Comprehensive comic; People are in the wrong place, there is a dimensional simulator

A gentle smile appeared on the visitor's face, and he spoke softly,

"For you, the "Holy Spear" is also like a shackle. The ritual left by the witch is like a "time bomb". You don't want your noble knight king to appear because he sacrificed the girl of the village. , choose to commit suicide without hesitation, right? "

"...The king would never do that!"

"A woman who has a self-destructive mentality, a woman who is so noble and even has a mysophobia... a woman who regards chivalry as the code of conduct in life, don't you think she can?"

Rock's sneer sounded particularly harsh in the tombkeeper's ears.

Anger began to appear in the old man's pupils unconsciously.

"evil ways!"

"If you dare to insult that great king again!"

"Insult? No, this is not an insult. I have always praised her noble character. She is like a saint, but...she doesn't quite understand people's hearts."

After saying that, Rock raised his eyebrows again, looked at the old man who guarded the tomb, and continued to speak,

"Let's not mention the "Holy Spear" thing. Just because you plan to resurrect the King of Knights, I think you'd better stop. "

"Impossible! Our long-cherished wish for thousands of years is to resurrect my king!"

"I mean, Artoria never died, and there is no need to be resurrected."

...Artoria?

Who?

The old tombkeeper's thinking paused for a moment, and soon he clearly understood the object of the other person's words. He couldn't help but raise his voice by several decibels.

"The king, the king is not dead yet? How is that possible?"

"Hicjacet Arthurus Rexquondam Rexquefuturus (Here is where the eternal king Arthur rests), you must have heard of this sentence, right?"

"Of course, what do you want to say?"

"In fact, from that moment on, she was erased from the concepts of life, death, and time, and existed as the guardian of human history."

"What, what?!"

Facing the panicked expression of the old tomb keeper, the young man who had a very clear understanding of the servant system in this world showed a happy smile, raised two fingers, and continued to speak,

"As we all know, magicians are martyrs in pursuit of the root, and before the root, there are two individuals that prevent magicians from reaching the vortex of the root."

"Gaia."

"Alaya."

"Collectively, inhibition."

"...What's the point of telling me this?"

"Don't panic, the so-called followers are originally selected by the inhibitory power, as the guardian force of the planet and human nature. Among the two objects selected by the inhibitory power, Gaia usually fills in all the qualified dead. Entering the list of "Guardians", but Alaya is different..."

Rock faced the old tombkeeper's pupils that instantly shrank, and his smile became more and more cheerful.

"It looks like you've guessed it."

"Alaya will choose the living and freeze the lives of qualified guardians at the last moment of their lives. From this concept, King Arthur and Arturia Pendragon are just in Alaya. He sleeps in the contract of Jesus, never dying from the beginning to the end.”

"So, even though Arturia will be summoned as a Servant, she has never died from the beginning to the end. If she really uses the body of a little girl as a container for the spirit, she will probably be angry and want to Let’s execute all of you unfilial descendants.”

Resurrected after death.

Live to be called.

This must be the position of two concepts. The old gravekeepers are not sure whether the words of the man in front of them are true or false, but it is absolutely impossible for them to easily abandon the mission of their clan that has lasted for thousands of years (ceeb).

"Can't believe what I'm saying?"

Rock looked at the old tombkeeper with a gloomy expression, and laughed again, or rather...his smile never stopped, but he was laughing more cheerfully at this moment.

"Give that child to me, and I will take her to participate in the Holy Grail War and summon the "King of Knights" through that gun. By that time... you will naturally know her answer. "

"...The ceremony in Fuyuki City? It's only 60 years. I've been waiting for you, so there's no need to trouble your distinguished guest."

"Can you actually survive 60 years?"

Looking at the old tombkeeper's face carefully, Roque narrowed his eyes and immediately shook his head.

"Two Holy Grail Wars will kick off soon. Only I know the exact location. By the way, if the first round of changes has already occurred in the girl in your cemetery, if it is not suppressed, Artori will suffer the second round of changes. The appearance of Ya will completely transform her into "King Arthur". "

"..."

The old tombkeeper remained silent and stared at Roque without saying a word, with an obvious look of struggle in his expression.

