The whole world is afraid of me erasing the spiritual base

Fighting, of course it is impossible to fight. It is impossible for Solomon with extremely poor physique to fight with Mordred who is alive and kicking in front of him.

Because fighting would really kill him now, and the consequence of dying and returning to the seat was that the task was not completed, and he had to watch Roman of Chaldea explode himself with the ring, and then erase it together with the body on the seat.In view of this situation, the Magic King chose to give in strategically.

He spread his hands, innocently expressing that he had no intention of killing Mordred.

"I'm not the mastermind behind all of this. Even if I had the magic power to cause all of this, killing people around London is not my hobby. As for your question about Baal chasing you, it is probably because you are A servant summoned by this magic fog, right?"

Baal, and Gaetia...

Dr. Jekyll held his chin in thought.

This way of naming, and being a follower, could it really be...

"What!" Mordred, who moved faster than his head, now has question marks all over his head, "It's true that I was summoned by this mist, so what's the matter? Why do you want your familiar to hunt you down? Me? Judging by the way you manipulate the familiar, it must have been the same caster as Merlin's old color embryo before, come out and fight!"

Merlin... Lao Se Embryo... Because he is going to be beaten like Merlin...

I don't know why he suddenly wanted to laugh, but just as he was about to laugh, the magician finally controlled his muscles, maintained his aloof image, and said:

"I am not a combat servant, Mordred. Since you are a summoned servant, you should be able to feel that this era has begun to distort. Some unidentified people disrupted this era, trying to Destroying the entire pan-human history, the magic fog in London was created by them."

"They used the magic power contained in the magic mist to summon and bring the summoned servants under their command, trying to completely destroy this era. They summoned many servants to wreak havoc in London, and I had to send Baal to clean it up , perhaps it is precisely because of this that Baal made a misjudgment?"

In fact, when this low follower was summoned from the magic mist, he became a follower of the magic mist.And the magic mist, as a substance without subjective consciousness, did not issue any orders to the followers, so in a sense, this low-level follower is equivalent to a "masterless follower".This is also the principle of "capturing" after the [B] [P] [M] trio used the Holy Grail to summon servants in this era.

After listening, Mordred suddenly made a big cut, and sat down on the sofa with a golden knife.

"So that's the case. If you didn't tell me earlier, I'll temporarily forgive your familiar for chasing and killing me! When I came here just now, I also met a strange guy who hid in the mist and attacked me with a knife..."

As he spoke, the rebellious knight's face suddenly wrinkled in confusion.

"It's strange... I have fought against that guy, why can't I remember his appearance, I just remember that he is an assassin. It must be a skill, it must be a skill that can conceal information!"

"It's Jack the Ripper."

Immediately afterwards, Solomon analyzed the current situation of the entire London city for her in detail. The servants summoned by the black hand behind the scenes, soon, Mordred forgot the little festival just now, and became deeply fascinated by the situation in front of him.

It has to be said that compared to Merlin, Mordred's strategy is almost zero in difficulty.

At this time, the door was blocked again, and the air-purified room was freed from the threat of servants fighting.Jekyll put down the coffee cup that had already bottomed out, stared at him with a look of surprise but dared not admit it, and asked softly:

"Wait a minute, Mr. Solomon, since you are a follower, a magician, and possess demon gods like Baal and Gaetia, are you..."

"Ah, you are indeed right, I am that Solomon."

"King Solomon?!"

"Huh? You're that old man who always says that!"

……

In just a few minutes, Solomon saw Mordred go from angry to calm, then from calm to surprised, and finally settled on a subtle expression of contempt.

The reason is unknown, probably because Merlin often misses him in Camelot, right?

Caressing Gaetia's soft belly, Solomon's thoughts crossed the foggy London, flew over the burning singularity, and fell directly to the half-nightmare who was molesting Romani in the Avalon cage.

"It seems that you, Mordred, have a lot of resentment towards Merlin, so much so that even I have turned into a pervert..." Pressing Gaitia who was about to get up to refute, the magician said leisurely, "First of all, I He is a very serious magician, and he just got to know him for some reason. Besides, my attitude towards him is the same as that of the Knights of the Round Table. Don’t label me as Merlin’s accomplice. Finally, if you want to master summoning Merlin, or If you want to go to Avalon, I can provide it as a friendship."

Mordred's eyes widened immediately, and he moved away a little bit in disgust.

"Who wants to summon that pervert, he will be locked in Avalon until the world is destroyed!"

Sensing his master's distraction, Baal, who was fighting on the front line, coughed heavily to express his dissatisfaction.

