Clothes and brocade night travel [comprehensive]

"My wish..." The young man sighed hoarsely, two lines of blood and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, "You promised me, fulfill my humble wish..."

"I promised my stupid servant." Kyogokuhiko's eyes were sharp and clear, "It's not you, the evil of this world."

"Oh, have you been discovered?" Diarmuid, no, it should be the evil of this world with a strange smile on his face, "I really can't hide it from you..." He said quite distressed, "How did you I found it, obviously I hid it so secretly."

Cautiously hidden in the soul of the follower to guide his actions subtly, repeatedly staining his will, distorting his thoughts, making him think that all actions are from his own will, even at the expense of retaining the consciousness of the dead heroic spirit He thought that he didn't show any flaws.

"It wasn't so sure at first. After all, the information obtained by Gao Tianyuan is generally not very reliable." Kyogokuhiko said, "In fact, from the very beginning, I was wondering why I summoned the heroic spirit who should return to the Holy Grail, and why did I return? The Heroic Spirit of the Holy Grail will be completely corroded by malice."

The evil of this world smiles peacefully and makes a gesture of listening quietly.

Kyogokuhiko said: "You have a lot of doubts. First, Diarmuid's character is very strange. There is a saying that it is difficult to change the nature of the country, but his character has completely deviated."

The novels were not written in vain for so many years, relying on various clues is enough for him to infer Diarmuid's proper character.His own will is entangled with the will of the evil in this world, and his personality is not strange or difficult.

"Second, in order to justify his malice towards me, you repeatedly and intentionally stimulated him to show signs of madness. Instead, I wondered why the same technique could not purify Berserker's resentment. , It’s even getting worse.” He completely understands that the knight who died full of resentment would lose his mind, but after purifying twice and even paying out a jade pendant, it’s not clean, but it’s definitely not a curse before death.

"Third, Diarmuid injured Emiya Kiritsugu and did not evade the Origin Bullet, isn't it strange? He clearly knows the damage that the Origin Bullet will cause, and he still relies on me to win the Holy Grail. Why did he destroy the Great Wall himself? What? But conversely, if you instigated this incident, it would be normal, after all, you have always wanted this body, invaded my soul, and completely descended into the world."

"That's right." The evil in this world admitted frankly, "You have also discovered that the body of a heroic spirit is composed of magic power after all, including this one." Mud, just like when he was summoned, was covered in mud, unable to see the original appearance, "Once the body made of mud is gone, it will collapse completely, how can it compare to Living flesh."

The black mud on his body surged and flowed as if he was alive, and the sound didn't sound like it came from his throat, but the sound of rubbing together black mud.This world will not allow the evil of this world to come, his only hope is to occupy the soul and body of a boy who is outside the rules.

"Then why don't you guess why I knew that the bronze mirror you buried was to deal with me, but didn't stop it at all?"

"Who said I buried the bronze mirror to deal with you?" Jing Jiyan gave him a strange look, "It doesn't take that much momentum to deal with you." He didn't even look at where he buried the bronze mirror, They are all nodes of the leylines, and it is clear that they are prepared for Konghuan to purify the polluted leylines.

The evil in this world seemed to regard his words as a hard mouth, and stretched out his hand to hold the Holy Grail. The pure black mud touched his hand, just like water touching water, and they melted together very naturally. Diarmuid's shell It has completely turned into a pool of black mud, moved by the consciousness of the evil in this world.

In other words, his shell was originally a puddle of black mud, and because of the unwilling resentment of his soul, he was selected by the evil of this world and used as waste.

"Our actors are here too." He raised his head and looked outside the door. The blond girl pushed the door in. Her body was covered with scars, and her eyes were full of fanaticism when she looked at the Holy Grail. That kind of fanaticism even made her Ignoring the black mud all over the floor, he rushed over in the direction of the Holy Grail.

"In the name of the Command Seal, kill yourself, Lancer."

"In the name of the Command Seal, destroy the Holy Grail, Saber."

The two orders were intertwined, and the man who fell on the ground staggered to his feet at some point, gritting his teeth and chanting every word. When Saber uncontrollably raised the long sword in his hand, a sword appeared in the hand of the evil of this world. The red spear pierced straight through the mud.

"I am immortal! I am immortal!" The evil of this world shouted, stirring up huge waves at the "root" of Kyogokuhiko. The origin bomb is really a very magical thing. Through Di Lu Muduo went deep into the "root" of Kyogokuhiko who is connected with his magic power, but Kyogokuhiko whose soul does not belong to this world, his essence is "nothing". Evil can barely exist in nothingness, and it is even impossible to transfer the "core" on Diarmuid to the real target.

The evil in this world without a "nuclear" is just a pool of mud, Kyogokuhiko closed his eyes to calm down the waves emerging from the depths of his subconscious.

The evil in this world will not disappear, as long as there is malice in this world, he will last forever, but such a decisive blow can also make him weak for many days - who told him to risk his own soul in order to occupy the young master's soul? The "core" was placed on Diarmuid.

However, the glorious light of victory annihilated everything, a huge hole was opened in the Holy Grail, and endless black mud poured down before everyone could react.

When the consciousness faded away, the young master silently cursed a curse word in his heart - what a desperate spirit to get up and cause trouble for him even when he was out of breath.

