Skill extraction starting from Dragon Clan

One month before the start of the Holy Grail War.

The interior of a hidden castle in the forest on the outskirts of Fuyuki City.

"...the number of repetitions should be five, and when it is full, it should be discarded..."

The male voice resounded loudly throughout the space, chanting the incantation to summon the servant.

Theoretically speaking, strings like this were born in pursuit of miracles that cannot be achieved even with the mysteries of magic.

However, the man singing is not a believer in miracles. Like most magicians born in the 20th century, he is just a clever realist.

Originally, as a supernatural and mysterious messenger of fortune, he needed to see the whole world with clearer eyes, but this was not the case with the man in front of him. His face was not ferocious, but his eyes also revealed an unspeakable look of anger.

The reason for summoning a servant is also very simple, just to save one's own life.

It can be seen in the dim light that the man chanting the spell is a man who looks to be about twenty-five years old, with blond hair and brown skin.

His appearance looks quite delicate, and his brown skin gives him a different kind of foreign appeal.

Even in such an impetuous situation, he maintains an elegant temperament and looks like a legendary vampire.

Atram Gari Asta is a descendant of the ancient Middle Eastern blood, a magician of mixed Western European and Arabic descent, a young industrialist, and the son of an oil king.

About two hundred years ago, the ancestors of the Gary Asta family bought a certain magic trick with money and (purely out of interest) left it to their sons as one of the hobbies of the privileged class.

After nearly two centuries of development, Atram's magic has evolved into sacrificing animals to create magical crystallized ores. He is an expert in equal exchange magic, and its foundation is the original Arabic spell.

With that special magic, he conquered some neighboring organizations and even acquired the rights to exploit oil.

In terms of power and wealth in the surface society, it can be said that there are only a handful of them in the Clock Tower.

Unlike Atram's father, who only regarded magic as a pastime for wealthy people, Atram, as a modern man, recognizes the value of magic and intends to utilize it.

He has always believed that oil resources will eventually be exhausted. His idea is to build a workshop that can turn the human body into stable fuel in a short time and can be mass-produced.

For this reason, he also joined the Clock Tower to study, but because he only joined the Clock Tower in these two generations, and the magic he used had almost entered the field of spells, he received treatment that did not match his strength.

After all, for the Clock Tower, the users of spells or superpowers that rely on their own blood and instincts do not have the corresponding knowledge, so they have always been discriminated against by the mainstream.

However, because the wealth controlled by Atram's family is too terrifying, his status can still surpass that of ordinary magicians.

His status in the Magic Association is higher than that of ordinary magicians, and it can be said to be a title bought with money.

Of course, it is lower than the royal families who are pure nobles (such as El-Melloi or Barthemero), and the level of treatment they receive is similar to that of the Tosaka family, who are still recognized as nobles despite their decline.

At this time, Atram was staring closely at the summoning method in front of him and chanting incantations, while his face was distorted.

Summoning a servant so early was not what he wanted, but there was no other way. Atram, who had always had smooth sailing, was forced into a desperate situation by his most proud wealth.

The huge wealth controlled by Atram's family has many benefits for him. Although the people in the Clock Tower secretly look down on him, through this wealth, he can buy resources that ordinary magicians are reluctant to use. practise.

So when he heard that there was a quota in the Clock Tower to participate in the Holy Grail War, he immediately used his wealth to buy the quota from one of the magicians.

Atram's purpose in purchasing this quota was very simple. He had heard before that a monarch in the Clock Tower lost his life because he participated in this ceremony, so his purpose in participating in this Holy Grail War was also to gild himself.

As for the so-called Holy Grail that can fulfill all wishes, it is best to obtain it. Even if it cannot be obtained, Atram will not be sad.

Everything went smoothly before. The people inside the Clock Tower divided up most of the places for the Holy Grail War. Since everyone is a colleague, at least the safety of this Holy Grail War is extremely high.

Then, something unexpected happened.

Originally, the Clock Tower also reserved a place for the three families who constructed the Holy Grail War Ceremony, but for some reason, this place was occupied.

When Atlam heard about this incident, he even ridiculed him, thinking that the person who had squeezed out the quota was too stupid. If he did this, he would definitely encounter desperate resistance from the three families, even if the clock tower could suppress the encroachment. After the quota is secured, people will not live too comfortably.

The subsequent facts proved that his vision was right. The patriarch of the magician family from Germany suddenly activated the backup method of the Holy Grail like crazy, so the number of people who could participate in the Holy Grail War increased to sixteen overnight.

But the subsequent development exceeded everyone's expectations.

