The magicians felt this aura for the first time, and they all understood one thing: the young man standing in front of them was not a magician. However, the boy is not a monster or a doll, his body and mind are completely human.
Instinct told the magicians that the boy was different from what they saw "ahead".
They never understood what the young man named Frater Eskaldes was looking at.
Although the Berserker felt it in the past few days, he did not say it out loud. Because he knew that Flatt was not the kind of person who could be divided into good and evil.
As if to prove the berserker’s idea, Flatt continued in a tone without any kindness or malice:
"To kill them casually, wouldn't it be pitiful and wasteful?"
The magicians tensed up with fear.
Only the Berserker noticed that when Flatt said this, a look similar to loneliness appeared on his face.
——At this moment, there are still 20 hours left before Bennett releases the Noble Phantasm.
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Meanwhile, the alleys of downtown Snowfield.
"Human beings are really careless about life now. It looks so pitiful."
In an alley slightly away from the high-rise buildings, although there were still some pedestrians before dawn, the security was obviously not good at all. Filia—to be precise, "something" attached to Filia stood in the alley and murmured her thoughts in a low voice.
"Is it rash?" Filia responded to a female magician who was following her, looking timid.
Seeing that the other party was cautious, Filia shrugged easily and continued: "Yes, should we say that they are careless, or are they in a hurry to reincarnate? It is indeed good to immerse in the fleeting happiness, but since there is this Opportunity, why not fully enjoy this moment?"
Filia's eyes looked at the drunken and noisy men, as well as the fierce gangsters who were very suitable for this alley.
"That man is inhaling strange herbal smoke into his body, and the one over there is smelling of blood. It doesn't matter if he is drunk to death, but since he is going to die, he should die more beautifully."
Filia's outfit stood out in this alley.
She has long, transparent silver-white hair, and a pair of bright red eyes shining beautifully against the snow-white skin.
That extraordinarily perfect face seemed to have been carved artificially, and now under the influence of "something", it was revealing the brilliance of humanity along with vivid emotions.
"Hey, little girls, it's so late to come to a place like this..."
"Don't block the road. Seeing as you didn't say any dirty words, I'll forgive you this time and disappear or die."
Since entering this alley, Filia has been accosted by gangsters several times. But Filia just looked at the gangsters and made them fall to the ground frothing at the mouth.
The girl magician walking behind her understood why they fell.
Because Filia condensed the too strong magic power in her body to a level that even ordinary people without magic circuits could perceive, causing a strong shock to the brains of the gangsters.
"Internal magic power (Od), external magic power (ana), or a principle that is different from these two concepts?"
The torrent of magic power swirling around the opponent shrouded the girl magician's heart in fear.
The young magician could feel the huge magic power surrounding Filia, but what really frightened her was that the magic power stayed within a radius of about three meters with Filia as the center, forming a semicircular magic shield. .
To be more specific, the magic shield did not leak any magic power. Magical energy, with Filia as its core, circulates continuously like a small planet model.
The man in front of me is not a magician.
She is the Einzbern cyborg Filia. Although the girl knew her identity through intelligence in advance, now she only retains
That appearance, but inside, is neither a cyborg nor a magician, and is even different from ordinary heroic spirits.
The young magician couldn't help but feel timid when faced with this completely unknown thing. "Something" wearing Filia's appearance said to her: "You are the same, Harley. Although self-sacrifice magic is not uncommon in my era, at least you must sacrifice it happily, otherwise others will look at it. I feel very sad.”
Hearing Filia's words, the young magician Harley felt like her heart was being seen through, and her body couldn't help but tremble.
Harley Bolzak——
A lone magician who does not belong to the Clock Tower, but his skills in black magic (itchcraft) are top-notch. For a certain purpose, she used magic to enter the United States of America, and was later taken in by Francesca.
Black magic comes with sacrifice. Harley is a heretic. She uses her own flesh and blood as a living sacrifice and has never cursed anyone else, so she is the best at using "curse backlash". But her magician qualifications are still among the very high ones.
Although she was an excellent magician and was proud of her use of magic, she developed an extremely strong hatred for the "magic world" because of something.
In order to destroy the magic world, Harley accepted the deal proposed by Francesca. If she successfully obtains the Holy Grail, she will use the power of the Holy Grail to invalidate all the concealment work intentionally done by the magic world.
In this way, the general public will be aware of the existence of magic, and the mystery of magic will be weakened, thus making magicians far away from the "source", and even the concept of magic may disappear from the world.
With these thoughts in mind, Harley participated in the Holy Grail War - but the summoned Berserkers attacked her, causing her to be seriously injured and on the verge of death. At this moment, Harley was rescued by "something" possessing Filia. It was such a wonderful fate that Harry walked into an alley with poor security before dawn.
A good magician is not afraid of a gangster or two. If you are a high-level magician such as Clock Tower's "Dian Wei" or "Color Position" and have specialized combat abilities, you will have no problem dealing with a mob group or an ordinary small army. As for the very small number of magicians who have enhanced their combat skills to the highest level, they can even challenge the army of a small country by themselves as long as they use strategies and tactics appropriately.
