The Holy Grail War between me and my sand sculpture group friends

Perhaps this is the earl who just escaped from the Château d'If and devoted all his body and mind to revenge, not the man in Chaldea who has recognized himself and the man of the sea in Marseilles' Edmond Dantès' is a very different count who wants to avenge the magic king who used him.

"Why not? I want to fight you, and I want to entertain you for dinner. I think these two things have no conflict at all."

The count stretched out his hand to signal Mu Yi to sit down, Mu Yi hesitated for a while, and finally sat at a marble table engraved with antique and priceless reliefs.

It's not that Muyi chose Zhenxiang, and just now he discovered that he could no longer summon the power of a substitute.Not only is it a stand-in, but he can't even use the burning fruit, let alone elementalization.

Among the Earl's Noble Phantasms, is there an inherent enchantment-type Noble Phantasm that prohibits others from using it?

Because of his rich experience in the Holy Grail War, this was the first thing that Mu Yi thought of. If the opponent was the earl he was familiar with, then it was true that there was no such treasure—but the problem lay here.

The opponent may be the side of the count who just left the Château d'If and is full of revenge, and his Noble Phantasm may be completely different from that of Chaldea.

"You're wondering why you can't use the Noble Phantasm, aren't you?"

The count looked at Mu Yi with his sharp eyes, which made Mu Yi feel that he had seen through him, but Mu Yi had no way to avoid the count's gaze.

"Actually, this is very normal. This is my territory, so my rules will be enforced. My rules are silent, but they are true. There are no loopholes to take advantage of. There are punishments and pardons, and no one but me. I know. Ha!"

"Then as a special treat, I would like to announce to you the eighth sub-article under Article [-] - when the host invites a guest to a meal, if the guest does not immediately expressly refuse, then the guest cannot Use any means to shirk or interrupt this dinner."

Chapter 297 Chapter 290

"..."

Mu Yi reminded him of the description that appeared in the original text in "The Count of Monte Cristo". Edmond Dantès seemed to have such a secret residence on the island of Monte Cristo. Lord Lanz d'Epinay boasted that he was the only governor there, the true king of all things.

Reminiscing what the captain said before coming here, the name of this island is Monte Cristo Island, Mu Yi's heart skipped a beat, and a terrible thought came to him.

Could it be that the entire Monte Cristo Island is a large-scale Noble Phantasm similar to Semiramis' Noble Phantasm [Hanging Gardens of Babylon]?

"Okay, if you sit down now, you agree," the earl nodded to Mu Yi, with a little playfulness in his eyes, making it impossible to know what he was thinking, "I don't know if you I feel the same way, but I think it's not very pleasant for two people to spend two or three hours face to face and not know how to address each other. Please note that I respect the etiquette of hospitality. Never dare to ask your name or title. I just ask you to give me any name so that people can call you. As for myself, I think you already know my name. But compared to Edmund. Dantès, I still hope you can call me the King of the Grotto, or the simpler count."

"Mu Yi."

Muyi has now discovered another difference between this world and other places, that is, everyone likes to ask each other's name before speaking, as if the incognito essentials in the Holy Grail War do not exist at all.

But Mu Yi really didn't believe that the Earl could tell anything from his name, and he really couldn't start a fight now, so he sat quietly at the table after answering the Earl's question, turning a blind eye to the food in front of him.

It’s not that Mu Yi didn’t think about violating the earl’s law if he didn’t eat food, but he thought that in the other party’s law, there should be no provisions in the other party’s law that guests who are invited to waste food will be punished. After all, although the earl is domineering, everything he does is full of The demeanor of the nobles, and the nobles at that time would not care about wasting food.

"Okay, then, Mr. Muyi. In fact, you should be very clear about what kind of avenger I am, and you really have nothing to do with me," the earl paused for a moment, as if hanging on a tree Yi Appetit is the same, "But for some reason, you have now been included in my revenge target, so now I will fight against you. What I want to say is that the fault is not on you, but my own problem .”

The earl's attitude at this time was quite calm and peaceful, as if he and Mu Yi were not discussing topics such as revenge and battle, but at the next moment, the earl's tone changed obviously. Although the voice was still stable, But it made people feel that there seemed to be a dim flame burning in it, and even the cloak behind him turned into a throbbing purple flame. Soon, the atmosphere in the entire restaurant became tense.

"But I am such a person, as long as I confirm the goal, I will one day go around in circles to achieve the goal."

