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"--stop."

With the sound of the sound, the image suddenly stopped.

"Right here, this summoning test... Da Vinci, are you sure you didn't summon anything?"

Pointing to the blue image that stopped, Xia Heng looked at Da Vinci and asked.

"At that time, I suddenly remembered because of the alarm, and I didn't have time to confirm it, but it should have been summoned, but I couldn't confirm the spiritual foundation."

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Da Vinci didn't seem to think it was his own problem at all, and said confidently.

"It's entirely due to coincidence, I don't think the other party will deliberately calculate that I am conducting a summoning test. After all, the summoned servants will not be controlled by the Demon God Pillar, this is certain, I can only say that the servant What kind of evil existence is it?"

"That's right, but Mash, Rika and the others are completely uncertain right now!? I can't be sure what the Servant's intentions are? If it's just a prank...

"You're too hardworking, Dr. Roman, do you need a cup of coffee?"

Looking at Roman, who had serious dark circles and seemed to be a little unstable, Holmes said this.

"Mr. Emiya's caffeine is just right, and it's very refreshing."

"Then, let's ignore this for now. What is certain is that Fujimaru Tachibana and the others have been teleported to Boston, and there seems to be no other way to successfully enter it other than spiritual transfer, and Chaldea can only establish contact with them. Only then can they be transferred back.”

"exactly."

"That is to say, in the case of insufficient resources, you can no longer transfer other servants, so I can only intervene... Then continue to play, Da Vinci."

Really troublesome situation.Xia Heng sighed and motioned for Da Vinci to continue playing the video.

The first thousand three hundred and thirty-two chapters are mediocre Salem

"One by one, everyone has been waiting for a long time, and the battle preparations are basically ready. Then, this will be the last spiritual transfer."

"The last...spirit transfer."

Listening to Da Vinci's opening remarks, Matthew looked nervously at the gathering around his companions.

Master Fujimaru Tachibana, Servant Geronimo, Thomas Edison, William Shakespeare, Hans Christian Andersen, Medea, Sherlock Holmes...

"why is that?"

Fujimaru Tachibana, who was puzzled by this, asked.

"Literally, because it has been confirmed that this is the last Demonic Pillar that can be observed on Earth... the last singularity. Demonic Pillars who escaped from the Temple of Time. Although they do not know the details of their hiding places, But their existence will cause the distortion of time and space. Although it can only be found through Chaldeas, "Six Three Three" is."

Da Vinci explained with a confident smile.

"This reaction means that this is the last singularity. The Magic Association and the United Threshold have both made the decision that this pseudo-spirit transfer will be the last, and then seal it. With the approval of the director, no more spiritual transfer can be carried out anyway."

"While regrettable, it is also a reasonable order."

Mash closed her eyes and said with an indescribable subtle emotion.

"Since the spiritual transfer includes the element of time jumping, it really shouldn't continue to be used after the human rationale has stabilized."

"That's right, and the last unrest is this incident."

Da Vinci nodded affirmatively and explained.

"A mass disappearance centered on Salem on the east coast of North America. Seventy-two hours have passed since it happened. Let me tell you an outline based on the information we collected and our direct investigation."

"The darkness that suddenly covered Salem, and we named this dark space The Mist. It is now confirmed that this thing that absorbs visible light and other electromagnetic waves does not obey the laws of physics and is a magical phenomenon from the beginning."

At this moment, Romani Aqiman walked in from the entrance of the control room, with dark circles under his eyes caused by not sleeping for several nights, and said as he walked towards the center of the control room.

"The scale of the deployment has basically remained unchanged since it was created. It is almost a perfect circle with a radius of seven kilometers. The vertical height of the fog has reached an average of [*] meters."

"doctor?!"

Looking at Roman who staggered into the crowd, Mash couldn't help but stepped forward to stabilize his figure.Da Vinci also frowned and spoke.

"Didn't I ask you to rest for a while, Roman? As a human, you can't do that kind of high-intensity work without being damaged. There are still a few months before the review by the Magic Association, so it's not necessary for you to work so hard."

"Let's talk about it later, Yinglingwei Palace's preaching is enough for me to eat a pot."

Roman stood firm, said with a bitter face, and then coughed lightly.

"Let's continue to talk about this battle first - about this dark space that we named the fog, it is very easy to invade it, but no one has escaped from it so far. Reconnaissance devices, drones, and wired robots were all engulfed in darkness and disappeared. Or rather, stopped functioning when approached and entered."

"The sensor materials that were hoisted from the helicopters from the U.S. land cover—called Apaches—have also all lost their function."

Geronimo nodded and added.

"Did not a single drone come back?"

"Yes, it seems to be damaged and can't work. Some reporters managed to get through the blockade of the hood and rushed in recklessly, but..."

"There is no sign of those journalists surviving."

Seeing that Matthew stopped talking, Geronimo added again.

"The same is true of the detection results using trained animals, which is really pitiful. Even the entry and exit of wild animals such as birds could not be confirmed."