Originally, the people in the Clock Tower did not pay too much attention to the sudden increase in quotas. Instead, they felt very happy and came to Fuyuki City with great interest to prepare for the upcoming Holy Grail War.

Then, the nightmare begins.

All the Master candidates for the Holy Grail War were assassinated. Judging from the traces, it was most likely done by a Servant.

The "academic inspection team" sent by the Clock Tower to Fuyuki City was wiped out on the spot, and even the executioners sent by the Clock Tower as many as 30 people were massacred completely.

And after that, the other party still did not stop its pace of massacre. It seemed that it was planning to turn all candidates for the Holy Grail War into civilians with no magic background at all.

Atram was the only survivor among all the victims in this massacre.

The reason why he was able to escape the massacre is also very simple, because Atram returned to the country first to prepare his own "casting materials."

When he arrived in Fuyuki City, he heard about this inhumane massacre. Fortunately, he had enough money, so he used his own private plane to get to Fuyuki City and parked directly at a building he had just acquired in the suburbs. In the castle.

But he also took the initiative to send himself to the opponent's slaughterhouse. Atram didn't even have a chance to escape. He could clearly feel that the opponent's search range was expanding day by day, and the scope of Fuyuki City seemed to be expanding. Established a detection barrier against magicians.

In order to cover up the signs of his existence as much as possible, Atram did not turn on anything related to magic inside the castle.

He allowed his servants to move around naturally above the castle, while he himself huddled in the basement at the bottom of the castle all day long. The entrance to the basement was tightly locked, and all food and water replenishment depended on the storage of the warehouse. room, isolating all possibilities of assassination.

And Atram just locked himself in the dark underground of the castle, constantly studying the summoning rituals about the Holy Grail War, trying to summon the servants as soon as possible.

That's right, Atram has understood the current situation. It is absolutely impossible for him to escape. The only way is to use his servants to fight against his servants.

Finally, one month before the Holy Grail War was about to begin, Atram thoroughly studied the summoning ritual and could summon the servants in advance at a higher cost than normal.

In fact, he didn't really want to summon it at this point in time, because with his skills, summoning a servant so early would only be able to summon the next three levels at most.

However, Atlam, who had been locked up in the basement for several months and had no worries about food and clothing since childhood, had reached his mental limit.

Therefore, with a do-or-die attitude, he started all the magic spell preparations that had been adjusted in the basement, intending to summon his own followers before the enemy followers came to break through the protection. (Although at this time, due to Zheng Shu, Semiramis has given up the plan to continue to rob and kill the master candidates.)

Looking at the group of holy relics placed in the center of the magic circle, Atlam's eyes were full of unwillingness.

The holy relic he wanted to find before was a Bodhi leaf stained with dragon's blood, in order to summon the legendary dragon-slaying hero Siegfried.

But due to various accidents, the Bodhi leaves were burned, so he could only retreat. Since he couldn't summon someone who could slay the dragon, he would summon someone who could summon the dragon.

So he collected the Golden Fleece as a holy relic and planned to summon Medea.

However, when seeing the holy relics, Atram always felt that he had been tricked, because this so-called golden wool did not have the legendary magic, and it did not look like real wool. The feel looks more like modern fiber products.

But by the time Atram realized something was wrong, he had already locked himself in the basement, and the guy who sold him the holy relic had already died in the previous massacre of the master candidates.

With no other choice, Atram could only place the thing that looked more like artificial leather on the summoning array to see what he could summon.

When the incantation reached the final step, the bright red magic circle on the ground released a large amount of magic light. At this moment, the invisible spirit body obtained a false body through the power of ether, and the impossible summoning became possible again.

In front of the man who finished reciting the incantation, the servant successfully appeared.

The class is Caster.

Wearing a thick black robe, the upper half of her face is covered, but the young and soft female body can still be seen through the loose robe.

"Succeeded? That thing is actually genuine?" Atram looked a little excited, "That's great!"

After completing the impossible summoning miracle, Atram admired this moment in his heart. Even in such a critical situation, he still wanted to shout selflessly.

At the same time, he also felt strongly that his family's footsteps in magic had not stopped. The history that was considered to be accumulated in the Middle East, where magic was backward, now had a definite meaning.

Of course, the most important thing besides this is that his life is finally safe.

"Hahaha..." Atram looked up to the sky and laughed, "Hahahaha!"

After the laughter, there were excited cheers, and the mood was perhaps a little more exciting than when he chanted the curse just now: "Successful! Successful!"

It wasn't until he felt that his limbs were a little tired that he finally stopped celebrating and became a little calmer.

"Hahaha, Heroic Spirit... No, the servant is mine. I have finally obtained the qualification to send the servant as a familiar, and I can join this war!"

