the next day.

The villa of the Yugdomirenia tribe was spent in unknown silence throughout this day.

This silence makes the air around the villa appear a bit heavy. If ordinary people step into it, they will feel difficult to breathe and sweat in an instant.

Since Fangli had already boasted about Haikou and claimed that there was a way to climb the sky garden directly so that the black camp would not need to worry about it, Yugdomirenia could do very little.

After finishing these few things, everyone is directly in a state of doing nothing.

This state is really painful.

I knew something was about to happen, but I could not do anything. I could only stay in the villa and wait quietly for the night to come. I would never be able to understand that feeling.

Of course, everyone in the Yugdomirenia clan also understood that once night came and the last battle of the Holy Grail War began, they could not do anything and could only wait here.

Being able to stay away from the most dangerous battlefield is not a blessing.

After all, magicians are a group of creatures that have long abandoned their own life and death, and they don’t care the most about life and death.

If you can see the scenes of many servants fighting each other in the Holy Grail War, there will definitely be more magicians who will be desperate for this.

So, between the unwillingness and the humiliation of being excluded and the humiliation of being unable to do anything, the magicians of the Yugdomirenia clan spent the day.

Only those artificial people were still patrolling day after day, but they began to change shifts, working in batches and adjusting their bodies, and passing in an orderly manner.

It is worth mentioning that the golems that have lost their ability to move created by Avesbron were also recycled, and have now been adjusted by the magicians of the Yugdomirenia clan and have been devoted to various homework.

Each of these golems created by the founders of Kabbalah is a unique fine product. It will definitely be sold at a high price at the auction of the Magic Society. Now, with the passing of Avisbron, it has become the spoils of the Yugdomirenia clan.

However, Avesbron's golem was originally made by the Yugdomirenia clan, materials and venues, so recycling is natural?

No matter this, even if it is tormented, time will pass quietly.

Not long after, night finally came.

In the room, Fang Li woke up from his sleep and slowly opened his eyes.

The scene in front of me is no longer covered by the wonderful mountains as before, but the clear ceiling, and the soft thighs are no longer laid on the comfortable pillows.

So Fang Li turned his head and looked beside him.

“…………”

I saw that on the floor of the room, the head of Genji, who was full of maternal nature, closed his eyes and rested in an orthodox kneeling posture.

On the left is the Taidao placed in the sheath.

There are bows and arrows on the right.

He folded his hands in front of him.

The back is straight.

That was the pure martial arts posture.

Yuan Laiguang closed his eyes and rested in this way, and he did not have spiritual transformation, nor did he show clingy intimacy in the other party.

However, Fang Li can feel it.

A hidden but powerful aura slowly accumulates in Yuan Lai Guang's body.

Seeing this, I believe that no one can understand.

Yuan Lai Guang has adjusted his condition to the best level.

You can go to war anytime.

Fang Li smiled suddenly, sat up and closed his eyes.

“Buzz…”

A faint starlight flashed from its body, like a meteor passing through the air in the deep moonlit night, turning.

Sometimes slow.

Sometimes it is urgent.

Sometimes sharp.

Sometimes soft.

Cooperating with the undulating but natural breathing in Fangli, the power of the star power wanders back and forth around Fangli.

"Dongdong..."

As a result, even the power of the True Ancestor in Fangli's body began to become active, as if he had a little interest in the subsequent carnival, which made Fangli's heart beat slightly faster.

I don’t know how long it took before the starlight dimmed and converged back to Fang Li’s body.

Fang Li opened his eyes again.

Opposite, Yuan Lai Guang opened his eyes as if he was feeling something in his heart.

The next moment, the two looked at each other in a very tacit understanding.

No words.

No extra emotions.

Even if Fang Li and Yuan Lai Guang knew that after this battle, the Holy Grail War would end, and one of them would continue on the journey and the other would return to the throne of the Heroes and separate, and there would be nothing to say.

Because no matter how many words you say, you don’t need to appear at this moment, and your mood can already understand each other.

So, there is no need for words for both of them.

Therefore, the two do not need to feel sad about this separation.

Even Fang Li didn't know what would happen next.

But no matter what, there is only one thing that can be determined.

That's...

"Let's go, you must win."

"yes."

Fang Li and Yuan Lai Guang only had such a level of dialogue.

Immediately, I walked out of the room one by one and one behind and walked towards the villa gate.

...

In the deep moonlit night, silence still permeates around.

Outside the villa's gate, the rest of the idle people have retreated completely, and the rest are only a few pairs of combinations.

Fiore and Chiron.

Zieg and Astorford.

Even Coles is here.

In addition, Joan of Arc, a total of six people, were waiting here quietly.

Under the moonlight, the saint holds the holy flag in his hand and stands in the wind, allowing the flag to flutter in the wind, and his robe is also clamoring, giving him an indescribable sense of sacredness and greatness.

It was not until some point that Joan of Arc opened his eyes.

"Here you come."

Joan of Arc's words made everyone present look at the direction of the villa gate.

"Click..."

With the sound of the door opening clearly, the door of the villa was pushed open, causing a pair of masters and servants to walk out slowly.

"oh?"

When Fang Li saw the number of people gathered in front of the door, he immediately turned his attention to Caules.

"Are you going together?"

On the battlefield where servants fight each other, the death rate of just magicians is as high as more than 99%.

But Zieg and Fiore still have to go, that's not surprising.

On the one hand, both of them must witness the end of the war as the Lord.

On the other hand, although there is a contractual causal line between the master and the servant, the farther the distance, the level of magic power supply will be reduced accordingly, so this trip is also imperative.

But Kaurice is not the lord, but he still comes to this muddy water, which is a bit suspicious of death.

Kaurice naturally knew this.

"However, I have provided some magic power for Arher, and it is not unhelpful to follow him, let alone my duty is to assist my sister, who is the leader, and I can't watch her die." Kaurice said: "And, it would be a pity to not see the end of the Holy Grail War, which is no different from magic."

This is a magician-style speech.

"It doesn't matter to me, but don't blame me if I die."
Chapter completed!