Skill extraction starting from Dragon Clan

"Magician from the Far East, did you use some kind of medium when summoning Yu? To be honest, what kind of medium did you use? It was the bow and arrow or chariot fragments used by Yu in the decisive battle with the King of Xitai. Or is it the inscription on the treaty with Xitai, or is it borrowing the courage from heaven to steal Yu’s mummy?”

The servant's real name was Osmandis, whose tone was unusually calm, but his eyes revealed different emotions, as if he was observing the summoner in front of him.

As the sun, the human god, and the supreme being alongside Amon and Mut, he must impose punishment on the insignificant mortals who dare to overestimate their own abilities and offend the power of God, and the so-called punishment is death!

Anyone who dares to disrespect him, the God on earth, deserves death.

All of the items listed by Osmandis before are ancient in history and contain a large number of mysterious items, whether it is the oldest known contract in the world - a peace treaty personally drawn up by the two kings, or a hope to call upon the gods and the The remains of the unified human god in the present world and the person revered as a pharaoh are all full of unfathomable power, all of which are coveted by magicians.

Facing Osmandis' almost reprimanding inquiry, Ise Sangenri's face could not see the expression because he was wearing a mask, so all he could see was that he just shook his head.

"Great Pharaoh, you guessed it right, the medium through which we summon you is the last jewelry worn by Nefertari."

The patriarch of Ise San told this fact without any secret. After all, he knew very well that the other party was the most powerful heroic spirit in ancient Egypt full of mystery, and was the medium that allowed him to appear as a Holy Grail War Servant. There are only relics related to his beloved concubine.

"Yeah……"

There was a long silence after these words, so long that even the chiefs of the three Ise clans thought that the other party had fallen asleep.

"Hahahaha! You investigated Yu very carefully. It's true. The thing that can summon Yu won't be Yu's own thing. The one who can attract Yu must be Nefertari who will always be illuminated by Yu's sun. The aroma.”

Suddenly, Osmandis burst into laughter, his loud voice resounding throughout the room.

At the same time, his eyes also emitted a sharp light, and his extremely murderous gaze was directed towards the throne in front of him.

In an instant, tens of thousands of rays of light burst out at the same time. Only the Meseketet, whose bow appeared in the underground space, appeared behind Osmandis. The tip of this genuine Noble Phantasm emitted a blazing flash, blasting through Ise San without any effort. The protection around Xuanli's throne also caused violent explosions and bright light that could blind people's eyes.

boom!

Click, click, click!

The four-layer magic barrier set up before summoning the powerful heroic spirit had no ability to stop it, and completely collapsed in an instant.

The transparent bulletproof glass that previously separated Ise Sangenryu and Osmandis was also shattered into smoke, and the thick wall with magic defense was shattered together with its steel shell.

Although the predecessor of this underground workshop was also a shelter designed to prevent nuclear conflicts from occurring during the Cold War between the East and the West, it was still vulnerable to the power of the solar ship.

The leader of the Ise clan, who fell from his throne to the ground, could only stare blankly at this scene and the glorious man who walked towards him step by step.

The reason why Ise Sangenri was able to survive was not because the barrier defense set up by the magicians of the clan worked, nor was it a coincidence caused by luck. It was just because Osmandis believed that killing him directly was not enough punishment, so he could Let him save his life.

"Ordinary man!"

Osmandis yelled at him, his cold voice full of brilliance.

"You dare to desecrate the tomb of Yu's favorite concubine. You must know what your fate will be like. I'll give you two choices: feed the belly of the mythical beast, or let the whole clan disappear with you from the surface of the earth. By the way. , don’t think about using the command spell, a simple one or two strokes of the command spell will be ineffective against Yu, and before that, Yu’s divine light will burn this place to ashes.”

"You...are you going to give up the opportunity to make a wish on the Holy Grail..."

"Hmph! Rather than being ordered by a disrespectful person like you, I would rather get rid of it and hurry up! Make your decision."

The torrent of murderous intent revealed in Osmandis's eyes rolled in like a physical impact. Ise Sangenri's age was simply unable to withstand such a mental impact, and he fainted twice within three seconds.

