I want to eliminate all evil in this world!

The young voice kept echoing in my heart, but this * was so decaying that it could not continue again! So in the past two hundred years, all the means have been used to survive. Now, even the soul has begun to decay. Therefore, to realize that ideal, you must have eternal life...

Taking a deep breath, the decaying old man's face changed back to the decayed expression of the old man. The previous sigh and bitterness seemed to be just Chen Fei's hallucination. Even the sound had a sensation like a nymph, which made people feel numb.

"Dream? Hehe, it's really hard to reach the elegance of the world. My body, which is almost rotten, naturally wants eternal life." After a low smile, Matsuki Yuyan stopped in place with a wooden stick, and trembled out magic tools from under his wide sleeves, and began to rebuild magic circles on the ground. If the heroes who appeared in the world in a posture wanted to continue to exist, they had to provide magic power. After the original hero died, although the remaining magic power could exist for a period of time, they would eventually turn into nothingness and return to the throne of heroes. At this time, they needed to sign a contract with another magician again.

That is, Chen Fei's plan, what Matsuki Dirty Inkstone did at this time.

Sensing the movements of the beginning of Matung Duck Ink, a faint curve appeared on the corner of Chen Fei's mouth, and his thumb gently pressed against the scabbard - as a human being, he embraced an ideal that could not be realized with a human body. So while realizing this ideal, he had to give up his existence as "self" and became the existence he hated the most.

Zheng ~

With his thumb, the cold sword blade slowly drew out of the scabbard. At the same time, a surge of murderous aura slowly overflowed. Matsuki Yuyan's body paused slightly, but then he still slowly arranged the magic array on the ground, as if he didn't care about the increasingly cold and harsh aura behind him.

"Master Martial Saint. This is not a good habit. After all, if you don't have me, you will have no way to continue the Holy Grail War."

The thin fingers like chicken feet gently stroked the last stroke. The thin old man slowly turned around, staring at the black-haired young man holding a long sword, and smiled calmly: "You have responded to the call of the Holy Grail through time and space. You must have your own goal, right? Although you don't know why you are so hostile to me..."

"However, we should have no conflict..."

Before he finished speaking, he was directly interrupted by a very dazzling sword light. It was not sharp, but revealed a strange tenderness. It was like... the moonlight two hundred years ago.

"Do you really want to do this? Yustisa." During the activated ceremony, the young man with long algae-blue hair took a step forward and said, "You actually don't need to use yourself as a living sacrifice!" The earnest voice and a stinging heart, yes, he regretted it. No matter what the ideal of eliminating the evil of this world or the dirty human heart... if this woman was used as a sacrifice, he would rather not have all this.

The earnest voice of the young man made the middle-aged man with a solemn posture beside him frowned and said angrily: "Zorgen, what are you kidding? Our nearly ten years of hard work. Everyone's dream has come to this point, but have you given up?" The almost scolding voice did not attract any attention. The young man named Zorgen just stared at the paused figure. His eyes were full of hope-

Enough, Rizilei, let's not continue!

“Zorgen…”

With his head slightly turned, his beautiful side face became more gentle under the moonlight. The silver-haired woman said softly: "Do you still remember your wish?"

"I still remember!"

In the last scene in my memory, the young man who had always been energetic kneeled in front of the light and cried so hard that he could not help himself.

"How can I forget it? How can I forget it! Even if I die for it, I will..."

"Cut off all the evils in this world!"

The old man lying on the ground murmured slightly. Then the bright eyes slowly dimmed, and the strange aura of life disappeared - deep in his head, a strange insect was directly shattered by Chen Fei's sharp sword intent.

“Hohuhu~”

Carrying on the long sword, Chen Fei gasped quickly. Drops of sweat as big as beans kept oozing out from his forehead - even though the other party's soul had been eroded by time, as a great magician who had existed for more than five hundred years, for Chen Fei, forcing his heart to peek into his heart with the intention of Zen's heart-to-heart connection, was like a big battle for Chen Fei.

"Ha~Why did this? It's thankless!"

After breathing out a deep breath, Chen Fei smiled bitterly and took back the dark golden sword. Facing the old man's corpse, he was speechless for a moment. In order to realize his ideal, he would not hesitate to survive in an ugly form. Such a man with dreams finally forgot his original purpose and became a monster who struggled just to survive...

Will we do this too?

My heart returned to the distant past for a moment - the battlefield full of killing and death, the warriors who carried the human race's last hope to disappear from the mortal world, the white sword warriors who guarded their own demigods, and the demigods who were willing to commit suicide in order not to become the gods they hated the most... After a long time, a calm smile appeared on Chen Fei's face.

"It must be, no! Our great wish, even thousands of years, will definitely not wash away a little!"

Taking a light breath, Chen Fei slashed his fingers and swords towards the body of Shitun Kaori. The sharp sword energy scattered like rain, completely shattering the man who had been struggling to resist all his life. There was no blood, just white powder was flying. These wreckages full of magical nature formed an upright figure in the air - a not-so-handsome face. The upright eyebrows were filled with persistence of faith and relaxation like freedom. He smiled a little gratefully at Chen Fei, and then completely dissipated.

The life of the Matsuki Dirty Inkstone ends here!

"The matter of the Matsuki Dirty Inkstone was solved, but the previous consumption was too great. If I didn't go to a deputy to sign a contract, I might have disappeared..." I slowly withdrew my sword finger and felt that my body was becoming weak, Chen Fei frowned slightly, and finally sighed helplessly: "There is no way, I can only do this."

...It hurts so much, it hurts everywhere, insects, so many insects...

..Mom, father, Rin, do you want cherry? There are so many bugs biting cherry. Sakura is so painful, so painful...

..Please come and save Ying, Ying should not be here, that old man is so terrible...

Even if it is such a mood, it will only appear in the hearts of young girls in their sleep.

When I came to this hell, I could cry and shout from time to time in the first three days. From the fourth day, I couldn't even make a sound, but now, a whole year has passed.

Every day, there is only one theme. When you enter the insect warehouse, you will be bitten and ravaged by all kinds of disgusting insects, and you will be pulled out when you have one last breath.

This is the world, but it is more frightening than the hell in the story.

QQQ~

At this moment, the crisp and charming knock on the door sounded softly, causing the girl's petite body to tremble slightly, then opened her dull eyes, got off the bed like a puppet, walked slowly to the door, and placed her slender little hand gently on the door handle.

..Is it going to start again today?..

With such desperate awareness, the wooden door was slowly opened with a creaking sound, and a very gentle man appeared in front of Sakura.

"Girl, would you like to be my r?"

(Thanks to Han Mingx for his rewards and the enchanting travelers, who are immersed in the vast sea of ​​books, thank you~)
Chapter completed!