"!"

The moment the Earl's words fell, he had already held the sharp fork against Mu Yi's throat, but Mu Yi was still unable to use any ability.

Can't go back.

Can't go back.

Mu Yi has already keenly noticed something from the conversation between the Earl and himself just now. He understands that the Earl really has no reason to take revenge on himself. Mu Yi still didn't back down against the state of his throat, but stood on the spot and looked at the earl.

Mu Yi clearly saw the figure of the man who had been completely devoured by flames in the Château d'If from the count's eyes, and he was sure that now it was the count who was fighting against him in a different sense.

"That's good...you made the right choice."

After a moment, the count spoke again as if to incorporate the flames of vengeance into the conversation.Mu Yi's guess is right. In this environment, it is actually quite troublesome for the earl to launch an attack. Just now, Mu Yi didn't have the slightest fear in his heart, so he has nothing to do for the time being.

So, after a short pause, the earl turned and took a step in the opposite direction of Mu Yi, and he was going to implement the next plan - this guy named Mu Yi has survived two rounds, but it's nothing , in this endless cycle of reincarnation, he will eventually show his flaws...

Just as the count was thinking this way and opening the back door, and was about to switch to the next scene, he suddenly noticed a strange thing, so well-mannered he couldn't help but take a step back.

The treasure possessed by the earl who had just escaped from the Chateau d'If was named [Dream of Monte Cristo (Dream of Monte Cristo)].The carrier of this Noble Phantasm is the handkerchief used to cover the eyes. When the guests are invited and voluntarily put on the handkerchief by the sentinel, their whole body will go to sleep, reaching the dream of Monte Cristo Island that the Count can control. field.

This treasure comes from the allusion that he, under the alias of Sinbad the Sailor, entertained all kinds of guests on Monte Cristo Island for a long time, but because this dream has no owner in essence, although the earl occupies the dominance of the dream, but Others who entered the dream would still subconsciously use the power of the dream they could control to protect themselves, so he did not directly kill Mu Yi and Don Quixote, but threw Don Quixote to the first place. Dreamland, ready to make Mu Yi fall into deeper dreams, looking for opportunities to seize Mu Yi's flaws and kill Mu Yi.

But at this moment, he couldn't believe what he saw.

Don Quixote, who had been thrown on the first floor, did not know why he appeared in the dream on the third floor, and the scene of the dream on the third floor was completely changed. It was not the robbers outside the city of Rome that were designed by the earl to block the way. It is not a plot, but the inner hall of a certain big castle.

The great knight Mr. Don Quixote we are paying attention to is sitting swaggeringly in the guest's seat, enjoying the feeding of a beautiful woman - because he threw his helmet on when eating, but just lifted the goggles Arise, therefore, if no one else puts food in his mouth, but with his own hands, he cannot eat anything.But it still didn't work just after feeding. He didn't know where to get a long straw.Don Quixote put one end of the straw into his mouth and poured the wine through the other end.

You can imagine how ludicrous this scene is when a guy in a knight's helmet is drinking from a straw while someone is feeding him.

But if it's funny, it's funny, the Earl can't laugh anyway.

Chapter 298 Chapter 290 Chapter [-] Metamorphosis

"Wait, do I think there is something wrong with the storyline here? No, I want to say that there is definitely a problem with the storyline here. The protagonist is the challenger, and he should be the one to fight the earl head-on. Your plot Here, it makes Don Quixote stand out, how can this work? Not to mention readers, I, a participant in the creation, are very satisfied with this content, but I made an appointment with Edmund to... "

Dumas no longer cared about interfering with Kafka's creation, he broke into Kafka's study while complaining loudly.But to his surprise, there was no one in the room.

"First of all, you have to make it clear that it is an agreement between you and him, not mine. Secondly..."

Just when Dumas had no time to think, he suddenly felt a huge force hit his back, knocking him hard into the sundries piled up in the study, before he Before he had time to complain, a scorching ray passed through the position where he was standing just now, directly destroying half of the study.

"...I'm afraid we don't have time to continue creating this story. The collapse of the first and second floors has affected the third floor where we are, and the unaesthetic guy on the seventh floor can already send his men The cold-blooded spirits are attacking us."

Kafka, who had been standing in the shadows just now, slowly came out from behind a half-broken bookshelf. At this time, he had completely transformed into a werewolf—this is Kafka's treasure [Metamorphosis] (Die Verwandlung)], he can transform into any animal that appears in the story at will, and what he changes now is the werewolf that often appears in Western stories.

