Wait, wait, this spell sounds familiar!

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

Isn't it possible that you broke into a certain moon world and was captured like a Servant?!

Even in the midst of teleportation, which seemed to be a routine half-asleep and half-awake, Xia Ran was still able to maintain a certain ability to think, probably because his intelligence and spirit had been greatly enhanced.

He strengthened both of these basic attributes to a value of 60 points, and with the amplification bonus of the obsidian pod, it was a full 80 points......

This is a very scary number, meaning that he is now able to tear apart most of the enemies he has encountered before even by relying on his thoughts.

It is precisely because of this that Xia Ran, whose intelligence and spirit are as high as 80 points at the moment, can begin to perceive some things in the process of teleportation and retain a certain degree of thinking ability, which is not surprising.

If you keep strengthening and growing, but there seems to be no change, then it is unreasonable.

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

He instinctively felt as if he was falling endlessly, in a space where nothing existed, only the gravity that seemed to be a bottomless swamp caught him, making him fall straight down, as if he was passing through an incomparably long space-time tunnel......

Time is not long, but it is not short, because everything is just a subjective feeling, maybe a moment, maybe hundreds of millions of years, anyway, when he fell to the bottom, the feeling of half-dreaming and half-waking quickly disappeared, and the feeling of reality began to penetrate.

From the soul to the body, it is first a feeling for no reason, and then it really receives the information from the five senses-

Dark.

Damp.

Cold.

Even the air seemed to be contaminated, so heavy that it could not flow, and it was immediately reminiscent of sticky black mud......

Very unhappy, extremely disgusted, out of the half-dreaming and half-awake state, Xia Ran quickly entered the state, looked around expressionlessly, suppressed the magic fluctuations that almost instinctively burst out of the body, sweeping away everything around him.

When I noticed the smell of rancid and watery vapor, and the green darkness like the deep sea, I already vaguely knew where I was.

Of course, since there are no absolutes, you still need to confirm it. Thankfully, it was so easy to confirm that he didn't even have to do anything at all.

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

Because the psychic hints made to himself in advance also played a good role, before his consciousness accurately recognized the reality, the psychic shield and stealth technique had been activated at the first time, covering up his aura and sense of existence very well.

Therefore, of course, no one discovered his existence, nor did they realize that in the space of this ugly, dark, disgusting underground worm library, an extremely dangerous uninvited guest had quietly broken in.

Although the extreme disgust, and even a physical discomfort and nausea, made Xia Ran almost set off a devastating firestorm, sending the underground space and the entire mansion on the ground to the sky, but in the end, he still did not act rashly.

And just in front of Xia Ran, in the middle of this enclosed space, the only area where there is light, is holding a tragic ceremony at this moment-

“…… I am the one who accomplishes all the good deeds in the world, and I am the one who gathers all the evils in the world......"

Xia Ran was half-asleep and half-awake before, and the voice that he heard intermittently because of hoarseness was still ringing, as if he was enduring some unbearable pain, gritting his teeth and enduring it, while continuing to chant incantations.

- If that low roar mixed with pain can be regarded as "singing".

It seems that the place and time of entry are relatively coincidental, but it is not that he himself was captured as a Servant...... But if you think about it, the Heroic Spirit is an existence that has become a hero who has left a legend after death and has become an object of worship for his great deeds.

Usually the Heroic Spirit, as a force to protect humanity, is summoned by the world, and the one summoned by humanity is the Servant......

Of course, there are heroes who gather faith after death, there are heroes who do not actually exist, but are born by gathering faith, and there are also heroes who make certain contracts with the world during their lifetime and become heroic spirits after death at the cost of this.

And no matter which one it is, Xia Ran, as an alien soul, has never logged in on Valhalla and left any records. It would be strange if he had been summoned directly.

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

As long as the wielder explicitly expresses hostility and locks a target onto a hostile unit, the Ebony Blade will intelligently perform a persecution process, starting with the automatic release of the Forbidden Demon Realm, preventing the enemy from resisting or escaping through spell or spell-like abilities......

