Clothes and brocade night travel [comprehensive]

"Enough is enough..."

Diarmuid sighed, tears suddenly fell from his eyes.

Going round and round, what I have been longing for and looking forward to for a long time has finally reached its consummation at this moment.

"This...is enough..."

His brows and eyes were lowered, revealing a shallow smile.

"I don't have much time," he said. "Please..."

He didn't finish speaking, but Kyogokuhiko understood what he meant, their roles seemed to be reversed for a moment, Kyogokuhiko took two steps back in a panic, gritted his teeth and said, "No way!"

But Diarmuid smiled gently, his expression relaxed and relieved, "Please." The soft tone seemed to coax an unreasonable child, "This is the promise you once gave me."

The eyes focused on him were inclusive and firm, Kyogokuhiko wanted to refute, wanted to refuse, but in the end he just sighed helplessly and tiredly, hesitantly walked to Diarmuid's side, and lightly touched his fingertips. chest.

Under the palm of his hand, the heart was beating powerfully, beating again and again, stable and reassuring, he couldn't help shaking his hand, and retracted like an electric shock.

For so many years, this was the first time he felt such a painful mood like now, and for a moment he wished he could really be covered in a quilt like a child, pretending that he didn't exist because he couldn't see it, and he didn't exist.

Diarmuid held his retreating hand, not very forcefully, clasping his fingers together with his palm, making people inexplicably firm.

I promised him.Kyogokuhiko closed his eyes, and tapped his fingertips on the knight's chest. Even with his eyes closed, he could still vividly recall the complex network diagram that had been facing each other day and night. into Diarmuid's chest.

"Don't cry." The magic power flowed from the body, and the core was destroyed. Diarmuid leaned over and kissed the corner of Kyogokuhiko's lips. His body had already begun to turn into spiritual particles, and the evil of this world was crying in his body Number, struggling to escape from this body, which undoubtedly accelerated his disappearance.

He frowned slightly, more firmly imprisoning the evil of this world in his body.

Kyogokuhiko silently cut off the "nucleus" held in his palm, and silently accepted a kiss that only touched the skin, which was so shallow that it didn't look like a kiss. His eyes were a little empty, and tears fell unconsciously. For a split second, even he himself believed that his love was beyond redemption.

Diarmuid left a honey-flavored kiss on the corner of his lips, but finally couldn't bear to leave a lie.

"I wait for the day when I will take the Holy Grail for you."

When the holy grail of this era is created again, when the heroic spirit system reappears, through the command spell summoning, maybe Kyogokuhiko can summon Diarmuid Odina again.

But it's just Diarmuid Audina.He is just a projection of the main body. When death returns to the seat of Heroes, it will become an insignificant part of the countless records of the lower world. The next time we meet again will be a brand new projection. We can only hope that this projection can To bring him a little bit of comfort to the seemingly strong but actually fragile Master.

The brilliant network of spiritual power in front of him collapsed and turned into the most basic spiritual seeds. The bits and pieces looked like a heavy snowfall in the cold winter months. Kyogokuhiko stared blankly at the back of his hand, the bright red command spell reflected in his eyes, The color faded slowly on the back of his hand, and was wiped away bit by bit by the invisible existence, leaving only a piece of smooth skin in the end.

The node hidden under the Command Spell was inevitably injured. The original serious injury was not healed, and a new injury was added. The pain that spread from the deepest part of the soul in an instant made Kyogokuhiko unable to scream. The eyes were dark and the mind was in a trance, and he survived abruptly.

Scattered spirit particles fell from the originally solid figure, although it was slow, but this body began to collapse towards death.

Are you going to die?

Kyogokuhiko stood there bewildered, and now he was the only one in the falling tunnel. He seemed to have returned to the state where he had just died and reached the inherent barrier. He was alone and had nothing. The endless loneliness almost forced him to Crashed, during that time he had done almost all the things that were disrespectful in his life, crazy and desperate.

Diarmuid was the first person to appear in the boundless loneliness. The first is always special, so he tolerated all the rudeness of the knight. After waiting alone for decades, even if the rudeness is in front of his eyes They are so lively and lovely.

Diarmuid is the only person who knows that he is connected to another world. The only one is also special. In the precarious world, at least he can feel some comfort when he sees Diarmuid, and there is a gossamer that connects himself with the past Connecting in series, knowing that the glorious dynasty is not my dream.

Kyogokuhiko likes Diarmuid, his handsome and heroic face, his vigorous and dexterous movements, his occasional cunning and wickedness, and his occasional hugs and kisses when he gets excited.

No dirty desire to make him sick, pure, warm and soft, hugs and kisses.

That feeling is so beautiful and happy, so at a certain moment, he will feel that he is stuck in the mud and cannot extricate himself.

Wanting to see him again, such a thought came violently but as it should be, Kyogokuhiko looked at his hand, the nodes clinging to the back of his hand were shattered, the scarlet cracks spread from the nodes to the whole body, and the spirits spread from the cracks. Falling everywhere, he wasn't sure whether such a body could last until the beginning of the Holy Grail War, but he didn't mind making a little effort for it.

Thinking of this, he closed his eyes, as if letting himself fall into a bottomless slumber, gaining some rest in this fall.

