Thirty-one: The followers who appeared one after another

In an ordinary city, everything is as ordinary as the small city that Rorona and the others used to supply. Whether it is a hawker or a seal holder who hastily entered the city for a night, everything follows some reasonable rules... just like the world here is exactly the same as the outside world, but... there are different rules in some aspects.

For example, no one from other continents can imagine that in this ordinary city, there are actually heroes and other existences in such cheap hotels? If heroes are good people or bad people in their lifetime, they may become after death. But the most important premise is that they must at least have outstanding strength and achievements.

Just a legendary existence, I am afraid that most people may not be able to see such a wonderful existence in their entire lives, not just outsiders... Even residents who have lived on this continent for a period of time cannot imagine that such things will appear here unless they are participants in this, a certain game.

caster Ge Ping sat upright in the room of this hotel, quietly looking at the ancient books in his hand - it records this kind of summoning heroes and fighting, and the winner will obtain some extremely precious spoils competition or game information. The spell he used to summon before also comes from this ancient book he excavated from a certain ruin.

Such ancient books did not seem to be precious in the past, and they seemed to be mass-produced manuals. Perhaps in addition to himself, there were a few people holding such information in their hands. Although they only recorded the simplest rules and common sense, perhaps these things will influence the outcome of a battle.

"I have knowledge and I am proud..." Ge Ping let out a sigh of relief. He found something from this ancient book that records the game information called "Holy Grail War".

"archer." He raised his head slightly and called in this cheap room - because the materials used to arrange the summoning array before had already spent a lot of Ge Ping's savings, so he rented only this small room that almost made people with some spare money intolerable. But it was also true that he could draw the conclusion that Ge Ping was the only one in the room at a glance, but he called out.

"Slave is here!" A response suddenly came from the empty seat next to Ge Ping's chair.

At the same time, a slightly bloated figure of an aunt slowly appeared in the air, just like the assassin who relieved the stealth technique, but the woman's hand was engraved as an archer - not assassin, but she could do this. The only explanation is that she is not an ordinary person...

Or even humans can only be considered "once they were". At this time, she was summoned again as a heroic spirit as an introduction to Archer. When she saw Ge Ping in front of her, she immediately looked respectful and bowed slightly: "The emperor called me here... Could it be that I have no intention of sleeping, and decided to let me give you a song of needles?"

At the same time, a steel needle appeared in my hand. I don’t know if it was to throw it to myself or Ge Ping?

This weird language obsession made Ge Ping stunned again. Even if it was not the first time, it only took several seconds to understand it, because these few seconds were the translation time in his head.

When Ge Ping heard the words of his heroic spirit, he felt that the room became hot and gently wiped off the sweat beads on his forehead. Now he no longer cared about the obsession with speech. He just thought it was a mistake in summoning. This guy broke his head in the turbulent flow of time and space... In short, as long as he could fight!

"No...I just think that since you were summoned by me with directional summoning, I'm afraid the heroes of other vocational agencies will also appear one after another." Waving his hands out of thin air, Ge Ping explained - "I have knowledge and I am proud of it." He, who scored the full mark in the college graduation test, had the first time he was exhausted and didn't know how to communicate with the heroes in front of him.

"Summoned?" Ge Ping's words made the heroic spirit in front of him widen their eyes, and this action scared Ge Ping's chrysanthemum tightened. He looked at the sharp needle in Archer's hand that had not been able to put away before he could put it away - he could never forget how abnormal she was when he summoned this heroic spirit... Although it was still not normal now!

However, Tsushi said immediately: "If the emperor is talking about the time to enter the palace, I have entered the palace to serve the emperor very early! Even the empress grew up when I watched it." As he said that, he closed his eyes, tilted 45 degrees, as if he had recalled something beautiful.

Although he still doesn't know what the Supreme Emperor or Empress are, don't add inexplicable memories to me... Ge Ping thought so, but in fact he didn't have the courage to tell the fact that the other party actually recognized the wrong person. Perhaps once it was revealed, as a master, he would be stabbed to death by his servants immediately?

"Well..." Ge Ping nodded slightly as if he agreed with what the other party said, and it was true: "I didn't ask you this. I just wanted to know if you sensed other heroes like you."

"Heroic Spirit? Is that a magic horse thing?" The other party looked shocked, not realizing at all. When it comes to the words of the hero, she is actually a hero.

"The words of the heroic spirit...uh." Ge Ping, who was knowledgeable and proud, tasted the taste of the word "deficiency". As for why the heroic spirit asked himself, what the heroic spirit is, this was not enough to confuse him.

"Anyway, it's... the enemy? Have you noticed the existence of enemies nearby?" Ge Ping said carefully. This was exactly the purpose of his call for the archer who was waiting for it, or this was crucial...

Because from the outside perspective alone, there is almost no difference between heroic spirits and ordinary seal holders, but as long as they are heroic spirits, they will feel like they must kill the other party like natural enemies. With this feeling, they can tell whether the other party is an enemy at the moment of meeting.

As if as Ge Ping expected, Archer kicked his eyes again, and his already serious expression that made people's hearts turned a little ferocious. Ge Ping understood that such expression would only appear when he discovered something amazing, or when he was constipated - so it seems... Could it be that Archer was mentioned by me and felt the existence of the enemy?

