Transform randomly in Kexue World

Chapter 190 Chapter [-] The black-clad organization professionally carries the coffin
The day was earlier.

"It has been found out that the strange mark that appears on the backs of my and Belmod's hands is a signal that a great magical ritual called the Holy Grail War is about to begin."

"The Holy Grail is the universal wish-making machine. As long as you obtain the Holy Grail, you can realize the long-cherished wish of the organization in one step."

Gin said to the six people in front of him.

Fortunately, although today's cognitive distortion affected not many people, it was actually widespread enough. At least the six people in front of them did not regard Gin as a psychopath.

On the back of Gin's hand, there was a dim crimson mark, which was like a three-fingered claw.

"The Holy Grail War can only be started every 60 years. In the last Holy Grail War, the organization suffered an unexpected failure, and even a lot of data was lost." Gin placed a few pages on the table: "Collect additional After sorting out some ancient books and information, I finally found a way to summon the servant."

"After drawing the magic circle, seven people in black clothing are required to prepare a coffin. One person will guide it in front, and six people will carry the coffin and dance in conjunction with the incantation."

"Dancing with a coffin?" Chianti thought it was a bit outrageous: "Are you sure this is a ceremony to summon servants?"

At the same time, Belmode said: "According to the records, the Holy Grail War is fought by seven pairs of Masters and Servants, so the summoning ceremony is also presided over by seven people. Maybe it makes sense from a mysterious perspective."

There are three concentric rings on the back of Belmod's hand, like a target.

Pisco also commented: "The servant is the projection of the heroic spirit, and the heroic spirit is the dead hero. Summoning the servant to the living world is like resurrecting the dead, so it is natural that a coffin is needed."

After a period of preparation...

On the left are Cohen, Chianti, and vodka, in the middle is Gin holding a soul-inducing flag, and on the right are Pisco, Belmode and Calvados.

All seven of them put on uniform black suits and trousers, shiny leather shoes and top hats.They stood side by side, looking solemnly at the painted magic circle and a beautiful black coffin in front of them.

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Belmode took out the tape recorder and put in a CD.

Ancient books do not require whether music is needed during the ceremony, but they require that the coffin-carrying dance should follow the rhythm of four-four beats. It happened that Belmod had enjoyed a dance music of four-four beats called "Astronomia" some time ago, and every beat was different. It's accented and clear, perfect for keeping the rhythm in group dances.

In the case of lack of rehearsal and running-in in team dance, once someone misses the beat, it is easy to overturn and fall into the coffin.

Gin stood in front of the magic circle holding the soul-drawing flag, and the other six people carried the coffin and stood in the magic circle, twisting their bodies to the music.

"Fill it... fill it up... fill it up..." Accompanied by the music, Gin looked at the six people dancing to carry the coffin, and recited the summoning mantra.

The problem is that the rhythm of the music is too strong, and Gin can't help but recite the incantation according to the four-four beat.

The magic circle lights up, and the light gets stronger and stronger.

"Oh, it worked!" Chianti said happily, this coffin dance was not in vain.

The underground darkroom where the seven members of the black organization were located was illuminated by strong light, and even the details in the corners were clearly visible. When even the line of sight was blocked, Pisco couldn't help but muttered: "It's a bit dazzling."

Vodka: "Huh? It's a little bright, but not dazzling, right?"

Chianti: "You are wearing sunglasses! If you had known I would have worn sunglasses too. Hey, Cohen, lend me your goggles."

Cohen: "If you don't borrow it, it's useless."

Chianti: "Where's Carl? You never let go of your sunglasses, right?"

Calvados: "I'm not wearing them now. Not everyone forgets to take off his sunglasses when entering a dark room like Vodka."

Vodka: "I didn't forget..."

"Concentrate on dancing and don't stop!" Belmode tried to interrupt them: "Is someone's rhythm messed up?"

The sight of a dignified lady dancing with a heavy coffin was enough to make her dissatisfied, and as these guys chatted, she felt that the swing of the coffin was out of sync with her own, which made the pressure on her shoulders become even heavier. .

In fact, the two women were originally responsible for the middle position among the six people carrying the coffin. In addition, due to their height, they did not bear much weight. The men at the head and tail actually felt greater pressure.

