Madness for the Wonderful World

"Really, next, it's time to summon our last heroic spirit." While answering Paracelsus, he also thought of what he was doing now.

For that king, it was a naked betrayal.

However, that's fine.

Because it is not my intention to destroy the world.

Meanwhile, the medium is ready.

The insect that has been transformed into flesh and blood by some kind of heterogeneous magic power can be seen, like the translucent fascia-like insect wings are vibrating, and there is no such thing as an insect that protects itself with a carapace .

It is more like a failed product of magic experiments that can be seen everywhere. It is shaped like an insect by kneading a piece of meat. It can vaguely see the outline of a head and body, but the body All are covered with fleshy tentacles wriggling in the air.

On the worm's head, there are densely packed human-like eyeballs crowded together, and the black pupils in each eyeball are constantly drifting to observe the 360-degree world.

That kind of appearance, even the weirdest insects born in nature, is probably not as weird as this insect and fiend.

However, this worm figurine, which was originally used by Maqili for investigation, found a flesh and blood human figure in the place where the magic fog had not dissipated, and brought a servant belonging to that servant from that body. A small portion of the magic comes back.

It's just that it's impossible to even have consciousness anymore, and the heterogeneous magic power that is about to dissipate has turned the worm with a certain resistance to magic into this appearance.

If Paracelsus hadn't adjusted and analyzed it with the magic sword, which is essentially a spirit sub-calculator, the worm familiar could have been controlled and existed as a medium.

However, just maintaining the existence of the medium requires a lot of mana, which is not a big problem for Maqili.

now--

Using that point of heterogeneous magic power as a medium.

Based on the Holy Grail in "Angelboda".

With the magic fog covering the entire London as a huge magic circle, it is also the source of magic power for the servants.

Because I don't have the confidence to be the master of that existence at all, so I can only do this.

In the end, all that was left was to press the switch, that is, to chant the spell to summon the servant.

However, the moment he opened his mouth, it was as if a huge consciousness enveloped Maqili's whole body.

It was as if there was something huge in the void that glanced at him.

Scarlet, chaotic, indescribable, just a glimpse of one of the pupils, as if the densely packed pupils are endlessly pressing towards him.

A little bit of heterogeneous magic power that was originally used as a medium in the hand began to spread, and at that moment, the magic formula specially set by Paracelsus to control it began to break and leak.

He only felt that part of his body began to alienate, which also made Paracelsus show a surprised expression, when he was about to use the magic sword in his hand to suppress the leaked alienated magic power.

Maqili just stopped it, and signaled Paracelsus not to do anything. At the same time, half of the face of the blue-haired magician, which had already been turned into flesh and blood, started to laugh out loud, and that laughter smacked of madness. .

"It's okay! It's just such a price, it's really cheap." The stronger it is, the more it means that there is nothing wrong with what you do.

Similarly, after a brief exchange, that existence seemed to agree to its own conditions.

A spell was also sent to my mind, like a spell for summoning to make the most of it.

Just like this, Maqili understood that that existence was impatiently preparing to descend.

Facing the unknown existence, Maqili didn't hesitate or fear.

This is a gamble. If you win the gamble, Humanity will continue to exist. If you lose the gamble, it will be no different from what my king did.

In other words, only by betting, betting that that existence is an easy-to-talk existence, can humanity have a glimmer of life.

"You are the descendant of the root in the void—"

Accompanied by the sound of steam from "Angelboda", every time the partially fleshed Maqili sings, the erosion of flesh and blood intensifies a little bit.

"I am the one who prays for the survival of humanity—"

"From the far end of the realm—"

"Through time and space, return to the place of origin—"

By this time, the flesh and blood medium in front of Maqili had fallen to the ground, began to dissolve itself, and turned into pus and blood.

As if to flatten myself, with Maqili as the center, the medium turned into pus and blood gradually outlines complicated symbols and lines on the ground. However, pus and blood are like infinity, and the symbols and lines are more and more more and more.

Until this large underground cavity, which is several kilometers long, was completely covered with scarlet symbols and lines.

"I summon you—"

"Come on!"

"Come on!!"

"Come on!!!"

"Come on!!!"

"Come on!!!!!!"

Every chant is louder and louder than each time.

At the same time, the concentration of magic power in the air began to drop sharply, until this large underground cavity became a magic vacuum.

Because of the magic power, the symbols and lines began to glow, and for a moment, the entire space was filled with dazzling scarlet light.

"Of course—"