In fact, these policemen are indeed ordinary humans holding Noble Phantasms. And these humans are gradually approaching Alcides.
It was impossible for the police not to be afraid, but they overcame this fear and wanted to block the Alcides called death.
"You have good courage. Your eyes are much more presentable than those of the bird brothers (Calais and Zetes) on the Argonauts."
At the moment Alcides raised his bow with a rare happy smile, intending to use all his strength to slaughter them all——
Someone appears to diffuse the tension.
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"
Loud laughter echoed down the main road.
The police and archers looked up into the sky and saw the golden archer - the Hero King Gilgamesh descending from the sky.
He looked at Alcides, who had grown horns and wings, with a smile on his face, and said, "This is really... how to put it, becoming very manly, ***! Even though you are a despicable *** *, but such a chaotic appearance is beyond my imagination!"
Gilgamesh landed on the bell tower of the church, overlooking the entire street, and said loudly as usual: "I saw that something wonderful was happening, so I came to see it. I didn't expect to see such a pleasant scene. I Now I understand, maybe you have the talent to be a clown."
It seems that Gilgamesh noticed the commotion in the hospital on the roof of Crystal Hill and came here to see the battle situation. Although the police knew he was at the top of the Crystal Hill, they had planned to operate in secret without alerting anyone, so Gilgamesh's appearance disrupted their efforts.
"You are here, mighty king."
Alcides grinned and drew his bow without paying any attention to the other party's provocation. Just when he was about to activate the Twelve Glories again——
The main road in the central region has welcomed a new uninvited guest.
"Hey - what's going on?"
A leisurely voice came from the shadow of the church. After hearing the news, the police saw a familiar face among the new people.
This group of people did not appear through special means, but came to the hospital in an extremely ordinary way. One of them was a swordsman, with blond hair mixed with red hair fluttering in the wind.
Alcides turned to alert, and Gilgamesh glanced at them, seemingly uninterested, without saying a word.
The swordsman looked at the two heroic spirits, the large hole on the ground, and the fallen policemen, and asked the baby-faced soldier beside him: "Don't you think there is a discrepancy with the information you heard? What about the secret operation that was agreed upon?"
The soldier he asked, Sigma, had no expression on his face and replied calmly: "The situation changed while we were moving."
"Really? Then there's nothing we can do."
When the hero and the soldier were asking and answering questions like daily chats, a hooded female stalker naturally appeared behind them.
When the police saw her, they all frowned in surprise - only one person on the hospital rooftop had a different reaction.
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"Hey, who are they?"
Seeing the appearance of the stalker, Jesta was about to scream with joy at this fate - but before speaking, she cast her eyes on the two men beside her.
The expression completely disappeared from his face, he glared at the two men and murmured, "Why are they around my stalker?"
The cold gaze was filled with pure anger, and the vampire continued quietly:
"And... why is the body of the beautiful stalker not tainted by my magic power?"
"Are you okay, Mr. Bennett! I will use the healing technique now..."
In the square behind the church, Flatt said at a loss. Bennett didn't answer him. He just felt the auras of the heroes gradually gathering and laughed.
Not only the archer, but also other heroic spirits who had never met before used this city as a stage, striding on it, and talking to each other.
Fight for their own legends.
Although Bennett laughed at himself in a low voice, it was ridiculous for a guy like him who was even given a name to be mixed in such a team, but there was still a glimmer of hope deep in his eyes.
"I see... I did come from hell. But this is a gentle hell."
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There was another hero who set off a little behind them, heading to the main road in front of the hospital.
It was his first time out since he was summoned, but he walked in the middle of the road with his head held high and a familiar attitude.
"Oh no, writers shouldn't be allowed to do manual labor." Alexandre Dumas complained, but he walked honestly towards the hospital.
Of course, Orlando didn't know this.
If he knew about it, he would definitely use a command spell to recall Dumas immediately.
However, Orlando was so busy after hearing about the murder of his subordinate that he had no time to care about Dumas's movements.
It is precisely because he knew this that Alexandre Dumas walked to the scene in person. When Alexandre Dumas reached a distance where he could see the entire battlefield from a distance, he stopped and stopped walking forward. He smiled his usual fearless smile and unfolded the long roll of paper that suddenly appeared in his hand.
"Since the actors are willing to show me their courage, then I will help them change their route a little bit." Alexandre Dumas looked at the policeman wearing a prosthetic leg, John, from a distance, and pursed his lips and smiled, "I won't let you just be responsible for the surprise. Characters. People like you... are the ones who should be heroes."
Alexandre Dumas was talking to himself while writing "story" on a long scroll of paper.
As a small bouquet, dedicated to his favorite actors.
"Gunners, challenge the windmill (usketeersasquerade)."
Even the actors themselves didn’t know what this story meant—at the same time, the tragicomedy stage quietly but without hesitation opened the curtain for the next scene.
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Early morning on the third day.
"The weather forecast will be broadcast next. The low pressure that occurred west of Las Vegas a few days ago——"
There was something banal coming from the TV. Citizens hurried to their places of work as the weather forecast for the next few days varied between good and bad. The city of Snowfield remains free of any alarming incidents.
Faldius is relatively satisfied with this result.
It has been confirmed that he can quell most unrest, and if it is larger, he can rely on Francesca to smooth over some of it.
"How to deal with the case in the hospital last night...Mr. Stalker should start assassinating Galvaroso..."
