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In terms of the depth of the connection, the photo of this servant himself is much deeper than the book that has been reprinted countless times.

The most important thing is that this guy Morpheus can take pictures of the cover, the back, and even the contents inside. He took dozens of pictures back and forth!

The more photos there are, the deeper the connection. This time when the other party goes back to summon a servant, there is a high probability that he will summon this book as his servant!

However, no matter how I think about it, this summoning method feels too strange. Others look for relics or some symbols, but he just takes a photo directly, and then uses the other person's photo to summon!

It saves money and time. The only drawback is that you need to meet this servant first, after all, you still have to take a photo of the other party.

After he had almost finished taking the photos, Morpheus put away his camera and raised his hand.

At this moment, Andersen immediately focused his attention.

He relied on a special method to rebound the attack of the magic book, allowing the magic book's own attack to act on himself, causing himself to fall asleep. Andersen could understand this operation.

So now, how does Morpheus plan to damage this incorporeal magic book that is invulnerable to ordinary attacks and make it return to the Throne of Heroes?

"I think this should actually be considered the basics of mysticism, right? Most mystical knowledge includes summoning techniques, including spells like divine descent and exorcism, which all fall into this category."

While talking to Andersen, Morpheus began to draw a magic circle on the ground.

The magic circle is not complicated, it is even simple. It is just a combination of two or three geometric shapes.

If there is anything troublesome, it is probably the numbers and Latin written next to it.

But Andersen did not think these things were troublesome, because any scholar could write them down. The only problem was that he needed to have seen this seemingly simple magic circle beforehand.

Watching Morpheus place the book in the center of the magic circle, then start to stand up and walk as if he was casting a spell, he showed a puzzled expression. Is this a magic trick?

Following a relatively long opening speech, Morpheus had already completed his previous work. Finally, he recited the ending spell.

"In the name of YHVH, O Spirit, return to where you came from!"

Is this helpful?!

Looking at the magic circle where nothing had happened and the magic book still sleeping in the center of the magic circle, Andersen's mind was full of doubts, but at this moment, he suddenly felt a huge magical power appearing, and this magical power enveloped the magic circle. With the appearance of this magical power, he couldn't help but open his eyes wide.

Because he saw a crack appearing in front of him. This crack was obviously a space crack, and this crack gave people the feeling that it was connected to the root.

He was sure that his feeling was correct, there was indeed a root on the other side of the crack!

But if the channel to the source can be torn open so easily, then what is the purpose of humans creating the Holy Grail War and fighting it every day?!

At this moment, he suddenly found that the magic book was moving. The magic that had been lying there began to tremble, and then slowly floated up, as if it didn't understand what was going on.

But at this moment, Morpheus snapped his fingers, and suddenly, a thought turned into information and flowed into the interior of the magic book.

"You go back first. We will have a chance to meet in the future." Morpheus smiled and watched the struggle of the magic book. He watched it gradually being attracted by the suction in the crack, and watched it turn into a spirit particle and then disappear inside the crack.

Then, the crack disappeared, and Morpheus waved his hand and cleared the magic circle on the ground.

Everything is so simple, as simple as eating and drinking water.

"What was that just now?" Andersen asked. As a novelist, he still had some guesses. "Is it a magic circle used to dispel things?"

He had also heard of this kind of magic that could be used to dispel evil spirits, but what Morpheus displayed was completely different. He directly tore open a crack in space and let the servant return. He could even feel the power of the root inside the crack.

This was no longer a magic he could understand!

"I guess so. The magic society I belong to...it's not entry-level, but it's considered intermediate knowledge." Morpheus thought for a moment and explained, "Those who master this kind of knowledge are probably the more common elites."

"Your metaphor is quite strange. The more common elite, are you trying to say something like the captain of a troop?"

"Oh, that's right, it's a feeling similar to being a captain!"

Andersen smiled and said nothing, but his heart was already numb.

"Like a squad leader? Are you trying to say this level is just like everyone else?!"

"Anyway, within the association I belong to, only talents of this level can be sent out to carry out missions. After all, we are also responsible for the lives of the association members, right?" Morpheus smiled and looked around happily. At this time, those people had begun to wake up from their sleep. Feeling their yawns, Morpheus stretched, turned around and walked in the direction he came from.

"Where are you going? Don't you want to sit with me?"

"No, I'm going back to continue reading."

Morpheus's words startled Andersen, and then he immediately remembered something and shouted, "By the way, can you accompany me to the Clock Tower?! This mission is crucial, and it's related to whether we can successfully save the world this time!"

As a result, he saw Morpheus turned his head with a strange expression.

"Is there any information you need? Tell me, maybe I've already seen it."

Andersen opened his mouth and said after a long while: "You came from the clock tower?!"

Morpheus nodded vigorously. "Well, we finally found an opportunity to hack into the Clock Tower without getting held accountable. We must make good use of it!"

Andersen's eyes lit up and he immediately rushed over: "Take me there quickly, I want to see it too!"

He felt that the guy in front of him named Morpheus was really pleasing to the eye!