Although Harley is an excellent magician, she is not suitable at all for participating in direct combat. If you use a familiar, you can drive away a hundred gangsters. But if someone suddenly stabs her from behind with a dagger and injures her vital parts, then even if the magic seal has a recovery function, she will have to face death.
Therefore, for Harley, the servant is both her shield and her spear. But the heroic spirit she summoned was a mad warrior who had lost her mind. She had no idea how far the other party could obey her orders.
But... Harley looked at Filia. "Something" inside the android easily subdued the berserker. It looked to Harley like she was dealing with a puppy.
With Filia's intervention, Harley officially concluded a contract with the Berserker, but Harley still could not regard the Berserker she summoned as her servant.
Harley moved her gaze to the top of her head and looked at "it" following them - the robot hero seemed to be a fusion of a robot spider and a lion, exuding a strange aura. It did not become a spirit, but crawled around on the wall of the building like a giant spider that only appeared in movies.
Not only was there no magic reaction from the mechanical doll, but there was also no sound, so people in the building were not seen panicking.
Seeing Harley's surprised expression, Filia told her proudly: "Don't worry, I have blocked all its breath and figure, so only you and I can see it."
Although Filia said it lightly, Harley understood how much ability it took to achieve this level, and she was once again afraid of the person in front of her.
A whole day has passed since meeting Filia, and Harley still doesn't know her identity and purpose.
The injuries Harley sustained while summoning the Berserkers have been healed by Filia. But in order to make up for the lost ritual, repair the damaged magic circuit, and most importantly, to collect intelligence on the surroundings,
Harley has been hiding in her magic workshop.
Filia went somewhere unknown and disappeared until midnight before returning. She muttered, "Out of curiosity, I traveled to many countries in one day yesterday... I found that although the world has become more beautiful, it is also very boring. But compared to my time, there are many things worthy of praise." While grabbing Harley's hand and forcefully taking her outside.
Harley has never known how to resist others, so she has been unable to speak, but finally she mustered up the courage to ask: "Excuse me...where are we going?"
"Do you even need to ask? Of course I'm going to the other servants." "Huh?"
Harley was stunned for a moment.
Seeing this, Filia tilted her head in disbelief and said, "Didn't you participate in this Holy Grail War? I just want to help you a little and let you win. This is consistent with my purpose."
"Could it be that...you want to break into other masters' base?"
"Yes, there is a row of workshops right in front of here. They are quite big but a little dirty. To be honest, I don't want to go near a place full of smoky smell."
The "thing" inside Filia sighed softly, looked up at the slightly white sky, and said to herself:
"But I can't stand the mess in my yard... I need to clean it up quickly."
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At the same time, the police station.
Orlando, the man who commanded the Snowfield Police Force, cut off the sharing of feelings with his Servant, the Warlock.
Because he felt that there was no reconnaissance work for the servants to do, and there was no need to tell the servants the information.
Although this made it impossible for Orlando to see the servant's spiritual world and past memories through dreams, he didn't think it was necessary.
The "fake" warlock summoned by Orlando - Alexandre Dumas (Alexander Dumas) is now making a Noble Phantasm in a place far away from the police station, or in other words, tampering with the Noble Phantasm. Since the two of them did not share feelings, they could not use telepathy, and their communication basically relied on the phone.
It has been almost a day since the stalker's attack. The police camp headed by Orlando finally readjusted their position, but fell into new chaos.
The police received news that "diseases spread among animals" and "mental illnesses that suddenly started shouting that they cannot leave the city" were occurring in the city. As police officers maintaining law and order, and as the party behind the Holy Grail War, they are desperately trying to sort out the information collected from both parties.
At this moment, Orlando's cell phone rang with a call from Alexandre Dumas.
"Hey, brother! You answered the call pretty fast! Are you staying up late?"
"Well, I haven't had a good night's sleep since I summoned you."
"Haha! If you have time to ridicule me, you might as well summon Hippolyte Duran. He is very capable. After all, he built my house!" You should have heard of the name of the Count of Monte Cristo Castle. Right? But that place already belongs to someone else.”
"Of course I've heard of it. It's now a museum commemorating you."
It was a mansion built on the Île-de-France. It was so luxurious that people could mistake it for a small castle. It was built by Alexandre Dumas at his peak. It can be said that this luxurious house overlooking the Seine Valley symbolizes the peak of Alexandre Dumas' life.
"Yes, I was shocked after checking it out. The home I sold when I was penniless was actually transformed into my memorial hall, and it is still preserved to this day!"
"You have to thank the fans who have loved your works from generation to generation."
"You're right. But I didn't expect that they would even hang my mistress's portrait. Now, whether it's the work, the house, or my mistress, none of it belongs to me. Anyway, it doesn't matter if it makes the people who like that place happy. Let’s build that house in vain.”
"The work and the house are okay, but mistresses... are not recommended in modern values."
