After the spirit sub-transfer goes wrong

Romani Akiman hurriedly ran in the corridor. This man with thick papers had messy hair and thick bruises under his eyes. When he met the approaching employee , He walked straight past as if he didn't see anything.

"Be careful, Doctor Roman!"

The other party was caught off guard and bumped into the pink-haired young man. Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough to hold the young man firmly a second before the young man was about to come into close contact with the earth.

Even so, the papers in the young man's hands were flying all over the sky because of the collision, and the entire corridor was covered with scattered papers.The young man was still standing there, holding his forehead, not knowing what he was doing.

"I'm really sorry." The staff member who realized what he had done squatted down immediately, while picking up the paper on the ground, he secretly looked at Romani's face, "I didn't look at the road and ran into the doctor."

"No, actually I didn't notice that there was someone in front of me, it's none of your business."

Romani slowly squatted down and cleaned up the mess on the ground with the staff opposite. Due to lack of sleep for a long time, he was still a little dazed, and the movements of his hands were slower than those around him. .

"Speaking of... the doctor's complexion is very bad, is he sick recently?"

"No, it's not sick, it's because I've been working on this thing recently."

Guiltyly, Romani pointed to the scattered A4 papers.

"The doctor should take a good rest. The body is the foundation of everything. If even the body collapses, no matter how good the results are, it's not worth it."

When the last piece of paper was picked up, the staff member who almost knocked Romani down patted him on the shoulder earnestly.

"We all expect doctors to celebrate with us after a battle is won."

"Ah, I'll try my best."

The youth with orange-pink half-long hair exhaled a cloud of white mist in the air, his eyes were far away.

……

By the time Romani opened the door with the documents in his hand, the room was already full of people.

"Roman, you came a little later than usual." Da Vinci, who was guarding the machine next to the transfer cage, turned around and complained half-truthfully, "It's a good choice to take a good rest, but You won’t be able to witness the heroic figure of Galahad’s soul transfer.”

"Sorry, there was an accident on the way, so I was delayed."

Romani apologized softly, and was about to take the tool from Da Vinci's hand, but was pulled away by the Almighty in disgust.

"I'm not talking about you. You should pay attention to it yourself. Lack of sleep can cause serious problems. How can I rest assured that you can debug the machine like you? Well, I'm really worried that there will be errors in the coordinates you calculated."

"Leonardo, please trust my professionalism. I have checked many times, and the coordinates are correct!"

Romani clapped his hands together and looked at the Almighty with full expectation, as if stars twinkled in his eyes.

"I really lost to you."

Da Vinci felt more and more that he had become the nanny of the whole Chaldea, not only had to worry about human affairs, but also had to keep an eye on King Solomon's physical and mental state.

However, Romani's drowsy state every day is very normal. Even after Isis was sent away by the semi-finished spirit son, in order to restore human nature as soon as possible, she had to continue to take over the spirit son calculation. The design and construction of the device continued, and it was overloaded every day.

"Well, Dr. Roman, the time for our spirit seed transfer is ten o'clock, right? It's less than five minutes away now."

Galahad looked at his wristwatch, and looked anxiously at the case of the spirit seed rising from the special liquid.As a flesh-and-blood servant attached to Matthew's former body, the purple-haired young man did not wear the conceptual dress that a servant always equips, but, like all masters, wore the special equipment made by Chaldea to ensure that he could survive in the spirit. There will be no accidents when the child transfers.

"Ah? So fast?! Galahad, hurry up and go in, the spirit transfer will start soon."

According to legend, the knight who had won the Holy Grail took a deep breath and lay down amidst the throbbing hearts of everyone. Through the gray glass, he saw Dr. Roman lying on the basket and saying something expectantly.

Probably something like "Bon voyage" and "Be safe"?

As soon as Galahad had this thought, the world was distorted.

……

Galahad, who had experienced an uncomfortable journey through time and space, was twirling in the tunnel and almost thought he had entered a modern front-loading washing machine, and was finally spit out.

Of course, the landing point, as always, is in the air.

The purple-haired knight of the round table successfully woke up in mid-air, and successfully manifested the conceptual dress of a servant, but at this moment...

drip-

The communicator strapped to Galahad's wrist suddenly rang, and a light blue virtual screen was raised.

