Put on the original god master C vest and travel through the comics

Avenger, Avengers.

The player doesn't know much about this job agency. After all, he only watches anime and has never played games. He just heard about them when the games were very popular.

However, looking at Wan Ye's current appearance, he inexplicably realized the horror of this word.

revenge.

Why did Manyo want revenge?Who is he taking revenge on?

The answer is clear at a glance. If Wanye must have an enemy, it must be Thor who caused the death of his friend, but in the game, Wanye did not show such hatred.

He is the wind of freedom, and hatred cannot stop him from wandering around the world.

It should be so.

But looking at Manyo in front of him, the player only feels strange.

His red eyes were faintly shining, and his face was covered with black ominous lines, giving him a hint of evil.

He was carrying an unfamiliar knife, the blade was pitch black, and when it appeared in the dark, it was silent and hard to detect.

And just now, he used this knife to penetrate Di Luke's body.

The player can hardly control his remorse, if he pays more attention to his surroundings, if he is stronger, will he be able to notice the arrival of Wan Ye, and he will be able to get away early, so as not to--

Not to let Di Luke die to protect him.

The tall man stood in front of him, and the knife pierced his chest. It should have been extremely painful, but he didn't even cry out in pain, but turned his head to look at the player.

The player noticed that there was no unwillingness to die in his eyes, all he had was worry.

He was worried about whether the person he protected would be sad because of his death.

Vaguely, the player heard his low voice.

"Traveler, don't be sad, dawn is approaching, and it's time for me to leave."

As a distraction who was summoned, the moment of death should be the same as that of a heroic spirit, dissipating into a golden spirit. Di Luke raised his head, bathed in the first ray of morning light in the sky, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up.

Di Luke did not feel that death was a pity, at least, he fulfilled his promise during the battle,

He said that he would not let anyone die in front of him.

He achieved it.

In this arguably difficult battle, not a single person was killed.

This is his record before dawn.

Thinking of this, Di Luke looked at the faint light in the sky with soft eyes.

【Father, did I do it? 】

Suddenly, the knife on his chest spun violently, and a darkness visible to the naked eye swept in, engulfing Diluque in an instant, wrapping his whole body in darkness.

In an instant, all the light disappeared, and the smile on Diluque's face disappeared with it.

He stared blankly at the endless darkness, and muttered to himself: "Ah... I'm still here...in the long night..."

In an instant, consciousness dissipated.

"Diluk!"

Looking at Di Luke who disappeared strangely, the player couldn't help shouting, and then he looked at Wanye with disbelief in his eyes: "Wanye! What are you doing?"

For a moment, the player noticed that Wanye's pupils visibly shrank.

But in the next second, a smile appeared on his face: "Huh? I'm just fulfilling my obligations in the Holy Grail War."

His expression was gentle, just like the one who said "Stop barking seagulls", but now there was a hint of blood in his words.

He stepped down from the high place step by step, and gradually approached the player, but was stopped by Zhongli's Yuzhang shield, a trace of displeasure flashed across his face, but it disappeared quickly.

"The fruit of hatred is extremely sweet, but the process of waiting to taste it is too long, so that I... can't bear it anymore."

He sighed, there seemed to be a small stream of light in his eyes, which went out in an instant.

"I have nowhere to go back."

The extremely low voice flashed past the player's ear, as light as the wind, and could not be heard clearly, but the player was aware of it.

He is begging for help.

The player raised his eyes, and looked directly into Wanye's red and lifeless eyes: "Tivat is always waiting for your return."

Wan Ye was stunned for a moment, and then sneered: "Do you want to use this method to shake me? Impossible,...it has already begun."

He turned around, left the player behind, and walked straight towards Illya's direction. Emiya Shirou immediately stood in front of Illya, looking at him warily.

"Well!"

Accompanied by the heavy blow, Emiya Shiro knelt down on the ground clutching his stomach. The opponent didn't even use the blade, but knocked him down with the handle of the knife, and he couldn't stand up anymore.

Not only that, Emiya Shiro noticed that it was not just caused by strength, but a certain breath coming out of the handle of the knife made his whole body weak, and he was unable to resist at all.

"Yi, Ilya..."

This sentence awakened the player, and he hurried towards the direction of the two.

And Wan Ye performed a noble etiquette in the direction of Illya: "Beautiful lady." There was a smile on his face, "Excuse me, can you give me your heart?"

"boom--"

He Puyuan descended from the sky wrapped in the wind, and the young immortal wore a Yaksha Nuo face, no expression could be seen, but everyone could feel his anger.

The young man stood up slowly, tiptoed, and Pu Yuan spun and landed on his hand, and then an attack with wind rushed straight in the direction of Wan Ye.

