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Yan Ye asked for forgiveness in all the words he could think of, hoping that someone would lend a helping hand, but in this darkness, he could not be redeemed.

A flicker of blood flashed intermittently in front of him, and his consciousness, disturbed by pain and fear, gradually became blurred.

But he still squeezed out the last trace of strength and cried out again with the loudest voice.

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As whistling woke up, he was still in darkness.

But even so, the rancid smell of the cold and humid air, and the creepy sound of tens of thousands of insects crawling, clearly told him that there is no doubt that it is the real world.

Compared with the reality of the nightmare just now, which world is more compassionate for Jian Tongyan?

At least, in terms of being able to forget the fact that this body is about to die, perhaps staying in a nightmare world is happier.

What kind of miracle he saved himself from being burned by the fire and fell from the roof of the building, and how to live back to the underground insect storehouse in Jiantong Mansion again, can't understand with Yan Ye's memory.

Feelings of hands and feet were dull, but he knew he was hanging on the wall in shackles. He couldn't stand on his feet, and his shoulders, which bear the weight of the whole body, seemed to be dislocated. But this pain is nothing compared to the itching caused by bugs all over the body.

The bugs licked the burnt skin, and underneath the skin was pink new skin. It seems that the burn is recovering for some reason.

I am afraid that the imprinted insect wanted to use Yan Ye's body as a seedbed to maintain his life. But this is completely useless. In order to regenerate the skin, the magic power has been forcibly consumed, and the life remaining in Yan Ye's body will be exhausted. He could clearly realize that even a simple movement of taking a light breath and then spitting out was consuming physical strength.

Soon, I will die

Knowing that he couldn't resist at all, the faces of Aoi and Sakura were constantly flashing in his mind.

He once vowed to save them at the cost of life but in the end, his wish was not fulfilled. This humiliation and shame is more tormenting Yan Ye's heart than the physical pain.

Recalling the face of the loved one, but then, the indifferent expression of Tosaka Tosaka and the ridiculous laughter of Zongtong Inkstone hit his heart, making him breathless.

Jerk

From the depths of his thirsty throat, Yan Ye scolded angrily with the remaining strength.

Bastard bastard, bastard

His sobbing voice was suddenly covered by a pleasant laugh from behind.

With a cane, he slowly approached Yan Ye, and the insects avoided the aging and short figure. No one else, but the object that Yan Ye hated, Jian Tong Zang Yan.

Yan Ye, you are really miserable like this.

The old magician raised Yan Ye's jaw with his cane and forced him to raise his head. Yan Ye had no strength to scold him, but still stared at the other person with hatred and murderous intention with his remaining right eye. Just staring at his opponent has exhausted him.

Make no mistake, I did not blame you at all. After suffering such a serious injury, you can still come back alive to come to Yan Ye. I don’t know who saved you. However, this battle seems to have good luck.

Dirty inkstone softly whispering to his son like caressing a cat, and his mood is particularly good today. So, his smiling face is full of evil.

Three Servants have been resolved, only five are left. To be honest, I didn't expect you to be able to stand up to now. It seems that I may still have a chance to win this gambling.

In this way, Dirty Yan finished talking and then took a few steps to distance himself from him.

Perhaps it is not a bad idea to lock you up again. Yan Ye, I will give you the trump card hidden for today, come on.

Goo, the crutches suddenly pressed against Yan Ye's throat, forcing him to open his mouth. Immediately, the crutches of the dirty inkstone moved upward like a mouse and thrust into Yan Ye's mouth.

Ah, woo! ?

Yan Ye fainted in pain. The bug ran into the esophagus mercilessly along his mouth, and finally reached the cramped abdomen. Now he was too late even if he wanted to vomit.

Then it seemed that a red iron was put in his belly, and the violent burning scorched him from the inside of Yan Ye's body.

Oh! ?

Yan Ye struggled with pain, and the shackles in his hands were making a bang. The blood, which had been stagnant, boiled away, and the heart began to beat like a rupture.

That is the concentrated magic block. Markers began to move again in Yan Ye's temporarily rejuvenated body. The simulated magic circuit of Yan Ye's whole body also began unprecedented pulsation, and the limbs began to feel pain like being torn, but this also meant that Yan Ye's paralyzed hands and feet felt again.

Seeing the ace work, Zui Yan laughed loudly.

Ha ha ha ha, it was really immediate.

do you know? The magic block you just swallowed came from a nymph. It was the one who first absorbed Sakura's chastity. How is it, Yan Ye? Isn't the girl's energy that has been absorbed continuously this year the best magic?

Perhaps it was this series of cruel actions that satisfied his sadistic heart, and the old magician turned with a smile on his face. When he was about to leave Cangcang leisurely, his sarcasm hurt the eardrums of Yan Ye again.

Go fight, Yan Ye. Burn out the life taken from Sakura. Don't begrudge the flesh to bring the Holy Grail back! If someone like you can do it.

Then, as the door closed heavily, only cold darkness and noise of insects crawling around again.

Yan Ye choked silently.

64:21:13

The warm afternoon sun gently warmed the outer wall of the warehouse and gradually leaned towards the west.

But the air in the warehouse was still and cold. A few rays of sunlight came in through the small skylight, and the warehouse was bathed in the faint twilight like dusk.

Saber sat on the ground against the wall, waiting for the moment to arrive.

In the magic circle beside her, Alice Phil still lying on her back with her hands crossed on her chest. She is still sleeping. Since bringing her here in the morning, Saber has been watching her sleeping face motionlessly.

Yesterday, could the magic circle that she and Alice Phil drew together work as expected?

For Alice Phil, who is a man-made man, it seems that resting in this magic circle is the only way to recuperate. In the past, ceremonies will be held at the same time, but as far as the present situation is concerned, it seems to have passed very far.

This is really a long night.

Caster, who was in the middle of the battle and hindered the fight, was finally overthrown.

After that, the duel with Lancer ended in a painful way.

Last night, the Holy Grail war made great progress and the two Servants quit the battle. Regardless of the situation, Saber has fulfilled his most important responsibilities.

It is deceiving to say not tired. But now she is more worried about Alice Phil's situation. ,, ..

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