Years of fighting instinct made Ge Ping touch the magic cannon that had been placed next to the chair as soon as possible, waiting for him: I didn't expect that the enemy's servants had already lurked beside me? Damn, such a quick action was followed by the traces of the magic power leaked when I summoned the heroic spirit before? But since it was easily discovered by the archer, it was probably not assassin...

Archer's expression became even more sinister, as if a man-eating beast - Ge Ping felt a slump when he saw this scene. The hidden enemy might not be simple. Is it worth Archer's seriousness?

"Enemy?" Archer gritted his teeth and said, "Your Majesty, are you talking about the two little bitches Xiaoyanzi and Ziwei? "

Ge Ping: Ah? Who is that?

Before Ge Ping could ask clearly, Archer raised his head and knelt down as if he had just been summoned, and at the same time he kept saying, "Your Majesty, don't be confused by those two little bastards! Some of them are magical cheesy that can attract people!!!"

Before he could finish his words, he changed into the gritted expression: "Don't fall into my hands, otherwise...hum!"

As Archer snorted coldly, the chair that Ge Ping was sitting on when he just knelt down was pinched into powder by her! Just this cold snorkeling was enough to make Ge Ping understand that Archer and the two guys she said seemed to have some unimaginable hatred...

With a "click", Ge Ping also fell to the ground because one foot of the chair was pinched into powder. At the same time, he looked at the completely disappeared chair and felt a drop of cold sweat. Fortunately, she didn't hug my thighs like before... Otherwise, if the thighs were pinched into meat sauce, it would probably be impossible to cure any healing technique.

Ignoring the pain of falling butt, and at the same time Ignoring the damage to the chair, I may have to compensate for it. Ge Ping kicked the broken chair casually into the corner of the room, hurriedly helped the archer up, muttering blankly: "Don't worry, I will not forget your credit... I will not forget your credit, such as Little Swallow, Little Guizi, Golden Lock and Silver Lock Anti-theft Lock, are all trash."

"The emperor is really a wise king! I finally have an explanation to the late Supreme Emperor!" Archer cried bitterly.

"Ha..." Ge Ping answered casually and did not dare to respond. God knew that if the answer was wrong, what would this guy get into...

"It's okay, archer, please wait for it." Ge Ping waved his hand exhaustedly. Perhaps it was a mistake to really treat this servant with a messy memory as an ally.

"Your Majesty, don't really want to give a song to snatch the needle? Even when I was a child, I would fall asleep listening to my servant's song to snatch the needle!" Archer seemed extremely enthusiastic because he had just received a satisfactory reply from the master, and still said unyieldingly.

"No, no need, you should do a good job in the security. My safety is also very important..." Ge Ping said weakly, rubbing his forehead with his hands.

The other party seemed to suddenly understand and nodded heavily: "Zhe! I have a servant here, so that even a fly can't fly in!" A silver light flashed, and a small insect similar to a scarab was about to climb into the hotel room from the window, and was nailed to the wooden window by a sharp embroidery needle...

Although it is not a fly, it is almost the same! More importantly, taking the needle, ejaculation, and stopping the hand, the eyes never had a trace of attention to the target, as if everything was already under her control... When you come in, you will die!

"Uh... there's no need to be so exaggerated." Ge Ping said in surprise. In fact, he was worried that the hotel staff who came to deliver food in the morning would be penetrated by her eyebrows with a needle... You know, since it is a hero with an average strength of 1V5, it may be difficult for the whole city to find someone who can take her and not die.

But then he shook his head and went with her. In fact, Ge Ping himself didn't have much confidence in fully controlling her.

"It seems that while the memory is confused, I also forgot the innate sensing ability of heroic spirits to other servants... have you completely fallen into a passive state?" While Archer's figure slowly disappeared into the air, Ge Ping's words also drifted from the window, following the spring breeze, without a trace.

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It seemed to be confirming Ge Ping's guess that in a city some distance away from him, in a large building with the words "caster association" hanging on the door sign, all the doors and windows were closed tightly. In this case, if the people inside were not on vacation, then something extremely important was going on...

From the faint sound of chanting from the deepest basement, it obviously belongs to the latter.

A large group of mages in black robes surrounded the huge magic circle and made dull spell chanting sounds. The glimmer of light from the lit candles shone brightly on the dark basement, and also brought a strange atmosphere to it.

A roll of things that looked like parchment was thrown into the formation by the man in black robe in the black robe, and immediately followed by his blood that was constantly sprinkling in the formation...

"Is this really OK? It is undoubtedly a violation of the rules by gathering the power of the entire association to summon, right? And is it really a restraining force on the summoned heroes?" One of the people in black robe next to the leader couldn't help but ask, and he could easily hear the words of nervousness.

"You only consider that the summoning failed and all the heroes we summoned were killed. Why didn't you consider that the heroes summoned by the caster magic of the entire association are summoned? All qualities will undoubtedly be unprecedentedly powerful?" The leader of the man who dripped blood down the magic circle said disapprovingly.