If there is really an error in the mission of the tombkeeper.

So--

It is not too late to correct it in his generation.

Perhaps compared to the long years, the loss of sacrificing a "God's Son" is very small, and it may even overturn everything the person in front of him said.

but,

The old tombkeeper thought of the deeds of the noble king that only existed in ancient records.

If it were that king, he probably really wouldn't be willing to accept the fate of having to sacrifice the life of an unknown girl.

It felt... as if she was trampling on the chivalry she practiced.

"That child, I can let you take it away."

After struggling for a long time, the old tomb guard seemed to have given up resistance and sighed slightly.

"Please come with me, distinguished guest."

He turned around, and his body seemed to have become a lot more rickety in an instant, no longer as strong as when he appeared in front of Rock.

As an old man of 70 years old, his actual age may be much higher. If he had not inherited the blood of the ancient Celts and had better physical performance than ordinary people, let alone moving freely on the foggy mountain road, he would not be able to move freely. Just walking around in the fields for a short time will make you feel tired.

The gravekeeper at this moment is closer to this characteristic of old age.

Following the footsteps of the gravekeeper in front of him, Rock walked step by step towards the village where the cemetery is located.

but--

I don't know if it's an illusion or what.

He felt that the fog on the way forward seemed to be getting thicker.

Originally it was just mixed with something similar to "spirit", but at this moment, it seems that even the basic composition of the fog has turned into something else.

He couldn't help but feel vigilant in his heart.

His eyes kept scanning around.

Trying to find any clues.

just,

Still nothing.

It wasn't until the fog broke through and the village in the cemetery could be clearly seen that the old man leading the way slowly spoke,

"Although there is no need to say any words of welcome."

"However, at Blackmoya Cemetery, I hope that the distinguished guests should keep in mind some rules."

"First, please remember to pray devoutly to the Black Madonna at all times."

"Secondly, please don't go out late at night."

"Third, be sure not to enter the cemetery alone."

"Fourth, although multiple people can enter the cemetery, please be sure not to approach the swamp."

After the old man said this, he seemed to have lost the will to continue the conversation, lowered his head, and continued to walk forward with a stooped posture.

When walking through a long street, Rock was surprised to find that there were quite a few black teas placed on the rattan tables on the left and right sides of the long street, and there were still wisps of white smoke floating around.

"Is it a local custom? Mr. Gravekeeper, does your cemetery like to use the aroma of black tea instead of the aroma of grass and trees?"

"No, maybe he went to pray."

"There are twenty or thirty cups of hot tea here. Are you telling me that there are so many people living in your cemetery who are like Alzheimer's and don't remember the prayer time?"

Luo Ke faintly began to notice a possibility in his heart, and he immediately opened his blue magic eyes and scanned the surroundings.

In an instant—

densely packed...

Threads of death that almost obscured his vision crept into his eyeballs, and an amount of information that almost completely burned his brain was being poured into his mind.

"...TATARI————!"

The almost overwhelming amount of information allowed Rock to directly confirm the current state of the cemetery. He hurriedly closed the Demonic Eye of Death. The nerves in his brain were as hot as a burning iron and almost made him collapse. land.

"Is he really here?...Why doesn't this old immortal make a contract with Eltrucci and challenge the Sixth Law? Bullshit!"

I couldn't help but curse the owner who might have caused the current accident in this cemetery.

Rock was leaning on a tree trunk beside the road, his face was pale, he was panting, and his expression became extremely gloomy.

"'Principal reaction'... one of Atlas Academy's seven weapons, a weapon capable of recording information and recreating spirit and personality. "

"The vast amount of information that exists around this cemetery today..."

"Is it just making up someone's spirit and personality?"

"...Is it possible that these madmen have really created that 'person'?".

Chapter 168: The so-called "Son of God".

Atlas House.

As one of the three major organizations under the Magic Association.

Within the association, it is known as the "Giant's Cave" and the "House of Accumulation and Measurement".

As Alchemists - Groups gather organizations.

This group of monsters, who are equivalent to pure scientific researchers in the field of magic, have created seven kinds of weapons that can destroy the world from BC to the present era.