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As Angola Manuel's voice fell, the scope of the armor on Roland's body continued to expand. Roland's hands fused into a strange mass of flesh, the dark red muscle fibers began to grow violently, and the outermost epidermis had been The evil of this world is dyed a dull grey.

The iron gray and dark red flesh and blood surging, the crimson scales and flesh overlapped like stamens, and the blood-red fascia emits a pale crimson light, which looks gorgeous and dangerous, and the armor surface is derived. A ferocious big mouth, the staggered teeth seem to be able to chop everything.

They spit out their scarlet tongues, doubling the speed of devouring the evil of this world, and every scale on the surface of the flesh and blood armor was extremely excited, trembling like a living thing.

Soon, after the mouth, there were eyes with cracks, looking around curiously.

When the armor of flesh and blood spread all over Roland's body, Roland's figure began to become ferocious and terrifying. Hard scales appeared on the surface of the body, and those scales flowed with a beautiful metallic luster, and the sharp bones protruded from the surface of the body, as if curved Its sharp blade, steel-like muscles heaving slowly under the scales.

Seeing this scene, Angola Manuel clapped his hands happily.

"Great, Roland! You did it! I love you!"

His words were a little charming, and his eyes were full of intoxication.

Roland's physical evolution did not collapse under the influence of the evil in this world, and it has been successfully completed, that is to say, his flawless carrier has been successfully built.

Because of this, he looked forward to it even more.

Compared with the pure carrier, Angola Manuel really cares about the same kind.

Compared to Kotomine Kirei's natural malice, the rest of it is normal. As the incarnation of six billion human beings, Angora Manuel, from head to toe, every cell is black.

He can only live by spreading and pursuing maliciousness, but he contradictsly wants to see the "natural daily life" that he has not been able to get.

This morbid pursuit keeps him tirelessly on the road of creating his own kind, until he gets the redemption he wants.

However, as a tortured person who has witnessed the ugliness of six billion human beings, Angola Manuel has no sustenance for redemption, so what he can really expect is the existence of those who understand.

Although they are evil people, they are actually surprisingly easy to understand because of their too pure relationship.

"Next, it's time for the finale drums."

Angora Mainue murmured, watching the final scene.

Then, Roland's flesh and blood began to expand rapidly, turning into a huge cocoon.

"As expected."

Although he led it by himself, Angola Manuel still felt a sense of loss, but he quickly adjusted his mood. Like a primary school student after school, he jumped a lot to the huge cocoon in front of him.

"The same result, so, Roland, although you are very smart, you are still not divorced from the essence of human beings."

Angola Manuel sighed: "Congratulations, your body has become an ultimate creature, but your wish is indeed very tricky, but, such a confident wish, is it too small to be a six billion human beings? What about me being malicious?"

The corners of his mouth twitched, revealing a cruel smile, his tone full of sarcasm: "Pursue immortality, perfection, immortality? Do you know how many times I've heard this desire in history? From the high-ranking emperor to the beggar who lost everything Although they have different identities and different names, their delusions are unbelievably consistent."

"It's just that humans who have not even repented for thousands of years and will only repeat the same mistakes, do they have the will to control this perfect flesh?"

Angola Manuel sneered, he didn't need to say much about this simple wish, he just needed to be more attentive in the process of completing it.

Under the truly perfect body, those who have no measure will be turned into flaws in perfection, and finally be eaten back by this power.

No need to listen to others, so no need for eyes, ears and nose.

It is not afraid of changes in the temperature and heat of the environment, so it does not need hairy hands and feet.

It is immortal and does not eat or drink, so it does not need internal organs.

There is no weakness, it is immortal, and it does not need to survive and reproduce.

So, Roland

- stopped thinking.

The twisted and powerful posture of the meat cocoon in front of him made the malice on Angola Manuel's face even stronger.

"This is the future pursued by the perfect and invincible, and it is also the inevitable end of mankind. You are so perfect that even a malicious incarnation like me can't find a place to pick on them, but you in this state make me feel pitiful."