"Are you there, Galahad, please answer."

"Yes, in good health and functioning normally."

Galahad clenched the large cross shield in his hand, changed his posture in mid-air, and at the same time saw a lot of snowflakes on the light blue electronic screen in front of him like an old TV set decades ago.

"#￥%￥&￥%&*... Hey, hey, can you hear Galahad!"

After a while, the voice of the pink-haired youth came out of the communicator again, and it contained a lot of noise.

"Audible now."

"That's good, I was scared to death just now..." The doctor on the other side of the screen heaved a sigh of relief, and wiped off the cold sweat that was dripping unconsciously from his forehead, "I thought I would lose contact as soon as I got there... Cough! I mean, I want to start by congratulating you, Galahad, on reaching your target and in perfect form."

"However, since none of us know what the old world looked like in the past, we can't provide any constructive suggestions. So... the next thing, I can only entrust you with full authority. After landing, first find a Let's build a supply point in a place with plenty of magic power!"

"Maybe it will fail."

Galahad sensed the magic power hidden in the air, and then gave a negative answer.

"what?!"

Romani was shocked and didn't even notice that the coffee cup in his hand was overturned.

"If we can't guarantee the supplies, then Galahad, you..."

Although they are still essentially servants on the seat of heroes, the existence of flesh and body can always affect the state of heroes to some extent.Therefore, it is extremely important to establish a stable supply point from Chaldea to the "Old World".

but……

"The rules of the world here seem to be different from ours. Even my concept dress can only be unfolded with great difficulty. And..."

The voice on the communicator paused suspiciously.

"I'm landing now!"

……

boom--!

After a huge pit was smashed into the ground, Galahad dragged the huge cross shield and slowly climbed out of the pit, dripping muddy water all over his body...

"... Galahad, are you alright?"

Romani's voice came from the communicator hesitantly.

"I'm fine, I landed safely."

Galahad shook his hand, struggling to put the shield on his back.I don't know if it's because of the rules of the world, or because of the flesh, he felt a long-lost exhaustion.

It was just unfortunate that the landing site was near a city, facing a bridge.Although he deflected in time to avoid breaking the bridge, he fell into the river next to him.

"Just be safe, Galahad, can you tell where this is?"

"I'm not sure yet, it seems to be a city." Galahad waded to the water only up to his calf, and began to trek towards the shore. "I want to go there first and have a look."

Galahad took out a set of carabiners from the toolbox he was carrying, and climbed onto the bridge neatly.

……

A view never seen before unfolded in front of my eyes.

The castle with a strong Gothic style is located in a valley covered in ice and snow all day long. The fine snowflakes fall with the wind, covering the whole castle with a blurred and dreamy snow light.

The looming waning moon hung high on the thorny spire, and a silver arc appeared above the city.

The faint cold wind blows from the snow-covered valley, which is not very cold, but adds to the whole city a dreamy temperament far away from the world.

Galahad stood on the bridge in a daze, forgetting to speak for a moment.

"Wow, it's beautiful, it's like a scene from a dream."

"It's a perfect masterpiece, I can't wait to record this picture."

The two (?) standing in front of the computer exclaimed in unison, and about 30 seconds later, Romani suddenly saw an ominous sign in the complex data stream.

"Galahad, be careful, there are biological reactions around!"

……

In another space, the sky was dark and it was about to fall into the night.

The sun hangs feebly in the sky, it has lost its huge light and heat appearance, and the inside has become hollow, only a circle of red corona burning feebly remains, and it keeps passing from the pitch-black sun, dripping like water on the land.

The ground is full of bent knives, guns and halberds. Small flowers bloom on the ashes-white ground. A cluster of small flames burn quietly and weakly, circling along the melted and twisted lines of the sword blades. superior.

There was a man sitting cross-legged by the campfire, with his head hanging down on his tall body, motionless, as if he was an old man on the verge of death.

Suddenly, the man's fingers seemed to move.

The author has something to say:

Do you think the protagonist is non-burnable garbage?No, the protagonist is the incarnation of the Salary King! ! !

The sun in the place brought by the avatar of King Xin is actually quite similar to the appearance of the Fuyuki Black Cup.