The magician turned a deaf ear to Orlando's sarcasm and continued: "The point is that the writing room built near the house... People around him call it 'I
Fort. Although it is a bit excessive to regard the room where the author retreats to write as a prison island, but thanks to this writing room, my writing efficiency has improved so much. "
"You don't want to go back and forth between France and this city, do you?"
"Really, I've been dead for more than a hundred and thirty years, and I didn't expect that people haven't even invented a machine that can move instantly."
"Teleport from here to France - that's not magic at all, but the realm of magic." After saying that, Orlando thought for a while and asked, "But... you will name your home 'The Castle of the Count of Monte Cristo. It seems that you are really satisfied with that work. Or was it the people around you who called that name first?"
"Who knows, maybe I called it that because I wanted to ridicule someone, but no one came to me to complain during my lifetime. Forget it, this kind of thing is not important, right?"
Seeing Dumas change the subject in a very rare and abrupt manner, Orlando reluctantly acquiesced. Because he also felt that as a half-time chat, they chatted a little longer.
"Then what? Why did you call me specifically?"
"Ah, yes, didn't that vampire destroy several people's Noble Phantasms? I figured out how to repair them."
"This is really good news. I will let others do as usual..."
"Stop it. I don't need any errands, but I'd like to ask you for a few people."
Hearing Dumas' words, Orlando frowned and asked, "Listen to your tone...you don't want a woman as usual, do you?"
"Well. I want you to bring the selected police squad - Clan Calatin - to me. Not everyone needs to come, but I want the kind of people who have a firm determination to live. Ah, Count the people whose precious phantoms were destroyed, including the little brother whose right hand was eaten."
"..."
The Servant's proposal made Orlando hesitate. Although the members of Twenty-Eight Monsters also knew about Alexandre Dumas' existence, he could not immediately judge whether it was a good thing for the two parties to meet directly.
A few days ago, Orlando would not have allowed Dumas to meet with his men unless necessary, and Dumas had no special intention of meeting them.
But judging from the current situation, some changes are indeed needed.
"I heard... you don't need to meet the user directly to make a Noble Phantasm?"
"Yeah. Meeting the user will not make the Noble Phantasm stronger. Ordinary humans and Noble Phantasms are not compatible. It is not my job to adjust the feel of the weapon."
Not only did Alexandre Dumas answer quite simply, but he also took the initiative to reveal the answer before Orlando asked "Why?": "I am just an audience this time, and providing you with the lowest level of help is considered as my ticket price for watching the show. "
"ah?"
"It's just... Since I am an audience member, I have to act like an audience member. When I see the actor in the photo, I have to buy a bunch of flowers or two to show my support for him."
What Dumas said made Orlando think for a moment. Orlando first let out a long sigh, and after a few seconds of silence, he said with determination: "Okay. But before they become magicians, they are my important subordinates first. You have to promise me , I will never mess with their magic circuits and spirits."
"I'm not a magician like Eliphas Levi or Paracelsus. Do you think I have that ability?"
"Whether Eliphas is an official magician recognized by the Magic Association is still up for debate...but being able to impart 'heritage' to a weapon with the qualities of a Noble Phantasm to create a Noble Phantasm - this is not something that an incompetent person can do. ." "Okay?? I may affect their destiny. But don't worry about this little thing. I will try my best to change their destiny in a good direction."
Orlando wanted to give some advice to the shameless Dumas, but in the end he swallowed his words and ended the call hastily.
"Sorry, I have a little problem here. You can tell me later when to let my subordinates go over."
"Haha! You really don't even have time to rest! Brother,
Get your stomach medicine ready! Speaking of which, there are really a wide variety of modern stomach medicines, which is so interesting! Remember to take care of your stomach, bye! "
After hanging up the phone, Orlando looked aside. Standing there was a member of the Twenty-Eight Monsters who was also his secretary, handing him a report.
Orlando nodded silently and read the report again.
The content of the report is that the Einzbern family's androids have appeared in the city and are acting together with a magician brought by Francesca - the master of the true servants.
What concerned him more was where the two of them were going.
Orlando had heard about the masters arranged by Francesca and Faldius in advance, and they participated in the Holy Grail War as pawns of their own camp.
Khasura, who planned to summon the Swordsman, was killed by the Rogue.
The magician mercenary Sigma only communicates with Faldius.
The little princess of the Lusendra family, Doris Lusandra, was not captured by the police surveillance network. This family is proficient in enhanced magic, and it is said that they have even abandoned the concept of human beings.
Therefore, Harley's traces became an extremely valuable achievement. However, her situation with the Einzbern androids was not optimistic.
Was she brainwashed or coerced? No, considering Harley Bolzak's background, it's possible that she made some kind of deal to switch sides. Harley is not a very powerful magician, so as long as she remains vigilant about killing with curses, there will be no problem. But in this aspect, besides her, there are other people who need to be alert, so Orlando and the others have already formulated several countermeasures.
So, the question is locked on one point - what kind of heroic spirit did Harley summon?
Although the "higher-ups" will tell Orlando about the master's information, they will not also notify who summoned what heroic spirit. In the eyes of the higher-ups, the Twenty-Eight Monsters must also be considered abandoned.