……

……

It was a white-haired man, almost in an extremely embarrassed position, lying in front of the magic array that shimmered slightly, as if his whole body was cramping or dying, and he was convulsing incessantly.

He wore a hood in his tracksuit, his face under the hood was stiff and terrifying, and the remaining intact right eye was dripping down his cheek with bloody tears.

As he chanted the incantation with difficulty, his limbs spasmed, and his capillaries burst and oozed blood.

The summons to the heroes on the other side of the plane, the price that must be paid for the séance ritual......

The feeling of magic that surrounds the whole body cannot be escaped by a magician, and the chills and pain caused by the cyclic peristalsis of the magic circuits in the body.

Even under normal circumstances, the pain of screaming is unbearable, because in this séance ritual they have lost their function as human beings, becoming a part of the mystical ritual, completely becoming a circuit connecting the spirit and the matter.

And most importantly, this man is different from ordinary magicians, his magic circuit is formed by other creatures parasitizing in the body. The burden of activating it is a severe pain that cannot be compared to the pain of other magicians.

However, this man's mental strength completely endured the pain, and as long as he thought of the task he was carrying, he would never retreat here! Even if his physical body has reached its limit!

Because he had been preparing for this for the whole year before-

The bugs that had been eating away at his flesh for the past year had grown to the point where they could not only function as analog magic circuits, but also work desperately to keep their dying master alive.

From the point of view of modern medicine, it is already a miracle that he can still stand and walk, and it is all due to the blessing of his life as a magician.

The price is that after a year of transformation or torture, the speed of physical collapse is faster than expected, for example, palpitations caused by irregular pulse are more commonplace, and you can't eat solid things, but replace them with glucose infusions......

The changes in appearance may be more intuitive -

His hair had turned white, and his skin had scarred everywhere he went, and the rest of the place was bloody. Toxins called mana circulated in the veins, and they could be seen expanding from beneath the almost transparent skin, and their bodies seemed to crawl with blue-black cracks......

This man has paid such a terrible price, and there is only one month left in his life, just to challenge this final test.

It didn't matter at all about his life or something, and if there was anything too late, it was that he had already died before he could get the Holy Grail, and he hadn't been able to save the child from hell......

Thinking of the girl who closed his heart like a doll, he couldn't help but curse Tosaka Tokitomi, and also imposed this curse on himself, his useless waste-

Because this was originally his own fate, but the fate that he once rejected was reincarnated and befell the innocent girl.

There is no way to make amends, but if there is a way to atone for sin, at least the future life of the girl must be returned. Even if you risk your life and fight with your life, as long as you can do it......

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

“…… Thou shalt be blindfolded by chaos, thou art a prisoner in the prison of madness, and I am a manipulator in chains......"

These are two spells that add a forbidden foreign object to the normally summoned spell, as it is a two-part spell that deprives the summoned Servant of reason and relegates the Servant to the Berserker level.

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

This is not a gap that can be bridged by determination, and the magician's magic power will also affect the basic ability of the summoned Servant, so it can only be made up by the rank of the Servant, and the parameters must be fundamentally improved.

"That's right! That's it, Wild Night, add the attribute "Madness" to the summoned Servant! ”

It was a diminutive old man who shouted these words.

He stood on crutches on the edge of the magic circle, at the junction of light and darkness, his bald head and hands and feet shrunk to the point where one could mistake him for a mummy, but his sunken eye sockets were still shining.

"Hurry up and finish the last paragraph, and then as the master of the Berserker, give me a good fight! If I fail this time, I can only look forward to the next sixty years, and judging from the placenta of Tosaka's daughter, I will definitely give birth to an excellent magician......"

The man's shoulders were shaking with the killing intent that had surpassed hatred, and under this naked threat, he could only breathe for a few seconds with great difficulty, and then forced himself to whisper the last incantation in pain as the end of the prayer, and at the same time felt that the magic flowing in his body had accelerated to the limit:

"The spirit of the three words that entangle you comes from the wheel of restraint, the guardian of the scale!"

Moment!

In this enclosed space, the wind howled, and in the wind pressure that made people unable to even open their eyes, the magic array shone brilliantly.