The devil is too popular

"Success or failure is a matter of one action, and those who are unsuccessful will be benevolent."

"The sacred relic that I finally stole from the port mafia, if it doesn't work this time..." The young man swallowed hard, then shook his head suddenly—"What ominous things are you thinking about? How could the uncle fail?"

The young man frowned while swallowing. The dry air in the basement was mixed with dust, and his throat was rubbed against the throat between his breaths, making his throat very painful.

My throat hurts so much, if I don't drink water, I think it will become inflamed again, and the inflammation will turn into a high fever...

"Hey, if I had known that I wouldn't have shouted so loudly when I was running away yesterday, it would have been fine if I ran away silently, what kind of cruel words... now everyone outside is chasing me..."

While muttering to himself, he drew a perfect circle with his hands like a compasses, and accurately put those nagging things that would be reported as suspicious sects if they were seen by outsiders. precisely within the circle.

"However, when he said loudly, 'You little dwarf still has a lot to learn!', the cadre's face was really funny."

"If a director makes a documentary for me in the future, maybe this scene will occupy a small segment of 3 seconds. With such a scene, that guy will die in peace..."

"But he doesn't seem to be dead yet. Is he called Zhongyuan Zhongya? Or Zhongyuan Youya?"

"never mind."

The young man stretched out his hand, carefully picking up the dead leaves on the floor like a noble lady.

Although it looks like dead leaves that can be seen everywhere, when you touch it, it has a silky texture for some reason.The dim light in the basement automatically redirects the flow when it shines on dead leaves.

This is exactly the magic material known as the withered silk leaf in the other world. Although it is not rare, it is also very expensive, equivalent to gems of the same size.It can only be created by magicians who have profound attainments in alchemy and pharmacy.

"That's the thing that made me stay up all night yesterday."

The young man said.Rubbing his eyes with one hand, he has heavy dark circles under his eyes, bloodshot eyes all over the eyes, but generally speaking, they are shining brightly, they are the eyes of a pair of careerists.

But the young man made such a large pile in just a few hours yesterday.It seems that he was able to steal the holy relics from the port mafia in Yokohama, and left safely, and he also has his own reliance.

"Should I just put it here? Is it better to change the location...?"

He studied the leaves, and the dead leaves were imprinted in his emerald green eyes, as if they had come back to life again.

Then the young man straightened up and gave up.

"Forget it, let's just follow what the book says. Although the old man who wrote the book is not as talented as this uncle, he should be a good magician who can pass the book on for thousands of years."

He muttered proud words, but he didn't even understand the difference between the most basic magic and magic, which really made people laugh.If an orthodox magician saw him, he would definitely scold him, 'You country bumpkin! 'Bar.

After spending 30 minutes in the basement, he finally finished the magic circle.

The pattern is gaudy, and it is something that only appears in movies. In short, it can only be used to bluff people.

But at the moment when he closed the circle drawn with blood, the magic circle exuded incomparable brilliance.

The young man's eyes were calm, as if he had expected it a long time ago.

"Okay, show up—" He waved his hand vigorously, and with the young man's words, the magic circle burst into light, reflecting the entire basement like daytime, and among the light, a figure appeared faintly on the magic circle.

"The strongest—Saber!!!"

The figure that suddenly appeared was accompanied by the gust of wind, blowing back the young man's blond hair, earrings, and robe. The gust of wind made it difficult for him to even breathe. He stood still with difficulty, covered his eyes with his hands, and laughed exaggeratedly. laugh.

"Oh, with this momentum, he should be an amazing guy—as expected of me! The first summoning is so good!"

After the gust of wind subsided, the young man moved his arms and gradually stood up straight, and a figure also appeared in the dissipated light.

It was a petite and beautiful girl who was completely out of proportion to the previous aura that was almost catastrophic.

Although she was beautiful, she didn't see her face. The girl's face was hidden under the hood. Just from her temperament, she could tell that she was a dreamlike beautiful girl.

If she is walking on the road, 10 out of 10 people will look back at her.And if you want people to fall in love with her, all you need to do is look at the bare white fingertips.

Such a beautiful young girl, the young man naturally didn't take his eyes off him, but he didn't seem to be looking at her in a common sense way.

He narrowed his eyes slightly.

For a moment, the youth's emerald-like beautiful eyes really turned into gem-like texture, shining with inorganic brilliance, and the girl's figure was reflected on them.