As soon as Faldius thought of this, he received a special secret communication. The news did not come from within Snowfield, but from his backers - the "real masterminds behind the scenes" - the special department in Washington.
"I am Faldius. General, what can I do?"
"Did you watch the news?"
The man known as the General made a deep male voice. Faldius heard the sound and looked at the news being broadcast in the city, but there was nothing important. So the channel was tuned to a wide-area program outside the city, and it was discovered that a strong candidate for the next president had died of illness.
"Sigh... Everyone says he must be the next president. It's really unlucky. However, this is not directly related to the general's department, right?"
"This matter...has nothing to do with you, right?"
"What do you mean?"
"Not just him, just yesterday afternoon, thirty-five people, ranging from big figures in the financial world, anchors of large media, to leaders of large parliamentary press corps, suddenly died of accidents or diseases. And all the people who died were Deep ties to the White House.
"The autopsy report proves that there is nothing suspicious about their deaths. Because of this, some people speculate that this coincidence cannot be unrelated to magic. At this time, it is understandable that some people will suspect that this matter is related to your ritual. Bar."
The general hinted to Faldius, "You are very suspicious." Then he sighed and ended the topic in a businesslike tone: "I haven't reported it to the president yet. If you know the new situation related to the Snowfield Ceremony, , contact me immediately."
This day later became known as "American Curse Day" and became an urban legend.
Faldius thought for a moment and investigated online alone. After connecting the death places of the thirty-five people on the map according to the time of death, it was found that they were connected in order from nearest to far, centered on Galvaroso Scladio's base camp. It was as if a god of death set out from Scladio's base camp, killing every target he saw as he walked.
Faldius could neither insist that "this has nothing to do with Hassan Sabah" nor was he thick-skinned enough to pretend that he had not seen anything.
The key is that Galvaroso is still in a state of uncertainty. Even if he died, Scladio's magicians could keep the matter hidden for the time being.
"Hassan...what exactly...are you doing...where?"
At this moment, Faldius finally realized two things: First, this "ritual" is no longer limited to Snowfield - its curse has begun to spread to the entire United States; second, Francesca may have started from a I have been looking forward to things developing to this point since the beginning.
Just when Faldius was in panic, the panicked voice of the newscaster gave him another blow.
"Continue to report the weather forecast to everyone. The low pressure that occurred west of Las Vegas is now rapidly intensifying and is expected to develop into a very large typhoon soon."
From the satellite images broadcast on TV, you can see a super large typhoon with a diameter of more than 800 kilometers.
"There is no precedent for such a situation in history——"
"A sandstorm has occurred in Death Valley National Park..."
"It is expected to go straight to Snowfield..."
"...We are really going in a straight line...Is this reasonable?"
"It's almost like a typhoon has a mind."
"Now is no time for joking."
A chaotic vortex of intelligence began to flow.
Faldius' intuition made him realize the truth. He looked at the ceiling in despair and murmured: "Who did this...? Which camp is it from? What on earth did this person... want to call" Come to this city (altar)..."
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Snowfield is twenty kilometers above the ground.
"Okay, come here quickly."
This super huge airship is Prelati's workshop.
Filia stood on the airbag and looked to the distant southwest.
In front of the semicircular horizon is a cloud that is huge even on the scale of the Earth. Filia looked at it and nodded with satisfaction: "Well, even though it was pulled from a branch that is not connected to anywhere, it shouldn't matter if it only disappears for a short time, right? I could probably do it at that time. Use a little power."
Like a beloved pet, she stretched out her hand to the clouds hundreds of kilometers away and said to it: "Don't worry, I won't take action before you arrive. Let's complete our revenge together, shall we?"
There was a smile on her face, but there was no trace of humanity. In a sense, this expression has a completely opposite sense of terror to Bazdilos.
Then, she looked down, and a murderous intention that could only be described as evil appeared in her smile: "Looking for revenge on those two... ungrateful and ungrateful guys."
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Francesca's workshop.
"The man on the airship is so scary——"
"Don't worry about her, it's not us she's staring at, but the two on the ground."
Although Francois comforted her, Francesca still puffed up her cheeks: "I hate it - don't take it out on others, can you leave quickly... Even with the broken one?"
Playing with goddess data is not interesting at all! "
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Regarding Francesca's complaints, the "thing" attached to Filia didn't know anything about it. In a self-pitying tone, she called out to the typhoon far away in the west: "When you come here, I will help you restore your original appearance (shape) right away...
"Look forward to it, Bull of Heaven (Gu Jalana)!"
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Summer, 1842, on the Mediterranean Sea.
The water carries the bright and intense sunlight, and the gentle waves depend on each other.
A ship cut through the light on the water and moved forward.
Although this ship cannot be described as luxurious, it is still a sailing ship with a style and courage that matches its appearance.
A man on the boat asked loudly: "...What is that island?"
In front of the man's sight, there was the shape of an island.
The island has a beautiful gently sloping island shape, but also has a surface of tawny rocks mixed with light green. It is a monotonous island.
"Oh, that island... uncle, there's nothing on that island, it's just an uninhabited island."
After hearing the answers from the nearby crew members, the man asked the crew members with interest:
"Oh? But I saw something that looked like a building on the island. Is there really no one there?"
"Huh? Uh...is there one? Actually, I don't know at all. I've never deliberately looked at it from a boat before...Indeed, what is that?"
