The infinite redemption of the Holy Light

Chapter 169 The Universal Wishing Machine

I forgot who I was in the first place, and what I wanted to do in the first place, leaving only an ugly desire to continue living.

What am I forgetting?
Matou Zouken looked at the tip of the gun that was constantly expanding in his pupils. He was trying to disintegrate so that the brain worms whose souls resided could escape the blow.

However, the attack trajectory of Fang Tian's painted halberd followed the movement of the brain worm, just like Matou Zouken's body was presented in the opponent's eyes.

Can't escape.

Although the blood-red spiritual power was being suppressed by the Xingyue World, it still possessed magical power and fixed the surrounding space.

Like a flame, the red rabbit jumped in front of Zouyan Matou, and the hooves of a horse like a crane slammed down, and Zouyan Matou's body was instantly smashed into countless insects.

However, Chitu suddenly spit out a ball of blazing fire dragon!

All the bugs that were trying to escape were all ignited and fell powerlessly into ashes.

The body of Matou Zouyan was exposed, it was a group of disgusting bugs wriggling like a brain at the front end, and a distorted body like an earthworm at the back half.

The mighty Fang Tian's painted halberd instantly stabbed the old bug.

In Sakura's blue eyes, the cerebrum wailed and gradually lost its vitality.

Only a six-year-old girl is still living in a fairy tale, so she can't think too much, Ying turned to look at Wang Huan with a calm face, and gestured to tighten his white robe even more.

Is this her savior?

The handsome monk's voice sounded faintly in Wang Huan's mind: "No life can escape death, even gods will die one day. What's the point of pursuing eternal life but losing everything uglyly?"

He chanted the Buddha's name lightly, and a faint Buddha's light emerged from Wang Huan's body, spread along Fang Tian's painted halberd, and shone on the dead old bug.

Wang Huan was slightly startled, an illusory figure floated slowly on top of the cerebrate corpse that slowly disappeared under Fang Tian's painting halberd.

This is a handsome man with long purple hair, and his angular face is full of determination.

His eyes were no longer cloudy, but at this moment they were filled with unparalleled pain.

"What did I forget..."

Matou Zouken remembered that 200 years ago, his name was Maqili Zorgen.

He wants to be a "partner of justice" and wants to cut off all the viciousness of human beings. This is an ideal he wants to achieve no matter what.

For this ideal, he came to this Fuyuki city, and together with two other families created the Holy Grail, the "universal wishing machine", and created this Holy Grail War, eager to reach the root of this world to realize his ideal.

But what made matters worse for Maqili was that the Saintess of Winter whom he admired sacrificed herself for the birth of the Holy Grail, and also let the lonely Maqili change her name to Matou Zouyan, and established the Matou family to take root in this place. in the city.

During these 200 years, during the three Holy Grail Wars, and during this long exploration, Matou Zouken developed insect surgery to replace his body in order to prolong his life.

During this process of soul decay, Matou Zouken gradually forgot everything.

Not only the body, but also the heart became as ugly as a bug, and began to take pleasure in playing with other people's hearts.

The original ideal has already become the obsession of eternal life.

Wang Huan shook his head gently, looking at the soul that was gradually dissipating.

It was this man who hated the inability to complete the Holy Grail more than anyone else, and perhaps fell into a demon just to seek spiritual numbness, but a fallen man is never worth saving.

"If possible, can you help the people of this city to destroy the Holy Grail...We are all wrong...wrong, wrong!"

Ma Qili seemed to appear in front of Maqili's eyes, wearing the clothes of the sky, the extremely noble and beautiful Winter Saintess, his soul bowed to Wang Huan in the Buddha's light, and immediately disappeared completely, the Buddha's light only let him return to Wang Huan before he died completely. Thinking of his own life, this is enough for Maqili who has struggled for 200 years.

Remembering the past of the Holy Grail War, Wang Huan, who came to this world, shook his head slightly.

The omnipotent wishing machine?

This kind of thing that has been polluted long ago should have disappeared completely.

If you put your wishes on other things, is it really what you want in the end?

Wang Huan suddenly discovered that besides completing his own task - winning the Holy Grail War, he had more things to do in this world.

But the most important thing now, of course, is to win the Holy Grail War.

Wang Huan will not be too ambitious, nor will it be unrealistic.

There is still one year before the Holy Grail War... Thinking of this, Wang Huan's face turned bitter.

This time, there is no so-called space-time tunnel.

"Don't worry, the time flow in this world is very slow compared to your world. A year here is only equivalent to a few days in the earth world." The handsome monk's voice gave Wang Huan a boost.

Only a few days?
Well a year here is not unbearable.

Wang Huan really needs to make himself stronger in this world during this year.

Wanting to win the Holy Grail War is no joke.

Especially in the Fourth Holy Grail War, the mages and heroic spirits of this world are not so easy to deal with.

Don't look at Jian Tong Zouyan, an ancient magician, who was easily eliminated by Lu Bu, but it was only because the main body of Jian Tong Zouyan happened to be here, and happened to meet Wang Huan and Lu Bu's nemesis.

The ghost god Lu Bu is one of the most powerful martial spirits in Zhenhun Street, and Wang Huan may not be able to summon such a powerful existence in the future.

There are seven powerful spirits who participated in this Holy Grail War, but Wang Huan now only has six chances to summon him. If he doesn't strengthen his ability, the person who will die is likely to be himself.

The moment Wang Huan was thinking, the entire house of the Matou family had been razed to the ground by the rampaging Chitu.

The corner of Lu Bu's mouth curled up, and Fang Tian kept swinging his painted halberd, as if he was testing his current strength.

His eyes were suddenly blood red, and he rushed towards a certain direction with Wang Huan.

"What are you going to do?" Wang Huan gasped slightly.

"Since I'm here, how can I not be willing to fight with the strong here..." Lu Bu was full of murderous aura.

"Little guy, although you are my temporary master, my mission is to protect you."

As long as Wang Huan is well protected, he can do whatever he wants.

Wang Huan patted his forehead. He should have thought of it a long time ago. How could Wu Ling, the most powerful person in Zhenhun Street, and Lu Bu, the unruly ghost and god, completely obey Wang Huan's orders.

It's still deep in the mountains. If Lu Bu rushes to the city, Wang Huan doesn't want to face the roundup of a large police force. The guns and various fighter jets in this world are not for display.

Lu Bu may not be afraid, but Wang Huan, who is alone after 10 minutes, will be miserable!
And looking at the direction, Lu Bu charged in the direction of the Holy Church!

Just came here, are you going to mess with a powerful demon organization?

(End of this chapter)