Chapter 174: Matou Zouken

So, Morpheus returned to the Clock Tower again and dragged a burdened servant with him, who was the Dead Shota who called himself Andersen.

Looking at Morpheus who broke into the clock tower directly from this side and completely disdained to enter the interior through the secret passage, Andersen had a better understanding of Morpheus's strength.

If this guy took action, the crisis London is facing now could definitely be resolved in the shortest possible time. However, this guy didn't plan to take action and wanted to come to the clock tower to read.

In response, Andersen picked up a book and asked, "Don't you plan to solve the current crisis? If you take action, it should be easy to solve the problem, right?"

"Didn't I say it? We finally found an opportunity to invade the clock tower without being held accountable. We must make good use of it." Morpheus smiled, and casually found a sofa to sit down. He held a new book in his hand, flipping through it and taking pictures.

Andersen curled his lips at this and said, "I don't have the power, but you do. You can definitely solve the problem as soon as possible, and this will reduce the death toll!"

Morpheus still had no intention of taking any action against this statement. "Don't tell me you don't know the situation here. As long as the problem is solved, history will be repaired, the dead will come back to life, and everything will develop according to the history that has been determined in the future. So even if everyone in London is dead now, they will all come back to life in the end."

"We can't allow those who intend to destroy humanity to act in this way. If they succeed, your future will be ruined."

Morpheus chuckled: "So someone has already gone there?"

Andersen knew that the other party was talking about the other few people. Thinking of their strength, Andersen nodded: "Indeed, they can solve most of the problems. You can take action when you encounter something that is really difficult to handle."

After saying this, he calmed down and began to carefully read the book at hand.

These books were the information that Morpheus first saw on the table. He guessed that these materials were prepared for people like Andersen, perhaps by an assistant who was hiding in the dark and had not yet come out.

After a while, Andersen made a sound like "That's how it is", as if he had discovered some secret.

Morpheus seemed indifferent to this and continued to look at the book in his hand.

Andersen said, "If Servants are created to respond to crises rather than for the Holy Grail War, then this special Servant Summoning mode, where Servants appear without a Master, doesn't it mean that a huge crisis has occurred?"

"Yes." Morpheus did not deny it. He simply answered the other party and continued reading the book.

Seeing Morpheus's straightforward answer, Andersen said, "Have you read these books?"

"seen it already."

"Now that you've seen it, what crisis do you think caused the Servant to appear like this?"

Facing Andersen's question, Morpheus closed the book, put it aside, and looked at him: "Just an idiot with a short circuit in his brain."

"A short-circuited idiot?" Andersen narrowed his eyes after hearing this answer. He looked at Morpheus and said in a deep voice, "What do you know?"

"I guess I just need to know who's behind this." Morpheus smiled and picked up another book. "But in order to confront this guy, I first need to restore all the singularities to normal. So you can think of my current actions as part of the ongoing plot."

"What exactly is it? Can you tell me?"

"Things that threaten human history. For example, if the legendary evil being that wants to destroy humanity really appears and has actually begun to destroy humanity, then in order to deal with this crisis, top-level Servants will naturally appear to deal with this disaster."

Morpheus thought for a moment and continued, "I think you can understand it this way. And if it's a disaster like this, you should have noticed the strange halo above your head, right?"

Andersen nodded. Although the fog in London was very serious, the huge halo in the sky could still be seen, because it was so conspicuous that it was difficult to completely cover it even with thick fog.

"This crisis, or the mastermind behind it, the one who is currently destroying human history, is gathering energy through the very act of destroying human history. The product of this energy is that halo, which is composed of hundreds of millions of rays of light. The power of each ray of light..."

Morpheus thought for a moment and said, "If you know what King Arthur said, it's probably equivalent to King Arthur using his own Noble Phantasm once, and that's a number in the hundreds of millions. Now do you understand the strength of the mastermind behind this?"

Andersen's face fell. Just listening to the description made him feel extremely stressed. However, the guy who said these words, this human named Morpheus, still looked relaxed, as if there was no need to worry or be afraid of such a powerful existence.

As if seeing through Andersen's thoughts, Morpheus smiled and said, "Actually, it's not that bad. I've discovered its purpose. Although these halos are very powerful, you have to understand that they are trying so hard to collect these energies. Could it be that they want to finally gather them together and shoot through the earth?

"Impossible! That would be such a waste of time. There are so many ways to destroy the Earth, and this method is too stupid."

"You mean, the other party collects this energy because it needs such a huge amount of energy to complete a task. Therefore, it can't use this energy to deal with those who want to stop it?"

"There will definitely be excess energy. It will definitely have some in reserve to prevent any accidents. However, no matter how hard it tries, it can't produce a complete replacement amount. It can't even get one-tenth of the energy it needs. Therefore, the number of rays it can actually use to bombard the enemy is estimated to be only a few thousand, and the maximum is probably only tens of thousands."

Andersen imagined the scene of tens of thousands of King Arthurs releasing their treasures at the same time, and he couldn't help but feel scared, and quickly threw the idea out of his mind.