"I'm sure there's nothing wrong with me." Vodka said, "Is the old man's strength exhausted?"

"Nonsense, I can still work for the organization for another 20 years!" Pisco flatly denied it.

"No, it's the coffin that's moving!" Cohen said.

Gin's incantation has reached the final stage, and the light in the room has reached its peak. Everyone, including Gin and Vodka, can only close their eyes.

The six people carrying the coffin had stopped dancing, but the coffin was still beating on their shoulders, as if something was struggling inside the coffin.

Bang!The coffin lid has been lifted!
"Ah——!" An old man who looked about 60 years old and had a gray-white beard sat up in the coffin and shouted in panic: "The old man has been put into the coffin!"

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From this point of view, it is obvious that the servant summoned by Gin is this funny old man.

Wearing British-style clothing, trousers, a white shirt and a maroon vest, he is wearing a half cape. The collar and end of the cape are shaped like blue feathers and butterfly wings. He holds a cane in his hand. At the top of the staff is a chameleon made of gold and dotted with precious stones.

But unlike ordinary gentlemen's canes, the old man's cane obviously has a firing function. There is a trigger and hammer in the handshake position, and there is a blade at the end of the cane. It is clearly his weapon.

The old man was now standing on the ground, observing the coffin that had been placed aside.

"I thought it would be like in a vampire movie, where a powerful and stylish guy flew out of the coffin without saying a word." Chianti muttered in a low voice while rubbing his sore shoulders.

The result is a coquettish old man who, although dressed very fashionably, has a funny temperament when he opens his mouth.

"I'm also surprised that someone would call me. There really is a strange Master!" In any case, he is indeed a servant with abilities far beyond ordinary people. The old man heard Chianti's complaints and responded: "Look With this coffin, did you originally want to summon the Impaler? No, no, the holy relic must be an object related to the person. Not just buying a cross can represent Christ, right? So it's not like buying two. The sauce brush can summon the appearance of glory. And the impaler I know will get angry and impal you all when he sees the coffin."

Holy relic?Gin heard the unfamiliar words, but he was not a man who would directly express his doubts and directly expose his ignorance.He just interrupted the old man's complaints with a gloomy and dissatisfied voice and asked: "Okay, now it's time for you to tell me who you are, right?" Oh?Doesn't this Master know how to view the Servant's panel?No, it's more like they don't even know the technology exists.So that's it, a layman in the Holy Grail War... Such thoughts flashed through the old man's mind. Unfortunately, Gin's ignorance was still exposed.

It was a magician rather than a magician, and Moriarty further determined Gin's identity.

A magician is a person who only uses magic as a means to achieve goals, such as fighting, but does not specialize in magic.There is no difference in combat power between magicians and magicians, but magicians usually discriminate against magicians.

The latter often lack knowledge other than magic that they have mastered, and are typical students who are partial to science.

"The Archer of this Holy Grail War, Max, I am the legendary sharpshooter hunter Max." The old man waved the weapon that combined a flintlock gun and a staff sword in his hand: "I have watched the opera "Magic Bullet" "Shooter"? That's a story based on my experience."

On the contrary, this old man is actually James Moriarty who appeared as a ghost after stitching together the concept of the magic bullet shooter. The premiere date of that opera in 1821 was still in his birth year. Before.

"Hunter." Gin didn't hate this concept, but the old guy in front of him looked useless: "Why shouldn't heroic spirits at such an old age remain in their prime?"

Could it be said that there are many such old men on the Throne of Heroes?Although most heroes never die.

"Even though I'm old, my eyes are still extremely sharp!" Despite saying this, Moriarty, who called himself Hunter Max, conjured up a pair of glasses and put them on his face, then raised his gun. He gestured and aimed in the direction of no one, but then he covered his waist with a painful look on his face: "Ah ah ah, my old waist! Why do you have to suffer from chronic back pain as a servant?"

He's just a useless old man.

Chianti: “It feels even more useless than the old man (Pisco).”

They treat their servants with no respect. Are they another group of arrogant fools who treat their servants as familiars?Moriarty thought to himself, the white reflective lenses of his glasses blocking the cold light in his eyes.

Although the information was incomplete, Gin did not think that the Holy Grail War meeting would be held like a sunset red chess and card hall. Either the servant was disguising his own strength, or there was something wrong with the servant.