"I must win! I must kill that bastard who dares to make me suffer such humiliation. No, I must kill all the other Masters, and then take the Holy Grail back personally!" Atram said crazily, venting his anger. I feel the pressure and loneliness I have accumulated over the past few months.

With Caster, he can completely transform his castle into the strongest magic workshop. Any magician who dares to cross the threshold will be killed. Even the attacking servants will have to suffer the consequences.

Rely on the power of yourself and the "woman" in front of you!

"Follower..."

Gradually, Atram suddenly realized that this figure connected to his magic power through summoning, the legendary heroic spirit who was successfully sacrificed, the key to the Holy Grail War: the Servant, actually looked like a young and beautiful woman. .

The moment Atram realized this, a sudden impulse flashed through his mind.

Servants have extremely powerful powers that are beyond human understanding. They are myths and legends that reappear in the world. They can freely control mysteries that magicians cannot know as if they are playing games.

Therefore...even if she is really a young girl, she cannot be an ordinary person, not to mention that he is using the Golden Fleece, and there is a high probability that he summoned the legendary betrayal witch Medea.

but……

Seeing the woman in front of him who was far beyond his knowledge, Atlam was shocked in his heart, as if his bones were getting hot. It was a reaction he had never experienced in his more than twenty years of life.

Atram is not a man who lacks women. Not to mention that his family's wealth is enough to allow him to read all kinds of flowers. Atlam's family still practices slavery, so for him, women have never been Not a scarce resource.

But the person in front of me is different. In addition to her power far beyond the understanding of ordinary people, the most important thing may be the origin of the other person. Of course, the person who lived alone in the basement and was sealed for several months is also What triggered his idea.

If it weren't for the superposition of these factors, Atram wouldn't have reacted like this, and perhaps there would still be room to calmly observe this woman who transformed from mystery into reality.

But that's the reality.

Atram was deeply interested in or, more specifically, lustful about the followers he summoned.

To that youthful body and well-proportioned appearance.

love at first sight.

Or, to be more precise, it's tempting to look at sex.

"You...are my servant, right?" Atram licked his dry lips, "You responded to my call and came here to help me fulfill my wish, right?"

"Yes, Servant Caster, here in compliance with the summons."

It was a voice that seemed to be restrained and deliberately lowered.

"Then...you also treat me as your master, right?"

"yes."

It was an elegant and quiet voice that seemed to be patient.

"I want to know your name, tell me!" Atram began to use a commanding tone.

"After using such a holy relic, don't you still know my name?" The expression was covered by a wide hood and could not be seen.

Although her eyes and nose were covered by the hood, judging from the outline of her face and the shape of her beautiful shoulders, Atram could not help but believe that she had a beautiful face, and even began to imagine that she had a pair of eyes under the hood. Seductive smiling eyes.

But in the end, the desire to survive overcame lust, and Atram maintained his condescending posture as much as possible.

Caster's obedient performance has allowed him to completely eliminate the fear he had when facing servants. Now, to him, the so-called servants are just high-level familiars.

"I know you, Medea. Now I am in a life-threatening crisis, so I summon the dragon immediately and prepare to face the enemy!"

"Sorry, can't do that."

"What?" Atram didn't react. "Didn't you hear my order? Summon the dragon quickly!"

"Sorry, Master, I can't do it." Medea repeated again, "The environment of this era is no longer suitable for the survival of fantasy species, so even if I have the relevant technology, it is impossible to summon the dragon. It's like summoning a fish into the desert, and no dragon will respond to my summons."

"You can't summon a dragon?!" Atram's voice suddenly became sharp.

A look of disgust appeared on his handsome face without hesitation, and even the previous lust had faded a lot.

"You can't summon a dragon?! So as a Caster, what use can you have in the Holy Grail War?"

Atram's complaint is not nonsense. Heroic spirits are all heroes from ancient times, and each of them contains a large amount of magic power. Therefore, even if they are summoned as servants, their resistance to magic power is quite terrifying.

Especially among the upper three levels of servants, most of the servants are even immune to the magic released by the Great Magic Ritual.

Therefore, a magician will feel extremely powerless when facing a third-level servant, including Caster, who is also a servant.

"Please calm down, Master, I did not sense the enemy's attack." Caster first released a detection magic, carefully checked the surroundings and then came to the conclusion, "Maybe the situation is not as bad as you think, the enemy is not Our location was not found.”

"No? How dare you be so sure." Atram stared at Medea with eyes red with excitement.

"Master, if you are really worried, you can let me modify the protective techniques in this castle. Even if it is just an emergency modification, the protective capabilities can be improved by one or two levels in a short time." Medea Wenrun His voice was still clear, seemingly unaffected by his Master's emotions.