However, among the masters participating in this Holy Grail War, Orlando still knows clearly where the base of magicians who need to be constantly vigilant is.
According to his speculation, the destination where Harley and the Einzbern androids were going was the base of a certain magician.
"Industrial Park...Are they going to find the demons of the Scladio family?"
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Bazdilot Cotilio would consciously refuse to dream.
He exerts suggestions on himself, causing his body and brain to enter light sleep and deep sleep respectively. Taking a nap of just a few minutes at a time can keep you active for a long time.
This short-term sleep that utilizes the dismantling of consciousness is one of the simple magic tricks widely used among magicians. It is also a means to ensure that when an enemy appears, one can act immediately as soon as he wakes up.
However, dismantling consciousness is equivalent to committing suicide, and only a handful of people often use this method.
I heard that in addition to this method, many magicians and mercenaries in the world also use various other sleep techniques. But Bazdilot hates dreaming, so he doesn't like light sleep (rapid eye movement sleep). xь.
Because of this, Bazdilot found it strange.
At a certain moment, he suddenly realized that he was dreaming.
Surrounded by a sea dyed golden by the setting sun.
The huge ship split two white waves and moved slowly on the sea, and he was sitting on this ship.
Bazdilot soon understood: this was not a dream, but a phenomenon of memory sharing, composed of magic power and another person's intelligence.
The line of sight was also much higher than usual, and Bazdilot had to lower his head to see the blond man in front of him.
With an arrogant smile on his lips, the man said:
"Why am I not afraid of you? Do you even need to ask? Of course it's because I am a sage and have wisdom beyond God."
Bazdilot believed that this was the memory of Alcides, the servant who received his magic power.
After calming down and observing, Bazdilot discovered that the blond man seemed to be speaking the language of the ancient Aegean Sea. But I don’t know if it’s because the heroic spirits have accepted the modern knowledge given by the world, or because
Affected by the Master's magical connection, in Bazdilot's mind, those languages became the languages he usually used.
The owner of the memory—or the container named Alcides—is standing on a ship, and its luxury does not seem to be something that can be created by ancient technology. In addition, there are several figures around.
Although Bazdilot was seeing other people's memories now, he could still feel that the people around him were exuding amazing magic power. He thought that for ordinary people, just sharing such memories would be mentally damaging.
"Human beings are basically brainless. The king is the leader of idiots chosen from idiots. That's why the country has been unable to unify, wars have broken out one after another, and people continue to starve. Therefore, humans like me must To gain strength and honor.”
However, in terms of "power", the blond man giving a speech in front of him was no better than the people around him.
Although he seemed to be blessed by something, after further analysis after increasing his sensory sensitivity, he felt that the magic on him was like the magic of the ship itself.
"Those guys who are afraid of you are also hopeless idiots. Because of this, they cannot understand you as a monster. They clearly don't understand you, but they want to use you, so they praise you as a hero while trembling with fear. While praising you very much. What a group of inferior creatures. You know there is a group of ignorant guys, right? Not only do they sacrifice to the messengers of God, but they even offer living sacrifices to man-eating wolves that are not even monsters. .In my opinion, there is no difference between these two types of people.”
The man said these words in a loud voice, and the feeling was more like a belief that his words were the only truth and "as it should be" than being narcissistic.
The reactions of the people around him varied. Some people nodded repeatedly with bright eyes, while others smiled bitterly with expressions like "It's starting again." As for the female archer standing at the bow of the ship, she exuded a beast-like aura and cast a suspicious look at the blond man, as if she was looking at something strange.
I don’t know if the man didn’t feel these gazes, or if he did, he didn’t want to pay attention to them. I just heard him continue:
"My country...the country I founded is very different. I will educate all my citizens, build a school more luxurious than that stable, and teach my knowledge to thousands of people. Everyone can read and write. , no one will be deceived by female businessmen. But even so, they probably can't reach my height, so I can only make up for their shortcomings."
——What a talkative man.
Bazdilot was not impressed by the man's speech.
The real listener, Alcides, remained silent as the other person continued to talk.
"It doesn't matter. I am going to be the king, so I have been mentally prepared for this level of labor. As long as everyone obeys my orders honestly, I will give everyone corresponding rewards and a prosperous country, a A country that makes people feel at ease. In this country... listen, in this country, no one will be afraid of you!"
Alcides was about to say something, but was interrupted by the blond man.
He opened his arms, as if to express that his words represented the will of the world, and said categorically:
"Because everyone understands that you are my subordinate, my friend, and my possessions."
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Just then, Bazdilot woke up.
He looked around and looked at the magic workshop built underneath the meat processing plant. It was still as simple and shabby as usual.
Bazdilot first made sure he was still sitting on the chair, then took out his pocket watch and glanced at the time. Exactly five minutes have passed since I fell asleep.
He was silent for a moment, recalling the scene he had just seen, and then slowly said the result of his inference: "It turns out that man is the captain of the Argonaut."
As soon as he finished speaking, part of the magic workshop began to shake, and the thick magic power condensed into a human shape.
