In the forest of Einzberen, the roar of ferocious beasts resounded throughout the world.

On the battlefield where the soldiers left, only the wounds were left, and the broken limbs of the dolls were scattered all over the field.

The young warrior, who was only half of his body, was lying on the ground dyingly, and his broken sword blade was inserted not far away.

Perhaps the fighting aura is too dangerous, and the wild wolves that have appeared from time to time in previous years have never appeared. Warriors don’t have to worry about losing their wolves’ mouths.

But even the power of moving gradually disappeared. Killer just tried to breathe smoothly, restrained the power of life, and waited almost indifferently to be rescued or died.

Finally, another sound rang out in the quiet forest.

In the darkness, white figures emerged like ghosts.

Masahide Kimura, this mysterious man, appeared again on the battlefield after the soldiers dispersed.

Humming a tune that no one could understand, he seemed to be taking a walk under the stars, walking slowly in the darkness.

It turned out that the suit that had become ragged during the battle was replaced, and the newly changed white suit was as neat as new.

After traveling on the battlefield for a long time, the boy finally found his target.

The lower limbs were crushed, the long knife broke, and the killer was lying helplessly on the ground.

But instead of going forward to help his Servant, he continued to search around and finally found the fantasy killer who was destroyed by the archer.

Kimura bent down, reached out and carefully picked up the scattered pieces, pulled out a white handkerchief from his pocket, wrapped all the pieces back into his arms.

After doing all this, he came to killer.

"Tsk tsk—Our Badaozhai turns out to be here, it's almost dawn. Don't you crawl back?"

Kimura stretched out his legs and kicked the young samurai's only half of his body, with an artificial expression of surprise.

"I'm sorry... lord, I'm down, lost to archer."

Killer opened his eyes with difficulty, apologizing to his master while struggling to move his body.

"Don't move, don't move, you have such a wound on your body, don't move around."

Kimura said to his servant with concern, and stepped on the killer's chest and stopped the young samurai's activities.

"snort--"

Killer sucked in with difficulty, trying to hold back the anger that was about to blurt out when he couldn't stand the pressure.

"What a useless prop, I still have such great hope for you-"

Kimura sighed leisurely, and his feet were getting more and more forceful, feeling the boy's body gradually unable to support his collapsed chest, Kimura's face showed the pleasure of abuse.

"You have always been the one who is the one who is most obedient to me. I thought you could also kill Archer in one breath, but I didn't expect your sword to hesitate."

"Silk--"

Killer's desperate eyes showed a hint of surprise, but he couldn't say a word.

"What did I tell you? You must concentrate on the sword and never show mercy. You must even forget the identity of a warrior. You only have murderous intentions in your heart. In this way, you are the strongest murderer."

Kimura finally let go of her feet, allowing the young samurai who could breathe to enjoy the relaxed air.

He squatted down to check Killer's injuries, and pushed aside the boy's long hair, Kimura found that Killer's left cheek had a long wound.

"It's true, I'm so hurt like this, even my face is exactly the same as that..."

Looking at the wound on killer's face, Kimura paused for a moment, a look of disgust appeared on her face, and then turned into a sarcastic smile.

"He wants to use the strongest bow and arrow to kill you, but you are determined to have a warrior duel, so you will hesitate to a long-range shooter, hoping that he can use his strongest ability and then kill him again, right?!"

"Lord, I am also a warrior..."

The long-haired boy with scarlet hair was gasping and explained to his lord.

Hearing this, Kimura suddenly stood up and kicked the samurai hard in the face. Killer shook in pain, and his neck was twisted so hard that it was almost broken.

"Bad, idiot, I spent so much money and so much effort. I don't want to listen to your words-!"

The boy in the white suit smiled grimly, and he stepped on Killer's right palm, and then crushed it hard.

"ah--"

The young warrior's half body twitched and almost bounced up, and his mouth was irresistible to cry out of his pain.

"Your sword, your hands, your flesh, your bones, and your soul are all given to you by me. Do you know how much I spent? Even the cheapest sword, I spent so much money and destroyed many wealthy families to get it-?!"

Killer's face turned pale and his mouth was crying in pain. The piercing pain came, making him unable to hear his lord's words clearly because Kimura was kicking Killer hard.

He stepped on Killer's right hand and kicked his upper right arm and armpit hard, making his only half of his body turn slightly under the lord's feet and blood.

"How long did it take me to get the approval of the Einzberen family to piece you together little by little--!"

Kimura staggered and maintained his balance, and the smile on his face became more and more ferocious in this kick game.

"And your soul, for this soul fragment, how much pain I have endured to warm you up and form--!"

The master who summoned three powerful Servant was not worried about the possible rebellion of the Servant.

"As a result, you actually made it like this for me-!"

