Occupying one of the spiritual veins of Fuyuki City, in the other magic workshop, which is also a basement, is full of gloomy and damp atmosphere, and the sound of Si Xi Suo came from the corner, like countless insects crawling, making people numb.

Filthy magic emanated from the gap between the walls, stinging his decaying skin, like a dying, nay, how long a zombie had been dead, and he let out a muddy gasp.

He is a man who has embarked on the path of a magician by the forbidden way, turning into a man who is neither human nor ghost, but even if he becomes like this, he still has a crazy will enough to burn his soul to ashes.

No one can stop him from getting the Holy Grail, and he has to win that funny thing.

Once again, he remembered the girl with hollow eyes, as if she had turned into a vegetative person, and after being devoured by the swarm, she had turned into the plaything and tool of his 'grandfather's dirty inkstone; If you don't want her to be truly doomed, then you have to take his place yourself and get what the old guy covets.

The shadow of the inkstone called Kiriri's inkstone has been hanging over this mansion for a long time, like a ghost that will not disperse.

All the people with the blood of the Maki family have once smelled that rancid smell, relying on thousands of marker insects, absorbing the filthy magic, what should have died a long time ago, living with this ugly appearance to the present, dominating the fate of the entire Maki clan.

This is the filthy world of magicians, but innocent people are involved, Sakura, Aoi...... It was for the sake of the woman who didn't get happiness, and the girl who had become a plaything, that the night of the wild goose that had escaped from this rancid nest returned to this place.

Just so that the woman who has become 'Aoi Tosaka' can continue to live happily.

"Aoi ......" The woman's gloomy look suddenly flashed in his mind, as if something had pierced his heart, and the atrium that was about to be numb instantly tightened...... "Aoi, I will definitely win this war and rescue Sakura." Tosaka Shichen can't give you happiness, so I'll give it to you; If Tosaka Tokitomi gets in my way......"

He silently muttered to himself in his heart, and the sudden loss made him feel powerless, and he couldn't help muttering to himself; "What should I do? What do you want me to do? ”

Even if your daughter becomes like this, do you still love that guy? Tosaka Shichen, he, he obviously can't give you anything!

Do you really want to sink into this false happiness...... The decaying sound of decay in the darkness behind him, with a rancid smell, urged him to perform the most important ritual.

He looked at the sudden and temporary increase in incantations, and a look of surprise appeared on his face, which was already numb from pain.

In the spell that summons the Heroic Spirit, add a forbidden phrase to deprive the Heroic Spirit of its rational surname and turn it into a Servant of Chaos and Fury...... Putting aside the uncertain surname of the rank of the Heroic Spirit in the summoning, he forcibly set the rank of the Heroic Spirit as Berserker.

Surprised by the decision of the dirty inkstone, but the night of the wild goose did not have any intention of refutation, if the only emotion expressed, it was just my agreement.

"That's good......"

The chanting has begun, and in the midst of the violent magic power, the monsters parasitic in the body of the wild goose continue to extract most of his burning vitality, turning into hot magic and pouring into the magic circle in front of him. Even so, there was no pause in the high-pitched hoarse chant, and at the most critical moment, he took a deep breath and added the changed spell to the already established summoning ritual.

It's like entering a hidden control code into the system, so the result that was originally full of uncertain surnames is forcibly reversed in one direction.

And thy eyes will be filled with chaos. Thou art a prisoner of madness. I am the one who is in chains—"

Thin pieces of blood erupted from the capillaries, and blood and tears dripped from his left eye, but a terrifying smile appeared on his convulsive and numb face.

Aoiah...... If you want to indulge in this false happiness and cling to it, then let me shatter your false illusions!

Let me save you and Sakura's fate! It's just me!

Jian Tong Yan chanted loudly at night, and roared hoarsely: "Seven days of entanglement of your three great words and spirits, come to the theory of suppression!" …… Guardian of the scales! ”

The last words finally came out, and a series of reactions were generated through the chaotic magic turbulence, and an unsettling figure appeared within the originally empty circle.

In the darkness, the armor-clad samurai let out a furious gasp, like a beast that would burst into a rage and hurt people in the next moment, and pounced forward.

When Tong Yanye saw the figure that had finally condensed into substance, he couldn't help but laugh hoarsely: "Succeeded...... Ha ha...... berserker……”

There is nothing wrong with this furious magical aura and a sense of power that can be clearly felt...... Easily crushing the remaining magical turbulence, the chaotic beast shrouded in armor appeared in front of his eyes.

Raising his head, he saw a metallic luster beyond this era, and the armor that shrouded the servant's body showed a surprisingly delicate type.

It's not the medieval times that require the help of two minions, or even the bulky plate armor that screw hubs to fasten in place, but the delicate and sturdy steel guards.