This is not an ordinary werewolf, his minions are strong and powerful, and his silver hair is shining under the light of the moon that has been hanging high at some time. What Kafka transformed into is the ancestor of Lycan (that is, the ancestor of Lycan) Race that transforms into human or werewolf form to retain human intelligence and werewolf strength), Lucian.

"Have you come yet?"

Dumas teamed up with Kafka earlier to get the position of controller here, so he wouldn't be surprised by Kafka's transformation at this time, so he didn't respond to Kafka, but instead watched The two figures in the middle took two steps back silently.

This matter was indeed because he was too negligent. After a challenger arrived, he only thought about how to conceive a perfect story, and forgot the fact that the seventh floor might invade.

And just now he has tried to mobilize the authority of the controller. At that time, he found that the authority controlled by the four writers is no longer complete. I am afraid that at this time, Shakespeare and Andersen, the two non-combat spirits like himself, are already fierce. Dorje is less.

So he can't be killed by the enemy yet, if he dies again, then only a quarter of the control authority will be left, which is probably an overwhelming disadvantage to Kafka.

"I didn't expect that after combining the unique magic technology of this world, my weapon can be improved so much."

At this moment, a figure slowly walked out of the smoke and dust caused by the explosion in the study just now. He didn't care about his miss just now. He did it just to force Kafka out. His mission was very simple, that is It's just to completely eliminate these two Casters, so he doesn't want to and can't let any of these two people go.

"Oh~ Most of this is due to BB, from this point of view, Mr. Agent, you should thank me~"

After that figure walked out, another person appeared in the smoke and dust, and that person was BB.But BB just kept standing in the smoke and dust, Dumas and Kafka couldn't see her movements at all, they could only see her shadow shaking constantly.

"Thank you, do we as AI need such boring things?"

Walking in front was a man wearing a black suit, white shirt, black tie, black sunglasses, and neatly combed hair.He was holding a pistol with a slightly smoking muzzle and a very weird shape in his hand.

This man is exactly—

"Ha~ On this point, I hold the opposite view from yours, Agent Smith."

When BB read out the man's real name, her tone changed slightly.She didn't continue to speak in that half-joking tone, her tone became as impassive as Agent Smith's.

"However, more than half of our mission here has been completed. You only need to take care of these two useless writers at the end. The mastermind at Muyi has other arrangements."

Anyone who is familiar with BB's setting at this time will be surprised here, because BB actually mentioned the so-called mastermind just now.

You know, in the story of CCC, although BB is an advanced AI configured by the system, she has long been out of the control of the system because of the changes made by Seseiin, and she dominates Tsukinori like a cancer that invades the computer world. side, and became a computer monster that hindered the Holy Grail War of SE.RA.PH.

Theoretically speaking, BB will not and cannot obey anyone's control, let alone have a 'mastermind'.However, the reality at the moment is that——

This so-called mastermind has completely controlled BB's actions.

"I understand."

Agent Smith nodded, but as long as the other party didn't come to interfere with his mission, then he wouldn't have the idea of ​​actively finding fault in his mind. He just locked his eyes firmly on Dumas.

"Agent Smith... yeah, can you put the weapon down and let's have a peaceful and friendly talk about the handover of the controller?"

Dumas tried to delay time with joking words, because he is not a heroic spirit who is good at fighting, so he needs a certain amount of time to activate his Noble Phantasm.

"Can..."

Smith nodded, then raised his right hand without waiting for Dumas' answer, and then pulled the trigger instantly. He could easily sense that the data called magic power was gathering around him, so he had judged The other party is liberating the treasure.And the best way given by the mastermind to deal with the heroic spirit who is slow to release the treasure is to directly destroy the opponent's spirit foundation.

"boom!"

The scorching rays made another big hole in the study floor, but this time Smith still missed, because Kafka, who had just transformed into Lucian, rescued Dumas.

"Hey, this guy will not be shaken by your words. It seems that those two bastards are already in danger, and I can only rely on you in this battle."

Chapter 299 Chapter 290 Four Musketeers, challenge the windmill

Generally speaking, heroic spirits of writers have some common characteristics. For example, although they are Casters, they don’t know magic at all, let alone make workshops and props. , and then use their own abilities to strengthen the Master and let the Master fight.