After the crew members who tilted their heads in confusion turned back to continue their work, the person who came over was a man holding a wine glass in one hand.
"What's the matter, brother? Are you in love with that island?"
The man was well-dressed and well-proportioned. Although he has a steady appearance, there seems to be a solemn intellectual brilliance beneath his eyes.
"However, I advise you not to be obsessed with islands or the sea. Those are scary women who will be very scary once provoked, and will leave you impoverished if there is a flaw. Maybe they are men."
The man said with a shrug. The man who looked at the island at first shook his head and replied:
"...You called me 'friend' on the first day we met. I just wanted to say that I heard you call me 'best friend' on the way out, but on the way back you called me 'brother', 'Prince'?" If others hear it, they will shout that I have violated the crime of disrespect and throw stones at me."
"What are you talking about? Although I have feelings for you that are more than a friend or a best friend, if I want to describe my feelings as something other than a relationship between men and women, I can only treat you as a compatriot who grew up together." The man named Prince drank the liquid in the glass easily and smiled meaningfully: "Anyway, you never had that kind of formal respect for me from the beginning, right?"
"Well, to describe it in an article is to talk to you in a more approachable way. Do you want to switch to a more formal way of talking like a letter?"
"The person that the public will show sincere respect to is not me, but people like you... who can bring joy to others. At least as far as I am concerned, I cannot bring joy to the public, just like that romantic drama Give people the joy of sending the play "The Alchemist" or "The Chevalier de Armandale". The only person who can accomplish this great feat is Alexandre Dumas - only you, no one else can do it. Not me, the nephew of the former emperor People can do it.”
The man who was flattered with what could be described as excessive words - Alexandre Dumas could only shake his head and smile bitterly at the man in front of him.
"Spare me. I am actually praised by His Highness, the nephew of the famous Emperor Napoleon Bonaparte. Although I am grateful, please do not let me live under house arrest on the island just now."
The person who asked Alexandre Dumas to say this - Napoleon Joseph Charles Paul Bonaparte raised the corners of his mouth happily in response to the rocking of the ship.
He was the nephew of the French Emperor Napoleon I, equivalent to the cousin of Napoleon III.
Since his father Jerome was the king of the Kingdom of Westphalia that once existed, he had
The nickname of "Prince" and "Plon-Plon" is a nineteen-year-old young man.
He became close friends with Alexandre Dumas, who was already the best-selling author at the time, while traveling in Italy. At Jerome's recommendation, he and Alexandre went to Elba Island together. After enjoying the hunt on the island where Napoleon I, Uncle Joseph's uncle, was once exiled, they were now on the return boat, bumping and undulating with the waves.
"Let me tell you, brother, I want to ask you..."
Joseph showed a gentle smile and asked Alexandre Dumas, who was more than twenty years older than him:
"Don't you even hate my uncle?"
After listening, Alexandre Dumas shrugged and replied:
"Haha! Tell me, what do I hate about the French Emperor Napoleon?"
"I heard that your father was severely treated coldly by my uncle. I also heard that he rejected your father's application for an annuity."
"Okay, okay, it's all in the past. Well, that's right. Those things caused me to live in poverty for a long time, and also caused my mother to suffer a lot. I even think that even if I beat him on my behalf, I won’t be punished by God. But..."
After Dumas thought for a while, he slowly listed his words while looking at the island shadow:
"I don't think I ever said that I once met your uncle... I must have met Napoleon I."
"This is the first time I heard it."
"I don't remember if I was thirteen or not at that time. I went to watch that man's triumphant ***."
There was a slight pause at this point, and the ship tilted greatly.
"At that time, I still had a pistol hidden in my arms."
"..."
The words spoken in the gap between the waves shocked Joseph's ears like a scene in a drama, but he continued to listen in silence.
"Originally I planned to duel with him, and I also wanted to throw my white gloves into the carriage he was riding in. His Majesty the Emperor insulted my parents first, so it makes sense for me to choose the weapon, right?"
"But my uncle did not die there, and great writers are still alive like this."
"Yes. When the crowds around were shouting "Long Live the Emperor," I must have approached him with an expression like a ghost. I saw a pale face through the gap in the carriage. It was an unrestrained person. The dwarf was affected by the noise around him and was exhausted from the fatigue of the war. Look, how simple it is. All he has to do is throw out the white gloves that replaced the duel book. If I had accomplished that kind of thing that day, he would have given the order It is absolutely true that the soldiers around me will attack me and either kill me or drive me away. However, that guy will undoubtedly escape from the duel. That guy is best ridiculed by the people in the city as His Majesty the Emperor who escaped from the duel with an imp!... Like The poor kid who felt dizzy thinking about these things and whose face was paler than that emperor, what do you think he did after taking out his white gloves in the next moment?"
Accompanying the rocking of the ship, rhythmically and like an actor singing his lines on the stage, Dumas continued to elaborate on his past.
"...The answer is, he kept waving that glove. He raised the object he was planning to throw high, and when he came back to his senses, he was already shouting "Long Live the Emperor" together with the people around him... Yes Yes, my lord prince. Your uncle is indeed a hero, but on the other hand, he is also hated by many people. Apart from me, there must be more and more people who want to throw gloves at the emperor. I don't want to rely on duels, but want to shoot bullets directly. The guys who entered the carriage must have gathered a large crowd. However, those same-sex people still let the pale and tired man bathe in applause. Although I don't know what made them willing to do this, his Majesty was indeed People's dreams are their aspirations. Once I realized this, I could no longer take action. Those who can point their guns at the object of their dreams as if nothing was wrong are only excellent soldiers. However, I am definitely not a soldier. . It is precisely because he made me aware of this matter that I can now use a pen instead of a gun and continue to fight."