But the man in front of him seemed to have no fear at all, and did not seem to take King Arthur, a top servant, seriously at all.

Even if his strength is really strong, he can't be fearless in the face of thousands or tens of thousands of King Arthurs, right?

"Don't worry, it's actually very simple. All I have to do is destroy the aura that the other party has worked so hard to build up in an instant. Then, I can beat up the mastermind behind the scenes and send him back home. Then I can finish my work perfectly and go back to studying for my degree."

"Education?"

"Didn't I tell you? I'm a student at Westminster School now."

"Westminster School?" Andersen naturally knew what Westminster School was. Even though he was a Dane, how could he not have heard of the famous Westminster School in the UK?

After all, this legendary school was founded in 1179.

But Andersen was still curious. He looked at Morpheus and asked, "Are you English?"

"Yes, English."

"You're English, you're in England, and you're a magician. Why didn't you go to school at the Clock Tower? Instead, you went to Westminster School." Andersen said, looking at the books around Morpheus that he had already read. "You don't seem to be uninterested in the Clock Tower."

"My interest in the Clock Tower's collection of books doesn't conflict with my lack of interest in teaching there." Morpheus smiled. "That's why I seized this opportunity. Such a rare opportunity must be seized!"

Andersen also laughed: "That's right. Then I'll take a closer look while there's still time. This opportunity is rare. Anyway, I want to return to the Throne of Heroes, so I can preserve my memories!"

At this moment, the two people who would not be affected by historical restoration and suffer from amnesia happily accelerated the sweep of the clock tower's collection of books.

……

With the help of Fran, Ritsuka Fujimaru, Mashu, and Jeanne d'Arc found the guy who kept producing puppets and machines, a human whose whole body was transformed!

Charles Babbage, whose class was Caster.

Historically, Babbage invented the Difference Engine, laying the foundation for steampunk. If a computer appears in a steampunk work, then this computer must be a Difference Engine!

At this time, Babbage looked completely unlike a human being. He had turned into a huge monster made of machinery and steam. Seeing Babbage like this, Fran showed a look of pain and was unwilling to get closer.

She made low sounds, which were also understood by fellow women like Jeanne d'Arc.

In the past, when Dr. Frankenstein was still alive, he brought Fran to meet Mr. Babbage. He was a gentle and wise gentleman, but now he has become such a monster!

At this time, Babbage was making a sound like steam, as if he was declaring his existence, and as if he was conveying the information he wanted to convey.

"Listen, listen, listen. My name is the Steam King. Unable to grasp a possible future, he vanished into insignificance, the king of a vague, ethereal world. I am the one you call Magician B, one of the leaders of the city-wide Magic Mist Project. And I am one of the Heroic Spirits born from the Magic Mist of this imperial capital."

It's a pity that he couldn't wait for the other party to finish speaking. Suddenly, Babbage lost control. Seeing that the other party lost control, Matthew immediately understood what was going on.

"His actions are controlled by the Holy Grail. We have no choice but to defeat him!"

The battle started in an instant.

It was a completely one-sided battle. Perhaps in order to save time, Fujimaru Ritsuka drew out her Murakumo sword without hesitation. The power of the top-level spiritual equipment gave her an instant of extremely powerful strength. Coupled with the participation of Black Jeanne d'Arc, Mash, and Mordred, the battle did not even last a minute!

Just as he was about to disappear, Babbage, who had finally regained some consciousness, gave a new hint.

"Go underground in the city, deeper, deeper, deeper, deeper than the subway... That's where... the core of the Magic Mist Project... is located... The source of the Magic Mist that fills the city... is the giant steam engine I invented... the Angrboda... The Holy Grail... is designed to be... the source of Angrboda's power..."

Seeing Babbage disappear, everyone fell into silence. Fran looked very painful, but no one knew how to comfort him.

Then, Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at the others and said, "Let's go to the place Mr. Babbage mentioned and resolve this crisis!"

Following Babbage's instructions, everyone began to move underground. When they reached an area deeper than the subway, they found that the fog around them was even thicker than outside, and it was getting thicker!

The surrounding light comes from torches, the ancient torches have not yet been replaced by electricity, and there are not even kerosene lamps, making this place look very ancient, even unable to be described as classical.

This place is so old that one wonders when it was built.

"Legend has it that the head of King Bran of ancient Britain is buried underground in ancient Britain to protect Londinium," said Modred.

Although this made everyone a little confused, they couldn't help but think that this was an explanation.

As they chatted, everyone continued to move forward and finally arrived at a hollow underground space.

Looking at the huge steam creation in front of them, which continuously emitted mist from its holes and released the mist to the outside world, Fujimaru Ritsuka and others knew that they had come to the right place. This was the core area of ​​the Magic Mist Project!

Then, a man appeared here, with a cold face, looking at everyone.

"Wonderful, wonderfully enough, Paracelsus was right. Evil deeds will inevitably be thwarted by good. The giant steam engine, Angerboda, is both the form of our evil and our hope." He looked at them fearlessly and said coldly, "Your journey ends here. Today, good will be driven out by our evil."