When he woke up again, it was still Kyogokuhiko who was so strong that he had no flaws.

……

There is no distinction between day and night in the falling tunnel, making it impossible to tell how long you have been here. Kyogokuhiko has been quietly closing his eyes, as if time has stopped at a certain moment.

However, in his dream, it was extremely lively.

Standing on the streets of Heian-kyo, he watched from a distance that the ghost entrusted the jade pendant to Abe Xiong Luxue, and the jade pendant was finally handed over to Cuizi's apprentice for safekeeping.

Then he went back to the palace in the valley, empty and alone, the collapse of his body could not be stopped, but it could be slowed down. He began to focus on expanding his power, one mountain, two mountains, one city, two cities, He and Abe Yulu have a tacit understanding with each other, and gradually changed from a side of Hyakki Yakō to the rule maker of the entire Japanese underground world. The expansion of power has brought treasures from all over the place. Although there are not many, there is always something that can make this The body remains for a little longer, and a little longer.

It's hard for him to imagine how to make a body that will collapse in two months stay in the world for such a long time. It comes from hell, from the kingdom of God, and even from a foreign country that travels across the ocean. , He no longer remembers how many treasures he devoured to replenish the spiritual power in his body, nor how this body became weaker and weaker.

Only when his body can't bear it anymore, he will return to the bottom of the inherent barrier, walk all the way down into his mausoleum, lie down in the coffin, close the lid, and slowly wait for his body in suffocating silence. back to action.

He didn't dare to stay for a long time, always afraid that if he stayed for a while, he would miss something.

Such days lasted for a long time, he met many people, and also forgot many people, the monsters under his command occupied more and more territories, and his name gradually became an existence that could not be spoken out.

One day, when he sat up from the coffin and his body was still not improving, he knew that he was reaching his limit, and he had to give up some things to reduce the burden on his body.

The memory was the first to be abandoned. He pulled out the memories and sealed them in jars, and placed them on the shelves one by one. He gradually forgot the past and who he was. Sometimes when he looked at the sealed jars one by one, he He knew that his childhood was sealed in this jar, and his past was sealed in that jar, but his head was empty, and he couldn't remember anything. He was inexplicably sad, with tears streaming down his face but he didn't know why.

As time goes by, when the memory is irreplaceable, he begins to give up other things, rationality, longing, and prayer. He gradually becomes a pale shadow. He only remembers that he wants to live, but forgets why he wants to live. Going down, only occasionally dreaming back in the middle of the night, when a touch of extremely gorgeous gold flashes under my heart, will I vaguely remember that I want to bring someone back.

who is...

forgotten……

The power under him began to fall apart, and he didn't bother to take care of it. He gave up more and more, and his energy became less and less. He just lingered tiredly in the palace day after day, pretending nothing happened under the worried expression of his old friend .

He doesn't care, it doesn't mean that others won't call. One day, when he woke up from a deep sleep, he saw the palace collapsed and the mountain was set on fire, and the sky was darkened under the combination of shock and anger. Only then did people think that this lord who had been silent for decades was Ling Gao Tianyuan. A strong man who bows his head and makes peace.

For a time, the wind was roaring.

Little did he know that he was so weak that he lay in the coffin for decades before he could get up. The puppy on the hill next door had grown up and proclaimed himself a dog general. He fell in love with a human princess and died outside. The young child was thrown to him to seek shelter. He looked at the puppy's golden eyes in silence for a long time, and acquiesced that there was an extra immature atmosphere in the palace.

Later, the puppy grew up and left. It was rumored that the jade of the four souls shattered and disappeared.

Oh, it's still a little girl's movie.

The sanctity of the heart was divided into two parts in his hands, one was given to a German magician who studied artificial humans, and the other...

That's right, there was another copy that he made into a jade seal. At that time, he had already sensed the world's rejection of him, so he left a way out for himself in advance. All his power was sealed in the jade seal, and the memory of the room was full. Most of it goes in, and the remaining half stays carefully. When reincarnation is forced to be reincarnated, it is carefully sealed into the body of the dead baby, and it will be released when the body is strong enough.

The reincarnated body was chosen for him by the ghost lamp. At that time, he was no different from a wandering soul except that he had some rationality left, so he easily completed the reincarnation and started from scratch.

From the fragile child to the arrogant young man, memory was restored, command spells, summons, black mud poured down, he silently looked at the young man lying in the filth, and suddenly opened his eyes.

"Long time no see," he said.

"Long time no see." He replied.

One looks like a young boy, and the other looks like a mature young man, with a crane cloak on his shirt, and a light fur on his gown. They have very similar eyebrows and eyes, and very similar temperament.

So similar, like the same person.

Looking around, the surroundings became a circular corridor again.

The eccentric wandering past, the eyes full of dots and lines are instantly filled with bright colors.

Finally broke through, that fatal bottleneck.

The two stood facing each other, hundreds of years ago and hundreds of years later, the same person met in this absurd form.

Next...

"Let's talk, Gaia."

"Let's talk, Alaya."

The two pairs of eyes as black as lacquer faced each other, and they appealed to the world with one voice.

The corridor is distorted, echoing a sound that does not seem to be in the world.

"Talk about... Outlaws."