At this time, the gentle and amiable magnetic voice broke the dull atmosphere:

"Are you Yanfeng Qili?"

The cardinal old bishop looked at Yan Feng's back. His hazy eyes were filled with love.

Since He was born, He has repaid the world with the same love in the name of God's messenger.

"Yes, I'm ......"

Turning around, Yan Feng Qili stared at the old man indifferently.

There was no disgust or hostility, he said in a business-like tone

"Where are the dead?" Do you want me out?"

"No, not a vampire......" said the old cardinal mildly, "Father Yanfeng, your power is obvious to all, but you still have one more task to complete before you can fight heresy. ”

"What?" Yan Feng Qili frowned lightly and asked indifferently, and the old man whispered:

"The church needs your strength. Let's go back to Dongmu City, Daddy Yanfeng......"

"Take back the Holy Grail and kill everyone involved in the Holy Grail War. This is your first mission. Don't let God down. ”

"Dongmu City?" Hearing this, Yan Feng sighed angrily: "I refuse this task." ”

"Why? Are you still saddened by the sacrifice of your father, Li Zheng?" said the cardinal, "No need. "Father Yan Feng and the gods will allow his shepherds to take revenge and kill the Alien Disciples. This is the mission of our "Burial Vessel Official".

“......”

Yan Feng Qili looked at the old bishop, frowned, and walked down from the bell tower.

The bell tower echoed with an indifferent voice

"For this task, you'd better find another higher position......"

“......”

The cardinal stared at the empty window, sighed, and walked tremblingly towards the church.

"What happened to Toki......

His hoarse voice was full of suspicion.

"Why did God bring the book of Revelation?"

However, he knew nothing.

On the other side is Dongmu Shiyuan Tibetan Mountain——

In a corner at the foot of the verdant mountain, a dark and deep cave appeared in front of the Seven Nights Square.

Behind him, all the heroes under his command appeared, but none of his "Thunder Hand" mercenaries were found.

"The Holy Grail is here. In the face of the mystery of magic, there is no point in having more mortals......"

Fang Zheng stared at the dark and deep cave, and said calmly. Behind him, in front of Yu Zao, there was a little suspicion

"But wouldn't it be better to explore that path with those mercenaries?"

"No ......"

With that, Fang Zheng walked into the cave. His voice echoed through the narrow cave

The Holy Grail with a third magic has been contaminated by evil spirits. Even if more mercenaries are allowed to patrol this road, it will only send their heads over......"

"I won't let my subordinates die in vain. ”

In his cold voice, there was a determination. Fang Zheng walked step by step to the depths of the cave.

Several heroes followed him

After a while, they were gone.

"It's ......"

At some point, in front of the square seven nights, it was no longer a solid stone wall, nor was it a dark space, but a world full of dirt

0········ Flowers····

Malicious mud churned out from the ground, and the black mud gathered into the ocean, creating this fictional world, and in the center of this world, a white figure stood.

Against the background of dirty earth, the white figure looks extremely holy, like an angel, which is enviable

"Alice Phil ......"

Looking at this figure, Fangzheng's subconscious south.

The pure white woman came to Dongmu City with Fang Zheng and Alice von Einzbren.

but

"Ellie should be in the Tesla Mansion, so you're a pollution saint. Jin Yong Chinese

In the muddy world, the white-skinned girl, swaying her plump figure, lies on her body.

However, in this beautiful landscape, Fang Zheng is expressionless and indifferent.

Individuality is hidden, feelings are erased

He said:

"So, does that make sense?"

She stared at the beautiful girl in front of her, and gently raised her mouth, outlining her violent smile.

The handsome face contorted, revealing his ferocious heart, like a beast baring its fangs, revealing his true nature

"Angola Newman, do you like women's clothing so much?"

"......" listened to Fang Zheng's words, the pure white woman's movements were slightly sluggish, and then took it out and put it on Fang Zheng's crotch.

"Bang!"

There was a muffled sound. The white-haired beauty was thrown out by Fang Zheng, and a fluffy thunder flashed through the air.

As he raised his hand, the sound of electricity rang out, and his bronze hand armor covered Fangzheng's arm.

He raised his hand, 08, pinched her pink neck, and lifted it into the air.

"Ira"

The piercing sound echoed through the air, and the woman was convulsed by the electric shock, splashing holy water uncontrollably, and even gradually turning red and burnt

"Pata!"

He threw the charred corpse on the ground and watched as the disguise faded away, revealing its true nature. Fang Zheng sneered:

"Don't try to lie to me, scum. ”

In the air, the smell lingered, as if the little girl who was destroyed by Fang's hand was really his favorite Alice Phil.

However, this is not the case.

His face was still cold, he smelled the disgusting wind, and he stared at the black mud in the distance.

There, a huge ball, presented in front of him.

"Are you so ruthless?" In front of the ball, a pile of dirty mud floated up and turned into a young man who looked exactly like Fang Zheng.

The two of them, like reflections on a silver mirror, were silent.

After a while, Fang Zheng sighed and whispered: "Angola Newman, you are in my way......"

"Why don't we give up, why do we go after the Holy Grail, why do we bring disaster to the world?"

The young man, like a reflection, asked bitterly, with a sad expression on his face

"In this world, you have status, power, wealth, women, and everything. Why should you pursue the Holy Grail?

What do you want? What do you want to do?"

“......”

Looking at his own reflection, Fang Zheng said bluntly: "It's very simple, just an ideal."

When I was on the edge of life, the man I met gave me life, pinned his ideals on me, and passed on the future of humanity to me

Perhaps, I did not identify with his nobility and purity, and I did not want to fight for all mankind, but since I inherited everything from him, I would not abdicate this responsibility. ”

"No, you're just empty?" said in a lonely voice, reflecting the founder of Tanabata: "You don't have ideals, you don't have a noble and proud will, you just don't have a goal."

That guy, Nikolai Tesra gave you everything, so you have a reason to fight for it in emptiness, and not live empty and waste time.

Don't you want to admit it?"

“...... Maybe so, but so what?"

Raise your hand, bronze armor covers the forearm, and thunder flows from it.

Staring at himself in reflection, Fang Zheng said coldly: "The ideals inherited, the responsibilities I undertake, and the path I embarked on are all decided by myself

That's enough. ”

"Really?" as he watched the thunder, the sadness on Angola Newman's face vanished, leaving only simplicity.

"Really?" as he watched the thunder, the sadness on Angola Newman's face vanished, leaving only simplicity.

"That's ......"

"Crackling!"

As the lights flash, the false reflections are also broken, revealing shadows.

He was a young man wrapped in bandages. His appearance is similar to that of Fangzheng, but his essence is very different.