"Transformation?" Atram was stunned for a moment, not knowing what he was thinking.

"That's right, my unique skill formation construction is of the highest level. If you give me enough time, not to mention the temple, even the sacred level magic workshop can make it. It seems that you, master, summoned me in advance, just in time. There is quite a lot of time, and it should be enough to transform this place into a sanctuary-level workshop before the start of the Holy Grail War."

Atram's face suddenly darkened, because he suddenly felt a sense of crisis in his heart. He couldn't tell what this sense of crisis was. He only knew that it would make him feel very uncomfortable, but the top priority was to save his life.

"Okay, I order you to renovate this castle immediately!"

"Understood, then Master, please take me to the core of this castle." Medea nodded, her wide hood swaying with her movements.

Without further ado, Atram took Medea to the lower second basement, which was the magic core of the entire castle.

But it's a little different from the imagined magician's workshop. This place is more like a Frankenstein's place.

The large room was filled with glass jars filled with nutrient solution, and floating inside was an artificial human who looked young.

Pipes connected to the bodies of these artificial humans continuously extract life force from their bodies. After being transformed by the central magic circle, it is converted into magic power to supply the protective spells of the entire castle.

"This is the core of the castle, how about it?" Atram's tone was extremely proud.

His magic is something similar to equivalent exchange, and what is most suitable for equivalent exchange is the vitality of living things.

The reason why the magic world has always regarded this kind of magic as "countryside spells" is mainly because this kind of magic still retains the primitive barbarism and roughness when it is activated, which is completely different from modern magic that mobilizes the maximum power at the minimum cost. Not the same type.

However, this kind of magic also has its own advantages, that is, it is very easy to activate and the effect is quite good. In theory, you only need to provide a sufficient amount of vitality to increase your power without limit.

However, before the last century, this kind of equal exchange magic was not suitable for making positional protection spells.

After all, if you want to maintain a wide range of spells, no matter how strong the magician's vitality is, it can't sustain it. And if the lives of other creatures are used instead, the biological (slave) resources that need to be consumed are too heavy. .

Especially after slavery was abandoned in the surface world, even Atram's family could not afford such a terrible consumption.

Therefore, magicians who are proficient in this technique in the magic world only use it as a method to create magic crystals.

But since the advent of "cloning", the situation has changed.

Magicians do not have the moral values ​​of ordinary humans. For them, this method of providing cheap vitality will naturally be applied on a large scale.

Therefore, when cloning appeared, the development of cloning in the magic world, which seemed to respect occultism, was faster.

Especially after the magic world combined cloning and artificial humans in magic, the humanoid magic battery that can be mass-produced in a short time was born.

Therefore, Atram's status in the Clock Tower has also risen rapidly.

So when he showed off the core of his castle, he also meant to show off, because he believed that no magician from the age of gods had ever seen such a scenery.

"Too crude."

The soft voice as always came from Medea's mouth. Because it was so soft, Atram even thought he heard it wrong.

"What?" The smile on Atram's face froze.

"It's too crude, too wasteful. Using so much vitality only creates a small amount of magic power. Even if the great source of this era disappears, there is still enough power in the atmosphere. With such a good resource as vitality, It can completely induce the power in the atmosphere, so that only a little bit of vitality can be used to create thousands of times the magic power."

"Ha...haha, what are you talking about? How could someone do such a thing..." Atram laughed dryly, but before he could finish his words, he was shocked by the sight in front of him. The next words choked in my heart.

I saw Medea walking to the core magic in the center. After briefly observing the magic circle that converted vitality into magic power, she raised her hand to activate the magic power in her body and slightly changed it.

Buzz! ! !

Following Medea's actions, the magic power in the atmosphere instantly rioted, and a terrifying amount of magic power in the atmosphere quickly gathered above the magic circle as if being siphoned.

Because too much magic power was gathered in a short period of time, but the magic circle did not have enough absorption power, the terrifying magic power even condensed directly on top of the magic circle into bright magic crystals.

It wasn't until all the receiving ports of the magic circle were "blocked" by excessively high amounts of magic crystals that Medea withdrew her hand, and she. The cost of producing such a magic crystal is only a ray of magic power from oneself and a negligible vitality in the surrounding artificial humans.

"How...possible." Atlam's eyes were glazed over at this scene, and he felt as if something in his heart had been broken.

"Master... in this way, although the protective spells are not modified, the sufficient magic power is enough to reach the highest power of the castle's protective spells. There is no need to worry about safety issues in a short time."

