The Troublesome Journey of the Chat Room Gentlemen

Director Olga Marie muttered.

"This is the source of the mutation, let's recycle it quickly."

"Matthew, pay attention." The doctor's voice came from the communicator.

"Yes. The mind has always been highly concentrated. In other words, since just now, we are the only ones left here. The magician and swordsman have disappeared. Doctor, what do you want us to be on guard for?"

"Sorry, I can't confirm it yet. In short, pay attention to the safety of the director, and don't let her get out of your defense range. There is still one last step. After recovering the Great Holy Grail, immediately transfer the spirit. Before returning to Chaldea Before, events could not be considered complete."

"Got it, doctor. I'll be on high alert."

Chapter 22

Fujimaru Rika is just an innocent girl.

There is neither any basis for magic nor relevant knowledge, just because he naively accepted the fitness test in a disguised blood donation car, and was found to be 100% suitable, and was recommended by the enthusiastic staff member Anderson to Chaldea. .

That's all.

She herself never thought that one day, she would shoulder the important task of saving all mankind.

The girl was wearing a special magic dress made by Chaldea. The upper part of her body was in the style of a straitjacket. Between the two tight belts, the curve of her chest became more prominent. The lower part of the body is like tights like tights, tight against her legs.

She stared in front of her, like the Great Holy Grail, the high-density magic furnace, pulsing like a heart.

As long as it is recovered, this task is completed.

The pitch-black swordsman who guarded the Great Holy Grail has retreated, and victory is at hand.

But the girl obviously didn't understand "ninety and fifty", and when she couldn't help but want to breathe a sigh of relief, a gloomy voice came from the dark side.

"Oh, I didn't expect you to come this far. It's really beyond the predetermined plan and beyond my tolerance limit."

The voice like a demon **** made people shudder.

The visitor slowly revealed, it was a familiar figure.

A green vest, a green high hat, and long, curly brown hair.

Romani narrowed his eyes slowly.

It's really him, Professor Rafe.

What Qingkong Ji said in the chat room was correct.

Only to hear him continue to say in a disgusting tone:

"The 48th master candidate. I thought you were just a little boy with no potential, so I kindly let you go. It seems that I was negligent."

"Back - Matthew, protect the director and the master."

"Huh? Is this voice from Romani? You survived too. I told you to come to the control room immediately, but you didn't follow my instructions. Really."

Professor Leif was a little surprised, more angry.

"Every one of them is disorganized and undisciplined, which makes me sick - why is this human existence always like this, why does it always want to deviate from the established destiny?"

Then he realized something, "You don't seem to be surprised by my appearance? Did you notice it long ago? I think I'm doing a good job of lurking, what's wrong?"

Director Olga Marie obviously did not notice the seriousness of the situation at the moment.

"Leif...Ah, Leif, you're alive, Leif!"

The director trusts Rafe very much. Originally, the task of directing the transfer of spirits in the control room was handed over to Leif.

"Great, since you're gone, I don't even know how to protect Chaldea!"

Olga Marie slowly walked towards Leif.

"Matthew, stop her quickly." The doctor's anxious voice came from Lingzi Communication.

"I'm sorry, Director, forgive my rudeness."

Mash's hand passed through Olga's armpit and held her up.

At this time, Matthew finally understood that the doctor who had always wanted me to be vigilant... was Professor Leif.

"Hey, what are you doing, let me go!"

The director's feet off the ground kept kicking in the air.

Professor Leif smiled when he saw this scene.

"Mary, you are still so naive and useless. I clearly buried a bomb under your feet, but it didn't kill you... No, the body should indeed be dead. The Reiki Calculation Device is really kind, You actually transferred you, who turned into residual thoughts, to this land."

Shocked by the sudden words of the person she trusted most, Olga Marie stopped struggling.

Her mind was about to explode, staring blankly at the figure. Since her father died, he has been helping most of Chaldea's affairs.

"You...what do you mean...Rafe..."

"He's no longer the original Professor Rafe," said Dr. Roman.

"Sure enough, Romani, what did you find? Unexpectedly, in the end, it was you who was the most mediocre and useless, who saw through my overall situation. In this way, I can understand that you are alive."

Of course the doctor would not explain anything to him.

Revealing one's trump card to the enemy is undoubtedly a brain-damaged act.

Professor Leif stood on the stone wall and looked down at the three people below. He took off his high hat, put it on his chest politely, and said like a gentleman,

"Let me re-introduce myself. My name is Rafe Lenore Floros. I was sent in to deal with you humans in charge of 2015."

He tapped his forefinger on his temple, "You are listening, Dr. Romani, since we are all students studying magic, I will give you one last piece of advice: Chaldea is useless. At this moment, you Humanity is dead."

Leif Flolos used the Holy Grail to connect time and space, and Chaldeas could be seen red.

"Come and take a good look, Descendants of Animusfia. This is the fate of your foolishness. The blue of the human survival response is gone. All that is left is the burning red. This is your The consequences of this mission. How wonderful, Mary? This time it was your fault that caused such a tragedy!"

"No, it's not..."

Olga Marie held her head in her hands and was hit by such a blow. If Matthew hadn't supported her body, she would have fallen to the ground at this moment.