Justisa's phantom began to slowly dissipate, which meant that Roland's wish had been fulfilled, and the Holy Grail War was about to end.

Angola Manuel sighed and began to prepare to use the evil of this world to continue to corrode this perfect body. As long as it can corrode the will of the chaos, he can also continue to wave through possession.

But soon, he felt something was wrong. The evil of this world overflowing inside the Holy Grail was as if it had entered a black hole when it touched Roland. Lost control over that part of the black mud.

"How is it possible, you—"

"Your next sentence is, 'You should stop thinking!'"

"Should stop thinking!"

Angola Manuel covered his mouth and saw an eye open on the meat cocoon.

There was no fear, no anger, and no hysterical madness. That eye just stared at him with calm eyes, and Angola Manuel could even see the clear reflection of his own pupils that were as thick as blood, but deep.

Obviously there is no mouth, but the surrounding air vibrates, combining Roland's voice.

This strange performance and the information that Roland's consciousness still exists made Angola Manuel a little flustered, and he thought of a possibility.

"Could it be that, you guy, was lucky enough to become the third magician?"

If the soul of the other party has acquired the third magic and become a perpetual motion machine, it is a matter of course to control this perfect body.

But doesn't all of this mean that he took great pains to make a wedding dress for Roland?

"It's still a long way off," Roland didn't hide the information in this regard. "After all, the Holy Maiden of Winter is only one person's third magic. The current me is probably only at this level."

This is indeed remarkable information, but it also indicates how troublesome Roland is. Even a miracle that can only affect one person is a miracle.

Angola Manuel felt deeply unreasonable. He has only become a successful example of the third magic's flesh. He obviously used the same method, why is this guy able to be one step ahead of him?

But compared to this kind of question, another more realistic problem appeared in front of Angola Manuel. Roland's wish has been fulfilled, and the last value of the Holy Grail system, the third magic has also been drained by him, that is to say, the Holy Grail War It is no longer valuable to him. If he is allowed to go out, the chance of his birth may not exist at all.

The black mud swelled into the cocoon again, and this was Angra Manuel's last fight.

"I can't just let you go. If you are the real third magician, I may be helpless, but if you explain your information so arrogantly, then you deserve to be reduced to a cursed fate!"

"Ah, what are you talking about?" Roland's words were still soft, "I just felt that there was no need to continue to hide. After all, you are going to die."

"How dare you say such arrogant words to me, who is an absolute evil! You must understand the power of all evil in this world," Angra Manuel rushed towards Roland, and his whole body fell to the ground. On the cocoon, following his movements, the world made of black mud began to shrink slowly.

"Even if I give up everything I have gained from the flesh, I will twist you and convert you to a cursed fate!"

"It's just the malice of six billion humans, don't get too complacent," Roland's tone was still so gentle, but there was no trace of waves in those cold pupils.

"Compared to what I carry, your malice is not worth mentioning."

For the evil of this world, Roland had the intention to use it to the end from the very beginning. As for the pollution, he dismissed it. It would be good for the black mud to stand up to the maliciousness of the kingdom of shadows.

What is it compared to the Ark of the Dead?

If the evil of this world is usually infected by pouring a basin of ink into a glass of water, even if other water glasses unfortunately touch a few drops, they will be quickly dyed black.

But infecting Roland is like pouring a glass of water into the sea, leaving no trace behind.

The hatred, desire, joy, and sadness of six billion people were intertwined like a mud ox into the sea, and merged into Roland's body.

But no matter how hard he tried, Angra Maine's infection was meaningless, and Roland still maintained himself.

Instead, it was terrified.

Because just the tip of the iceberg peeped from that body was enough to make him feel scared.

A man who reigns over everything with pure malice, who tries to escape his destiny, a maniac who takes the goodwill of redemption as his creed, and who can sacrifice even the world itself without hesitation...

One after another powerful and special beings are quietly located in the abyss, just watching their existence, Angra Manuel feels the collapse of his own purity.