Alcides released his spiritual state and asked Master Bazdilot: "What do you mean?
What do you mean?"
"Maybe because our magic channels are connected, I was invaded by your memory. I saw a self-respecting boy on a ship talking endlessly, talking about the Utopia and other nonsense. "
Bazdilot spoke openly about what he saw and heard and how he felt about it.
Hearing this, Alcides was silent for a while, then laughed softly, shook his head as if he was nostalgic for the distant past, and said: "Utopia... the one who would talk such nonsense on the ship must be that boy. "
"A boring man. Now he is just a fool who overestimates his capabilities. He will only be used by people like us until there are no bones left and then thrown away. Why would a great hero like you be on the ship of a man like that? Become a crew member?"
In a calm tone, Bazdilot expressed his evaluation and doubts about the captain of the Argonaut.
Alcides answered without thinking: "That man is the embodiment of stupidity. He embodies all the weakness and distortion of human beings. And even when facing his companions, he often says, 'I am the only one who can make the most use of you. , Atalanta has always treated him with a cold shoulder."
Atalanta, the legendary huntress who aboard the Argonauts with Alcides. Hearing her name, Bazdilot speculated that it should be the female archer who appeared in the scene just now.
"But... that man told the same dream equally to me, who was regarded as a monster, to the queen of Lemnos, and even to the seaside monster who could understand human language. He told them the same dream without distinction. His goal is not a god, but a king. No, maybe in his heart, there is no difference between the two."
Although Alcides' words were excessive, they were not meant to be insulting.
"This pathetic man has even forgotten the teachings of our common teacher, Chiron, and is only trying to satisfy his own desires. However, his stupid dream is true."
Alcides told the story of the captain of the Argonaut, as if he were recounting a dream he had had.
"Among the humans I have met, this man covered in mud, water and desire is the most humane. What can defeat me is not the curse sent down by God or the fire of thunder, but the destruction of my soul by that kind of human When burned by endless greed."
"From your tone, this seems to be your expectation."
"Of course, but I want to get my revenge first."
Then, Alcides talked about the glorious ship he was on - the Argonauts.
"That ship is the real devil's cave. There is a bright light on the surface, but inside it is filled with destruction, desire, betrayal and all the sins of mankind. Including the captain, there must be no one on that ship who can't kill me. .vice versa."
"You seem to have a special affection for that ship."
Hearing this slightly sarcastic remark from the other party without any expression, Alcides told the story of the captain's end without comment.
"I heard that the man lost everything in the end, and was smashed into a pulp by the wreckage of the ship that shared the same joys and sorrows with him... Or maybe this was the only sincere mercy given by that capricious ship."
Alcides' expression of deep emotion surprised Bazdilot.
"I didn't expect him to talk so much, but I don't think he is a man who likes to talk about the past..."
Alcides held the bow and tapped it gently on the floor.
Sharp blows sounded from the ground, and Alcides' murderous intent burst into the air. The air in the workshop immediately became cold and the earthquake trembled violently.
"I just said all this to express my thoughts to you fairly. Because I don't want to be slandered and said that I am like those lawless people who claim to be gods, killing people unreasonably."
"...What do you want to say?"
Even though he was surrounded by Alcides' murderous intent, Bazdilot still did not waver.
If it were an ordinary person, under such pressure, the body would probably collapse before the spirit. Al
Cades lowered his voice and gave a "loyal word" to his master: "Although he is a fool, arrogant, self-indulgent, and hopeless...but he is also my friend. You have not been on that ship, so I won't You are allowed to despise him so nonchalantly."
This is direct intimidation. Bazdilot believed that if he dared to say one more word that looked down upon the captain, Alcides would attack him mercilessly.
"I see, I understand. I won't apologize, but I can promise you that I will never bring up this topic again."
After a brief silence, Alcides suppressed his murderous intent and turned his back to Bazdilot.
Looking at Alcides' back, Bazdilot understood why that meaningless conversation scene flowed into his consciousness through the magic channel.
Because on that ship, the man named Alcides was not treated as a "son of god", but as a "human being". It was a rare time for him.
The only other time he was seen as human was probably in his childhood, or with his doomed wife and children.
The traces of the human being "Alcides" surfaced and accumulated like stepping stones, and he became what he is today.
What a twisted story.
The culprit who twisted the other party - Bazdilot thought so, with neither sympathy nor contempt in his heart. In order to make better use of the other party in the future, he kept the conversation in mind.
In other words, is that captain really a hero?
Bazdilot slightly improved his evaluation of the blond man and thought about his future plans. At this moment, a communication from the above-ground branch of the meat processing plant came through the communication device in the workshop.
"What's wrong?" Bazdilot asked coldly.
The subordinate on the first floor, who was also a magician, replied in a voice that sounded like a scream: "It's Einzbern! Einzbern's android is here..."
The men's words stopped abruptly. A strong noise came immediately, and the call was interrupted after hearing what sounded like a person falling to the ground.
Bazdilot stood up without saying a word and looked at the stairs leading to the ground.
Alcides also noticed something was wrong. He held his bow and whispered: "There is only one breath, but there seems to be something else."