Facing the fear of Osmandis' murderous intent and violence, his fragile appearance looked so funny and powerless.

But in the current situation, I'm afraid he can't be blamed. After all, if you choose one of the two, no matter which way you go, you will die in the end. It is an inevitable death declaration.

As a mere magician, he could never resist the majesty of the king radiated by Osmandis.

Despite this, under such unfavorable circumstances, the automatic function of the magic costume on Ise Sangentachi's face allowed him to quickly wake up twice. Before falling into a third fainting, he used magic in time to save his life. own consciousness.

"Oh? You are quite brave for a magician. Are you planning to stay awake and taste the taste of death carefully?" Osmandis raised the corner of his eye, showing an interested expression.

It was precisely for this reason that he was a little slow in issuing his punishment, and Ise Sangenri seized this brief opportunity.

"No……"

His body was panting violently. After all, his body was no longer young. It was not easy to maintain his sanity after enduring such a big blow.

But now was not the time to breathe. Ise Sangentachi even suppressed the body's survival instinct and explained the reason for summoning the opponent in as short a statement as possible.

"I don't dare to expect you to forgive my disrespect. I am already prepared to die. I only hope that after my death, you can find a discerning magician in my clan to sign a new contract to fulfill my wish." The great wish of our clan. Maybe you think our clan’s wish is ridiculously small, but for us, the most important wish is to allow our clan to prosper and develop. It is precisely because of this desire that we I will boldly summon you, the God-King."

"That's it..."

Osmandis showed a thoughtful look. It only took two seconds after he listened to Ise Sangenri's words and answered, and these two seconds were the key to whether this clan could survive.

But fortunately, Ise Sangenri accurately grasped the lifeblood of this pharaoh, which was his kindness.

Finally, this glorious man made the Noble Phantasm Sunship, which had been floating in the air behind him, disappear out of thin air. Then he flicked the white robe on his body with a big movement of his hand, shot through the mask with his cold lowered gaze, and looked directly under the mask. The eyes of Ise Sangenri, whose face was tightened, loudly announced:

"I am the brilliance, I am the sky, I am generous! I will keep your little life for the time being. I want to see with my own eyes whether your ambition and desire are enough to be my master, and what the fate of your clan is." It has no value of existence. But as long as Yu finds it boring, Yu’s brilliance will burn you and your entire clan to the bone."

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The lowest level of Okutama Magic Fortress.

The lighting here is surprisingly sufficient, making it impossible to see any dark places in most of the underground space made of reinforced concrete. Perhaps only the summoning room just now was deliberately dark.

At this point, Osmandis's impression of this place is barely good. After all, for the glorious people, light is an indispensable thing. What if he also designated this underground workshop as his " "Cemetery", if everything inside was as dark as night, it would be too out of place.

"But the lights here are obviously so bright, why do they have to be like this?"

Although the interior of the fortress is bright enough, the lifeless buildings are still reminiscent of the interior of a tomb.

Other pharaohs of Osmandis' time might have said nice things, but in his eyes it would only have the opposite effect.

After all, even when he was alive, Osmandis did not pay special attention to his royal tomb.

Although the brightness was very satisfying, he felt uncomfortable in a place similar to a tomb. However, the king kept his word. Since he said that he would judge with his own eyes, if he didn't like it, he would destroy it completely. Broken promise.

As a human god (Pharaoh), he must be fair and strict in his treatment of others, so Osmandis patiently gave Ise Sangen Rito a little time to walk around in the underground workshop.

There were not many people I met on the road, and these people from the Ise clan did not wear the black robes that represented the magician's pursuit of mystery. Instead, they wore white robes that looked more like scholars or doctors.

Make them look less like magicians and more like scholars or scientists who are learning cutting-edge knowledge about civilization.

"Huh! That's it."

Osmandis looked at the tenth person he met on the road who bowed respectfully to him, and looked slightly sideways at the seventh largest room next to him.

After seeing what was inside, even he nodded with some admiration.

Inside that huge room, various large computers filled the space.

It is not a ritual equipment or ritual equipment built based on alchemy or the like, but a machine completely created by modern civilization. According to the knowledge he gained from the Holy Grail, those large, creaking machines should be so-called computers. .