"Come on." Different from his cold and beautiful eyes, he excitedly said to himself, "Let me see your attributes...saber, saber..."

"Um???"

"Are you a caster with this attribute???"

"Muscle strength c, agility d, durability d..." the young man muttered there, "Is this really an attribute that a saber should have? In fact, you are really a counterfeit, right?"

"Obviously, I have chosen the twilight time that is most compatible with me to summon. The holy relic is also taken from the port mafia. Although I don't understand it very well, they must prepare the strongest for their leader."

The young man talked about his theft without blushing, and slammed the floor hard, clutching his fist and moaning in pain because it was too hard.

"It stands to reason that the strongest saber must be able to be summoned, but in the end, only you were summoned...?"

The 'you' dragged on, and he made no secret of his contempt.

"And why can't I even see your real name and treasure? Did I really summon you?"

"I can feel from your magic ex and luck ex that you are a great person, but I really don't understand it at all, alas..."

The young man sighed again.

Facing the Master's contempt, the girl servant slightly tilted her head.

Her beautiful black hair protruded from the hood and fell to her shoulders.Even in this squalid basement, it shone brightly as if under the lights.

The magic eye magic created by the youth can concentrate the magic power on the eyes with a specific frequency and shape, and temporarily specialize the eyes into a magic tool, which can easily see through the data of the heroic spirit.This is something that other magicians of the same level cannot do.But he couldn't see through the darkness in her hood to see the girl's face.

The small pointed chin she showed didn't move, the girl just stood there, not showing any indignation at the young man's disgust.He didn't prove his intentions either.

Servants are summoned in the Holy Grail War. Servants are the projections of heroic spirits who can engrave their own existence on the throne of heroes. Those heroic spirits are heroes who have established extremely great achievements or sins in history.

It's hard to imagine that the great figures who used to be all-powerful and whose names resounded through an era, would be as calm as a young girl when they were offended.

And without seeing her real name, if you want to find a hero who matches the girl, you won't be able to find it for a while.

In addition to being noble and faintly revealing a dangerous temperament, she really looks like an ordinary, submissive girl.

Although magicians have always been deviant and regard the moral concepts of the world as nothing, heroic spirits are of course another story, but the summoned Servants are just a little more advanced familiars to them.Calling and shouting at every turn, but the girl's posture, calm like a dead thing, makes people think, 'Is there something wrong with this child (brain)? 'some type of.

"I shouldn't have added the spell of madness. Why didn't you speak?"

"What are you thinking about?"

The young man sat on the ground and said boringly.

Things have come to this point, and it is impossible to drive her away and summon a servant again. Of course, if it can be done, the young man is already shaking hands with the new servant and holding a welcome meeting.

This girl is not the kind of normal servant he wanted, as a saber her physical fitness is frighteningly low, but judging from her totally invisible real name and treasure, as well as that extraordinary ex-level magical power, she may have What secrets to dig.

Although it is completely useless in a certain aspect, after increasing understanding, you may find that this is a great trump card.

In short, you must use what you can use, and turn it into your own strength as soon as possible.Young people understand that "this thing will definitely not come in handy" and those who refuse to understand will lose.

He decided to use words to enhance the relationship between the two people.

"Anyway, how about talking to me?"

"No matter what kind of person you are, after I say that, you will always be a little angry, so please complain to me."

No matter what it is, everything is possible only when there is communication. If you pry open her heart a little bit, you should be able to see the structure there, make use of that structure, or change that structure, and you will see what your own interests need at the time. Do.

The girl's response to him was just to straighten her head again and remain silent.

Silent, silent, the young man waited patiently, and she didn't speak until the dust that had been blown up by the strong wind fell to the ground again.

It was more pleasing to the ear than music, and it melted faster than ice on the tip of the tongue, giving off a cool texture.

"I'm thinking." She said softly, "What should I do with you?"

"..."

In the well-sealed basement, a gust of wind blew, and the dead leaves on the ground were moved a few inches to the side by the wind, and quickly turned into ashes and disappeared in the wind.

The young man opened his eyes wide.

Withered silk leaves are known for their stability in the magic world. They seem fragile, but even if they are burned with fire, pierced with a knife point, or even thrown into volcanic magma, they will not be damaged at all.

And now...

"To be honest, I was angry at me. You said very, very, very..." The girl said three adjectives in a row, but her tone was calm.

Her hand was raised slightly.

The gorgeous black robe slid down the arm, revealing the slender white fingertips.

