Lost Narrative Poetry

Wait, wait, this mantra seems familiar!

Have you heard it somewhere... Wait, isn't this a spell to summon heroic spirits?

Could it be that he broke into a certain moon world and was captured as a Servant? !

Even during the teleportation, which seemed to be the usual half-dream and half-awake state, Xia Ran was still able to maintain a certain degree of thinking ability, probably because his intelligence and spirit had been greatly enhanced.

He has strengthened these two basic attributes to a value of 60 points, plus the increase bonus of the obsidian pod, it is a full value of 80 points...

This is a very terrifying number, which means that he can now even rely on his thoughts to tear apart most of the enemies he has encountered before.

It is precisely because of this that it is not surprising that Xia Ran, whose intelligence and spirit are currently as high as 80 points, can begin to detect some things during the transmission process and retain a certain degree of thinking ability.

If you keep strengthening and growing, but there seems to be no change, that would be unreasonable.

However, he is not completely awake after all, and a certain amount of thinking ability is not all, so his current thinking still seems chaotic, fuzzy, and unexamined, and he is not able to carry out overly complex operations and thinking.

He instinctively felt that he was falling endlessly. In a space where nothing existed, only the gravity of a bottomless swamp caught him, making him fall straight down. It's like walking through an extremely long time and space tunnel...

Time can be said to be long or short, because everything is just a subjective feeling. It may be a moment, or it may be hundreds of millions of years. Anyway, when he fell to the bottom, the feeling of half-dream and half-awake quickly went away, and the reality Feelings start to seep in.

From the soul to the body, first there is an unreasonable feeling, and then the information from the five senses is truly received——

dark.

Moisture.

Cold.

Even the air seems to be contaminated, it is so heavy that it cannot flow, and it is directly reminiscent of sticky black mud...

Extremely unhappy and extremely disgusted, Xia Ran came out of the half-asleep state and quickly entered the state. She looked around expressionlessly, suppressing the urge that was about to burst out of her body like an instinct, sweeping away everything around her. Magic power fluctuates.

When I noticed the stench of putrefaction and water vapor, and the green darkness like the deep sea, I already vaguely knew where I was.

Of course, since nothing is absolute, you still need to confirm. But fortunately, it was very simple to confirm this kind of thing, and he didn't even need to do anything to complete it.

By the way, there is still time, so he can seize this opportunity to make some other arrangements and prepare for a thorough pest eradication work...

Because the mental hints given to him in advance also worked very well, before his consciousness accurately recognized the reality, the mental shield and invisibility were activated at the first time, which covered his eyes well. Breath and presence.

Therefore, it was natural that no one noticed his existence, nor did they realize that an extremely dangerous uninvited guest had quietly broken into this ugly, dark, and disgusting underground insect warehouse.

Despite the extreme disgust, and even a sense of physical discomfort and nausea, Xia Ran almost set off a devastating fire storm, sending the underground space and the entire mansion on the ground to the sky, but in the end he still No rash actions.

And right in front of Xia Ran, in the center of this closed space, the only area with light, a tragic ceremony was being held at this moment -

"...I am the one who accomplishes all the good deeds in the world, and I am the one who brings together all the evil in the world..."

The hoarse and slightly vague voice that Xia Ran heard intermittently when she was half asleep and half awake was still ringing, as if she was enduring some unbearable pain. She gritted her teeth and endured it while continuing to chant the spell.

——If that low roar mixed with pain can be regarded as "chanting".

It seems that the place and time of entering are quite coincidental, but it is not that he himself was captured and became a Servant... But if you think about it, heroic spirits are heroes who have left legends after death because of their great achievements and have become objects of belief. Become a being.

Usually heroic spirits are summoned by the world as a force to protect humans, and what humans summon is Servants...

Of course, in addition to heroes who gather faith after death, there are also heroes who do not actually exist but are born through gathering faith, and there are also people who make certain contracts with the world during their lifetimes and in exchange become heroic spirits after death.

No matter which one it is, Xia Ran, as a foreign soul, has never logged in to the Heroic Soul Seat or left any records. It would be strange if he was really summoned directly.

While thinking, he took out the magic blade, preparing to lock on the enemy at the critical moment——

As long as the holder clearly expresses hostility and locks a target as a hostile unit, the Ebony Blade will very intelligently carry out a round of persecution process, starting from the step of automatically releasing the forbidden magic field to prevent the enemy from using spells or spell-like abilities. Fight or escape...

