After the spirit sub-transfer goes wrong

Galahad couldn't help taking a few steps back, the temperature of the cold wall tiles penetrated into his skin through the conceptual dress.

"A long time, long time, how long is it?" The pure knight took a deep breath, and the communicator on his wrist flashed up and down, "Since no newborns have been born, what happened to the seniors and the people I saw? thing?"

Kalamite snorted triumphantly.

"Hmph, no wonder you are guys from outside the world. Although I don't understand why you look so similar to the dwarves here, but for your sincerity, I, Kalamite, will tell you mercifully: Because the original fire that illuminated this world is gradually extinguished, everyone in the world has been cursed, the power of the gods has declined, and mortals have degenerated into immortal walking corpses, only we, the ancient dragon, are gradually waking up from the darkness."

"As the cornerstone of the world, the master voluntarily threw himself into the initial fire as firewood, and merged with the initial fire while his body was completely burned. The master should have fallen into a deep sleep and never woke up, but now the fire is fast Extinct, and was forcibly awakened from eternal sleep by some people who rushed to the doctor. Just in time, you, a little bug, ran in from outside the world, like a small stone thrown into the water, how could the owner of the ripples Admit it?"

"Karamit, I think your skin is itchy recently."

The barefooted nun leaned against the doorway, holding a scythe that could cut heads like wheat, in her bosom, and the iron-gray cold light was reflected on the blade.

……

The black dragon who was chattering suddenly got stuck, the scales on its neck exploded and then smoothed out, trying to get its head out, but was blocked by the narrow window, and finally simply put its head on the ground in an extremely awkward posture.

"Uh, master, I haven't had itchy skin recently, really! I'm just spreading common sense to our distinguished guests hehehe..."

Karamit rolled his eyes, wanting to imitate the coquettish appearance of a certain giant wolf, but the single red eye in the middle of his head gave off a fierce gleam no matter what.

"By the way, master! This kid was fiddling with something on his wrist just now. I'm afraid he was contacting his accomplices to do bad things in Anor Londo!"

"I believe you are blamed, Kalamite, aren't you also the enemy of Anor Londo, why are you staying here now?"

The black dragon let out a "beep", and the beak-shaped mouth of the dragon poked a small hole in the ground.The nameless undead man knocked on the black dragon's hard head, and after making a sound of gold and stone hitting each other, he turned his head to look at the embarrassed Galahad.

The pure knight nervously avoided his sight, and unconsciously stirred his cloak with his fingers.

"Senior, do you know?"

"what do you know?"

"That... I'm not from this world."

"what."

The nameless nun chuckled lightly, and the fragmented snow shadow cut by the flower window fell. From Galahad's point of view, the remaining half of the outline just shone with a hazy glimmer.

"It doesn't matter, this world is going to die anyway, it doesn't matter if there is one more or one less. In fact, as early as the first time you climbed up from the embankment outside Iluziel, I already knew that you are not the world In fact, even Small, as long as he has the heart, can tell your origin."

"In this world, there has never been a guy wearing fancy but defenseless armor. Generally speaking, guys who do this are either killed by wild dogs on the road, or scorched by the dragon's breath on their heads. Even the humblest A thief would not steal such a pair of things that are useless except to look good, would you say so, a magician who used special magic to watch secretly."

A certain doctor who was hiding behind the computer and spying on Isis almost choked to death with a sip of cold coffee, and when the other's indifferent and gentle eyes glanced over, his heartbeat accelerated a few times.

……

This look of blushing and reluctant to move her eyes is exactly the behavior of the heroine in the third-rate novels that have been passed down from ancient times to the nympho when she sees the amazingly talented hero...

Da Vinci, who watched the whole process from the sidelines, complained silently, and was quite sure that some unscrupulous half-nightmare with present vision also saw this scene.

Men, and women... If Blackbeard used this as a blueprint to make games, would there be a peerless masterpiece?At that time, you can suggest to Blackbeard that Romani should be the heroine and Isis should be the hero.

Although this suggestion was not liked by her colleagues, she felt a little excited when she thought about letting King Solomon, who was a suave man with countless harems, taste what it was like to be pursued.Therefore, for the mental health of the people of Chaldea, Dr. Roman, please do not make careless sacrifices!

Da Vinci, who had a little evil in his heart, secretly took out a note, and then the note floated to the black bearded hands looking around, peeking at the beauties of Chaldea.

Heibeard opened the note and was stunned for a while when he saw the writing on it. After wiping his eyes to make sure he read it correctly, he became excited and put down the telescope in his hand with great enthusiasm, hehe Smiling and ran away.