The armor close to the body covers the servant, and not even a trace of skin is exposed, revealing a kind of hard edges and corners in the subtlety, full of utilitarian beauty.

When you see it, you can't help but think, 'This kind of shape can survive even in the universe, right?' ’

"It's ......"

As if sensing the presence of the Master, the steel figure slowly bent down and leaned over on one knee, his gaze level with that of the wild goose lying on the ground due to severe pain; Even though he was given a berserk caste, he didn't seem to have completely lost his mind.

A muddy, stumbling hoarse voice came from behind the visor, with an unsettling chaos and mania.

"Servant-Berserker is coming......"

The hoarse voice paused, as if thinking about something, trying to say the name, but it was always affected by the confusion of reason.

Finally, he spoke again:

"My name...... Isaac Clark ......"

―――――――――――― not long after the berserker was summoned, an act called 'burglary' was taking place in a certain house in the ant-nest-like residential area of Fuyuki City.

With a pleasant smile and a murderous ghost who is immersed in the pleasure of killing and can't extricate himself, Ryunosuke Yushimi is doing a rather complicated 'sacrifice' activity.

using different methods to destroy the victim's organs before killing the person; Or let people continue to live in pain and not be able to die.

All kinds of curious methods and terrifying whimsy are constantly displayed on the living creatures called life, constituting a perverted pleasure that makes Ryunosuke Yuyu indulge in it.

The so-called sacrifice seemed to him to be nothing more than nonsense, but he enjoyed the excitement of the whole process.

How interesting is it to draw a mysterious magic circle with human blood...... In his opinion, it couldn't be more exciting.

In order to avoid the last time there was not enough blood and failed at the last moment, this time, he specially chose a family of four to carry out his artistic performance.

The palm of his hand with sticky blood grasped an ancient book left over from the end of the Edo period, and according to the strange method in it, he drew a circle that was simply graffiti.

He then shimmered and stammered the mantra above: "Fill it...... Fill it...... Fill it up......"

"Huh? Is it wrong? He said to himself nonchalantly, "Five times? Four times is not too much. ”

Having scribbled through what should have been a solemn and strict ritual, he turned his gaze to the last survivors.

"Hey, little ghost...... his face showed a hungry smile, full of desire to kill, and the blade in his hand slowly aimed at the frightened child, the knife shining.

It was as if a thunderbolt had been empowered in an instant, and the back of his hand suddenly felt like a soldering iron being pressed after it was red, and his palm spasmed unwillingly, almost cutting his hand, and the knife fell to the ground in a trembling tremble.

The sudden pain penetrated his body, and Ryunosuke Yubu resisted the urge to scream, took a deep breath, and lengthened his lips hard, letting out a silent wail.

It was like a dying man moaning in pain, but without the slightest sound.

At the same time as he howled silently, on the crooked blood array, invisible things converged from the void, and the magic power like the tide of the sea followed the magic structure that had been erected in Winterwood Town for hundreds of years, and converged, almost forming a substantial form.

In the wind, everything in the room became a mess, and the writhing magic finally took shape, turning into a strange human form shrouded in black robes.

As if after a long wait, in the surprised gaze of Ryunosuke Yusheng, the 'Demon King' who came out of the circle twisted his neck, and grasped a mysterious book made of old leather in his pale palm.

Taking a deep breath, the alchemist named Ling Ke looked at the ancient book that appeared in his hand and smiled pleasantly.

"I didn't expect that the skills I gained would be this ......"

The ancient book called "The Textbook of the City of Luo" quietly exudes a frenzied evil wave, like a black hole that quietly spins and swallows everything into it...... Slowly raising his head, Ling Ke saw the murderer standing there, as if he had finally reacted, he asked, "Yusheng Ryunosuke?" ”

Yusheng Ryunosuke nodded blankly, looked at the strange human figure in front of him, and said, "Are you the Demon King?" ”

"Yes......" The magician shrouded in darkness walked up to him, looked down at the prostrate figure at his feet, and stretched out a palm: "The demon king who will show you the higher arts......"

The palm of that hand was like a bone claw carrying the smell of decay, obviously warm, but it made people feel like a ghost.

A moment later, the scarlet electric light of alchemy lit up from the dimness, followed by the mad cries of the murderer in extreme pain.

Unfortunately, the screams that were sharp enough to wake up the entire residential area were stopped by the abrupt change in the wall structure, and in the end, everything fell silent.

"It's really a troublesome rule, the master can't die like this." Ling Ke looked down at the murderer who had fallen into a coma, his eyes were full of curiosity: "Then let's transform it...... lest it be too brittle when you get it, and it will be troublesome if someone cuts it off. ”

……

(To be continued)