[FGO] Stone is a bad civilization

What followed Weiluo's voice was not the floor where the other party came out of the darkness, but a menacing black flame wrapped in coldness and malice.

Instinctively, I lowered my body and dodged the opponent's attack, then immediately rolled off the metal bed in a hurry.I didn't have time to think about whether there were any bad bacteria on the sharp edge of the foot of the bed. In desperation, I had to use the edge to cut my palm, read the incantation, and turned the spiritual power into the shape of a knife, and quickly backhanded Throw it at the opponent.

The person hidden in the shadows nimbly avoided the blade, and with a shake of his figure, he rushed towards me quickly.

"Edmond Dantès... wait a minute!"

I hurriedly supported the ground to avoid the opponent's heavy blow, and then took the lead in activating the binding spell before the dark avengers turned around and attacked again.The other party seemed to have noticed the abnormality here, but he couldn't avoid it. He could only be pierced by the spiritual power in the bloodstain I left on the stone floor before, and he was frozen in place.

The ill-prepared spell can barely keep the servant on the opposite side for a moment, but as long as the opponent's movements are slow for a moment, I have enough confidence to completely subdue the Avenger in front of me.Just as I was pinching my handprints and preparing to recite the next mantra, the killing intent that had been lingering around the Cave King suddenly dissipated, and I was taken aback, subconsciously stopping my movements.

The Cave King looked down at his trousers, which were stained dark with blood, but frowned slightly, but did not make any other more intense expressions.

"You still have this kind of ability... Why was it useless when you first met me?"

I immediately understood what he meant, and couldn't help being surprised: "You are the cave king who was in Fuyuki back then?!"

The white-haired young man in the dark green cloak snorted coldly, raised his legs suddenly, and pulled himself out of the thorny spiritual barbs on the ground.He limped a few steps to the side, turned around, and sat down against the wall.

Seeing that the other party suddenly lost his hostility toward me, I tentatively asked, "Do you need my help?"

"No need." The other party said briefly, and then I was surprised to find that the blood stains on his trousers slowly disappeared as if they had been wiped by some special detergent when he finished speaking. .

When the last dark brown stain faded from the Cave King's clothes, I saw him suddenly move his hand that had been hanging casually aside.

"No, wait!" I hurriedly called out to stop the other party, "Did you call me master just now? If it's my servant, explain the current situation to me a little bit? Fuyuki's account can be settled later. ah."

The Cave King sneered from his nasal cavity, and under my nervous gaze, he slowly raised his hand and reached into his suit pocket, took out a cigarette, and slowly put it in his mouth.

With a flick of his finger, he lit a cigarette for himself, squinted his eyes and took a deep drag.

I suddenly thought of the scene when I saw him for the first time, and I couldn't help complaining: "You really can't leave your cigarette, is this also part of your character as the Cave King?"

"This is marijuana, the master of ignorance." The Cave King took another puff of his cigarette, and after puffing out the cloud for a while, he said the second half of the sentence comfortably, "He claims to be a scholar, but he has no knowledge of the past and the present." Don’t you know what kind of person the protagonist of the most famous Chinese and foreign work about revenge is.”

"...I'm really sorry, my research direction is the history of the Age of Gods."

"No problem." The Cave King waved at me generously.

"Anyway, you will stay here with me for a long time. I don't mind showing you what kind of person I am."

The only bed in the room was broken by the Cave King, and there was nothing around for me to sit on. Helpless, I could only stand in the corner farthest from the other party, and asked him with some distress: "So, where is this place? I was obviously in my room before going to bed."

"This is the prison tower." The Cave King said, the cigarette held between his fingers seemed to never burn out, and there was still a faint red glow, which was particularly eye-catching in this small and dim room.

"But I also said that I clearly..."

"This is your dream."

I was taken aback: "My dream?"

The other party nodded, and then continued: "This is the cage for the lost souls, and it is a key part of that plan. According to his plan, you will be imprisoned in this room until you completely lose yourself. Consciousness, turned into magic power, returns to the great source outside the world."

Having said that, he suddenly sneered.

"He has a good plan, what a pity, what a pity! How dare he use that method to plot against me!"

A hideous look appeared on the cave king's face: "I wanted to lend him a helping hand, but since he tampered with my memory so casually, it was only because of that reason..."

Listening to the other party's incoherent thoughts, I suddenly felt at a loss.

Who is the "he" in the cave king's mouth? Is it the unknown behind-the-scenes man, Solomon?