Moriarty was still clutching his waist and complaining: "Damn it, there must be something wrong with your summoning ceremony - why would someone use a coffin in the summoning ceremony, and a group of people would dance while carrying the coffin!"

The faces of several people changed. The coffin-carrying dance was originally a stupid thing that needed to be done with shame, but now it is still wrong!

Although Gin did not come out to dance in person just now, after Belmode summoned the servants, it was Gin's turn to join the team to carry the coffin, so he asked: "What do you think the correct summoning ceremony is?"

"The Holy Grail War is a great magic that has been born since the beginning of the history of pan-humanity. That was the time when the most primitive humans were guided by the gods." Recognizing that these were a group of novices who had no knowledge of the Holy Grail War, Morrie Artie said: "Think about how humans would hold ceremonies at that time? Would they wear suits and hold coffins?"

"Listen to me, you are like this, like this..."

Unknowingly, Moriarty activated his unique skills 'The End of the Spider' and 'The Charm of Evil Wisdom'.

The End of the Spider's Thread A+++: The ability to plot evil.Destroying order and destroying goodness will not lead to retribution and punishment for oneself.Like a web spun by a spider, it captures and degrades its opponents.

The Charm of Evil Wisdom A: A skill that seems paradoxical to leadership qualities. It is not the ruler of the country, but the great leadership qualities only possessed by those who stand at the top of evil organizations.Moriarty's vicious charisma is A, a level that can dominate Britain and even the world from the shadows.

Although Gin is a suspicious man, the other party undoubtedly has a more detailed and professional grasp of the Holy Grail War than he does. This makes Gin give up the idea of ​​questioning the other party many times. Later, under the erosion of two skills, he is convinced of this What the old man said.

So after half an hour of preparation, seven people from the black organization appeared in the underground darkroom again.

The men were naked from the waist up, wearing short animal skin skirts, and had patterns painted on their skin that were said to enhance magic power.

The two ladies were wearing grass skirts, with flowers on their tube tops and garlands on their heads, just like enthusiastic Hawaiian girls.Belmode's outfit is naturally very eye-catching, but when the large tattoos on Chianti's body are revealed, it is a bit inconsistent and eye-catching.

Belmod stood in front of the magic circle, Gin was in the same position as before, and the other six 'primitives' stood around the magic circle.

"I feel like we are like cannibals on the islands in the Southern Hemisphere," Chianti complained.

Gin had a livid face and said nothing, but that dark expression was just an emoticon.

"Get ready to start." Moriarty, who was watching with interest, turned on the tape recorder. He did not change the setting of [-] beats, and it was still the soundtrack of the coffin-carrying dance just now: "Music!"

The six people in the black organization slowly raised their arms straight above their heads, and then they all felt at ease. They raised their legs to the rhythm of the music and circled the magic circle clockwise.

In fact, it really feels like a cult magic ritual.

Not only do they have to raise their arms straight above their heads and droop their hands downwards, but they also raise their legs and walk around the magic circle while chanting the mysterious spell taught by Max (Moriarty).

"Makabaka akawakami kamaka bum! Makabaka akawakami ka makah!"

It's a cult, it's such a cult, it's like a bunch of demons dancing around.

Seeing her years of friendship as a colleague, Bellmode not only did not close her eyes, she stared at this scene with her eyes wide open, taking in the entire scenery without letting go of any detail.

"It's full... it's full... it's full... it's full..."

As long as the summoning circle and spells are used, the Great Holy Grail will not care what unexpected tricks these magicians do, and will respond to the summons as they do now and give them an unselected class.

"Oh oh oh! It's lit up!"

"But it's about the same as last time, right?"

As the mantra was recited, the light became brighter and brighter.

"Damn it, I forgot to wear my sunglasses again!"

Then the light disappeared, and a little girl who looked less than ten years old was seen standing in the center of the magic circle. She had silver-white hair, covered her body with a black cloak, and carried two daggers behind her back.

After being summoned, the little girl ignored the weird people wearing grass skirts and repeating Makabaka around her, and looked through them directly to face Belmod.

"Assassin. Jack the Ripper. Please take care, Mom."

　You can guess, the song they played was the B classic GM of black people carrying the coffin.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)