"Bang————!"

Kimura kept kicking Killer's broken body, and suddenly the young samurai's body was kicked away. His right arm was still at Kimura's feet, but his body flew into the air.

The young warrior flew through dozens of meters in the sky, hit the ground and fainted on the spot.

After using super speed for a long time to fight, the young warrior's body became so fragile.

After venting happily, Kimura let out a long sigh of relief, and his hands were fumbled up and down unconsciously. It took a long time to remember that he had quit smoking in his life.

Kimura put down his hand boredly, walked leisurely to the killer who was lying on the ground, suddenly raised his foot, and stomped his heels on the left shoulder of the young warrior.

"Click--"

A slight sound of bone cracks sounded, Killer's body shook violently, and he woke up with a hoarse cry of pain.

The boy's consciousness was not yet clear, and an unbearable severe pain came from his left shoulder again. He opened his eyes and noticed who was the person in front of him who was giving him pain.

"Ha... lord, what do you want to do...ah--?"

Kimura continued to stomp killer's shoulder hard, while comforting the fallen warrior kindly.

"It's okay, please wait a moment, I'll finish it soon."

He stepped on Killer's left shoulder continuously. The young warrior's shirt had long been broken, and the skin on his exposed left shoulder was completely worn out, revealing his white bones under Kimura's trampling.

"Please don't, lord..."

The young warrior couldn't help but plead in his hoarse throat. His body suddenly bounced up and fell down. His left hand was waving hard, trying to stop the lord's atrocities.

"It's okay, close your eyes obediently. The bone is a bit hard, but I can take it off immediately."

Kimura continued to comfort his servant, shaking his right foot as he stepped on it and pushing away the killer's waving left hand.

"Master, please...please don't..."

Hearing his master's comfort, Killer struggled even more intensely, and his left hand took advantage of the opportunity to grab Kimura's right pant, and his wriggling body swayed with Kimura's swinging right leg.

"Obe obedient, let go of your hand, I'm for your own good. Look, your body is so injured, how can you kill people? I'll take them off now and replace them with new ones for you right away."

Perhaps the killer grabbed it too tightly. Kimura shook it several times but failed to shake it away. He decisively kicked the young warrior in the temple again, and took advantage of the killer's dizziness and pulled his foot out.

Kimura rushed up again in a mad manner, raised his right leg and stomped on the young samurai's left arm. Killer let out a weak wail, and his twisted body could not avoid Kimura's trampling.

"Ha--This bone is so hard, I didn't even remove it with such force. Killer, you are lazy with your left hand when you are using super speed."

After Kimura stomped a few more times, he finally gave up in a state of dismay. He wiped the fine sweat beads on his forehead and looked around and looked around to find other ways.

"Don't worry about killer, I have a better way and a useful tool."

Kimura first saw the broken half-sword body stuck on the ground in the distance. He hummed a song and came to the side of the sword excitedly, but it was difficult to get because there was no hilt.

The white boy hesitated for a while, gritted his teeth and finally took off his coat cruelly, and carefully wrapped it around the broken gap of the sword blade with his sleeves for a few times. After trying the feel, he pulled out the short sword with only half of it.

"Killer, I've found a useful tool! Hey... where are you going?"

Kimura turned around happily to announce the good news to his servant, but found that the killer had turned over and was trying to stretch his left hand, which was still moving, and tried to hold the ground and pull his body to squirm away from Kimura.

"Oh, look at yourself, you're so hurt that you're still moving around and shed so much blood. Do you know that it will make me very worried?"

Shaking his head helplessly, Kimura waved the semi-finished sword and walked a few steps quickly, easily heading in front of the killer. He looked down at the still squirming human figure, stretched his feet and turned his face upwards.

"Master, please forgive me. I will do my best to get the Holy Grail for the Lord. No matter what I want me to do, I will follow my lord's will..."

On the young man's pale face, cold sweat and tears kept flowing down. Never fear enveloped his soul, causing the strong warrior to wail and make a gesture of begging for mercy that he had never imagined before. While trembling and begging for mercy, he supported his left arm and wanted to retreat.

"Don't move, I'm for your own good. Look, there are no personal grudges between us. Will I treat you badly? Lying down and I'll help you solve the wound."

Hearing Killer's begging for mercy, Kimura's smile became brighter and brighter. He stretched out his legs and stepped onto the boy's trembling chest again.

The strength from somewhere came from, killer suddenly bounced from the ground, avoiding Kimura's raised leg, and grabbed Kimura's collar with his left hand.

"Please, lord, don't chop my arms again. I will listen to my lords for everything. Don't chop my arms."

Killer begged with tears in his eyes, and his dirty body cut a series of stains on Kimura's shirt.

"I'll come down quickly!"
To be continued...