This long line begins with seriousness and ends with relaxation. Dumas closed one eye and smiled faintly at his friend who was more than twenty years younger than himself.
"Then, use this
Does the description of the method meet your expectations, Prince?"
"What I just said are your creations, right, brother?"
"Really? However, if there is a guy who wants to do that kind of thing, I will neither confirm nor deny him, that's all. The truth is dim in the face of interesting lies. On the contrary To put it bluntly, even if it is boiled or roasted, it is unpalatable. The existence of meat called real meat can only be seasoned with history, left to wake up for a few years, and then sprinkled with a little seasoning called lies. It will become something that is a little bit easier to swallow."
Seeing Alexandre Dumas speaking in this way, he seemed to be happier than describing his own past. Joseph said dumbfounded:
"However, if it becomes like this, it will also make people care about the true taste of meat, brother."
"The truth of this situation is... eh? That's it. Now, I no longer hate Napoleon I and his blood relatives. After adding the story just now, it doesn't matter whether it is true or a fictional creation. Yes, right?"
"I see. So for you, even uninhabited islands are worth trying. Having said that, there are many uninhabited islands, so why would you care about that island alone? You shouldn't "Is there some connection with that island?"
In response to the words of Joseph who chuckled and asked, Alexandre Dumas shrugged:
"It's intuition. Pure intuition."
"Intuition? Intuition may be very important for the profession you are engaged in."
"Because it was an island that I glimpsed when I was on a ship with His Majesty's relatives like this. I thought it would be good to make that island famous as a memorial to our acquaintance."
After listening, the nephew of the former French Emperor looked up at the island shadow like a noisy child and said in a passionate voice:
"Yes, I have always felt that there is something on that island! There is a character whose name is exactly the same as that island. I heard rumors about that person a few years ago. Don't tell anyone... A long time ago, too I have seen strange actions by those lurking in the darkness of the church."
"The... dark place of the church?"
"Oh, forget this. Even my father, who was once the king, did not intend to expose the church's background. Anyway, there are indeed various treasure legends on that island from a long time ago. Rumors like miracles and legends. Because it is an island with nothing, all kinds of people will project their dreams on the street, including children, hunters, adventurers, and religious figures. Go to that island. However, just because they are afraid that if they go there, they will know that there is nothing on that island, so almost no one wants to go to the island to find out.”
"Hey, hey, are you going to take away my responsibility? It's my job to describe things related to that island! Stop talking and tell me the name of that island, brother."
Joseph, who was happy that Dumas called him his brother, thought that Dumas would write this story in the future. While he was excited about the stories he had yet to see, he recited the name of the island.
"The name of that island is - 'Mount Cristo'! It is an island that contains nothing, so it can contain everything and is full of possibilities!"
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"Next news. Yesterday, members of the House of Lords and business leaders died suddenly after accidents or illness. Faced with this situation, the stock price in the NY market is in chaos——』
Should "that" that happened in Snowfield be called a "test from heaven"?
Regarding this issue, the more accurately a person observes the development of the situation, the more the pointer of the scale in his heart will tend to be negative.
Because for the city, or for the United States as a whole, those unprecedented series of events - the "Holy Grail War" - were inevitable and triggered events.
The city called Snowfield itself is an experimental site that someone chose to build on the American soil for the purpose of ritual - and from the beginning, it "included returning the land to zero and starting over" through the urban structure.
However, this is the view of the person behind the test after all.
I never knew magic at all
From the average person's perspective on sex, that kind of thing has absolutely nothing to do with it.
From the perspective of citizens who do not know the "reason" of darkness, it is undoubtedly a sudden disaster.
Holy Grail War.
Even among magicians, it is a restricted ritual that only some people know.
Multiple magicians summon heroic spirits whose existence is carved into the "seat" of the world as their familiars, and they compete with each other to obtain the universal wishing machine - which is truly a stepping stone to the "root".
Although it is said that there were other intentions at first - the Third Holy Grail War that was held half a century ago and was full of intrigues by most forces behind the scenes, and the Fourth Holy Grail War that was held more than ten years ago. During the war, the Clock Tower lost a monarch, which aroused the intense attention of a handful of magicians who had overcome layers of false information. However, when looking at the overall situation, it is classified as a "suspicious ritual held in the Far East" - but the "that" performed in the United States this time, even if it is regarded as a Holy Grail War, is beginning to appear too heterogeneous and distorted. Condition.
First of all, there are too many summoned heroic spirits.
It is said that the normal Holy Grail War is a war between seven heroic spirits. It was indeed carried out with this number of people in the beginning, but——
Ever since the heroic spirit presumed to be the "Swordsman" appeared in front of the cameras of a local TV station and declared that he would compensate for the damage to the theater and the losses suffered, around that time, this war began to have a huge impact that was different from the original Holy Grail War. "deviation".
Magical rituals that should be handled discreetly.
But for those who use magic or are exposed to all mysteries, this absolute norm was broken not long after the start of this hypocritical Holy Grail War.
