The Dark Way of the Egoist: A Serial

Chapter 124 Experiment
Picking up the thick notebook in the corner of the desk, Dak opened it and began to record the inspiration and steps in his experiment.

Although it's fine as long as it works now.

But when you have free time in the future, these are things you should think about and study carefully.

Most of the thick notebook has been used. In fact, this is not the first one. The more I think about it, the more problems I find. The result is like this... Experimental records are like a game of spending money to draw cards but there is no guarantee of a winning card.

When Dark turned around, Saya's human form was sitting there motionless, staring at Dark with blank eyes.

He walked over and took a few looks. Apart from his eyes staring at him, his body didn't move.

Duck thought for a moment.

Then pat the head.

At this time, Saya finally reacted and rubbed against Dak's hand.

Like a puppy.

"stand up."

Following Dark's order, Saya stood up obediently.

"Move forward."

Finding it interesting, Dark began to test Saya's control over her body.

Saya in human form made him feel much more comfortable than her original monster form.

Although he knew that the human figure in front of him was just Saya's external human information interaction interface, the main body was still that big meat pillar, or the collection of all the roots in this space.

It's not a living thing in the normal sense.

...

...

Suddenly, a new idea came to my mind.

Following Dark's command, Lancelot walked in front of Saya's real body.

To be honest, Dark himself did not think that Lancelot could be the vehicle for him to seize the Holy Grail. There were too many gods in this Holy Grail War.

Therefore, at the moment he doesn't want to directly participate in the Holy Grail War at all - the cost-effectiveness is too low.

In this case, it is normal to make the best use of things.

For example, using servants as experimental materials.

Having played fgo, he knows that there is a kind of inherited spiritual base called sub-servant, and there are also composite spiritual bases and the fabrication of new servants.

So the existence of servants is really strange.

The tentacles of Saya's body began to draw magic circles on the ground according to Dark's orders, while its humanoid terminal stood obediently with Lancelot.

The result of Saya's new physical test is that Dake believes that he does not need to worry about Saya's ability to bear it at all.

The vitality of the humanoid is unexpectedly strong.

As for how cruel and unscrupulous the test is, I won’t describe it.

Anyway, Saya herself doesn't care. The clone has no vital points, and with sufficient vitality supply, any injury can be recovered.

The pain that humans feel and identify with has nothing to do with her.

The essence of Saya still comes from the curse of the doll, which is a ritual of life - the return of life, a ritual with intelligence.

But here comes the problem, even if Saya doesn't care.

But now he can not care about these "disgusting" pictures at all. What has become of Dark's mind?

Is it the truth that comes from your heart?

This is the evil nature that developed from the gap deep in his heart. Dark actually has no sense of identity with this world itself, but arrogantly believes that he is incompatible with this world.

The outsiders who are insoluble in this world are called extraterritorial demons.

It was like this at the beginning, and it is still like this now, but there is no longer any concealment or scruples.

Playing with the long hair around his ears, Dak's hair has been growing a little fast these days.

Once the magic circle was drawn, Dak began the ceremony.

As the experiment began, the roots in the ground entangled Lancelot, and the tips of the roots began to drill under the skin.

"Aaaa!"

Lancelot's roar echoed in the insect warehouse. Feeling severe pain, Lancelot began to resist, and the black mist around him suddenly became stronger.

He began to actively draw on Dark's magic power to resist. "In the name of the Command Seal, Lancelot, do not resist!"

In response to this, Dark was already prepared to use the Command Spell.

Under the powerful effect of the Command Seal, no matter how much he wanted to struggle, Lancelot was powerless. He was not the type who could resist the Command Seal.

The armor was swollen by the tentacles that had penetrated it, and just by looking at it, one could empathize with the pain.

However, Dak has no feelings, and perhaps no empathy.

As the magic ritual progressed, Dark began to operate on Lancelot's spiritual base.

The purpose is to possess it on Saya.

A berserker without ego may seem powerful, but in fact he is just strong on the outside but weak on the inside.

Once the battle starts, it is really useless.

Brains are a good thing, but unfortunately he doesn't have it.

"In the name of the Command Seal, Lancelot, hand over your power."

As the crystallization of great magecraft, the Command Seals are also, in a sense, magical.

It is a very troublesome thing for a Heroic Spirit to possess a human and become a Sub-Servant, and it cannot be forced.

However, the Command Spell can still play some role.

The main reason is that Berserker has no reason and can be easily controlled by Command Spells.

"As expected of a Command Seal that can even transfer space."

Dark sighed and said that the uncorrupted Machirizolgen could truly be said to be a first-class genius who was able to develop such a great thing as the Command Seals.

At the same time, further control Saya.

Lancelot was irrational after all, and even if he was ordered to hand over his power, he wouldn't know how to do it.

At this time, Saya still has to get it herself.

To split the spiritual base and extract the power, Dark still had to control magic.

Although there was "God's talent" guiding him in the right direction, in the end, Dak could only be said to have achieved half of his success.

"Zizzi"

"bang"

The current became stronger and stronger, and then exploded.

"Cough cough cough" Dak covered his mouth and nose.

Saya's body began to actively ventilate the insect warehouse.

Wait until the smoke clears.

Reveal the results of the experiment.

Lancelot lay motionless on the ground, seemingly normal. The Sayaka android was shattered to pieces, its shattered limbs trying to wriggle back together.

Something that might be an organ was crawling towards the center like a maggot, and so was the blood on the ground around it.

The tentacles belonging to the main body help to put the meat pieces in place, while also integrating into the meat pieces to provide vitality.

Duck took a squirming piece of flesh from his face and threw it.

Although the roots around the body formed a protection that blocked most of the splashing objects, some things still flew into the hole used for observation.

Ignoring Saya who was barely able to put together a human form, Dark began to check on Lancelot's condition.

The spiritual base is in tatters and is basically in a state where it may be scrapped at any time.

However, if we use the Command Spell to drive it, we should still be able to fight back.

At the same time, Dark also realized that if a Heroic Spirit had no IQ, he could not expect him to become a Sub-Servant. Sure enough, it still required the Heroic Spirit to take the initiative. Or maybe the current technical accumulation was not enough. After this experiment, Dark had some new ideas.

Looking back, Saya had regrouped and returned to normal, staring blankly at Dark.

Seeing Dake looking at her, he gave her a silly smile.

As Dark thought about it, Saya's roots penetrated the soil and walls, entered the warehouse of the Matou family and took out a thick book.

Go, sleep, sleep

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(End of this chapter)