Wan Ye took two steps back and sighed: "Oh, I'm obviously inviting you with a good voice." He grasped He Puyuan, and the fine wind cut his palm with many small wounds, which were covered with blood. arms.

"Ah, it hurt."

He looked at his hand indifferently, and shook it casually. Soon, those wounds healed, and his hand was intact, as if it had never been injured.

He looked at Mandrill with innocent eyes: "Look carefully, I didn't make a move first."

However, after the words fell, his eyes changed, as if carrying the deepest malice in the whole world: "Then since you did it first, then no matter what I do, it will be right?"

The wind exploded in an instant, sweeping the surroundings, reflecting the whole world into a poetic picture scroll, but different from the previous maple leaves and elements, this time the picture scroll is intertwined with blood red and black.

The painting made by the wind, with incomprehensible lines outlined on it, seems to have no literal meaning, but just looking at it makes people feel dizzy and even have a nauseating feeling of wanting to vomit.

This made the player slow down, and just as he was about to vomit, Zhong Li walked up to him and patted the player on the shoulder lightly.

For a moment, the whole world became clearer, and the previous nausea dissipated, as if it was just an illusion, the player just wanted to raise his head to say thank you to Zhongli, but his sight was blocked, and Zhongli covered his eyes.

"Close your eyes."

Yuzhang's shield reappeared, and with the power of protection, it protected all those who were incapable of fighting. Afterwards, Zhongli looked in the direction of Mandrill.

The ominous atmosphere became stronger.

The wind blown by Wanye carries some kind of disgusting pollution, even ordinary people will feel sick and uncomfortable when they see it, but for Mandrill, which itself bears the pollution from the residue of the demon god, it is at a critical point. , adding another layer of burden.

At this moment, even Zhongli could not be sure of his state.

Although the pollution at this moment is nothing compared to the pollution from the demon god's residue, but... is the mandrill overcoming the pollution again, or... being overwhelmed by the heavier pollution?

"Well……"

Mandrill growled in pain. He bent down and knelt on the ground. Obviously, his sanity had disappeared, but he still remembered something important. He had to stick to it, even if he couldn't remember what he wanted to stick to.

"elf……"

Ilya looked at Mandrill's painful look, and remembered the snowy night before. She couldn't help but want to get closer to Mandrill, and wanted to be like the snowy day before, and the two of them snuggled up in the snow.

That way, no matter how cold it is, you won't freeze to death.

But her movement was stopped by Emiya Shirou, the previous pain had improved a little, he pulled Illya with the last of his strength, worried: "No, something is wrong there."

Something is wrong.

Terrifying black air emerged from Mandrill's body. Although Emiya Shirou didn't know what it was, he could feel the malice and resentment in the black air. It's best not to get close to this kind of thing.

Illya looked at Emiya Shirou, then at Mandrill's direction, and shook her head.

"Drill is my Berserker, my servant."

"We have an appointment."

In that winter kingdom, the young girl summoned her own servants, and the young fairy in thin clothes walked out of the summoning array. She still remembered the first words he said.

"The three-eyed and five-manifested celestial being—Drill, heeds the call to come and guard."

Yes, he came to protect her.

and so--

"Berserker! Stand up!" she yelled, "Don't get knocked down!"

Mandrill reacted a little to her voice, and he roared, "Ah—" as if breaking free from the shackles, he tried hard to stand up.

Ilya didn't spare the Command Seal either, and immediately raised her hand and used the Command Seal: "Berserker! Stand up!"

Hearing her words, Mandrill's face flushed red. He desperately wanted to respond to the Master's expectations, exerting all his strength, but in the end he was overwhelmed by the heavy pollution.

He knelt down on the ground, beating the ground with his hands angrily, out of resentment at his own powerlessness.

Seeing this, Wan Ye chuckled lightly: "Oh, it seems that your servant doesn't have the ability to find himself."

"Oh." Zhong Li sighed.

At this point, it was no longer something other people could handle, so he raised his leg and took a step forward.

In an instant, Wan Ye sensed the danger, he looked at Zhong Li vigilantly, then snorted coldly, and quietly hid in the darkness.

Wan Ye knew that as long as this man was still here, he would not be able to get what he wanted.

Seeing Wan Ye leave, Zhong Li did not make a move to stop him. They will have a battle with Wan Ye, but the battlefield is not here.

Zhong Li turned his head slightly, looking in the direction of Mandrill, he—

Suddenly, a beautiful flute sounded.

As if the breeze blowing away all the confusion in his heart, Mandrill stopped his struggling movements when he heard the familiar sound of the flute.

The morning light shines on the earth, the long night finally passes, and the arrival of dawn makes the entire ruined Einzbern house submerged in the sunlight.

A flock of birds startled in the woods, followed by a poet playing the flute.

With emerald green robes and a casual smile, he is obviously the most casual person, but he brings the most reassuring music.

Its daybreak.