Is this a hero's intuition or something similar to the mind's eye?
Alcides believed that the faint aura he sensed was not the same person who brought down Bazdilot's men.
Soon, his idea was proved——
"Click, click..." The footsteps of two people came down slowly from upstairs.
A few seconds later, a female creature first appeared in the workshop. Her snow-white skin and long silver-white hair were very eye-catching. What appeared next was a girl who looked like a magician, huddled up as if to hide behind the female cyborg.
At this moment, Bazdilot and Alcides finally understood that the reason why they did not sense the aura of the Einzbern homunculus was because she allowed magic to circulate around her.
The magic shield is formed by strong magic power and has a radius of several meters. Seeing this, Alcides silently held his bow, while Bazdilot asked calmly: "Einzbern doll, what are you doing here?"
Contrary to Bazdilot, who had almost no emotions, the face of the female creature showed a happy look, and answered with a soft smile: "Oh, why do you look like you are covered in mud... You are no longer a Human beings.
"Then...even if I kill you and that twisted heroic spirit, it won't matter, right?"
That dim world is filled with a rich forest atmosphere.
Several huge cedar trees as high as tall buildings towered into the clouds, as if they were not allowing new shoots to breathe, covering the vast land with dark branches and leaves.
In this darkness, a darker shadow was pushed down.
Although its appearance has a deep earth-like color, its interior is full of powerful magic and the brilliance of life.
clods like slime mold
It squirmed like a worm, and various "languages" were repeated inside.
To be precise, it is not even a language, but a collection of "wills" that are allowing the newly born earth soul to remember what it is.
- Pierced, then sutured.
——You are the spear that penetrates everything, the wedge that stitches together the world.
——You have the qualifications to become a perfect doll, and you also have this obligation.
——You are what we put in order to restrain the arrogance on earth. You are our first and last mercy.
——Let the human race remember their own responsibilities. And you are the one who leads them.
- Pierced, then sutured.
——But you have to learn first.
——You need to know.
——What is human beings?
——In the Forest of Enlil, Utu created "perfect human beings". - Look, say it, and then imitate the shape.
——Afterwards, Ninurta will give you power.
——Before being thrown into the Forest of Uruk, you must coexist with the "people" raised by Utu.
——Become a perfect doll.
——You are the clod that imitates all life.
——Go talk to humans.
- Pierced, then sutured.
Countless words passed from the world into the core of the clod.
The soil is just staying in the shadow of the forest quietly, and the order of the discourse is constantly looking for -we must understand human beings, and we must see the "perfect humans" raised by Wutu.
Soon, the air in the forest became particularly cold- "That thing" suddenly appeared in front of the soil.
The "discourse" echo inside the soil is becoming more excited. The instinct of the soil tells it that this is "perfect human".
There is no gender of the soil, but simply exists in the forest. At this moment, it realizes "that thing" -
Endless complaints, like hate all things in the world forever.
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In the forest.
"What's wrong? You seem to have been talking about dreams?" En Qi asked to the silver wolf as the Lord, gently stroking its back.
The silver wolf slowly opened his eyes. After seeing the familiar forest around, it seemed to be relieved, using his head to pinch the capital.
After hearing the silver wolf yelled a few times, Exture's face sank slightly, and said in a sorry tone from the bottom of my heart: "Really ... that must be my memory before birth. Sorry, let you have it. A terrible experience. "
After speaking, Enqi closed his eyes quietly. For him now, things of that era have long been a distant past.
While recalling, he whispered like he said to himself.
"Either Wutu, or other gods ... Except for Ishtar and Eleshkiol, they firmly believe that 'she is the perfect humans. No ... if I met' she met I didn't know Shan Han and Gil, maybe I would believe it so much. "
Seeing Enci's grief eyes, the silver wolf yelled gently, as if comforting him.
Enqi smiled at the silver wolf, and then looked up at the starry sky that was slightly different from the slightly different, and expressed the future of the "gods".
"Maybe from that moment, it is doomed to say goodbye to the Babylonianians."
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The top floor of the hotel crystal hill.
"Hmm ... this level is far less than the king's room in Uruk."
"Really ... I think it is beautiful enough." Tini Chelk made emotions in surprise, but made her follower, the hero king Gilgamesh admitted with some displeased: "Of course, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this However, what is taken from the treasure house of this king, no matter which furniture is the highest. However, the air in this era is not worthy of the treasure of the king. And this room is too small, so
The number of furniture cannot show Uruk's glory and wealth. "
Gilgamesh looked at the royal suite and expressed his dissatisfaction, but in fact, the room was very different from the appearance a few hours ago.
Although the glass windows in the room were crushed due to the attacker of Alcatus, after all, this is the highest -level room in Snoverne, both furniture and beds are first -class products. Teni usually lives in a remote village in the desert, so for her, this royal suite can be called another world. However--
In the evening, Gilgamesh tells the story of the construction of the Uruk City Wall. At first, when I was able to complete the city of Uruk, I suddenly said that I would like to change the room.
