Chapitre 300

Chapter 300

Author: Luozhou White Horse

The footsteps that Li Xiang had just taken suddenly stopped.

She bowed her head sharply.

Looking at his hand - Chaldeas has a 'Heroic Spirit Summoning System', a system similar to the Great Holy Grail that was built in Dongyingfuyuki.

Therefore, as the 'Master', Ritsuka certainly has a Command Spell on his hand.

And now.

The Command Spell is glowing.

The glowing Command Spell is the prelude to 'Heroic Spirit Summoning'.

But how is this possible?

Even though she hardly attended classes after entering Chaldeas, she still knew some basic mysterious knowledge.

Summoning heroic spirits requires at least holy relics, a basic magic circle, and outlines the 'spiritual foundation' that carries the manifestation of heroic spirits... and so on, holy relics! ?

Tachika suddenly took out the corner of the cloth that Saber had given her.

The fabric is also glowing.

That is, at this moment, Fu Zhixin, or like in ancient myths, God gave the world a revelation.

Li Xiang suddenly knew what it was.

This is... Sacred Skull! ?

"Lika, what happened over there?" Romani's voice was a little anxious: "Chaldeas detected that the magic power on your side is rising rapidly, almost like a level 20 storm-"

What responded to Romani was a shocked voice: "Doctor Romani, you said, is it possible for the heroic spirit to come..."

"With the 'world' as the spiritual base?"

Romani suddenly raised his head and looked at the huge globe in front of the spiritual transfer room.

on that.

The light shines brightly.

In Europe and France, a wild hunting storm is almost brewing.

But it did not bring destruction.

Instead...build.

The summoning of heroic spirits does require a magic circle, and a spiritual foundation on which the magic circle is built.

But in essence, the so-called magic circle is just a carrier.

As long as the level is sufficient, using a magic circle is no different from using other things.

With grass, with strong winds, with hills, with earth...

Use the land where Lixiang is standing at the moment.

The same is true-

This is exactly what Rika and Mash are experiencing at the moment, what they are seeing at the moment.

Prestigious light descends from the sky to the world.

"Oh God--"

Somewhere, the sand was blowing, and a saint in white armor held the French iris flag in her hand, her eyes twinkling and excited.

The French hero who was active in the Hundred Years War between Britain and France, the Catholic saint, Jeanne Dalque prayed here.

It is also the French singularity, but it is located in the core of the hinterland of France. At the top of the towering castle, the dark dragon raised its head violently and let out bursts of roars. The black figure standing in front of it had deep golden eyes. Ning: "What's going on..."

"Damn, damn it!"

In the depths of the castle, there was a man with a thin body and eyes as wide as balls with an angry expression: "Damn, how could he come in person? How can he come here in person?"

"We have to figure out a way, we have to figure out a way-"

"Don't let everything go to waste!"

The man frantically flipped the tan book with the face tattooed in his hand, and countless wriggling tentacles emerged from the book, and an indescribable chaotic atmosphere filled the entire basement: "chaotic, chaotic, crazy, sublime, weird, dark..."

"The endless god that exists in the ultimate abyss... Give me inspiration, give me inspiration!" The babble echoed, and the madness scattered.

Chapter 4 Fafnir: WTM Turn and Run

As a key node in human history with huge deviations, each singularity cannot be generated for no reason, because human nature itself has the power to correct, many deviations will be repaired naturally when the scale is still small, and they will not spread at all. It is more difficult to form a 'singularity' on a world scale.

And here, the reason for the appearance of the French singularity in the 15th century AD is undoubtedly the man who is now lurking in the depths of this castle in the hinterland of France.

He was wearing a black cloak, covering up a figure so thin that he could clearly see his bones, his black hair was messy like withered grass, his eyes were wide and protruding, and the pale face outlined was even more strange.

his name is...

"Gille de Re, what are you doing?"

A cold voice came from above, and the crazy upside-down aura instantly froze.

The silver short-haired girl who was manipulating the dragon at the top of the castle just stepped forward, wearing a black armor that outlines her slender and beautiful figure, and her draped hem wraps around both sides of her white legs.

Her face was delicate and cold, and her golden eyes carried an inexplicable cruelty and hatred towards this world.

"Ah, my holy maiden, you are still so beautiful—" the thin man called 'Gille de Re' couldn't help shouting, and there was only longing in his eyes for the girl in front of him.

However, what he got was an unceremonious response from the girl: "This is the end of the disgusting words, Jill!"

"You should have felt the strangeness just now."

"Yes, my noble holy maiden!" Gildley grinned, and his already thin face became even more terrifying because of the bare fangs in this grin: "I can feel that there are very powerful heroic spirits - even some It may be that the gods in mythology have appeared."

"But it doesn't matter, because the Holy Grail has already been fully activated, except for some recalcitrant guys, this land has already fallen into our hands, and because you are the invincible Jeanne Dalque, under your banner We will win the final victory!"

"The flames of anger have swept the world, this is our revenge, our unwillingness!"

Gildrey's voice echoed in the deepest layers of the castle.

Gilles de Re, an army marshal who belonged to the Kingdom of France during the Hundred Years War between England and France, and one of the followers of Joan of Arc.

At the end of the war, after Joan of Arc was betrayed by the upper-class French nobles and sent to the gallows, Gildrey also withdrew from the stage of history. When he was in the army, he longed for the figure of the Holy Maiden. Not only did the longing not fade in the slightest, but it intensified.