Or, it can be said that this is what the masterminds behind the ritual expected.
In the desert, there is a single challenge between "Archers" and "Lancers".
The aftermath of the conflict between the two Noble Phantasms caused vitrification in part of the desert, resulting in the formation of huge craters. When this incident was announced to the public, it was handled covertly on the grounds that an explosion occurred in a pipeline installed by the natural gas company.
Furthermore, an attack by an "assassin" occurred, and it was speculated that the target was a "swordsman" inside the police station.
During the process, a vampire presumed to be the master of the "assassin" also appeared to disrupt the situation. Although it turned into a scuffle involving the priest Hansa Cervantes, who was sent by the church to supervise the Holy Grail War, it was ostensibly handled secretly on the pretext of a terrorist attack on the police station.
Then, the archer camp based in the Crystal Palace was attacked. Although the surrounding buildings suffered damage with glass windows broken at the same time, the incident was handled covertly, citing the appearance of a tornado. Then, at the meat factory located in the corner of the industrial area - centered on this magic workshop protected by the Squartio family, the powerful two-pillar heroic spirits and other "something" caused widespread destruction.
In this part, under the influence of the large-scale illusions cast by the sorcerer-type heroic spirits, the scenery seen by the residents may still maintain the illusion of being deceived.
It had only been a few days, but the ceremony had already been severely distorted.
The magician and his familiar—not just a familiar, but many heroic spirits embodied by the mystery itself—engage in a magic ritual of "fighting each other."
No matter how careful and perfect the preparations for that ceremony are before it is held, once exceptional situations such as city street collapse continue to occur, concealment will be pushed to the limit.
But not to mention that the situation is expected to come to an end, we are even beginning to see signs of irreversible intensification.
A huge typhoon appeared on the west coast, regardless of the climatic conditions required for its formation.
Centered in Washington, the United States, unusual incidents occurred one after another in which important figures in the financial, political, and intelligence circles died one after another.
Anyone who knew the circumstances behind these events would realize that they were all man-made disasters.
The city of Snowfield has now set off a "big wave".
One side of the world is being dragged inexorably into that tiny
In the abyss of a dark cave.
If we want to call this situation "a test given by the great existence"——
Then this test is like throwing people into an endless maze where you can't even see a step before you talk about the end position.
Because those people didn't even realize that they were being imprisoned in the maze.
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A private channel on a social networking software.
Furu: "Well, roughly speaking, that's it...I'll just talk about the conclusion.
Snowfield is super bad.
To be honest, it was so bad that I wanted to run away as soon as possible.
Moreover, it is basically completely different from what I heard at first.
Uh, no. It is true that people who are closely related to magic will not tell the truth without any restrictions, but even taking these things into consideration, it is still unreasonable.
The root of the ritual may have been inherited from Fuyuki's "that" one, but in terms of scale and foundation, something was completely wrong.
First, there is the realm record tape [Ghostliner].
These are what you "people who have come here" call heroic spirits [heroic spirits]. According to what you said, when it was held in that place called Fuyuki, the Seven Pillars of Heroic Spirits fought against each other, right?
But, when I used my astrology to find out the situation, it didn't show the level of seven pillars. It’s nearly a multiple—no, judging from the chaotic star that I don’t know if it’s a heroic spirit or something else, there’s something sinister above it. Last night, I monitored the situation in front of the hospital. Only then did a dog with three heads appear, and then two hundred monsters like phantom species appeared, fighting with the heroic spirits who looked bad just by looking at them. Later, the magic was in chaos, and I couldn't continue to monitor it properly.
Don't tell me if it's a three-headed dog from hell or a demon. No matter what he is, a monster that shouldn't exist on the outside is now strutting on the streets of American cities! If it was a dream, I almost wanted to wake up. The person who allowed the world to see such a dream must be a rather childish magician.
What happened next is difficult to explain clearly.
I will encrypt the file that is suspected to be an image record and attach it to you. You can use magic to decrypt it yourself.
Ah~...But ah, if you think I'm making all this up, then that's the end of it. xь.
Even if you doubt it, I won't be angry. If I were in the opposite position, I might yell "Stop it", "Pay me back", or even curse the other person.
Anyway, you are different from me, so you should be able to view it from a different perspective, the destroyer of the magic world. "
El-Melloi II: "This nickname is really surprising.
El-Melloi II: "Having said that, thank you for your report. The situation has deteriorated more than I expected."
Furu: "It's true that I didn't expect it. When the crater appeared in the desert at first, I thought it was the worst situation, but I didn't expect that the record would be set every half a day, dragging the city into a worse abyss. .”
Furu: "But what's going on with the part where there are too many heroic spirits?"
Furu: "Although this is indeed a land with perfect spiritual veins, it is still a step away from the Fuyuki I heard about. Having said that, more heroic spirits than usual have been summoned. These Doesn’t it make sense logically?”
El-Melloi II: "Probably an inducement."
Furu: "You actually said it was an inducement."
El-Melloi II: "The first few heroic spirits summoned intentionally disrupted the spiritual veins of the land, causing the land to attract magic power from other parts of the continental United States. It's like giving first aid in order to activate immunity. Treatment as intense as physical harm."
Furu: "You mean that in order to summon the seven-pillar "Realm Record Tape", they first summoned the other six pillars to sacrifice? Use that messy "Realm Record Tape" as a catalyst? Even if it's a trick It’s a bit arrogant, there should be a limit, right?”