Leif Floros raised his head and glanced at the sky, "Hey, I accidentally said too much. This singularity is about to reach its limit. I wanted you to have a close contact with Chaldeas... Forget it. Farewell, then, Romani. And Matthew and the 48th fit."

The figure of Leif Floros slowly disappeared, "Don't look at me like this, I have other jobs in the future. I won't continue to happily appreciate you going to the end of the road. Just wait for you to be swallowed by the twisted time and space. I'm not a demon either. I'll still save some time for your last prayers."

At last the sound disappeared.

"Not good - the big void is beginning to collapse." Matthew exclaimed.

"Relax, our support is ready. Please prepare for the spiritual transfer."

"Eh?" Matthew was surprised, "I didn't expect a doctor to have such foresight?"

Mash carried her director, took Fujimaru Tachika's hand, and Fufu jumped on her shoulder.

Spirit transfer, start.

With the collapse of the singularity, the group disappeared in this space.

As soon as he appeared in the frame of the spiritual transfer, Director Olga Marie turned into a translucent gaseous state, as if to drift away with the wind.

At this time, Da Vinci had already prepared the spiritual foundation. Although it was only a semi-finished product, it was enough to keep the consciousness of the director.

"Dr. Roman: @Azure Sky Hime, thank you very much. Director Olga Marie is able to return, thanks to your information."

"Aozora Hime: You're welcome. Let's help each other. If I'm in trouble, you won't stand idly by."

This is the first time Dr. Roman has encountered such a straightforward and straightforward tone.

A little uncomfortable, but also more reassuring.

The doctor touched the back of the head,

"Dr. Roman: Hmm. If there's anything I can do."

"Qingkong Ji: Hehe, then you are providing a message. Your next singularity has already arrived."

"—?"

Orleans Evil Dragon Hundred Years War.

Director Olga Marie fell asleep in the spiritual foundation, and Chaldea quickly convened a battle meeting.

Fujimaru Tachika, who had just returned from the burning Fuyuki, was about to throw herself into the next spiritual transfer after a few hours of sleep.

When she came to Chaldea, it was only because she heard that she had a high salary and excellent treatment, and she never imagined that she would devote herself to a job that was more difficult than that of a social animal.

Chapter 23 I was there

This longing, this heart, was nurtured from the fire, gained life, and all turned into the anger of vengeance.

Red lotus flames, Orleans is burning, the sky is reflected red.

The dragon witch, covered in jet-black armor, descended on the high platform of the church, overlooking the ravaged waste city, riding the legendary evil creature - Fafnir.

"What a stunning view, haha. If there is a vibrant street, destroy it as much as you like. If there is a vibrant village, destroy it as much as you like."

The gray-white hair fluttered in the wind like a dead silence, and the amber pupils like an evil dragon showed only the color of joy.

"Bring him up."

Dragon Witch, the black Joan of Arc raised the corners of her mouth.

A moaning figure was carried over. He was covered in bandages. During the carrying process, under the bandages that had been torn off due to roughness, his body was covered with flesh that was festering due to burning. He's fat again, and now looks like he's wriggling on the ground to hit the ball.

"Jill, how did you make him like this? I should have said that he was to be executed by me."

"It wasn't my masterpiece, it was like that when I took him down."

The answer was a magician with very protruding features, like a mummified corpse. His wide robe and thin arms can only be reminiscent of an evil wizard.

"Excuse me, what should I do with him?" Jill's huge bulging eyes stared at the mourning man on the ground. His eyes were like staring at a white mouse in a laboratory, which made people shudder.

"…"

"Oops, are you bothering about this? Need some advice?"

There was obvious unhappiness on the face of the Dragon Witch, and the dark saber around her waist hit the steel armor, making a sonorous sound,

"Ha. What nonsense are you talking about, I'll kill you if you're so stupid, Jill. Do you worry about using a fork when you're eating? Same thing, deal with him without even thinking about it. ."

The black Joan of Arc will come to fruition on the bandaged man,

"I'm just a little curious about what he's doing now. Ha, Pierre! Bishop Pierre Cochon, how did you end up in this situation, your whole body burned. Hahaha, this is really funny, Delightful."

"Ah, I was there at the time."

Jill stooped and said, "The fire that burned you suddenly exploded, and the spark ignited his clothes."

"Huh, so the stupid gods aren't all blind."

"you you."

At this moment, Bishop Kexiong trembled as he looked at the figure that was as dark as a manifestation of revenge.

"Impossible, impossible, impossible! Joan of Arc - you obviously already..."

"-do you died?"

The Black Saint laughed, "But unfortunately, I'm back from **** again. To get revenge on you, on this country--"

"No, impossible, impossible, this must be a nightmare."

The shock of the scene in front of him completely concealed the pain in his body, and Bishop Kexiong's eyes gradually lost their color.

"Hey, I'm starting to escape reality. That's not okay."

The black saint pressed the sword against the bishop's head, bending a happy and twisted smile,

"What shall I do with you, you say? Bishop Pierre Cochon."

"Please, please spare me. Please... spare me... I'm willing to do anything, just beg you, spare me."

"Hahaha."

In a burst of laughter, Bishop Kechon once again tasted the taste of burning fire.

No, this time it was a far more painful flame of vengeance than immediate.

…

"Master, what are you thinking?"