sky, and the Ushi beside him went through this series of experiences, from confessing his adoptive father to the experience of hell, and finally returning to the tragic world. The turbulence of faith finally made his body unable to hold on. He suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood, his body fell to the ground, and his right hand held his chest tightly. Even if the bleeding was stopped by his adoptive father, the sword did not stab the heart and it would hurt his lungs. He would not live long.

Dismusk sighed softly, and he stretched out his right hand and burst into white light, and then a gorgeous and quaint sword cover appeared in front of him.

The man gently touched the outlined pattern on the sword cover and shook his head gently, "You are like the king... living in the dream you knitted by yourself."

Dismusk bent down, integrated the sword snare into Emiya's body, then patted Su Xing's hazy child, and whispered, "From now on, I am not your father, and you are not my son. Experience the remaining years, the child... take care of himself."
Chapter completed!