El-Melloi II: "It's like trying to silence the
It was like pushing the seven pendulum balls to the surface. From the inside... it probably took five or six pendulum balls to hit it hard. Originally, it only needed to operate with the same number of pendulum balls like Newton's pendulum. To push even the seventh pendulum ball out of the surface, the managers who formed this land could add more. Those original heroic spirits that have no use anymore will probably be absorbed by the land after a while due to the need to achieve balance. "
Furu: "I don't feel that way. Although I doubt your statement, the guy in the shining armor is indeed the 'King of Heroes' of Akkad. Through the magic of far-sightedness, I When I looked at that guy's fate, I felt dizzy, as if my brain had been directly disturbed. Including that guy, it turned out that it was not even used as a material for the Holy Grail, but as a bundle of straw for burning. It would be crazy to just throw it away."
El-Melloi II: "Yes, you are right. Whether as a magician or as a person who has almost nothing to do with mystery, this kind of thinking can never be called normal. That kind of behavior is not treating mystery as It’s something that only mysterious guys can do. That’s what truly deserves the title of ‘Destroyer’.”
Furu: "Although this is a private group, as you are using social software to analyze mysteries, do you have the right to say such things?"
El-Melloi II: "The current situation is that those magicians who are desperately studying electronic hacking technology have limited communication methods to magic communication. Although every method is accompanied by risks, within the scope of my ability, I It can be said that the method is safer. Even if it is secretly seen, most people will only regard it as a joke. If the other party is from our side, there is no need to hide it. No, if the other party uses concealment magic the more Creed a serious magician who is prioritized. When you see such a stupid report, the more desperate to eliminate it. "
Fu Liu: "This kind of report, the moment the magician hears it will be determined to be a ghost."
Elmero II: "Anyway, this situation should be changed in a few years. Recently, a portable device called a smartphone has begun to appear on the market, which may even be popular to the level of affecting the magic world. Accompanied by accompanying. With the increased danger of mystery, hidden methods have to be changed to different practices from the past. For example, insisting on claiming to be fake news to the end, or adding fake intelligence to confuse audiovisual. . Because of this, I hope that this is a wasteful ceremony can avoid flaws as much as possible. "
Fu Liu: "You are still old, and the topic is endless. No, it is the fingertips that can't stop in this situation? In less than a minute, you can list it by typing. Multiple words. Shouldn't it be in the columns so far, and I also compiled the magic that I can't even understand, right? "
Elmero II: "You raised me too much. It is because in a game, sometimes the compressed intelligence needs to be connected to other players in an instant."
Elmero II: "Besides, I can't compose a high -level hidden technique that can not be perceived. However, should it be said on the Internet, even the tone between the lines is exactly the same as your words."
Fu Liu: "I'm not used to it. On the contrary, just like you don't need pseudonym as a nickname, it is a corresponding method. To mix a clumsy image in an unaccustomed occasion, it makes you uncomfortable like a curse. Will it be troubled, right? "
Fu Liu: "Well, there is no matter what happened. I will find out for a while. If it happens, I will escape from the city. Although those residents who intend to leave the city are all strange curses and are governed and the spirit of controlling the spirit of controlling the spirit , Fold back to the city again, but I will try to depend on the stars and look for a lighter route to escape. "
Elmero II: "Sorry. You have been in that city long ago, really helped me."
Elmero II: "Although I have been in contact with the person behind the scenes -the police director and have also concluded a temporary common front, there is only a small part of the information I heard. From the perspective of the feeling, he may not be informed that the information that is deeper than the situation behind the scenes. Because of this, it is really grateful that there are objective information from your personal personal information. ". Ь.
Fu Liu: "Nothing, I originally wanted to say that there may be a good job with good sweetness before coming here.
Just in it. If the mercenaries using magic are too lazy to move, they will have no food. In the end, it seems that it is the most profitable to sell your feelings, which is commonly known as Shunshui to push the boat. "
Fu Liu: "... Let's ask first, there will be no monarchs other than you [Lord], come here?"
Elmero II: "That's not it. Luxeko's Lufredo Sion now has something to leave the clock tower, but he is not a person who will go to the scene of the incident. He only shrugged and said, "It's just what happened to happen." It's okay. However, he seems to have a little interest in the realm of the realm. "
Fu Liu: "Okay, knowing that there will be no better things than now, it's enough to come to this city. This is originally full of peers, so how can they be careless to see my housekeeping skills."
Fu Liu: "By the way, there is a well -known Asian counterpart, and it seems to participate in it as the owner. However, compared with the real veterans, it is nothing ... that person is called Sigma, he is a person, he is a person, he is a person. On the tail of the magic power, the survival ability is outstanding, like a boy of a doll. Remember to tell you that cute apprentice, don't approach him. "
Elmero II: "Thank you for your advice."
Elmero II: "I regret not to warn Frate, and should be more strongly admitted to the danger of the Holy Grail War."
Fu Liu: "Oh, this sentence sounds harsh about the money for money."
Elmero II: "Sorry, I didn't mean to get rid of your meaning."
Fu Liu: "I know, the monarch."
Fu Liu: "That's why, I am also in a state of being unable to fight, it's time to close the communication."
Fu Liu: "In addition, there is a strange" guidance "in the stars just now. I have a file in this part of the report."