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It was a white-haired man, lying in front of the slightly flickering magic array in an almost embarrassing posture. He was twitching as if his muscles were cramping or struggling to death.

He was wearing sportswear and a hood. His face under the hood was stiff and terrifying, and blood and tears were flowing from his remaining intact right eye, dripping down his cheek.

While chanting the incantation with difficulty, his limbs were spasming, and his capillaries burst and oozed blood.

The summons to the heroes on the other side of time and space, the price that must be paid for the spiritual séance ritual...

The feeling of magic that surrounds the whole body is something that no magician can escape, and the chills and pain caused by the circulatory movement of magic circuits in the body.

Even under normal circumstances, this kind of pain caused by strife that makes people want to scream loudly is unbearable, because in this spiritual ceremony, they have lost their functions as human beings and become... A component of a mystical ritual, completely transformed into a circuit connecting spirit and matter.

And the most important thing is that this man is different from ordinary magicians. His magic circuit is formed by other creatures parasitic in the body. The burden of stimulating and activating it is a severe pain that cannot be compared to the pain of other magicians.

However, this man's mental strength has completely withstood the pain. As long as he thinks of the task he is shouldering, he must not back down here! Even if his body has reached its limit!

Because he had spent the whole year preparing for this matter——

The bugs that had been eating away at his body for the past year have not only grown to the point where they can function as a simulated magic circuit, they can also desperately function to extend the life of their dying master.

From the perspective of modern medicine, it is already a miracle that he is still able to stand and walk. This is all due to the blessing of his magical power as a magician, which he paid for with his life.

The price was to undergo a year-long transformation or torture, and the physical body collapsed faster than imagined. For example, heart palpitations caused by irregular pulse were commonplace, and solid objects were not allowed to be eaten. Replace with glucose infusion…

The changes in appearance may be more intuitive——

His hair has all turned white, scars have appeared everywhere on his skin, and all other parts of his body have lost their color. Toxins called magic power circulate in the veins, and you can see them swelling from under the almost transparent skin, and the whole body seems to be covered with blue-black cracks...

This man paid such a heavy price and only had one month left to live, just to challenge this final test.

Life doesn't matter at all. If it was really too late, it would be that he died before he could get the Holy Grail and failed to save the child from hell...

Thinking of the girl who closed her heart like a doll, he couldn't help but curse Tokiomi Tohsaka, and he also imposed this curse on himself, the useless waste——

Because this was originally my destiny, but this fate that I had rejected turned around and befell the innocent girl.

There is no way to compensate, but if there is a way to atone, at least the girl's future life must be restored. Even if you risk your life and fight desperately, if you can do it...

The white-haired man endured the severe pain of being constantly eroded by the parasites in his body, and at the same time endured the more powerful self-blame that devoured his soul. Every mantra he spoke with difficulty was like spitting out bloody tears:

"...You should be blinded by chaos. You are the prisoner of the prison of madness, and I am the operator holding the chain..."

This is a two-part incantation that adds a forbidden foreign object to the normal summoning spell, because it deprives the summoned Servant of its rationality and reduces the Servant to the level of a berserker.

Because although he barely became a magician, the quality gap between him and other magicians is still too big.

This gap cannot be made up by determination, and the magician's magic power will also affect the basic abilities of the summoned Servant, so it can only be made up by changing the Servant's class, and the parameters must be fundamentally improved.

"That's right! That's it, Kariya, add the attribute of "madness" to the summoned Servant! "

The person shouting these words loudly was a short old man.

He stood on crutches at the edge of the magic circle, at the junction of light and darkness. His bald head, hands and feet had shrunk to the point where people could mistake him for a mummy, but he was still naked under his sunken eye sockets. shoot.

"Hurry up and finish the last part, and then as the Master of Berserker, fight for me! If I still fail this time, I can only look forward to the next sixty years. Judging from Tohsaka's daughter's placenta, it will definitely Give birth to an excellent magician..."

The man's shoulders were shaking with murderous intent that had gone beyond hatred. Under this naked threat, he could only breathe very hard for a few seconds, and then forced himself to roar out the last spell in pain, At the end of my prayer, I felt that the magic power flowing in my body had accelerated to the limit:

"The spirit of speech that surrounds you is from the Wheel of Suppression, the guardian of the scales!"

A moment!

The wind howled in this closed space, and amidst the wind pressure that made it difficult to even open one's eyes, the magic array shone brightly.