"Master, I ask you."

The Cave King kept his previous ferocious expression, and suddenly asked me, "Do you want to get out alive?"

Without even thinking about it, I replied, "That's natural, right? AVenger, I'm asking you, ordering you to do this..."

"Oh, my dear master."

Before I could finish my sentence, the Cave King raised the corners of his lips, abruptly changing the original distorted expression into a mocking smile.

He said: "Haven't you heard the saying, Curiosity killed the cat. I think that golden heroic spirit has warned you again and again, right? Don't think too much about it, because we all signed a contract with that person, and we must never reveal it." A half word of the big event he planned, yes, even half a word will not work."

I frowned: "Even if I guess, can't you give a corresponding affirmation or negation based on the content of my guess?"

"Sarah, who knows." The Cave King grinned, "I'm an avenger, master. Are you willing to believe the words of a sinner with an unquenchable vengeance in his heart? That would be sweeter than honey, A sharp knife softer than a woman's breast!"

The Avengers metaphor doesn't seem to imply that he's going to lie to me, but I can't see what he's hiding in his words for a while.After thinking for a while, I temporarily gave up my research on this issue.

According to the information previously revealed by the other party, he also seems to know Gilgamesh, and since Fuyuki confirmed at that time, the Cave King is a servant summoned by the tablet as a medium, which means that ,he……

No, wait.I suddenly recalled a sentence that Cave King casually said just now:

"Because we all made a contract with that person, we must never reveal a word about the big things he planned."

Who is "that person"?Is it the old me?But if it's me, what plan do I have to hide from Zhou Mu myself in the future, and even use the form of "contract" to restrain my followers and warn them to be cautious in their words and deeds?

The puzzles came one after another, but I already felt that my thinking brain was about to explode.

In distress, I suddenly caught a glimpse of the spiritual thorns at the foot of the bed that hadn't dissipated.

"By the way," I said in surprise, "if you say that I am in my dream, then, does that mean that I can get what I want now?"

The Cave King was leaning against the wall, with the hand holding the cigarette resting on his bent knee, and raised an eyebrow towards me.

"Because...before you told me that this was a dream, I subconsciously used spells? You see, the blood and spiritual power are so realistic, just like the most successful spells."

The dark avenger sneered.

"It's completely reversed, master." He waved his finger at me, "It's not that what you want comes true, but what you think will be transformed into reality in the most suitable way... and human beings in the conscious dream It is impossible to use all unnatural abilities of magical power and spiritual power."

"...What does this mean? When I realize that this is actually a dream, I can't use spells?"

"It's not impossible." The Cave King glanced at me with great interest, and said, "After all, your strange ability is not based on imagination, but it can hurt me as a follower." , it must not be a virtual product."

I have some incomprehensible words from the other party: "What does this mean?"

It seemed that the puzzled expression on my face was too obvious, and Avenger smiled maliciously.

"I didn't want to remind you. After all, although I am indeed dissatisfied with the status quo, I have no intention of disobeying that person... But, since you have asked this far, let me remind you a little bit." It's not impossible."

The Cave King fingered, and concealed the cigarette on his fingertips.

"My original job was to stay behind the scenes to make sure you wouldn't escape or be rescued by someone, but as I said before, I'm not happy with what that person did, very unhappy."

He stood up on his knees and walked towards me steadily.

The room was dark, small, damp and silent, and the sound of the hard leather heels stepping on the cemented ground was like an iron hammer hitting my heart heavily.

The servant's aura is too strong, seeing the opponent getting closer, I can't help but shrink back half a step.

"Remember, I never thought of helping you, Master. Everything I'm doing now is just for revenge, for revenge on the person who deceived me."

The tall Avenger punched heavily on the wall behind me, and when I was so shocked that my body subconsciously stiffened, he bullied me forward.

The light in my location was not good. After the other party deliberately blocked the light source, I felt that my entire field of vision was darkened by several degrees.The other surrounding furnishings became blurred, but only the servant's extremely bright eyes were still clearly visible.

My heels have been tapped to stone bricks, and my back has been tapped to the wall behind me.There is no real retreat.

"Then, let me tell you the truth about why you hurt me in your dream..."

The heroic spirit named Edmond Dantès leaned down slightly, his tone full of endless gloating.

"You are not using magical power, spiritual power, or imaginative power."

"This is the result of you unconsciously overdrawing your vitality, naive master!"