Fu Liu: "In short, I will contact you again when I know when I know when I will add more bonuses to me."
——Fuyu has logged in.
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Snover City Hall.
"Next ... It's not bad to pretend to be in the chanting, but the current situation is really not good."
On the road of Snowfield, which was driven by the enchantment, there was a deep magic to be turbulent.
A man in the city hall building shrugged, looking at the city center, mixed with the streets of the hospital and the police station.
Until this, I still had an online private chat room and "client" -the monk Elmero II of the Clock Tower, and looked up at the stars outside the window with the man who came to the window with the article.
"However, I feel that the boss Elmero is so angry."
When I was in the chat room just now, I did not see the curses written or the magician used in the columns.
However, he did feel it. In the hearts of the man of Elmero II, the peaceful and boiling anger was burning.
"It's not the mystery of magic so simple."
"It is the extent of being dirty."
"Really, who taught him obviously not like a magician from his bones, but also to expose others' magic. I think the gentleman's head has already planned the order of demolishing this crazy ritual, right? .”
"He is not horrible if he uses magic, but to be hostile to him as a magician. A man with a strong face and a strong physique, with his fingers, strokes the Arab headscarf that is not tuned with the city center away from the desert area. Great Road.
"Forget it, before the situation that could not evolve into the city's stars, scouts continue to do what you should do."
The name of the man is Fuluka.
It is not only a magic mercenary, but also an astrologist who was labeled with the "Master".
He heard this time
After the news of the Holy Grail War, the original plan was to pay the magician who directly obtained money to pay for money. When seeing everything, knowing that this matter is related to the popular Slangtio family between the "people who use magic", and received a contact with a previously familiar clock tower monarch, he directly undertaked the commission and became an investigation and became an investigation. Intellectuals.
"From the perspective of the cycle of the astrology, it is indeed good and bad. Although I understand the principle of high risk and high remuneration, is there really a reward that is worth caught in this situation?"
He sighed, and after he couldn't get away, he pulled out several knives from his arms and threw it to the sky.
"Leade. [Guide me.]" "" "
Then, several small knives stopped in the air like a round, as if they had consciousness, and actively inserted to Floor Flooring.
Although it is a stone brick floor, the blade of the short sword is still half deep into the floor.
The fist at the center of the "Magic Array" configured by Fu Liu added to the center of the knife, letting his magic circulate in the sky with the sky.
"Leade, no! [Now, guide me!]" ""
After speaking, the short sword moved as stupid as sharks in the water, and then floated again in the form of violating gravity, floating around the Fuluka.
Then, the tip of all the short swords was shaking like a pointer of a compass, pointing to different directions, and stopped one by one.
But -a few of them are like the magnetic needle that is disturbed by the magnetic field, but it is fiercely rolling and there is no sign of stopping.
"The number of heroes has been reduced? No ..."
What he just did was based on the flow of cause and effect, and judging the magic of the British spirit that originally existed in heterogeneous existence.
In case the heroes are dissipating at this time, the short sword will only fall to the ground and end the divination.
However, in the short swords floating in the air, there are still several branches that are still fiercely rotating. As if it is said that [although there are still, it is not anywhere] this contradiction.
"... Oh, I'm just a reprimand, so I won't get involved in the truth of fate. What's more, solving the matter of Professor Clock Tower is the pride of the clock tower ..."
Then, Fuyuka overlooks the road outside the window again.
The exposed scene in the sun is still very distinctive traces.
"After that, what happened there?"
It seems that there is a disaster only through that big road. On the road set off by asphalt, the guardrails of the surrounding hospitals and the wreckage of the vehicle that were originally parked on the roadside were scattered. The water pipe seems to be broken, and there can be a condition that water is sprayed from the depressed ground everywhere.
Compared with the meteorite pit that appears in the desert, this damage may not be serious.
However, the destruction of this city center where the people live in the people will no doubt that the residents will be more painful than the tragedy of the desert.
It is better to say that this destruction is very likely, which will make people connect it with the big bang and other mysterious phenomena of the desert.
However, the hired by Elmero's Excellency II will use magic scouts to care about another thing.
That is -in the scene where I was afraid of a strong battle, there was no corpse, or even the fact that there was no blood.
As if the existence of life itself disappears cleanly.
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clock tower.
"Okay, teacher?"
"Well, it's okay."
Elmero Excellent II frowned and looked tired. He revealed such a clever expression and answered the questioning disciples.
Knowing that this is just a stubborn female apprentice, I also want to find a solution for the worries of the teacher. So she made a proposal:
"It's better ... how about contacting Miss Tosaka? She is the person who comes from the Holy Grail War. Maybe she wants to get a way to let Mr. Flat survive."
"No. If you want to hear the advice of the person, I will be enough to replace her. Not to mention her relationship with [Dongmu] is too deep, and in this such heterogeneous sanctuary war, her knowledge is likely to cause trouble. "
"..."
"Speaking, tell the" lady lady guess what would happen? She would kill the United States immediately if she couldn't make it. Stibbin was the same as other graduates. Flat could not tell them. I can't let those who are about to graduate sooner The students are involved in danger. "
At this moment, the second generation is not in the cigars like registered trademarks, and it is replaced by a mobile phone.
While talking to the boarding disciples, the II had pressed a certain number several times, but the other party seemed to do not intend to answer the phone.