"King, Jack the Ripper and Mephistopheles have been wiped out, von Hohenheim Paracelsus is seriously wounded and dying, Babbage and Marcie Sorgen are deep in the ground, mosaic Beside the steam engine that took the Holy Grail, I need-"

Before the words fell, Baal let out a very puzzled "Hey".

"... Just now, did something fly past with a 'whoosh' sound? Let me see."

Then he used his multiple eyeballs to scan around, even seeing the robots appearing on every street clearly, but he still didn't know what the thing that flew past just now was.

Sure enough, the eyesight of the demon gods is equal to a negative number.

Solomon withdrew from the contact after a little reassurance, and turned to clairvoyance:

A group of magical gatherings that are almost followers but not followers is flying around in the sky, breaking into the room through the window from time to time.As long as this group of magic breaks in, the humans staying in the room will immediately fall asleep without warning.

Although the nature of the magic power is quite mild, and the person being cast just falls asleep, the side effects caused by it are still unknown.

Solomon knocked on the table and reminded:

"Mordred and Mr. Jekyll, listen to me for the time being, there is something not very good on the streets of London."

A few minutes later, Mordred yelled, "This is Arthur's land, and only I have the right to destroy it." He picked up his sword and walked out, but was stopped by Jekyll.Getia, who was too lazy to move, curled his tail and said in a long voice:

"Idiot, don't you know that the thing that appeared in London is not a Servant? Normal attacks have no effect on him!"

"Who you say is stupid, I think you are, big-fat-cat-"

"Huh? Only the king can say that about me. If it wasn't, if it wasn't... I would have beaten you up! Also, don't call me a nickname, my name is Gai-Tia-"

Solomon carefully observed the quarrel between the pupils of a servant and a demon, and even felt excited.

Getia actually has such a vibrant appearance, does even the inhuman demon god have a side that is extraordinarily close to humans...

Creak, creak—

As if startled by a fierce quarrel, a coffin placed in the corner suddenly made a noise like fingernails scratching glass, and the lid of the coffin was slowly pushed up, revealing the pure white dress inside.Finally, the lid of the coffin fell off with a bang, and a girl with metal horns on her head struggled to crawl out from inside, and then pulled out a small hammer.

Facing Dr. Jekyll, who kept twitching the corner of his mouth, the girl cutely tilted her head and uttered a doubt.

"Well?"

……

"... Her origin is like this. It is an artificial human created by my friend's grandfather, Mr. Victor Frankenstein. It is tentatively named Frankenstein. Now it is temporarily fostered by me...well, temporarily. Although I didn't see how aggressive she was, I'm not very good at interpreting her unique language..."

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...ahhmmmmmm..."

Jekyll looked to King Solomon for help.

"About the language thing, I really have a headache."

"Isn't she saying 'I'm going on an adventure too'!"

"Huh? Is that what Frankenstein meant? It's not impossible to take Frank out, but her ownership is not with me. I need to call Dr. Victor, uh, please don't get me wrong, my friend and His grandfather, Victor Frankenstein, had the same name."

Jekyll looked at Mordred in surprise, then at Frankenstein, and after getting a positive nod, he quickly dialed the phone.And Solomon also took this opportunity to take out the tablet from the imaginary pocket, use Gaetia as a cushion, and write and draw on the sofa.

Just now, the Beast of Mercy smashed the communicator, and Chaldea may be in chaos for a while.

Not long after, Dr. Victor's reply was sent, and Chaldea gradually calmed down after receiving the news, and the adventure plan was put on the agenda.With a wave of the magician's hand, the water in the jug flew out, forming a panoramic map of London in front of several people. With a touch of a finger, the scale immediately zoomed in, showing lifelike streets.

"Now our target is a magical book that is running around in the streets of London. It is currently approaching a house full of books. In that house, there seems to be the reaction of two servants."

"Two cavalry servants? Could it be that they were also summoned by the magic mist? It would be terrible if the three of them got together, let's hurry up!"

"In that case, then I will lead the way for you in front, and wish you all the best in conquering the enemy."

???

Question marks appeared above Mordred's head again.

"You also want to participate in the battle, don't tell me you won't participate."

"Obviously, no, do you think Getia can still fight in his current size?"

Solomon raised his hand and raised the big black cat, which was so fat that it was difficult to turn over, and then he was slapped on the face by the furious demon god.

"And I'm a wounded person now, can I let the wounded go to the front line to fight?"

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Even though it is so cold today, I am still strong enough to update.The ancient sword pit "Gu Jian [Jingwei]" has been newly opened. Lovely people who like ancient swords can go and have a look.

感谢在2020-07-1018:59:05~2020-07-1120:59:04期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Momo 1;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!