Her skin was very white, pure white as if the pigment had been wiped off as dirt, not the color of a living thing.

"Very disrespectful words," she said.

Although she said that she was already angry, the girl's tone was very calm, almost with a smile on her face.

Her voice can dazzle those who hear it, but the young man no longer has the energy to dwell on it.

With the movement of her arm raised, the whole basement shook.

At first glance, it looks like it is in an earthquake, but in fact, although this basement looks dilapidated, it is the best place that the young man finally chose out of fear of death.

The physical and magical double insurance, the materials used are the best materials, there are more than 13 magic circles just to maintain stability.

Even if there is a magnitude 10 earthquake and a tornado, this place will be intact.

And at this moment, the shaking in the basement does not seem to be physical, but a deeper, spatial shaking.The basement is shaking violently like a small boat on the top of a huge wave, and it seems that it is shaken out of the boundary between reality and illusion, heading for a deeper and more dangerous world.

The sense of crisis caused the magic to be automatically triggered. Visions appeared faintly in front of the young man's eyes, and his eyes turned into the texture of gemstones again. In a trance, he saw countless pale hands of dead people stretched out from the shadows that the lights could not reach, and they were doing their best. Pulling the basement and all living beings into their cold embrace.

He took a deep breath, used all his life's knowledge to stabilize his body in this shaking, and then suddenly knelt down!

"I beg you in the name of Command Seals, stop and listen to me!"

Command spells are something that all masters in the Holy Grail War have. There are three in total, each of which symbolizes an absolute control over the heroic spirit.It's even possible to order them to commit suicide. It's strange that young people still say "request" even though they use this kind of thing.

His rhetoric didn't really matter, the effect of the Command Seal was absolute, and as soon as he finished speaking, the shaking in the basement stopped.

But it is only temporarily terminated.

It's like a person who jumped from the 20th floor stopped temporarily at the height of the 10th floor. Once time resumes, that person will continue to fall and will undoubtedly fall to his death.This is the case now.

But the girl didn't seem to be stopped by the Command Seal, or even if she stopped for a short moment because of the Command Seal, this was not the reason for her not to continue to attack.

She stopped only because she was interested in what the young man wanted to say to her even if he put a Command Seal on it.The youth's 'request' is also part of the reason.

The basement is tilted, staggering in the boundary between fantasy and reality, but the girl's body stands upright, as if completely unaffected by the outside world.

Her fingertips continued to stretch out in mid-air, and under the hood, despite the darkness, the young man could feel those eyes fixed on him.

She stands, he kneels, she looks down at him.

Her eyes slid across his body coldly.It's like a hunter, a snake, watching its prey, with a little malice and a little carelessness, thinking about where to bite him to death when it waits to bite.

"I accept your request."

The girl spoke with great interest, "And what do you want to say?"

The young man remained kneeling on the ground, his soft and white robe was stained with dust, he put his hands on both sides of his body, and pressed his head down heavily.

There was a bang, and it hurt to hear it.

The young man's blond hair and white forehead were stained. His forehead was stuck to the ground, his eyes were fixed on the floor, and he said loudly, "Please forgive my sins!"

Obviously, he judged others like this before and regarded others as useless people, but his ability to adapt to the wind is really quick.

"Great goddess!"

He added the title.

"..."

Gently, softly, laughter sounded like bells in the basement.

After the girl finished laughing, she withdrew her hand, and her fingertips slid down her robe, falling to her sides, disappearing into the black robe.

From this angle, the young man can clearly see that the soles of the girl's feet are suspended three centimeters above the ground, free from any dust.

"You are such an interesting guy." The girl said, the arrogance in her tone was about to overflow.

This seems to be a harbinger of the end of the war.

"but..."

Her words stopped, as if it was the three seconds of the transition of the movie for people to adapt to. During these three seconds, the young man's heart was beating like thunder, and the blood vessels on his temples were almost about to burst.

"I don't forgive you."

The girl said with a smile.

There was a moment of shaking, and the basement fell to another world again!

"Oh, there's a lot of fun over there, too."

The leader of Southern European magic, the only 7 godslayers in the world, the invincible demon king on the surface of the earth, Tony Salvatore, who has the title of King of Swords, looked back, stood among the ruins, and smiled heartily. with.

It was dusk now, and his blond hair was dyed a brighter, almost gorgeous color in the orange-red sunset.

"I said." He said in an intimate tone, almost as if he was talking to a friend, "you should be more lively, too, old man."