Moreover, the object of the second generation to call was not a graduate, but the longest qualified young man in his active goal, Flat.
While Flat's face appeared in the mind of the second generation, he finally complained about the mobile phone that had not been called a few hours ago.
"That stupid ... If he just fell asleep, he didn't call me, I really wouldn't spare him!"
He said that he would not spare Flat, but the tone was full of performance from the bottom of the heart and hope that everything was really so.
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"Next news. Typhoon suddenly generated on the west coast of the United States, because its movement has never been seen before, the official decision will not be named another one "
A few hours ago, the road of the Central Hospital of Snowfield along the street.
It was like a fantasy.
However, it is not like a sweet Taoyuan -but the war or hell of the gods -it is a fantasy scene with such meaning.
Benit -transformed into a "mad warrior" more than two hundred demon.
With an overwhelming suppression, he slaughtered the three -headed magic dog raised by the "True Archman" who claimed to be Alkades, and everyone thought that Bennet would continue to suppress the hero, but
Its "power of incarnation demon" -also known as the commonly known treasures, but was taken away by Alkades' treasure.
The treasure of plundering treasure.
Alxeds, who has the power of alien, uses the power that deviates too much from common sense.
He easily defeated Bennett, and he took his weapon, and planned to continue to slaughter the police in front of him.
However, another "archer" wearing golden armor appeared here. Not others, it was the original hero.
Then, as the red -haired "swordsman" and his party appeared with the mixed blond hair, the situation was even more confusing and complicated.
"Hey, have any mistakes? Can even the evil ghost Rakshasa call as a hero?
In this atmosphere is obviously abnormal, in a wrong move, there may be countless deaths immediately. Young black -haired young people behind him asked.
The young man with black hair -Sigma, who claims to be the owner of the "Gunbood Chaplin", is also a person who does not understand the words of view in different senses. After listening to the swordsman's speech, he responded indifferently: "I have heard it long ago, and even the Holy Grail War in Dongmu seems to have appeared anti -heroes. According to the employer, as long as the conditions can be made, it seems that it can summon such a category. exist."
"So. Well, after all, you can call the fairy. If you can appear even if you even report the mourning banshee, I want to look at it for a long time. However, it seems that the other party is not a guy who can make me watch."
After seeing the heroic appearance with a devil -like appearance, the swordsman glanced at the top again.
"The same is true of the spirit of the Qi faction above."
The swordsman glanced at a man wearing a golden armor and a strong breath.
From the church's Zhonglian overlooking the swordsman's hero, he said unhappyly:
"Clarify your identity, ***. Who allows you to admire my posture?"
arrogant.
Even if you use such a sentence
It is understandable to describe it.
However, the swordsman immediately understood that it was definitely not that the person was proud, but for granted.
The golden spirit standing above.
The evil ghost -like archer standing in front of him.
"The" Golden Gold "gentleman is also a bow soldier?"
"It turns out that from the situation of two archers, this time the Holy Grail War is indeed abnormal."
"Just like the gunman Yingling who met in the forest, it seems that this Holy Grail War is not normal anyway."
"Nevertheless, it should be a knowledge given by the Holy Grail, but tells me that it was a" correct holy grail war. " There may be some meaning in this. "
Richard thinks so much, but now he doesn't have time to keep thinking about it.
The golden hero is probably a far -reaching hero.
The opponent's Lingji is quite powerful, even enough to match the handsome gunmen met in the forest.
The golden hero is never the opponent who can defeat the front to the front. This is clear at a glance.
As for the conversation with him just now, the alien archer with the sharp corner of the devil--
Richard also understood that the arcper was also a powerful hero with great power to be almost desperate.
Richard's Lingji was nervously complaining to him.
The warning was issued by the treasures accompanied by Richard and the fragments that did not reach the realm of spiritual spirit. It was the fragments of Lingji, such as the assassin, the assassin, the bow soldier Pie, and other spiritual foundations. They were calmly ringing the alarm clock and expressed the warning message that "do you want to die here?
Although you can also feel the swordsman who is indifferent, and the spiritual foundation of the magician who is just smiling, Richard himself stares at the "absolute strong people" standing in front of him.
"Obviously you are a famous hero who cannot be underestimated and worthy of admiration. From the perspective of the wording, it should belong to the king category. Just standing here is worthy of respect, there are very few in the world. I can stand here, I want to thank you. "
"***, I want to evaluate me with your eyes? Your gratitude is unnecessary. Speaking, I have never allowed you to do anything."
The hero wearing a golden armor said blandly without changing his face:
"Disappear immediately."
After that -the space behind the heroic body was suddenly distorted, opening the cave out of thin air, and there were countless weapons emerged from the cave.
Although the swordsman looked dazzling and unknown, it was seen that it was a murderous move.
The countless weapons called "treasures", entangled with magic, seemed to be the place where the arrows released by the full crossbow were shot at the place where the swordsman lived.
Perhaps it was aware of the danger beforehand. Sigma was far away from the church's dark alley.
The swordsman who was left alone was confused for a moment, and then suddenly said: "What do you say disappears, does it mean to be eliminated from this world!"
Then he smiled happily and pulled his sword out of the sheath.
"Haha! You are so interesting!"
The sword was originally decorated in the swamp house of Sigma as a base, and it was a decorative sword with a dull blade.
However, as long as there is a horn handle to hold, it is the excellent weapon for Richard.