However, compared with conventional computers, the mechanical matrix here is beyond imagination, and it doesn't even look like the same kind of thing at all.

And Osmandis also learned the name of this machine through his clairvoyance: supercomputer.

Although the structure is extremely simple, it can barely be called this.

The contents inside other rooms are also similar. They are all machines made by various modern technologies. Some of them still look like artificial human cultivation tanks composed of modern machines.

"It seems you did not lie."

Judging from what we have seen so far, this clan is indeed an extremely rare group of magicians, and their adaptability to modern science is quite high.

In other words - as a last resort, they can only try to use modern science that magicians originally tabooed to improve technology that has no room for progress.

But it's also quite ridiculous.

Trying to fuse modern science and magic and successfully achieve technological improvements sounds great, but anyone with a little common sense will know that this will only lead to failure.

There is no possibility of fusion between the two because their essential sources of power are different.

The power of magic comes from "mystery", and the only way to improve mystery is history, so in the world of magic, the older it is, the more powerful it is.

Magic rituals passed down from ancient times are definitely more powerful than newly manufactured magic rituals, even if the manufacturing process and materials are exactly the same.

If there is a problem with the ancient magic ritual, you can only use ancient materials to repair it. No matter how excellent the performance of the new material is, as long as it is installed on the ancient magic ritual, its power will be reduced.

In addition to magic costumes, the same principle applies to other things about magic.

Science is just the opposite. The more newly born science is, the more powerful it is. The new science born on the basis of old science must be stronger than the old technology. If accumulated from generation to generation, it will eventually reach a level that cannot be imagined by magic. level.

Therefore, magic and science are two paths that go in opposite directions. What the Ise clan is doing now is simply to use machinery to make up for the lack of mystery, but this in turn makes the mystery more "disintegrated", which in turn only It’s just a vicious cycle that can continue to be compensated mechanically.

"It's so ugly..."

Osmandis didn't think there was any beauty in magicians. Such people already existed during his lifetime, and there were ministers under his command who knew how to use magic.

But the vast majority of magicians are a group of abandoned people who exist in the world but live against it. They don't even understand the skills that the common people who have to bow to the Pharaoh take for granted. They are just fools who can't tell right from wrong. .

Of course, he also knew that the bloodline of magicians in ancient Egypt might not be able to be passed down to the present, but even after a long time, the habits of those guys would not change much.

On this premise, the Ise Tribe also added incompatible technologies, making their "appearance" look particularly ugly.

This is a constant futile struggle before death, almost like a cry on the verge of death.

"Burn it."

The moment Osmandis came to a conclusion in his heart and planned to take actual action, he suddenly noticed a certain deepest room.

This is a pure white room. Even in the entire underground workshop that is brightly illuminated by excessively white modern lights, this room looks particularly bright. Even Osmandis had to squint his eyes slightly after entering. Observe what the room looks like.

Although he planned to burn the place down because of his irritability, something caught his eye, causing him to put aside his thoughts and emotions from the previous second.

What he saw in his field of vision was a short man lying on the bed.

No!

Rather than being short, he is more like a young child. He is a child whose body is covered with tubes and connected to various machines.

"Could it be that you were abused in some way?"

Because the image looked so miserable, even Osmandis couldn't help but think so the moment he saw it.

However, he could tell with just a glance that most of the opponent's body was mutilated. Not only the limbs, but also the internal organs had incredible flaws.

Osmandis turned his head to look at the recording instruments piled in the mechanical device, examined the information conveyed on them, and used his wisdom and clairvoyance to obtain specific information.

It seemed that the child had been suffering from ailments since birth.

It is difficult to accurately identify his age. He looks about four or five years old, but looking at his miserable state, it is difficult to imagine that his body is still growing normally. It is also doubtful whether his actual age matches his appearance.

It's incredible that he can still survive with several major organs almost completely useless. It can be seen that he barely managed to save his life by relying on the magic and scientific technology that the Ise Tribe had pieced together.

As for the reason why he has to survive to this extent, unfortunately, it is probably because he also has a magic circuit.

For a magic family like Isezo that has begun to wither, once a child inherits magic circuits from his parents, they will do whatever it takes to keep him alive to continue their legacy.