"Hmm... that means it's turned into a barren land, a barbaric dark place where not even a watt can circulate."

Thomas put on a bitter expression with that lion face, and said sullenly.

"So, it's our magician's turn to appear, and magic should be dealt with with magic." Da Vinci nodded: "We sent in the familiars, computer demons, and self-disciplined automatons with magic barriers. . However, the efforts of the on-site staff were all in vain, and all these attempts were fruitless."

"However, the only successful case came back last night with valuable results..."

"Then you said this at the beginning. The foreshadowing is too long. After all, the hard stories of those beauty masks are none of our business."

Andersen threw out the spicy words without hesitation, only to hear the fierce roar of the lion's head on the side.

"I can't turn a deaf ear to this! You should pay tribute to their sense of mission!"

"My reservation was overwhelmed by the sudden manuscript commission! It's too troublesome! Take a good look at my dark circles!"

Faced with this roar, the petite writer also responded without showing weakness.

"I understand your feelings, but for now, let's just relax, my friend Edison."

Before the two could quarrel, Shakespeare said with a cheerful smile.

"Because it's over no matter what! Our stormy duty hours are over!"

"That one over there, don't mess with it! Now we are discussing the nature of the fog and the next countermeasures! This is the part I hope Tachibana can focus on."

"In other words, even with magic, you can't get in touch with the inside?"

Ignoring the few living treasures on the side, Fujimaru Tachibana looked at Da Vinci and asked.

"That's right, it seems that you have already understood... The only one who returned successfully was a mechanic doll."

Da Vinci nodded and continued to explain.

"The maker is apparently a mechanical watch repairer, but is actually a man who makes a living as a magician's puppeteer. Made of wooden gears and cast iron nails, and baleen, without any modern technology robot."

"This medieval robot brought back the sketches inside the Mist with crystal pupils and matching automatic writing. That's all."

After all, Da Vinci took out a few black and white paintings copied on paper.

The coast with only wooden fences, the medieval-style buildings, the village-like scenery...

"Oooh...this...is indeed the scenery of Salem. A peaceful village of a devout people living in the unremarkable...lawful and incorruptible. sight."

Looking at the picture above, Edison's expression could not help but relieve a little, but then it became tense again.

"But...but! This is by no means modern! Obviously going back centuries!".

Chapter [*] Medieval Witch Trial

"As Edison said, according to the comparison with the recorded data, the scenery depicted by the machine doll is consistent with the village of Salem in the second half of the seventeenth century. That is to say, in that fog, there is a seventeenth century. Colonial World."

Roman coughed lightly and explained.

"Oh." Andersen smiled: "That is to say, it is the territory of Britain. No wonder the beauty mask is not useful."

"Shut up, this is despicable aggression! Damn demon! What happened to the [*] citizens of Salem!?"

As expected, Ying Disheng roared again.

"Anyway, this is not the first invasion that has occurred on this land."

The Native American glanced at the inventor who was a heroic spirit who had been blended with the will of the great leaders of the past, and said plainly, but the other party was speechless.

"Uh—! Uuu..."

"The robot witnesses seventeenth-century Salem. In the present, a precise re-enactment of an era from the past, or displacement magic. As interesting as this is, it will have an immeasurable impact on humanity."

Da Vinci ignored the other servants, and followed Roman's instructions.

"Ying 13 should be doing a good deed of the Demon God Pillar who is still trying to burn down the principles of human beings."

"Magic Pillar... I've always been a little concerned..."

Having said this, Matthew frowned slightly and looked at Geronimo on the side.

"Mr. Geronimo said that Salem was a cursed name? What did that mean?"

"...This is history, it's in the past." Geronimo looked at Edison, and the other's expression was still a little sluggish: "Is it really okay for me to say this? Mr. .Edison."

"...the right thing to do. It's history, something we can't part with... flesh and blood."

"......Um."

With the approval of the other party, Geronimo spoke slowly, his face wrinkled because of the past.

"There have been three tragedies in and around Salem. The first was the plague, an epidemic brought on by whites that drove the Boston Bay state to ruin."

"The second time was a war. Although it was almost equivalent to a massacre, the Wampanoag who survived the disease stubbornly resisted. However, it turned out that the skull of the Wampanoag chief was raised high. hanging in white villages."

"Although the white people were able to survive the winter in that land with the help of the remains of the Wampanoag people who were stricken by the plague. And the name of Massachusetts is preserved as the name of the state, and the story has even become The festival of Hezhongdian is too ironic."

The more it was explained, the more solemn Geronimo's expression became, and the more sluggish Edison's expression became. The originally high lion head could only be lowered now, listening to the unmistakable true history.

"And the third time, the witch trial in Salem. This time, it was white people who killed white people and hanged innocent people while fearing the shadows of demons. Now you can see why I said it was a quilt. Cursed land."

"Um......"

"Witch... Judgment? Isn't it witch hunt?"

Fujimaru Tachibana, who was listening intently, thought for a moment, and finally asked a question.

"It's... the witch trial."