He hated those upper-class nobles who betrayed Joan of Arc, and he was even more eager to see that holy figure again.

He fell into the devil's way because of this, and after praying to the gods to no avail, he resolutely degenerated from a devout Catholic to a notorious wizard, known as 'Bluebeard'.

Of course, on a normal timeline without singularities, Gildray's lifelong pursuits would undoubtedly fail.

But here--

However, he fulfilled his long-cherished wish by meeting a man who called himself 'Solomon', and obtained from him the Holy Grail, which is said to have been soaked in the blood of the Son of God, which can fulfill all wishes.

That was also the person in front of him, the 'Jeanne Dalk' in front of him.

Gathered his longing for the saint in his heart, but also contained the final product of his resentment for the world that betrayed the saint.

She is not the real Joan of Arc.

But it is what Joan of Arc should have in Gildrey's mind, after the resurrection.

Holding a grudge against the world.

Drives the most evil dragon species 'Fafnir' from the bottom abyss.

The 'Dragon Witch' who burns the wrath of betrayal throughout France, Jeanne Dalque!

"Hmph, whatever you want!" Compared to Gildley's crazy and excited appearance, the Dragon Witch still looked indifferent: "I have already sent Fafnir out. Find out the news."

"What do you want to do, what are you planning, I don't care."

"But only one thing..."

"The ultimate revenge can only be accomplished by me, personally!"

The girl's figure went away, and the remaining voice echoed in the surroundings crisply and coldly. Gildrey stared at her disappearing back, and bowed slightly: "That is a matter of course, my noble and longing holy girl!"

"But as your marshal, I should also expel all enemies for you - those who stand in our way are all enemies."

"Even if it's a god."

"You said... right?"

The space suddenly quieted down, silent and strange, but as if there was a huge friction-like shock reverberating in the air, shaking people's hearts, shaking people's irritability, depression, eyes crazy, crazy...

The book in Gildley's hand was opened again, and countless squirming tentacles extended out, covering the field like a mist, and countless eyes were opened above each tentacle, and there were countless compound eyes nested inside each eye. The layers are stacked, and at a glance, they are as dense as honeycombs.

Noble Phantasm: Luoyan City Textbook.

Gildrey obtained it from the Italian magician 'François Prerati' in his search for a way to revive Joan of Arc. It is said to have recorded the forbidden knowledge of the ancient evil gods before the birth of mankind.

Although it was originally a Chinese picture book from Huaxia, and Gildre's hand was just a copy, it also had the effect of communicating with the ancient evil spirits.

And maybe it's because the one who came this time may be the existence of a 'God'...

The communication this time was surprisingly good.

Good enough... directly summoned the evil god to appear.

"Great Cthulhu, God of Sleep, Lord of Lalei..."

The tentacles wriggle, rippling, as if sneaking in the deep sea.

...

"Lixiang? Matthew? What's going on over there!?"

In the communication channel from Chaldeas, Romani Archiman's voice still seemed extremely anxious.

Da Vinci's face by his side was also extremely solemn... Although before that, both of them were just Chaldea's logistics staff, but they have been involved here since the establishment of Chaldeas. They have never heard of such a scene at work.

On the star map of the Earth called 'Chaldias', the Human Observation Organization, the region of France in the 14th century AD, which was already scorched by flames, showing a state of burning, Lixiang and Matthew at this moment. Where it stood, there was a clear golden storm.

Sacred, majestic, as if the sky descended with majesty.

It was just Romani Akiman's anxious cry, but there was no response.

"The unprecedented expansion of the magical storm has blocked the communication of Chaldeas--" Communication across time and space and across eras, just like human observation and spiritual transfer, belong to the mysterious realm.

Since it is a mystery, it will be invalid in the face of a higher level of mystery...

"What happened?" Romani scratched his orange-red hair, and his delicate face was full of dignified and distressed, so he was obviously just a doctor in charge of the physical and mental health of the masters...why do this Work?

Da Vinci over there suddenly calmed down, and his long black hair that was curly at the end was loose, and the face of this medieval artistic genius dressed like a medieval court dress showed a thought: "I have a guess."

"Probably the one we just mentioned...here."

Romani's face suddenly changed.

"You seem... a little scared?" Da Vinci squinted.

"How...how could it be?" Romani smiled, but the smile was somewhat reluctant: "If it's that person, Rika and Matthew should be fine, I should rest assured..."

"yes?"

Da Vinci's eyes were still squinting, she lifted the coffee in her hand, and the corner of her slightly raised mouth brought a little teasing.

With such eyes and expressions, Romagni was inexplicably guilty.

But for the safety of Rika and Mash, I can really feel relieved for a while... After all, if that Saber's words are true, that one should be on their side.

Romani calmed down and looked at Chaldeas.

Bringing the golden light that appeared in the singularity into his eyes... He exhaled.

This breath should not be wrong.

"The Lord... has come..."

Romani Archiman, or the No. 1 Heroic Spirit of Chaldeas, the deity of 'King Solomon', said this in his heart.

...

The sky descends with majestic light, illuminating the whole world.

"...what is this!?"

"I don't know—but, I will protect you, senior!"

"Ah, don't worry, I will fight alongside you, no matter what