He seemed to suspect that Tini and others still knew nothing about Uruk's beauty, so he ordered the group of black people under Tenie to "move all the furniture to the corridor." After that, he took out various decorations in the Babylonian era from the treasure house.
Teni was shocked by those beautiful items.
The carpet makes people feel the illusion of stepping on the cloud. The table seems to be carved by stones, and the tableware placed on it exudes the light she has never seen before.
Even if you do n’t do it well, you will be ridiculed into the countless golden decorations that are “no taste”. They are also designed to be very harmonious with the surrounding atmosphere. With a simple beauty, like a golden -colored wheat field concentrated and concentrated Done.
One of the black men originally felt that "the armor of the hero Wang Ping is the most shiny", but when he thought of saying this, he would probably be dead, so he swallowed this sentence with cold sweat.
There are also those lapigraphic stones, although not rare in the gem, but Tini feels that it is different from what she had seen before.
The surface of the stone is wrapped in transparent blue, exuding the light of the white waves, making people feel that there seems to be a real sea in the stone.
As long as the stones are broken, the sea will rush out, and the star and life will be born -if Gilgamesh says, Tini should think about it.
Even if there was a huge gem in the room, Gilgamesh still said "not enough".
"Still it should be from the most basic palace ... no, start from the whole city. What do you think, Tini?"
"If such a city is built, we will not dare to move in awe."
"What stupid words. Can you stand on the road, have no relationship with the people of Uruk." Gilgamesh denied Tini's statement and looked down at her. "From the perspective of the king, everyone They are all equal ***. The difference between the nobles of the background does not even have a thickness of a gold foil. The Uruk people identified by the king are people who develop the wilderness with their own will. "
After saying this, he seemed to think of Uruk's people, and saw that his expression softened slightly, and continued: "Among them, there is a rejuvenated country. Actually dare to yell at the king angrily. Although her faith has blocked the goddess (Ishtar), this king is very puzzling, but in terms of the people of the king, her existence is also qualified. "
"There are still people ..."
"It's not just her. Each of the people of Uruk is desperate to live, but it is not a kind of pain. Those who trust and admire the king are not just pleaded with villains. Everyone will die in the wilderness, and there is no need to be examined by the king. The era of the lives of the people of Uruk is like that. "
Speaking of which, Gilgamesh was bathing from the sun shining from the window and set his sight to Tini.
Teni has never closed his eyes, probably to use special magic to play his spirit. Gilgamesh said slightly, "You are going to bed in this king. Since you are born, you should naturally follow instincts."
As if I saw what Tani used, Gilgamesh said to his subordinates.
"But ... but king! You haven't slept, you have been working, how can I sleep myself?"
"Then the king ordered you to rest as the king. Even if it is not heavy
The subordinates who want, the king will not let her die, this will damage the prestige of the king. "
Even when it comes to this, Tini still hesitated. Gilgamesh stood up and said, "The king should say that it is your freedom to dedicate your body and mind to the king, but the king does not need an immature soul."
"No ... very sorry!"
Teni went to the bedroom after many thanks. Gilgamesh sent her figure to disappear in the dormitory, and then set her gaze to several black men in the room.
Seeing that the hero who usually regarded them as an unwillingness suddenly looked at themselves, and people in black could not help but nervous.
"You have worked hard too. Safe this immature little girl, presumably a bitter thing?"
"How ... how can we have never had it ..."
Gilgamesh looked at the first man who laughed and narrowed his eyes.
Another mouse.
As a hero, a tyrant, a wise king, and a hero, Gilgamesh has seen how many humans and do not know how many humans, and instantly see that this man is "inner feminine." But he didn't point out this, and he didn't even think of telling Tini with his mind.
Originally thought that ten mice would continue to increase in the future.
Gilgamesh sneered a few times in his heart, shook and reflected the cup of Chaoyang.
That is, they are not the king's ministers, but Teni's subordinates. How would she sanction the person with two hearts? It may not be aware of it until she was stabbed from behind ...
*** Ah, if you say that you are not a young child, show your heart to the king. This king will slowly examine your true value as the king.
Then, he said happily to himself with the sound that no one would hear, "***, if you are actually just a young child, then you only need to indulge in your dreams.
"Even if it is a nightmare, is it better than reality?"
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In a dream.
The morning light from the window made Qiu Qiu open his eyes.
"Mr. Hei, good morning!"
Her greetings made the black giant covering the entire ceiling happily moved.
Birds outside the window, kittens and puppies play together in the courtyard.
"Chun, good morning, it's time to eat breakfast."
The mother opened the door, and the grilled bacon aroma came downstairs. Chunlu's naive smile replied, "Good morning, mother! I get up now!"
For those living in Snofard, this is a scene that can be seen everywhere, but it is the most desire for Chun.
Today, ordinary daily life continues to start.
"Everyone really went out to play!"
After eating breakfast, the animals on the Tsubaka took a walk. She found that the situation on the street has changed a little before.
Occasionally there are vehicles passing by on the lane, and thin figures appear on the road.
Because Chun is basically staying at home, she has no one who knows except her family.
