"OK, landing completed, safe for now." After arriving at the London Singularity, Lawrence confirmed the safety of the surrounding area and breathed a sigh of relief.
This time I finally landed without having to fight as soon as I landed at the third singularity point.
"It's such a heavy fog and the visibility is so low." Fujimaru Ritsuka looked around, "Everyone, stand closer together and spread out carefully."
"Is the fog in this city so heavy?" Camilla frowned. Although London was a foggy city in her mind, such thick fog was really rare.
"Call, call, please answer if you hear me, please answer if you hear me, Lixiang, Mashu? Are you there?" Dr. Roman's voice came through the communicator, and it sounded a little urgent.
"You can hear me, doctor, please rest assured, we have arrived at the singularity safely." Matthew responded to Roman.
"That's good. I'm retrieving your location here. The map system can still be started. Wait for me." Roman breathed a sigh of relief and began to observe the map. "Your current location should be Greenwich, London. To the north of you
Three hundred meters away is the Thames, can it be observed?"
"Unfortunately, it can't be done." Camilla's body surface was filled with blood, and she frowned, "There is a very thick fog here, and the observable distance is less than ten meters, and... there are things in the fog.
A very uncomfortable smell.”
"Could it be a magic reaction?" Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at Miss Lawrence, "Miss Lawrence, don't deploy the magic formation yet."
"I understand." Lawrence nodded without making any move.
She knew what Ritsuka Fujimaru was worried about. Camilla couldn't feel uncomfortable for no reason. If magic units really existed, Lawrence's magic position would most likely alert the enemy.
Roman immediately started searching, but after he actually inserted the magic radar into the London Singularity, he was stunned.
"Roman? Is there any result?" Lawrence asked while warning.
Roman knew that now was not the time for him to be in a daze, so he nodded slowly and took a deep breath.
"You...be careful, there is...something wrong with this London."
"Something is very wrong!" Roman's voice was more serious than ever before. "The city of London now... has thousands of magical reactions. Although the intensity of the reactions varies, they are densely packed and spread almost throughout London!"
"Unlike the Second Singularity United Army of the Roman Empire, these are genuine magical reactions!"
"Matthew, Lawrence, Camilla, and Simon, be ready to fight at any time." Fujimaru Ritsuka immediately ordered, "You must not let down your guard."
The four servants nodded together.
"There is a relatively weak magic reaction about 40 meters away from your eleven o'clock direction. Ritsuka, it's up to you." Roman gave the choice to Ritsuka.
"Be prepared to make contact. If necessary, please leave it to Matthew and Simon-chan."
"Yes, Master." Mashu answered eloquently.
In the thick fog, several people slowly moved towards the direction indicated by Roman.
Lawrence had already deployed a relatively small magic position, and instantly felt something was wrong.
Her perception was blocked.
but......
It's not the fog, but——
The place where they and others were located was within a huge magic formation.
Lawrence's heart palpitated involuntarily.
London Singularity...what happened?
...
Ground.
Adroson seemed to feel something.
"Are they the followers who were summoned independently in the barrier? Caster's followers?" He frowned slightly, "Or is it something else?"
"You look like you've had an accident?" Shakespeare looked at Adrosson amusedly.
Adroson glanced at him and said calmly: "Nothing will happen to me. Take care of yourself, Shakespeare. I don't like people who talk too much."
"This is really distressing. A strong desire for expression is one of the characteristics of a great artist, isn't it?" Shakespeare said with regret in his tone, "And now you want to erase this characteristic of me. It's really cruel."
"It's just because you have a strong desire for expression. Don't be like all the artists." Adrosson was controlling a bunch of magic equipment in front of him. His attention was not on Shakespeare at all, but he could interact with him freely.
Dialogue, "I knew many artists during my lifetime, especially my father. He was even the greatest artist, but he didn't have as strong a desire for expression as you said."
"Oh, that's such a sharp rebuttal, leaving us speechless." Shakespeare smacked his lips, "So, Mr. Andersen, what do you think?"
"You guys are talking about your stuff, I don't want to get involved in your topic." Although Andersen was locked up, he didn't have too many thoughts. "For me, this is the happiest leisure time. It's so cool when no one is urging me to write.
ah."
"You guy..."
Adroson ignored the movement on the ground, assuming that a somewhat vigilant caster had been summoned from within the barrier.
...
On the ground, near Greenwich in London, Fujimaru Ritsuka and his party had been exposed to the magical reaction mentioned by Roman.
He was a man who moved slowly, couldn't see his face clearly, and was dressed in expensive clothes.
He looks a bit illusory, but there is indeed a magic reaction in his body.
Lawrence looked at this man and frowned.
If her perception was correct, this strange "person" should be feeling sad.
"Hello?" she greeted. She was basically responsible for Chaldea's negotiations at the singularity.
But that "person" didn't seem to be aware of Lawrence's existence, and was just walking slowly, like a zombie, on the streets of Greenwich.
Some words could be vaguely heard from his mouth.
"Why... I am so gentle to everyone and extremely tolerant of everyone."
"Why do they regard me as an alien and try to harm me..."
He was in a downcast shape, walking slowly, and the words in his mouth were difficult to understand.
"Is this...a phantom?" Lawrence pinched his chin and murmured.
"Phantom?" Fujimaru Ritsuka asked strangely.
"The composition of phantoms is similar to that of heroic spirits to a certain extent." Lawrence explained to Fujimaru Ritsuka, "But phantoms are mostly fictional and exist only in stories and rumors. They do not exist themselves.
, but because of its popularity and many other reasons, it is possible to obtain an existence similar to the spirit base through certain channels."
"Of course there are many other special circumstances, but the phantom can be generally understood as a 'fictional character.'" Lawrence looked at the phantom that was already drifting away and pursed his lips.
"It's just that the conditions for the existence of phantoms are more stringent than those of servants... If this is really a phantom, then what happened in London to cause the phantom to appear?"