Even if the disease causes unbearable pain every time he heartbeats and breathes, repeatedly tormenting this young body, and even if he consumes a lot of resources and money every second he lives, he still has to live.

"..."

The boy noticed the arrival of someone beside him, so he opened his eyes, looked at Osmandis, and looked back at the brilliance of the sun with his pupils that were a little shallow due to being underground for a long time.

He didn't speak, just looked at Osmandis in front of him in silence and curiosity.

Oddly enough, the pharaoh felt no disrespect.

"What's your name?" Osmandis spoke first for the first time since he was summoned.

However, the boy still did not answer. All he responded to was the painful sound of young breathing, which passed through the plastic breathing tube and sounded in Osmandis's ears.

Osmandis was slightly displeased. So far, no one has dared to be so disrespectful to him.

But he didn't mean to lower the punishment. If the data on the recorder is correct, the boy must be bearing a huge burden at this moment. Although he doesn't know whether it is pain or other feelings, it can still be seen. It must be very uncomfortable.

Thinking of this, Osmandis suddenly became interested. What is going on in the minds of people who have been so severely affected by the disease?

This was something he had never encountered before during his lifetime, and the technology of ancient Egypt did not allow a person with such a serious illness to continue to live.

"Yu is a great Pharaoh. As long as you surrender to Yu and have any wishes to pray to the god Yu, Yu is also willing to listen to your wishes and reward you with some mercy."

Osmandis said to the boy so gently, meaning that as long as the other person is willing, he can end his life now.

Osmandis thought that this should be regarded as the greatest mercy for a person who suffered from pain every moment.

Of course, being born into such a magic family does not mean that you will find peace after death, but Osmandis will completely burn down this family in the future, so he does not have to worry about the problems after death.

Hearing Osmandis' words, my weak eyes lit up, I opened my mouth with unimaginable will, and squeezed my words out of my throat bit by bit:

"I... have a... wish..."

A trembling voice sounded through the respirator, and the breath was incredibly weak.

"I hope...everyone in the world...can be...happy..."

The weak words fell, and the boy could no longer say anything else. Only painful gasps were left in the room.

"What?!"

Osmandis lost his composure for the first time. The boy's words made him doubt his own ears. He could not imagine that these were words that a child with a fatal disease could say.

At the same time, the other party's words also gave him a strange feeling. It was not caused by an actual existing organ or power such as breath or magic power, but something that was more difficult to distinguish.

This feeling, this aura, this nobility, and the words he just said...that was really a long, long time ago.

Long before Osmandis was summoned to the twentieth century as a servant, he still had an actual physical soul.

On the banks of the clear Nile River.

What the two most important people in Osmandis' life said to him:

"Rameses, you are about to be on par with the gods... No! You are about to be tied with the god Amun, and you will definitely become the greatest pharaoh of all time. You can do it, because it is you, I dare to say this. Remember , you will definitely bring happiness to all living beings and become the king of kings revered by everyone!"

That day, Osmandis heard his beloved brother say this while beside his beloved girl.

Many emotions welled up in his heart, including pride, respect, and joy.

This was also the first time in his life that he felt that he did not belong to Pharaoh in this young man who broke up with his brother when he truly ascended the throne as Pharaoh, because fate required him to lead many Narna people to part the sea and go to the Promised Land. of divinity.

Osmandis will never forget that even if they parted ways due to opposition, now after ending his only one life, he can still clearly think of the face and voice of this young man who prayed for happiness for all people in the world.

"Yes, no matter how much time passes, people in this world will never change. But I never thought that even in such a long time, there would be people like you in this era..."

In a corner of the underground magic workshop, in a room illuminated by white light, facing a young child whose whole body was connected to instruments and unable to move, Osmandis couldn't help but smile.

"I didn't expect that after three thousand and hundreds of years, I could still hear the same words. Congratulations, bound child, because of your existence, I allowed the Ise Trinity clan to continue to exist. Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha !”

Amidst the high-pitched laughter, the boy did not react at all, and seemed to have passed out before being attacked by pain.

(PS: Perfect, the characters have been confirmed, and the battle will begin tomorrow.)