He hates Roland.

This guy is even more disgusting than himself, who is the evil of this world!

Angela Manuel regrown his body on the meat cocoon and wanted to break free and escape from here, but at this time, the decision was no longer in his hands.

"Why are you running away? You are the one who wants to be one with me."

Roland spoke boring love words in a gentle tone, and the fleshy cocoon he had turned into slowly turned into his original posture. He firmly held Angra Maine's hand, preventing him from breaking free from his body. .

"Eh?"

Angra Manuel was stunned. In Roland's pupils, she saw passionate feelings, surrounded and drowned her own reflection.

Because he is the incarnation of malice, he is very sensitive to emotional fluctuations, so he understands more that this feeling is not fake, but it is too heavy.

"I love all mankind, and as you are the embodiment of all malice in this world, I naturally love you too. Don't you want to be one with me? That means you love me too."

"{Eat} is an expression of {love}, and because you have given me such love in return, I have to give the same thing fairly."

Roland's smile was so innocent and pure, his hands easily grabbed Angora Mainue, his fingers turned into sharp claws, pulling him into his arms.

At the same time, a huge attraction also came from his body, allowing all the evils of this world around him to be integrated behind him.

The color of the Holy Grail began to fade slowly, returning to paleness again.

This is a manifestation of being purified, because the magic power and black mud polluted by the evil of this world are all integrated into Roland's body.

Although there is nothing at the moment, as long as sixty years of accumulation of spiritual veins, the magic power without attributes will be refilled, and at that time, she will become an almighty wishing machine again.

From the very beginning, Angola Manuel was what Roland wanted.

After becoming the ultimate creature, Roland wanted to keep moving forward, in addition to maintaining his anchor point, in order not to be like a guy who was dazzled by power, so arrogant, and then thrown into the universe. Start choosing your own meaning.

If humanity is lost, it must be filled with other things. As for justice, friendliness, that emotion, and Roland, have been insulated.

That being the case, there is only one way in front of him.

Complement yourself with the {evil} of others.

Anyway, there is the boat of the dead, and it is not the evil of this world to contaminate it. Roland has no habit of letting go of the food he puts on his lips.

Compared with the wicked people carried by his ship of the dead, the rest of the maliciousness will only make Roland see the road ahead more clearly and move forward more firmly.

The more malice he accepts, the more sacred Roland is, and this is the path he has chosen.

Following his will, Roland opened a terrifying gap from his abdomen to his chest.

This is not a wound caused by him or other external forces, but something that is self-derived by using the control of the body. On both sides of the gap as deep as the abyss, the keen eyesight allows Angramainu to see rows of tiny, and Sharp, like a shark's tooth, a sharp tooth born for the convenience of chopping things.

These teeth do not grow in rows, but are surrounded by circles. Even if he just sees this scene, Angra Manuel can imagine the end of being swallowed, and he will definitely be unresisted. Forcefully cut into pieces.

The remaining evil of this world that has not been absorbed has been integrated into his body. If this last remnant is also eaten, the miracle he obtained through the flesh will disappear, which means that he is completely dead.

At this moment, Angra Manuel only felt a buzzing sound in his ears, and there seemed to be a big bell reverberating in his head.

"No! Don't do it!"

He said hysterically, "Have I seen the world yet! Let me go! I'm willing to cooperate with you to slowly complete all this! The two of us are united and we can rule the world together! No, I can even tell you Surrender, under you~lightnovelpub.net~ Lord Roland!"

The corner of Roland's mouth shook slightly, not knowing whether it was contempt or ridicule, "It seems that you still don't understand the current situation, this is the reward I gave back to you for {love}."

"Other people's kindness, you have to accept it obediently."

Roland let out a deafening roar, exerted his strength again, and stuffed the Angora Mainu rooted in his hands, together with his own hands, into the big mouth of his abdomen!

Today's dinner--

{Daiginjo}{My wife's special vegetable curry?}{The embodiment of all evil at this time, Angola Manuel}

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