Not far from the Fuyuki Shrine, the blond-haired Tenfox clothes are flapping, and the bells on the corners of the clothes are crisp and clear. The bronze mirror buried by Kyogokuhiko exudes a white glow that ordinary people cannot see. The huge magic circle in the city draws out the filth in the ground veins little by little, filling the ditch of the magic circle.

Things should be going very smoothly, but for some reason, Kong Huan always feels that something bad is about to happen with her eyelids twitching, her premonition is so ominous that her fox fur is about to stand on end.

And the facts did not disappoint her premonition. At a certain moment, billions of trillions of black mud poured into the magic circle, painting the entire sky into pitch black in the blink of an eye.

There is something wrong with the young master!

……

Diarmuid experienced an extremely painful nightmare. In the dream, he was bewitched and did many things against his original intention. He could only be thankful that the new Master was young but strong enough to not be killed by him. And at the end gave him a clean end.

Just as he prayed, he was granted a dignified death.

There are very few moments when he can stay awake every day. In most situations, he is like a malicious marionette. The temptation that echoes in his mind is regarded as his own will, and he repeatedly and painfully wanders between nature and control.

In other words, this is not a dream.Diarmuid groped for the position of his heart, and the place where he penetrated twice was beating vigorously. Some kind of unspeakable terrifying existence was lurking there. That thing was very weak now, but it was still unmatched by him. , right now, he is only retreating temporarily in order to preserve his strength. As long as he acts rashly, he will definitely be completely controlled by maliciousness in the first place.

Even at this moment, he was affected by the dark flames that flickered in his heart, ready to move and choose someone to devour.

He doesn't know what's going on with that young man named Kyogokuhiko, he doesn't even know what's going on with himself now, surrounded by misty and thick mist, his body is so tired and sore that it's difficult to stand up, and the spear is still in his hand , his ears keenly caught the sound of footsteps from far to near, he clenched his weapon tightly, and tried to mobilize his limp body to raise the last bit of strength, his muscles tensed to make an attack posture.

"It's been a long time since I had any guests in my leopard room."

The voice that came to my ears was clearer and gentler. The young man in the crimson crane cloak was very similar to Kyogokuhiko, probably the young master will look like this in ten years.

"I don't want to see each other again after death. You and I have a deep fate. I don't know where it came from... a lonely ghost."

The young man looked at him with no hostility, only a little interest, like a child who has found a new toy. Diarmuid tried hard to stay awake, but the moment he met the young man's eyes, his vision went dark and he lost all consciousness.

"Clean him up and send him to my bedroom." The hypnotic white mist dispersed with a wave of his hand, and a group of guards with golden armor and silver swords stood around the young man. Just like a sculpture, he only got a little bit of vitality when he heard the young man's order. He leaned over and said yes, and picked up the fallen knight and took him away.

"Like a puppy, quite cute." The young man murmured, there were two bright red marks on his left hand, which appeared suddenly and inexplicably today, and the burning sensation of pain still seemed to remain on the back of his hand. Searching for the aura remaining in the traces, he caught a strange man who appeared inexplicably.

Those dazzling golden eyes awakened his long-lost memory the moment he saw it. The illusory dream in his childhood, he thought he had encountered a mountain spirit, but now it seemed that there was something hidden behind it.

After dying, he was forced to live like stagnant water for decades. It is rare to have a special joy. A certain part of his heart is still alive in his youth. A young man in his second year keeps his face calm, and he has already listed lonely ghosts in his heart. There are a hundred ways to play, and I am eager to try and prepare for practice.

At the same time, Diarmuid was going through a round of brutal stripping, washing, drying, applying medicine, and aromatherapy. The high-quality hypnotics made his hands and feet limp and unconscious, and he fell asleep for a long time, and was even naked. Wrapped in the quilt, several strong men dressed as eunuchs carried them into a bedroom, and was stripped naked from the quilt and stuffed into the bright yellow quilt without being awake, only frowning , His lips twitched and made some inexplicable sounds.

The pure black runes crept onto his skin and slowly spread to his whole body. An ominous foul smell escaped from his body, making the light incense mixed with a dizzying strong aroma.

Diarmuid was still in a coma, but the fragrance in the room was getting stronger and stronger, and a dark black mist was growing on the flat ground, drifting faintly by the door, and he didn't dare to move forward as if he was afraid of something.

When the door of the bedroom was opened, all the black mist dissipated without a trace, and the rune retracted to Diarmuid's heart, leaving only a room of fragrance.

"Aren't you awake yet..." The young man sat on the edge of the bed, lifted the quilt for a look, and then covered it back. The body under the quilt was not naked, but it was normal to think that it would be sent to his bedroom. There is nothing else to do in bed, and the servants will naturally wash people up and send them to bed according to the standard of bed service.

Diarmuid's figure and appearance are very suitable for the young man's taste. If it is not for the fact that there are many doubts about his body, the young man would not mind accepting this rare snack that does not make him sick.

As if feeling something in his sleep, Diarmuid shuddered and opened his eyes dizzily.

"Hello." The young man pushed back the broken hair on his forehead, smiling gently, "My name seems to be Kyogokuhiko over there?"