"Since it is a bargaining chip, it is understandable even if the burden is a small chance of failure." The leading man stared at the parchment in the magic circle with unknown contracts written, and said as if comforting his companions around him: "Don't worry, I know very well what kind of person he summoned. If you really want to say, he is still close to order... Just ensure that the summoning is successful."

"Okay, since you said that." The man next to him said helplessly, raised his hand slightly, and the singing sounds around him stopped: "The next time is your time..."

"Ah..." The man in the lead agreed and began to chant the mantra that he could not rely on others' help. He could only recite - if Ge Ping was here, he would probably be a little surprised, because this mantra was exactly the same as what he had used before.

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As the spell was completed, the magic circle launched a violent light and was already thick smoke.

After the thick smoke, a slightly tall voice stood in the center of the magic circle - the summoning was completed. Indeed, since Ge Ping could complete the summoning ceremony with his personal strength alone, this kind of purposeful convening a group of casters would not be possible to fail.

Black strong suit, meticulously combed short hair, and although the face is a little fat, you can only draw a strong conclusion based on body shape. However, this somewhat strong hero has an elegant appearance, with bright eyes and leather shoes. The hands are inserted in the pockets, just like the hero who has just been summoned, and his eyes are slightly closed...

At the same time, towards the completion of the summoning, the caster's seal appeared on the left hand of the heroic spirit who was still silent, and the man who summoned him also disappeared.

As the hero, the one who was a hero, also felt this kind of thing, frowned and said, "I took the initiative to hand over the seal to me, even saving the procedures for explanation... Do you have some understanding of my work habits? It seems that I am a guy with some connection with me."

"Okay...the signing is done, and before the end, I admit that you are my client."

"Caster, happy cooperation." The leading man said. He could feel the power of the hero in front of him. His plan was successful. His unprecedentedly powerful qualities made it impossible for him, as a caster, to fight with Saber directly. Since both sides are for the final victory, he did not have a reason to betray him such a powerful master.

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Such a scene also appeared in another location - a small bungalow. It seems that people living here have no money, but this is normal. In a place where prices are so high, most low-level seal holders who don’t make much money choose to settle in such a place.

The roughly drawn magic circle is only drawn with the lowest material, and the technique is extremely clumsy. It seems that the summoner is not a well-educated figure, and he is just a layman in the portrayal of the formation...

But even with such incomplete summons, there was still a figure of a hero standing in the center of the magic circle. It has to be said that this is a miracle and a lucky summoner...

The height of an ordinary person looks like an ordinary hero, with a bald head and a small beard under his nose, but a strong sense of oppression can be felt through his eyes. People with such eyes undoubtedly hold power!

If you really want to show your identity characteristics, only the armband on his left arm with the character "卍" painted... But unfortunately, his master cannot recognize his true identity from here.

"..." The heroic spirit lowered his eyes and was silent.

In front of him were two boys who looked only sixteen or seventeen years old. One of them had yellow hair and was covered in yellow leather armor, and the other had short black hair that looked one year older than the other. If both of them were only of this age, they seemed to be of low level, so it was understandable that they were a little worse here.

But they have one thing in common, that is, their expressions of excitement.

"It's up to me..." The yellow-haired boy rolled up his sleeves with some old leather armor, revealing the inscription stamp on his hand - rider. He knew very well about the current situation. The heroic spirit in front of him was waiting, waiting for them to show the sincerity that the master should hold or must hold.

"Xiao Huang...you?!" The boy with short black hair next to him said uneasy.

As if I had already expected the concerns of my partner next to me, the boy called Xiaohuang smiled and was full of confidence: "Shidan, your strength is undoubtedly stronger than me, so I will do the people who bless and imprint and provide the magic that allows our heroic spirits to exist in the world! Didn't we agree?"

"Wu!" The boy, who knew that he could not convince his companion next to him, spat out in dissatisfaction and emphasized, "Say it again, my name is Stan! Stop talking about that indecent name..."

He didn't care about his companions' complaints at all, Xiao Huang continued, "Don't show such an expression! I won't die because of this, I'm just losing my fighting ability... This is our heroic spirit, we will become the last ones to survive in this game!" After that, he turned to look at the unknown heroic spirit summoned by him and Shit Dan who had been waiting for for a long time.

This... is our heroic spirit! Xiao Huang thought so, with such excited thoughts, "This is my big tree!", and the mantra of "Damn it" almost blurted out because of this excitement...

But he suppressed himself. Now he and Shitdan are no longer the two little shrimps who were chased by monsters for several streets... As long as they hold this existence as heroic spirits, they need to change their indecent hobbies. They are all high-ranking people!

"...My name, tell me! The foolish people." After a long silence, the heroic spirit with the "卍" armband said deeply.

As if he knew it, Xiao Huang raised his left hand and showed his rider's seal: "Your name is...rider! The place where he galloped past, only the winning rider remained."

As the marks were transferred, Xiao Huang understood that the little rookie who had been chased by the monster for several streets had left him... But he didn't need that only. If the participants in the game were not going to want the final victory, right?!

"Is this what..." Unknown hero nodded: "Then I will accept you... No, you should be my subordinates."
Chapter completed!