Medea's soft voice woke Atram out of his shock. He came over to look at the short and beautiful girl in front of him, but Atram jumped back as if he had seen some poisonous scorpion. , even the desires that had been in my heart before disappeared.

"I see..." Atram muttered.

He finally realized how ridiculous his previous thoughts were.

Through the results caused by Medea's random manipulation of the magic circle just now, Atram clearly realized that what he summoned was not a "powerful familiar", but one that far exceeded his own in both strength and wisdom. "Heroic Spirit".

At this moment, he finally understood the meaning of the word "heroic spirit", and finally understood that with such wisdom, even if he was the summoner, it did not mean that he could completely control them.

the most important is……

What he summoned this time was...

"The witch of betrayal—Medea." Atram whispered the title.

"Huh? Master, are you calling me?" Medea tilted her head in confusion. Although she couldn't see the upper half of her face clearly, judging from the movements of her smooth chin, it must be full of girlish expressions. A shy but silly expression.

However, Atram has also calmed down and will not be moved by the beauty in front of him at all.

"Yes, I'm calling you." In a cold voice, Atram slowly raised his arm carrying the command spell, "You are really too dangerous. As a traitorous witch, you should have There are many ways to dissolve the contract between you and me. Let me think about it...it should be your Noble Phantasm, right?"

Atram recalled the attribute information he had seen from the servant before, and a command spell on the back of his hand suddenly emitted light.

"In the name of the Command Spell, Medea, I forbid you to use that Noble Phantasm of yours against me!"

A bright red light emanated from the back of his hand and enveloped Medea in an instant. Looking at the betrayal witch who had been silent and not making any resistance, Atram finally breathed a sigh of relief.

With the guarantee of the command spell, at least I don't have to worry about the betrayal of the witch in front of me.

"It's not easy. I finally waited until you used the command spell." Medea's still soft voice came, but it scared Atram who had just relaxed into a cold sweat.

"What?!" Atram raised his right hand reflexively, trying to use the second command spell to make the opponent commit suicide.

However, his half-raised arm suddenly stopped, because in front of him, Medea also raised her hand.

The slender arms were finally exposed from the large magic robe. The smooth and delicate skin looked dazzling, but the most eye-catching thing was the bright red command spell on her arm.

Atram's eyes were trembling, because he was very familiar with that Command Seal. It was one of the Command Seals on his arm, and it had even been consumed by him just now.

"In the name of the counter-command spell..." Medea's clear voice sounded, her tone cheerful as if a girl was playing with her friends, but the words she spoke were enough to scare Atram, "Fall into eternal sleep, Master."

"How could..." Before Atlam could finish his roar, he felt his body stagger, and his eyelids quickly became heavy.

At the moment when he was about to lose consciousness, he heard the muttering from his servant: "I didn't expect this guy to have such a poor psychological quality and use the Command Seal so easily. It just so happened that I studied the Command Seal for a long time in advance."

"A long time... how is it possible? How could she, a figure from the age of the gods, come into contact with the Command Seal." This last question flashed through his mind, and Atram's consciousness fell into darkness forever.

"Hmm... It looks like he is completely unconscious, but how do I move him away from here?" Medea looked at the Master who fell at her feet and shook her head in distress.

The wide hood moved with her movements, and accidentally fell down, revealing her beautiful elf-like face.

But unlike what was expected, she may be a little younger, looking like a girl in her teens.

After comparing the size of the two sides, Medea finally gave up her plan to carry the other side away.

"Forget it, let's deal with the servants above first, and let this guy continue to sleep here for the time being and provide me with magic power."

He glanced at himself with the help of the light, his fair and delicate arms: "But it's really incredible. It can completely simulate my body with magic. It seems that future magicians are not useless."

Medea pulled her face with her right hand again, feeling the sudden pain, and a trace of tears flashed in her eyes like a reflex.

"It hurts! Is the degree of pain reduction actually so high? It's really troublesome. Such a highly restored nervous system means that those barbarians who rely on force to survive will have an advantage."

Suddenly, as if she remembered something, the unhappiness in Medea's heart was swept away, and some kind of "malice" was revealed in her eyes: "Hmph, wait, I have traveled across endless time to catch you, Zheng Shu !”

With the cheerful voice, Medea's figure slowly left here.

(PS: More updates! This is a big chapter of 8,600 words.)

(The following is free: It’s a wonderful Chinese Valentine’s Day. Everyone else is spending time with their loved ones. I’m a single dog spending time with a mouse. Damn it, I’ve been so busy for two days in a row. I was bitten by a mouse when I was feeding the mouse today. I killed that one on the spot. The mouse was sent away, furious.

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