Chapter 46: The Summoning of the Heroic Spirit

In the gloomy room, part of the ancient building looked pale and terrifying in the miserable moonlight.

The atmosphere was slightly cool, and he lay silently on his side on the floor, staring at the nick on the back of his right hand with a little light—a swirling shape, and a scarlet color like blood... It wasn't until a while ago that he learned the name of the graffiti, which had some kind of fatal appeal.

- Spells.

To be precise, a ticket to the battlefield to capture the Holy Grail.

"Hey, isn't this a step behind the scenes?"

The door opened, and as he turned his gaze, an old man on crutches and a dead man appeared in his field of vision.

… The vigilant sat up, not out of inner fear, but because of the instinctive reaction of this body that had been tortured too much.

"Being chosen by the Holy Grail means that you are recognized as a skilled magician... Anyway, I have to praise you first, Yanye. ”

That's right, this old monster calling his name, this "vampire" who did not hesitate to plant an engraved worm in his body to take the Holy Grail, is his father, the Dirty Inkstone of Makiri.

"But what..."The top-down gaze is unpleasant, and the coldness in each other's eyes has long lost the element of family affection, "It's really miserable, hey, can you still move your left foot?" ”

As if he was provoked by Yan Ye's provocative gaze, or just enjoying the pleasure of sadism, he poked the hardwood cane hard at Yan Ye's left leg!

Burst...

With some sticky echoes, followed by the screams of the wild goose... But there is no doubt that that sound is definitely not what normal muscles should make.

Because, the inside of that foot has long been occupied by insects and slime - it only temporarily retains the skin of the "foot". At most, a month, the worm will eat him from the inside.

"Ahh

Pain brings anger.

Yan Ye, who turned his head and glared at the dirty inkstone, did not hide the killing intent in it at all, and the engraved worm in his body also felt the host's hatred. They accelerated with the blood flow brought about by the emotional changes, opening up a "channel" like plant rhizomes on Yan Ye's face, devouring his flesh and body without restraint.

"Hahaha!"

The old man didn't feel the slightest fear, he opened his mouth wide and let out a burst of creepy laughter.

"Don't be angry, don't be angry, if you stimulate the markworms in your body, they will eat you. Well, but..."

Dirty Yan looked at Yan Ye's left eye, which had obviously lost his vision, and continued to speak in a voice without the slightest pity.

"As far as I can see, you'll have a month left at most."

"Enough..."

Finally, as if this sentence touched his heart, Yan Ye responded to the dirty inkstone's banter for the first time.

"What?"

"I said that's enough!"

Gave his own life, and even gave everything as a gamble just to save another girl... There is no way back for the wild goose, and there is no room for failure.

Within a month, he will surely capture the Holy Grail, and...

"Hahaha, in order to reward you for a year of patience, I specially found a 'holy relic' commensurate with you..."

"Don't waste your father's love for you."

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Midnight, underground, worm barn.

In this place that can never be illuminated by the light, in this hell where there is only pain and worms, only a father and son of the Maki family stand there relatively wordless.

The magic circle has been carved.

This ambition, which has been going on for decades, will begin to write a new chapter again tonight.

"Do you remember the spell you summoned?"

"Yes."

"That's good, but add two more bars of chanting on top of that."

Frowning slightly, the white-haired Yanye didn't understand why he had to temporarily modify the spell at the last moment.

"What's going on?"

"It's nothing, it's simple."

The old man still had a gloomy smile, and although he did not have the slightest emotion for the second son, the simple introduction did not make him impatient.

"Yan Ye, your qualifications as a magician are much worse than those of other masters, and this will also affect the basic ability of the servant, so it is necessary to enhance its parameters through the correction of the servant rank..."

Dirty Yan paused, then smiled even more proudly

"Yan Ye, for the servant summoned this time, I want you to attach the attribute of 'madness' to him."

In this way, even if the summoned Heroic Spirit lacks in the Basic Ability Mountain, the original madness attribute of the Berserker will compensate for this to a large extent... It's just that there will be more requirements for the mana supply of the master.

It's nothing, anyway, Yan Ye obtains magic power by carving insects, and judging from the results, it's just by making the insects eat a little faster, so as to get stronger power.

"When you're ready, get ready to summon."

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The master of ceremonies felt like he was attached to mid-air... This feeling should not have appeared at this time, he was thrown into the mission world realm, he usually directly occupied a certain body, and the current state as if it was a soul made him a little uneasy.

Soon, though, a young man's voice began to call out to him...

"Close, close, close, close, close!"

"The cycle repeats, followed by five, and then when it closes, it is a waste machine."

The strange spell touched someone's memory, just like every time he crossed, the belated torrent of memories finally rushed to the mind of the master of ceremonies, and in that distant but real memory, he held a sharp sword in his hand, and fought bravely to kill the enemy again and again!

"Its base is silver and iron, and its foundation is the Grand Duke of Stone and Contract, whose ancestor is my forefather, Siubai-Oge, and the wind from heaven comes down from heaven, and separates it with walls, and the doors are open in all directions, and all are closed, and it goes out from the crown, and goes back and forth on the three forks of the road to the kingdom..."

The incantation continues, and the memories of him continue to grow... In that treacherous era, he followed the back of a certain maiden, followed the male master of a certain king, and even the dragon fell under his sword!

"Thou shalt obey my commands, and my life is with thy sword, and thou shalt be with thee at the call of the Holy Grail, and if thou wilt obey this will, from now on, then answer! I swear by this, that I will accomplish all the good deeds of the world, that I will destroy some of the evils of the world, and that thou shalt serve me with the blindness of chaos, and thou shalt be the one who is imprisoned in the cage of madness, and I am the one who holds his chains! ”

The chanting of the incantation gradually began to become difficult, and even the master of ceremonies, who was immersed in another memory, could feel the pain of the young voice... And, of course, the shackles that come with your own soul.

"Thou art the Seven Heavens of the Three Great Spirits, the Wheel of Self-Inhibition is here, the guardian of the balances!"

…

Finally, the incantation ended, and the state of vanity, which had never existed, also came to an end, and the master of ceremonies finally truly descended on this world.

When he opened his eyes, the helmet shrouded in a black smoke screen blocked his vision, and along with his breathing and every move, he subconsciously produced a manic mood...

Is this madness?

Shake your head slightly.

By now, even if there was no system, he would have already understood his identity... In terms of physical combat effectiveness alone, the goal of this boarding is indeed very good... Because he's not human at all.

Knight of the Round Table, Lancelot, Rank: Berserker!

If it had been before, I am afraid that the master of ceremonies who entered this body would have been affected by the madness spell, but for him, who has completely experienced and transcended the madness of the present, and still has the origin of "nothing", the so-called madness...

He took off his mask.

It wasn't the European's tall nose and long unkempt hair that appeared in front of him—it was a completely oriental face, a face with black hair and black eyes.

The corners of the man's mouth hooked up an elegant arc, and there was not the slightest trace of a berserker?

…

"Just ask..."

"Are you my master?"

PS: fate chapter 1!! Mud horse, there is a lot of information to collect