People Arrived at the Type Month, Now Lost Contact

"Mr. Li really has great ambitions." Jiantong Zouyan also laughed, this is indeed an appropriate answer.

After the exchange of interests is put on the surface, the so-called negotiation will become extremely simple.Because there is no need for sophistry here, and there is no Party A whose IQ is offline, some just take what they need, which is more convincing than the most eloquent eloquence.

"Then, I thank Mr. Li again." Jiantong Zouyan signed his real name on the contract, and hereby, the transaction was established.

"Then, please take it as soon as possible." Li Zihan handed the undead grass in his hand to Zouyan Jiantong. The narrow corners of his eyes are easily reminiscent of some kind of canine animal.

Without hesitation, Jiantong Zouyan stuffed the immortal grass into his mouth and chewed it in front of Li Zihan. He ate it more ferociously than the rider, or even the rider's divine cow.

"How do you feel? Matou Weng." Li Zihan had a streamer in his hand, which was Odin's exclusive weapon, but it hadn't recovered yet.

If even the immortal grass can't save Matou Zouken's soul, then he can only purify him physically after obtaining the knowledge of the command spell system.

"I feel great." Matou Zouken chuckled in a low voice, like Mephisto who had obtained Faust's soul, weird and terrifying.

"Is this what it feels like to be alive?" Matou Zouken's wretched figure was stretching bit by bit.It was a handsome man with flowing blue hair, strong muscles, and a resolute face that seemed to have been cut by a knife.

The vitality is constantly growing, the flesh and blood that no longer exists are reborn under the power of unknown gods, the soul is gradually being repaired, and the forgotten memories are being revived.Matou Zouken hadn't felt this feeling for a long time.

Countless forgotten secret techniques were recalled once again, and Matou Zouken found that he was so powerful that even a follower from the legend was not invincible.

"Jiantong Zouyan, how many things do you remember?" Li Zihan's eyes were a little hostile, and the spear in his hand became more and more solid.

"Of course I remember." Matou Zouken laughed loudly, "After the soul is restored, isn't memory restored for granted?"

Although recalling the memory in the soul is very troublesome, it is the content of the contract to hand over the knowledge of the command spell system to Li Zihan and cannot be violated.

Such precious knowledge about the command spell system must be hidden in the deepest part of the soul.Matou Zouken took the initiative to sink his consciousness into the deepest part of his soul, searching for information about the Command Spells.

Something happened that made Matou Zouken suspicious. The deepest part of his soul was not the knowledge about occult arts, nor the family inheritance, but a white-haired woman.

who is she?Matou Zouken tried hard to recall, knowing that the most urgent task is to recall the knowledge about Command Seals, but he instinctively pursued that "her".

Did I forget something?Matou Zouken felt a thousand needles stuck in his head and stirred, he held his head and roared with all his strength, without any demeanor.

In pain, Matou Zouken recalled the first encounter with that woman.

That was the year 1800 in the Western calendar.

A magician who dedicated his life to eradicating all the evil in this world and the viciousness of human beings went to Winter City, where artificial humans are continuously produced.

The dream has been shattered, but unwilling to admit this fact, he still visits the last hope, Einzbern.So he met that woman, hoped for the fulfillment of his sad wish, felt envious of him who could realize the third magic, and took the initiative to approach that woman.

Like all brave stories, the two quickly became close friends, working hard for that almost impossible dream.Hard work pays off, and finally found the dawn that can eliminate all evil in the world.

The Nordic man named Markiri Zorgen and the Holy Maiden of Winter, Yustissa Lizleich von Einzbern, are both excellent magicians, so they worked together to create the first magician. The disciples of the three magicians did not have a way to complete the third method, the ritual of the Holy Grail of Heaven.

In order to prevent someone from taking this ray of dawn by force, they left Europe, where magic was developed, crossed the mysterious and abundant Asian continent, and went to the far east, a remote place in the magic world, where they took root.

The best friend dedicated himself to the world, so there is the basis of the Holy Grail War - the Holy Grail.Even though he was deeply grieved, Maqili Zorgen continued to move forward for the common wish of the two.

But the problem still arises, that man is just a human being, and the lifespan of a human being has a limit, he is about to die of old age.

The road to eradicate all evils in the world is right in front of us, how can we fall down at the last moment! ! !The magician, horrified to find himself gray-haired, cannot die, at least not until the ritual is complete.

All it takes is a Holy Grail War to be won, I just hope I survive the ceremony.The man prayed to heaven, but it was no use, failure or failure.Later, he discovered that there were a lot of problems in the construction of the Holy Grail ceremony due to the rush of production.Sixty years have passed, and the ceremony has not been successful, but I am almost exhausted.

I want to live by whatever means I can, I can't die!

The great magician named Maqili Zorgen did something that disgusted him.He devoured the life of a sinner to perpetuate his own.

He comforted himself that it was just a scum, a cancer, and he just deserved it the most.Isn't it a natural choice to use the lives of some scumbags to save all mankind?

But the Second Holy Grail War failed, and sixty years of hard work were once again in vain.Moreover, the effect of magic has decreased, and more people's lives must be eaten to maintain itself.

The number of the most heinous people is not enough, in desperation, the magician can only hunt and kill other people with less serious crimes, so that he can continue to live on.

In the past sixty years, his soul has deteriorated a little, and he has lost part of his memory.

Next came the third Holy Grail War, which was still a failure.

In order to survive, a lot of people must be eaten.His memory is already a little fuzzy, and he can't remember the original ideal clearly.

Don't forget the original intention, only then will you always be.But many people, on the road of travel, forget their original intention

The great magician named Maqili Zorgen, for what to save the world, to save mankind in pursuit of immortality.But that purpose, with countless turns, became blurred.

So he exhausted all methods to prolong his life. In the end, he forgot his original dream and became a monster who gave up his body and only wanted to live forever, a disgusting existence on the verge of death.

"I, what did I do ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" The handsome man hit the ground with his head hysterically, although it was futile.

His hysterical dry howling, after the most shocking despair and contrast, he had to vent the pain of his head about to explode through the unconscious noise of his throat.

The great contrast and pain between the good wishes at the beginning and the evil deeds after deviating from the original heart caused great contrast and pain. I tried my best to get nothing but contaminate myself with evil deeds and degenerate into a demon.

Is there anything more hopeless than this?

Li Zihan didn't know, but he saw Jiantong Zouyan, no, Maqili Zorgen's expression of extreme despair, and he knew that this was indeed a terrible thing.

Take it as a warning.Li Zihan remembered the tragedy of Maqili Zorgen.

"Senior Maqili Zorgen." The boy knelt down and said seriously to the wailing man, "Do you want to die?"

Maqili Zorgen didn't make a sound. He really didn't want to live anymore. He extended his life time and time again, but all he got was despair and depravity.

"Have you ever thought about the future?" Li Zihan pulled Maqili Zorgen's hair and forced him to raise his head. This man who used to travel across northern Europe didn't even dare to look anyone in the eye. "First of all, the Holy Grail you built by yourself is not a universal wish-granting machine. Secondly, it is now polluted, and the evil of mankind is accumulated in it. Once it is leaked, it will plunge this city into despair."

"If you commit such a crime, you want to die. It's too cheap for you." Li Zihan's pupils showed a man in embarrassment who was escaping the truth, and Maqili Zorgen looked at the man in confusion. Unfamiliar reflection, speechless.