Begin the Holy Grail War with the Sombra Legion

Matou Zouken looked at Roland eagerly, spat out flattering words from his throat, and that skeleton-like withered face also showed a creepy and kind expression.

But it was Roland's expression as cold as the cold wind that answered him that he may not have taken the initiative to please him once in the past five hundred years.

"Don't be kidding, from the very beginning, there have been irreconcilable contradictions between us."

For the first time, Roland's face, which never fluctuated much and seemed to have no emotional ups and downs, showed an expression of anger.

"The moment I knew you were here, I decided to kill you. No matter where you hide, I will kill you, even if I chase you to the ends of the earth."

For the first time, Roland took the initiative to spit out a vicious declaration. The surging malice in his heart caused the power projected by the Shadow Kingdom to rise. His scarlet eyes almost turned into a mass of bloody light, and he could only vaguely detect the cruel pupils.

"Oh," Matou Zouken's face turned ugly, "It seems that you are dissatisfied with the old way of doing things?"

The situation finally entered an irreconcilable scene, which was the last thing Matou Zouken wanted to see. If possible, he was never willing to put himself in a crisis.

Zouken Matou wouldn't mind if he could cooperate with Roland after being killed once.

But under the young man's deeply frowned brows and ferocious expression, the killing intent was very obvious

——He wanted to completely erase the existence called Matou Zouken.

In this case, Matou Zouken couldn't sit still, even though he didn't want to fight a magician with an inherent enchantment at all.

"That's right, I feel disgusted when I think of people like you actually going to exist in the world."

Roland didn't hide his purpose, and actively planned the conflict. He didn't care about lying, and he often flirted with others for fun, but he would never have the attitude that a human should have towards this disgusting scum.

This is a trial, his verdict, and the enemy should be crushed with pain and resentment in howling and despairing, regretting his own powerlessness!

Matou Zouyan looked at the murderous Roland, his previously kind face was torn apart again, and the ugly voice sounded again.

"It's really incomprehensible that there are strange guys like you among the magicians. Those who pursue the way of magic should abandon those unnecessary things. Do you still want to be a partner of justice?"

Roland remained silent and walked towards Matou Zouken.

Matou Zouken knows that his style of doing things is distorted. Even from the point of view of magic, his idea of ​​actively torturing the blood of his family for fun is abnormal, and he will be cast aside by other magicians, but that's all. Magicians are cold-blooded creatures who act for profit and ideals.

Just like him, Matou Zouken realized that he had forgotten a lot of things, and knew that he was facing the limit again and again.

In the beginning, the body he obtained with the secret technique could last for decades, and later it became several years, or even changed every year. Now, every few months, he has to change a body to maintain his life. Therefore, most of the magic power of the body is also used on this, which makes his strength continue to decline.

When the fresh flesh is obtained by him, it will start to rot.

Matou Zouken is very familiar with that kind of decayed and rotten feeling, because his spirit is also like this. The memory, the past, is beginning to be broken and distorted. He has long known that he has gone crazy.

But the obsession still exists, and you must not die!

Matou Zouken is a monster that exists to survive, so it must not die!

Seeing Roland's high-ranking, self-righteous look, Matou Zouken felt a certain part of his heart was touched, and he mocked with a hoarse voice without thinking.

"What's wrong? Are you guilty of not being able to save? This is fate! No matter what you say,

The old man has lived for hundreds of years, I have eaten countless lives and caused a lot of unnecessary pain, but you can no longer save them! "

Jiantong Zouyan mocked loudly, but every time he said a word, he felt pain like being stabbed by a knife in his heart.

"Moreover, the old man will continue to live! With the secret technique of the Matou family, you only need a portion of human flesh, regardless of gender. After being swallowed by insects, you can freely make any shape you like. Anyway, it is also made of insects. In five hundred years, how many people do you think the old man has eaten? You can regret it in your lament!"

Matou Zouken looked at Roland expectantly, hoping to see what he thought of, confusion, remorse, just a little bit of it!

"Huh?" Roland showed a surprised expression, his eyes were indifferent, "Then what does it matter to me?"

The high and cold tone did not have any hint of exploring this aspect, but the pace of progress has not stopped.

"Listen, I don't care what evil you did or what good you did, I just want to kill you."

"However, what you said is quite interesting. Thinking about it carefully, based on your behavior, as long as you are killed, no matter how you look at it, no matter what kind of scum I am, this matter is grandiose. justice?"

"It's quite interesting. Then, this time, I will punish you as a passing emissary of justice."

"Wait?" Jiantong Zouyan kept retreating under the protection of the swarm, his tone full of disbelief, "Since you don't think the old man is at fault, why..."

"Didn't you tell me the answer?"

Roland interrupted Matou Zouken impatiently, and said, "The shape of the body can be changed, but your ghostly posture just proves the decay of your soul?"

He stared at Matou Zouken, and said every word, the raging flames in his eyes seemed to be burning.

"In this world, everyone should have a path recognized by themselves. You can move forward, or you can stay where you are. Even if you go astray, or even give up, and spend your life in a daze, I can understand it."

"But I absolutely cannot tolerate one thing, turning back."

Roland stopped in his tracks.

"People shouldn't look back. Just thinking of someone walking on the road, they turn around and go to the starting point that they hate the most. The existence of this kind of thing is really unreasonable. But I can't control the world, but I can still Kill you, wipe off the blood, and pretend you didn't see it."

Matou Zouken couldn't retreat, he was cornered in his own house, his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

"What do you think? Matou Zouken, or——Maqili Zorgen?"

"Ah!" Hearing that name, Matou Zouken screamed like a frightened little girl, showing a ferocious expression that he had never seen before.

"Let this old man leave now, and I will take the initiative to leave this island country and not appear in front of you, otherwise, we will have no choice but to die forever."

"That's absolutely impossible." The words that formed a huge contrast with that fierce expression made Roland smile, "Don't think too highly of yourself, idiot, just let the bug die obediently."

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