As he spoke, he exerted force on his hand, and the giant sword, which was tens of meters long and as huge as a door panel, pierced the belly of the giant wolf on the ground again, and the giant wolf let out a cry. He grunted in pain, that was clearly a human male voice.

"Stop joking there." The giant wolf said, "You uneducated brat."

"Oh, there's no way, parenting etiquette, etc., I think it should be stipulated by the strong, and only the weak need to abide by it--and I am the one who stipulates!"

"By the way, the first step in defining etiquette is to absolutely forbid serving onion bisque, because I hate onions."

Being slandered at each other, Tony continued to speak with a bright smile, looking very good-natured.

But from the surrounding ruins that were so thorough that even the demolition team couldn't do it-the buildings that were still intact 20 minutes ago!You should be able to know that Tony is definitely not so kind as he shows.

And if you can recognize the identity of the giant wolf in front of him, you will be able to better understand his danger.

"You lost, I won. Old Man Vauban." There are definitely many people with the name Vauban in this world, but there is only one who can be called by Tony with an equal attitude.

It was the Marquis of Vauban, one of the seven Godslayers, the most ferocious monster who called a storm to flood the two port cities just because of an offense.

"After all, I'm a heroic spirit now, with all kinds of strange bonuses, and my body is quite strong." He said in a tone that seemed to show off on purpose, "So I killed you accidentally. "

"Hmph, it's really good. But what if I kill it?"

The giant wolf gradually returned to its original shape and turned into an old man with fierce eyes. He sat on the ground, and the blood that flowed out almost formed a puddle.

"It's just a life, as long as you use your undead body to fight again, not to mention that the magic power supply of your fragile body is not enough now, right?"

"Hmph, after all, you are a mediocre person who has no understanding of spells."

He said, without changing his face to Tony, "Because I know nothing but swords!" He snorted in the optimistic tone of the broken pot.The sarcasm condensed halfway, and was about to speak, but his face suddenly changed.

"Wait, what?"

"Well, this is another world after all." Tony turned around and said to him in the same idiot-comforting tone, "The old man can die once in our world and continue to be resurrected, but dying in this world It means out."

"Yeah, out, out, out."

He said, waving his hands like chasing flies, and when he put his hands down, the old man on the ground had disappeared without a trace.

"Victory in the first battle as a Heroic Spirit!" Tony stretched his waist, his clothes were tattered.The smile on his face seemed to be incomparably bright,

"But isn't it good that the first person to kill is my Master...? Forget it, the old man should be mentally prepared when he calls me."

He looked back at the place he had noticed before, that is, the distance exuding an extremely strong breath of the underworld.

In Tony's knowledge, there is only one person who can exude this kind of breath——

"Isn't Jieai over there?" He said, "I traveled through hundreds of worlds and finally found her."

As he spoke, he struck down the giant sword in his hand casually.

"boom!!!"

The moment the ground was hit by him, the ground shook, opening infinitely deep cracks.As far as the eye can see, the only building that is still standing is just at the end of the crack, and it is shaking violently at this moment, and then it cracks like a building block.Falling into the crack, you can't even hear the sound of landing.

Is the earth such a fragile thing?Everyone who knows the existence of Godslayer will have such doubts.

"It seems much easier now. I am really suitable for living in the wild." Tony said proudly. He really destroyed everything around him just for this reason.Everyone who heard the reason would be dumbfounded.

"Then the next step is to prepare a suitable place, and fight with her slowly, like dancing a waltz."

He said, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he threw the giant sword in his hand into the crack of the earth like a trash can, and left leisurely in the twilight.

"Then, this is the end of our business."

The man's cold, steel-like voice resounded through the reception room, as if absorbed by the wooden walls, without causing any echo.

In front of the man, the big man in suit and leather shoes turned into a completely humble look at this time, nodding and bowing, maintaining a flattering expression.

The big man's right hand was wrapped in a bloody bandage, and the blood was still fresh.

Five minutes ago, he walked into the conference room accompanied by mafia cadres. As soon as he sat down, there were more than a dozen red dots sweeping around his body. Each red dot represented a sniper standing by hundreds of meters away. .Once they judge that he has any unfavorable actions against men, they will not hesitate to pull the trigger.

And just one bullet is enough to tear his upper body and lower body in half

After being seated, there was no pleasantries, a simple "let's get started" was not like a discussion, but more like a notification or an order.The skin with the command spell on the back of the big man's hand was precisely cut off.