……

"I...I mean, uh, um, I'm not a magician. I'm just an ordinary person. I used special equipment to talk to Galahad at most."

Romani defended in panic, almost incoherently.

The joy of reuniting after a long absence, the astonishment of forgetting the past, and... the sadness of things being different, complex and unspeakable emotions filled the chest, almost making the young man who was purely a blank paper before his death feel at a loss.

"In our place, the only ones who can really use magic are the five magicians, and most of them can only use magic. Uh, a companion of ours accidentally fell into this world before, and Galahad came to find that Senior Isis..."

"So you think I'm that senior?"

The nameless undead man was full of smiles. Although he asked a soft question, it made Roman behind the computer sweat profusely.Her memory is not limited to just a few seconds. The voice "Isis is Isis" on the back of the dragon was really impressive.

Hold on, Romani, you can't be cowardly at this moment!

The young man shouted silently in his heart, took a deep breath, and stared at the long-lost old friend through the communicator that made noise from time to time with his blue eyes.

"Actually, your guess is not wrong. We agree that you are the missing master of Chaldea. Galahad is not a completely living person. He is the soul of an ancient hero possessed by an artificial human. He is the only knight of the round table who found the Holy Grail in the legend of the Holy Grail, and because of his flawless heart, he was led by the Lord and returned to the sky knight."

"Even if thousands of years have passed, the world has changed, and the appearance has changed, I will not give up. Come to think of it, Isis!"

"It turns out that the hero's soul still has this kind of gameplay?" The nameless undead man held up a solid white mist and crushed it with a click, "Here, the hero's soul is directly smashed to eat, look Come on, I want to try a more advanced gameplay."

Romani: ...

Romani: Can we still have a good conversation? This world is so cruel!

"Your name is Galahad, right? Stretch out that hand."

As if driven by some kind of magical power, Galahad stretched out his hand involuntarily. On the communicator, blue light spots flickered, like the heartbeat on the other side of the world.The nameless Salary King bit his finger with his canine teeth, and hot blood like magma fell onto the communicator along his fingertips.

Holding the microphone, Romani watched in a daze as the drop of golden-red liquid grew bigger and bigger on the screen, and finally the golden flame enveloped the entire screen, speechless for a long time.

"Romani, Roman, come back to your senses! The data flow of the communicator is abnormal!"

Da Vinci shouted anxiously, and a large string of program codes flowed out under his fingers, urgently analyzing the changed program. After recovering, Romani just glanced at the data stream and came to a conclusion:

"Da Vinci, don't worry about it. This is a good thing. It means that the old world on the other side of the sea of ​​imaginary numbers has opened up the authority to observe Chaldea."

"But it's just a drop of blood. Is it true that Isis represents the world as the black dragon said? If this is true, then things will be a big deal."

Romani scratched his head distraughtly, and the frizzy hair on the top of his head also drooped softly at this moment.

"I do not know either."

……

How can a tiny heroic spirit move a world?

Romani didn't know, Da Vinci didn't know, even Galahad himself... didn't know.

He only saw that the electronic screen, which was originally full of snowflakes and had a lot of noise, stabilized again after the golden flame burned, and finally, like the LCD screen inside Chaldea, it could even illuminate the dust on the ground. Clearly.

There is no video lag or anything.

The nameless undead clapped her hands, and her fingertips became clean again under the flames ignited by the remaining blood. She turned her head and stared at the young knight with the old eyes of an elder.

"Could it be possible to hide from me the little things you did when I was talking to Gwyndolin? If you want to communicate with your companions, you don't need to be so sneaky, just speak out openly."

She paused and smiled softly.

"My name is not that important to me, an old bone who has been dead for a long time. If you insist on calling me 'Isis', I will reluctantly accept it. When you find your real one After the senior, it will be returned to her."

"But, senior."

"Call me Isis."

The pure-hearted knight was stunned for a moment, and then an uncontrollable smile appeared on his face.

"Yes! Isis!"

On the smooth floor, two figures, one tall and one short, were reflected. Kalamite squatted on the tower in a twisted posture, and a voice slowly escaped from the corner of his mouth:

"Hey, can someone help me?"

The author has something to say:

In fact, very soon, the doctor knew how to use a mortal to move the world XDDD

PS: Blackbeard is very good at making love games. In the FGO event, the plot line made by Blackbeard is known as "the peerless masterpiece hidden in the dung" 2333333

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