It was a special power as thick and heavy as mercury, rich with tangible substance. It was more advanced and primordial than magical energy, and the energy level contained in every unit was terrifyingly high.
But for Servants still bound by the rules of the Type-Moon World, this alien energy was no different from poison. It simply could not be directly converted into magical energy to sustain their Saint Graphs.
"Leave the matter of supplying magical energy to Ritsuka. After all, she's a professional 'power bank.'"
As Chen Li spoke, he took out Judgment of All Things.
With a crisp snipping sound, Chen Li skillfully grafted the magical energy supply channel he had just established with Archer onto Ritsuka Fujimaru beside him. The entire process was smooth and effortless.
The moment Chen Li put away the scissors, Archer immediately felt abundant, warm, familiar magical energy surge into his Saint Graph like a tide.
"Phew..." Archer exhaled. It was a long-lost feeling of being filled with magical energy.
"If we were going to use her magical energy anyway, couldn't I have just formed a contract with Chaldea's Master directly?" Archer looked at Chen Li speechlessly and could not help complaining.
"Making friends, you know." Chen Li spread his hands and smiled.
Besides, only after forming a contract could Chen Li more conveniently "borrow" Archer's strength. Servant contracts really were convenient things, practically like signing oneself away.
"..." Archer suddenly had an ominous feeling that he had boarded a pirate ship.
"Honestly, how many people did we bring this time?"
Archer decided to stop dwelling on Chen Li's incomprehensible antics and turned to a more practical question. He looked at Ritsuka Fujimaru with a serious expression.
"A lot, tons! It's practically the whole Chaldea package!" Ritsuka Fujimaru nodded hard, brimming with confidence.