Just now, right here, there is not even half anesthesia.The wound was still sending severe pain to his brain that was enough to break down and cry, but he didn't dare to express any dissatisfaction.

Because now in front of him is Osamu Dazai, the head of the port mafia, the absolute ruler of the city.Don't talk about disobedience, just making the other party unhappy will bring about the disaster of killing oneself.

The crime in Osamu Dazai's hands is so serious that it is no longer considered a crime, but rather an honor, showing that this person is an irreversible devil.

It's as if you go to a hunter's house, and his walls display the prey he hunted-the poor, stupid, skulls of prey that don't know how to escape when exposed to a sniper scope.Each skull represents a sin, and you and he both see it as proof of his skill.

"Thank you for your cooperation." Osamu Dazai said, even bowing his head slightly condescendingly.

The big man hurriedly sat aside to avoid it.

"Where, I just did some tiny things."

He said in a panic, fearing that the moment he sat down to confirm the adult's thanks, he would be sentenced to death, and would be knocked down by bullets as soon as he walked out of the gate of Hong Kong black.

"You don't have to be so humble." Osamu Dazai seemed to be grateful but sincerely.

His cold, unwavering eyes swept across the big man's body, focusing on the bandage on the back of his hand, as if the only value of this man in his eyes was there.

And now that piece of skin is sealed in the box in front of Osamu Dazai, and the Command Seal on it will be transferred to him as soon as he returns.

"This is really very important to me." He said, "With you, I already have three Command Seals of the Master in my hands."

"Three Masters...!"

The big man suddenly opened his eyes wide. According to the information, there should be only two people who were approached by Hong Kong gangsters, including him.

But he said three masters...?

Osamu Dazai naturally has no need to deceive him, and if this is true... Could it be that this lord was also chosen as the master of the Holy Grail War?

The Holy Grail War is a magical ritual in which 7 heroic spirits and the master fight each other, and the final winner can hold the Holy Grail and use the universal wishing machine to realize their wishes.And the Master who will be chosen by the Holy Grail is only those who yearn for the Holy Grail.

"But what exactly is your wish that you entrust to the Holy Grail? Is there any wish that you cannot achieve with the power of the port mafia?"

"..."

The room was silent.

He suddenly realized that he had actually spoken out what was in his heart.

"No, no, I'm very sorry..." He suddenly covered his mouth, wanting to make amends to make up for his disrespectful behavior, the big man had already seen the cadre beside Osamu Dazai squint his eyes, looking at him with killing intent he.

In fact, the Holy Grail War is a semi-banned word among the port mafia, because yesterday a bold young man snatched the holy relics collected by the leader and escaped without any punishment.

And the murderous eyes of the cadres also proved that the important words now casually say relevant words, which can easily be regarded as provocation or ulterior motives.

He apologized continuously, and even wanted to kneel down and kowtow to beg for forgiveness. The air in the meeting room became heavier and heavier. Pull the trigger at the same time!

Osamu Dazai stretched out his hand gently, restraining his subordinate's anger.

"Be quiet, Chuya." He said, "It's your incompetence."

"...terribly sorry."

The latter bowed his head respectfully, without saying a word in defense.

Osamu Dazai didn't look back at the cadre, his eyes were on the big man who kept apologizing.There was no wave in his eyes, like a dead thing, like an eternal gem.

The big man raised his head tremblingly.

"It's nothing to say." Dazai Osamu's voice was cold, full of cruelty and majesty.

If the word power is realized, then the answer of Osamu Dazai will definitely come out.His charm lies in killing others.

Everyone will have a good impression of Osamu Dazai, a humble, trembling affection.

It's as if a tornado passed over your head, robbed you of all your belongings, and killed your family and friends.But the tornado has passed, and you are standing in a wilderness. After the catastrophe, there will be a moment when you will really be grateful, "I am still alive", and sincerely thank you for the natural disaster.

The big man maintained such a good opinion of Osamu Dazai, and he was determined not to disobey the young leader of Hong Kong and Black in the future.That person is by no means human can match.He is the higher will, perhaps darkness itself manifested through the human body.

There was just a moment, the big man didn't know if there was such a moment, a gleam of light flashed in Dazai Osamu's eyes, and his voice softened slightly.

"I participated in the Holy Grail War." Osamu Dazai said, "to fulfill a wish."

He narrowed his eyes as if with great pleasure

"For my wife."

Osamu Dazai said.