Logically speaking, these writers should not have an advantage in the Holy Grail battlefield without a Master in the chat group... Well, it should be so.

Franz Kafka, a writer who was quite introverted during his lifetime, was regarded as a maverick by those around him, and even his family could not give a little understanding of his interests. Kafka formed a withdrawn, melancholic, introverted and pessimistic character, which made his works unique in style among many writers.

When Kafka was called to this place by the Holy Grail, this unique style seemed to have also been applied to the spirit base, which led to a complete mutation in himself.

The first is that his personality has reversed, and he has become unexpectedly outgoing and optimistic. In short, he is quite willing to communicate with others. Secondly, he himself has received the inherent skill [Innocent Monster] and the treasure [Metamorphosis] (Die Verwandlung)], he was not considered the leading writer in history, but instead became the existence with the leading combat power among the writer-like heroic spirits.

"Hey—you mentioned just now that you are AI, right?"

Kafka, who turned into Lucian, put Dumas behind him. He looked at Smith, who was about to raise his gun again, with a smile on his face, and his werewolf face looked extraordinarily terrifying.

"You seem to understand..."

The progress of the dialogue did not contradict the progress of the attack. Unlike the Heroic Spirit whose combat power was only 5 just now, this guy whose appearance was 98% consistent with the werewolf in the database made Smith change his strategy.

It only took him almost an instant to make a judgment that he could use the dialogue to interfere with the other party, but when he was about to speak, his individual function had come to an end.

"AI, the so-called artificial intelligence. Since you were created by humans, you should listen to what humans say!"

When Kafka's voice came leisurely from the shadow behind Smith, the 'Kafka' who had just stood in front of Smith slowly dissipated into the air, and the 'Kafka' who had just tricked Smith Ka', it was actually an afterimage caused by Kafka's speed.

"It's a pity that you actually hit our workshop."

Although Dumas had just experienced two attacks, his face showed the same bold smile as when he persuaded the earl.He spread out the scroll that appeared in his hands at some point, and walked to the center of the hall with his head held high—this was the place where he could see the overall situation clearly.

"This is the method given by the mastermind to deal with you, and it is also the best solution."

The death of an individual is nothing to Smith, who was prepared before coming here.After the first Smith was killed and fell down, several more Smiths were projected by beams of light from the sky in the dilapidated study over there, and this way of debut made Kafka and Dumas challenge at the same time. raised an eyebrow.

"It seems to be different from what I read in the book. Didn't it mean that the AI ​​will calculate the success rate of things before doing things? Could it be that they think they have already decided on us?"

Kafka's tone was a bit exaggerated, but Dumas still understood the meaning of his words, so he also laughed out loud.

"After all, with the authority of the controller, they should not be able to obtain all of our abilities to make calculations."

While writing something on the unfolded scroll, Dumas continued:

"So let's show them a little bit more memory... [Musketeers' masquerade]."

"That's the way it is, then there's no way."

After Dumas uttered the Noble Phantasm's Liberation Words, Kafka's figure disappeared into the air, leaving only this seemingly helpless sentence.

In the next instant, countless silver rays of light bloomed brilliantly in midair.

...

"Oh, dear lord's son, I knew you were joking with me."

Don Quixote was originally sipping from a small wine barrel on the table, but he obviously noticed the count who opened the door of the restaurant and was standing behind the door with a look of astonishment on his face.

So he threw aside the straw that had been half filled with wine, and quickly stood up and made a funny salute.

"...what are you talking about?"

The corner of the earl's eyes twitched, and he took a step back subconsciously, but it was too late now, the whole world had been transformed into the third layer of dreams when he opened the door, and he could no longer return to the second layer of dreams.

"It's very simple. When I was waiting in the church, I bumped into the real lord—that is, your father. He praised my chivalry and invited me to have dinner here. I was going to refuse, But he said that 'the knight cannot watch the night if he is hungry', I can't refute his words at all, I have to say, the old lord is really wise and mighty."

When Don Quixote said this, he straightened his helmet with great care - although the effect of doing so was only to make his helmet more crooked, he felt good about himself.

"for real...?"

The Earl couldn't really keep up with Don Quixote's brain circuit, but it didn't matter, Don Quixote thought that the noble son who pretended to be his father had understood, so he walked over like a victor.

Don Quixote, he still remembers how he was despised just now.

"I can understand your desire to inherit your father's position, but you shouldn't make fun of it, the lord is still in good health!"