Wait, wait, this spell seems to be familiar!

Have you heard it somewhere... Slowly, isn't this a spell to summon heroes?

Could it be that I broke into a certain moon world and was captured like a server?!

Even in teleportation, which seemed to be a conventional half-dream and half-awake, Xia Ran was still able to maintain a certain ability to think, perhaps because his intelligence and spirit were greatly enhanced.

He strengthened these two basic attributes to a value of 60 points, and the increase of the obsidian pod shell is a value of 80 points...

This is a very terrifying number, meaning that he can now even rely on his mind to tear apart most of the enemies he has encountered before.

It is precisely because of this that Xia Ran, who has an intellectual and spiritual value of 80 points, can begin to detect some things during the teleportation process and retain a certain level of thinking ability. This is not surprising.

If you keep strengthening and growing, but there seems to be no change, that is unreasonable.

However, he was not completely awake and his certain thinking ability was not all, so his current thinking still seemed chaotic and vague, and he was unable to perform too complex operations and thinking.

He instinctively felt that he was falling endlessly. In the space where nothing existed, only the gravity that seemed to be the bottomless swamp caught him, making him fall straight downwards all the time, as if he was passing through an extremely long time tunnel...

Time is not long or short, because everything is just subjective feelings, maybe it is a moment, maybe it is billions of years, anyway, when he falls to the bottom, the half-dream and half-awake feeling quickly fades away, and the feeling of reality begins to penetrate.

From the soul to the body, first of all, there is a sense of no reason, and then I can truly receive the message from the five senses-

dark.

Wet.

Cold.

Even the air seems to be stained, it is so heavy that it cannot flow, making people directly reminded of the sticky black mud...

Very unhappy, extremely disgusted, and escaped from the half-dream and half-awake state. Xia Ran quickly entered the state and looked around with an expressionless face. He suppressed his body and almost burst out from his body instinctively, sweeping away all the magic fluctuations around him.

When I noticed the odor of rotten and water vapor, which was as green as dark as the deep sea, I vaguely knew where I was.

Of course, because everything is absolutely absolutely true, it is necessary to confirm it. Fortunately, confirming this kind of thing is very simple, and he doesn't even need to do anything to complete it.

By the way, there is still time for him to seize this opportunity to do some other arrangements and prepare for a thorough worm removal work...

Because the spiritual hints he made to himself in advance also played a good role. Before his consciousness accurately recognized the reality, the spiritual shield and invisibility technique were activated at the first time, covering up his breath and sense of existence well.

Therefore, no one discovered his existence for granted, nor did he realize that this ugly dark, nauseating underground insect repository had quietly entered a very dangerous uninvited guest.

Despite the extreme disgust, even a sense of physical discomfort and disgust, Xia Ran almost caused a devastating flame storm, sending all the underground space and the entire mansion on the ground to heaven, but in the end he did not act rashly.

And just in front of Xia Ran, in the center of this closed space, the only area with light, is currently holding a tragic ceremony-

“…I am the one who accomplished all good deeds in the world, and I am the one who gathered all evil in the world…”

Xia Ran had heard the sound of a slightly blurry because of the hoarseness before, as if she was enduring some unbearable pain, while gritting her teeth and enduring it, while continuing to sing the spell.

——If the low growl mixed with pain can be considered a "singing".

It seems that the place and time of entry are quite coincidental, but it is not that he himself was captured and became a servant... But thinking about it, the hero was an existence transformed by a hero who left a legend after his great achievements and became a person who had become the object of faith.

Usually, heroic spirits are summoned by the world as a force to protect humans, and what humans call is the servant...

Of course, there are heroes who gather faith after death, but there are heroes who actually do not exist, but are born through gather faith, and those who have signed certain contracts with the world during their lifetime and become heroes after death at the cost.

No matter which one is good, Xia Ran, as an alien soul, has never logged in on the Heroic Spirit Terrace and left any record. If he was really summoned directly, that would be a strange thing.

While thinking, he took out the magic blade and prepared to lock the enemy at a critical moment—

As long as the holder clearly expresses hostility and locks a target as an enemy unit, Ebony Blade will conduct a round of persecution process very intelligently, starting from the step of automatically releasing the forbidden demon realm to prevent the enemy from resisting or escaping through spells or spell-like abilities...

...

...