Even so, when there was no one on the street, Chun was shocked and scared. Thinking of the mood at the time, she thanked "Mr. Black" who was walking in the shadow again. .Ь.
"Mr. Hei, thank you. I was so scared at that time, and my stomach was hungry. If there was no you, I would definitely die."
Hearing the young girl, the shadow was just squirming slowly.
On the scarce road of people, a black shadow shakes leisurely in the shadow of the electric pole -how to think is the picture in the horror movie. Chun's face with innocence and innocence trust him wholeheartedly.
Chun didn't understand why he was so easy to accept this black alien.
Although Chun is still small, no, because she is still young, she will feel fear of instincts -but black heteroids can make Chun feel at ease inexplicably, so Chun has not been afraid of him from the beginning.
Chun has never doubted this, so no one will consider her close relationship with Black Shadow.
Until today.
"Hello, can I touch those kittens and puppies?"
Chun was shocked by a sudden greeting, and quickly turned his head.
I saw a strange teenager standing there.
He should be older than Chun. But in the eyes of adults, both of them belong to "young children."
"Hmm ... yes!"
Although Chun was a little confused, he agreed to be very simple.
She did not find that at the moment when the teenager appeared, the black shadow -pale knight seemed to be vigilant, and her body suddenly became much larger. When Chun smiled at the teenager, he seemed to be relieved and returned to the original size.
On the other side, the teenager's average action of the shadow. So after he found that the other party was relieved, he was relieved.
—— Ah, great, he treats me as a companion of Xiaochun. I can't fully read the movement of the system class, which is really nervous.
The teenager thought, stroking the puppy's face, and then showing a innocent smile to Chun.
"Gusta."
"That is……"
"My name is Jesta Carl Toror, please take care of it!"
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A magic workshop.
In the dim workshop, the main envoys behind the scenes lying on the bed and eating snacks intimately. They didn't know that a girl met with another child in a dream.
"Hmm ... this is so delicious, give me your share?"
"Eating too much will get fat."
"I am a hero, so I won't be fat-"
The advice of the girl Francisca was refuted by the warlock -like warlock -Francoisa Pruzti, which made him tear up the snack bag with a smile.
Francisca rolled his face "把" and said, "It's good to be a hero, do I want to see it? From now on, what's so powerful for Franciska's name? What do you think will I be a hero? "
"Probably merged with me. Because you are two people who are copied to the seat now, but the memory is the same, so" It is very problematic if you want to be a hero. Summon special circumstances in each era. "
Francisca chewed in Japan's gongs while chewing, and expressed his puzzle on Francois's words: "Is Alto be considered one of the special cases? ——Ah, I thought that if I could bully Alto, I could make it bad for Master. "
"I think Master's Master shows a little unhappy expression in Tarri, and those elves will not panic because of this."
"Really ... Yes, there are many things happening in the Fourth Holy Grail of Dongmu, but Master did not help in the end."
"They don't think it is necessary, and they can't go. If it is in Britain, it is possible. After all, there is no mystery in the world that can cross the sea and let Master cross the lake. Unless the fabrics of the world are peeled off the world (Texture) ... t? "
The two were originally in the tone of young men and women to talk about the incomprehensible content. There are countless displays around the bed, which is played in real time with the bases of the magicians under Francisca. Francova made a doubt at this time, and his hand stretched to the snacks also stopped in the air, his eyes fell on a display.
What he sees is the real -time vision image of the industrial park, where it is the location of the Bazdlortolo magic workshop.
In the picture, the chimney of the factory slowly collapsed -in the soil rising dust, an unusual alien figure appeared.
"What is that? Monster or big spider of crystal caves?"
Francova was sitting on the bed, staring at the display with interest.
It seems that the huge alien fought fiercely with Alcatus, setting off a storm near the factory.
"How can the spider get up now, it may be the British cat demon."
"Doesn't it look like a cat or a dog? Did anyone summon the giant or King Pixar?"
Francisca suddenly found a familiar figure in the corner of the picture, and saw the figures running away.
"Little Harry?"
Because it is a vision, Franciska does not see very clearly. But the next moment, the figure like a monster moved to Harry, which would block her rubble fragments.
Francisca realized that her chess pieces made the "monster" make trouble in Bazdalot's factory. Although I don't know the reason, it only made Francisca a intoxicating smile and excitedly grabbed the display.
"No ... No, no! It's amazing, Xiao Harry is too powerful! Obviously it is just a summary, but the summoned things are summoned! Is it really the hero? But the magic power is the power of the magic power? Isn't it too strange? Ah, the internal organs hurt as a needle! Oh, I like this kind of child who is unexpectedly! It's great! I have to give her a big hug, ask her to have a cake for a cake Bar!"
Contrary to Franciska, who was short of breathing and flushed his cheeks, the follower Francois protested against the royal owner in a wise tone.
"Hey -I can't see the screen!"
In this way, people ushered in the morning.
For the participants of the Holy Grail War, this morning is the beginning of the formal war.
For ordinary people in Sinofeld, this morning is the beginning of destruction.