It was a white-haired man, almost in an extremely embarrassed position, lying in front of the magic array with slightly flashing light, as if his muscles were cramping or struggling to death, and he was twitching constantly.

He was wearing a sportswear and a hood. His face was stiff and terrifying. Blood and tears flowed from his remaining intact right eye, dripping down his cheeks.

While singing the spell, his limbs were spasming, capillaries bursting inch by inch, and blood oozing out.

The price that must be paid for the summons issued by the heroes on the other side of time and space...

The feeling of magic power surrounding the whole body cannot escape as long as it is a magician. The chills and pain caused by the squirming of the magic circuit in the body.

Even under normal circumstances, this kind of pain that makes people scream loudly due to the struggle is unbearable, because in this spiritual surrender ceremony, they have lost their functions as humans, become a part of the mysterious ritual, and completely become a circuit connecting the spirit body and matter.

And the most important thing is that this man is different from an ordinary magician. His magic circuit is formed by parasiticizing other creatures in the body. The burden of stimulating it to make it active is a severe pain that other magicians cannot compare to.

However, this man's spiritual power completely endured the pain. As long as he thinks about the tasks he is carrying, he must not retreat here! Even if his ** has reached its limit!

Because he had been preparing for this for the whole year before—

The bugs that have been eroding his ** throughout the year have not only grown to the point where they can play a role in simulated magic circuits, but also can continue their lives and work hard to play a role.

From the perspective of modern medicine, it is already a miracle that he can still stand and walk. This is all due to his life's favor as a magician.

The price is to undergo a year of transformation or torture. The rate of collapse is faster than expected. For example, palpitations caused by irregular pulses are common. You cannot eat solid matter even if you eat, but replace them with glucose infusion...

The changes in appearance may be more intuitive—

His hair has turned white, his skin has scars everywhere he goes, and blood is lost in other places. Toxins called magic circulate in the veins. From the almost transparent skin, they are swelling, and their whole body seems to be covered with blue-black cracks...

This man paid such a heavy price and only one month left in his life, just to challenge this final test.

Life or something is completely unrelated. If there is really something too late, it is that he had already lost his life before he seized the Holy Grail and was unable to save the child from hell...

Thinking of the girl who closed her heart like a doll, he couldn't help but curse Tosaka Toshiko, and also put this curse on himself, his useless waste—

Because this was originally my own destiny, but this fate that I had rejected had been rotated and came to the innocent girl.

There is no way to make compensation, but if there is a path to atonement, at least you have to return the girl's future life. Even if you bet on your life and fight without any chance, as long as you can do it...

While enduring the severe pain of being constantly eroded by parasites in the body, the white-haired man endured the self-blame that was more powerful than this. Every spell he spoke was as if he was bleeding and tears:

"...You should blindfold your eyes with chaos, you are the prisoner of the prison of madness, and I am the manipulator holding chains..."

This is a taboo foreign object added to the spell of normal summoning, because this is two spells that deprive the summoned servant of the reason and degrade the servant to the first level of the Berserker.

Because although he barely became a magician, the quality gap between him and other magicians is still too big.

This is not a gap that can be made up by determination, and the magician's magic will also affect the basic ability of the summoned server, so it can only be compensated by making up for the server's rank, and the parameters must be fundamentally improved.

"That's right! That's it, Yan Ye, add the attribute "crazy" to the summoned servant!"

The person who shouted loudly was a short old man.

He stood on the edge of the magic array with a cane, at the junction of light and darkness. His bald head and hands and feet had shrunk to the point where people mistakenly thought it was a mummy, but his deep eye sockets were still shining brightly.

"Finish the last part quickly, and then fight me as the master of berserker! If I fail this time, I can only look forward to the next sixty years. Judging from the placenta of Tosaka's daughter, I will definitely give birth to an excellent magician..."

The murderous intent that had surpassed the hatred made the man's shoulders tremble constantly. Under this naked threat, he could only breathe very hard for a few seconds, and force himself to growl out the last spell in pain as the end of the prayer. At the same time, he felt that the magic power flowing in his body had accelerated to its limit:

"The three great words that entangle yours comes from the wheel of suppression, the guardian of Libra!"

In a moment!

The wind howled in this closed space. Under the pressure of wind that makes people unable to open their eyes, the magic array shone with brilliant light.
Chapter completed!