The Burning City (Bonus)

After being possessed by Heroic Spirit, should the way to interact with Hector be like Waver and Zhuge Liang, putting the Heroic Spirit to sleep, or like Ishtar and Ereshkigal, giving the body to the Servant?

To put it bluntly, Wang Xiaoming was afraid of being tricked by someone, and he felt it was better to keep control of his own body.

Wang Xiaoming didn't hide anything and directly told the Heroic Spirit he was talking to all his thoughts.

Seemingly without considering the possibility of rejection, Hector fell silent for a while after hearing Wang Xiaoming speak his mind so frankly.

After a while, Wang Xiaoming suddenly heard the voice in his mind and couldn't help but chuckle:

[Are you overthinking this? I, an old man, have never considered going to the mortal world.] 1"0"2 0,0 3"7?9 92

"Ah?"

After carefully recalling his previous conversation with Hector, Wang Xiaoming realized that the other party had not mentioned at all any desire to come to the mortal world...

That's awkward!

"Feel sorry!"

Admit your mistakes, stand up straight when you get punished. After discovering that he was living in a world described by a certain fungus girl, following his heart became Wang Xiaoming's first principle in dealing with things.

[It's nothing. I'm here probably because your "origin" is somewhat related to mine. I just didn't expect this meeting to be such a "surprise" for me.]

"..."

Wang Xiaoming, his face stiff, really didn't know what kind of expression he should make.

[Never mind, but I'm also quite curious. Awakening the "Origin" is supposed to be quite risky, so what exactly motivated you to go this far?]

(Actually, this was just an accident...)

After hearing Hector's question, Wang Xiaoming thought for a moment and used the same explanation he had given Circe before, just addressing the same words to a different audience.

[For the sake of a loved one? That's practically cheating!]

After listening to Wang Xiaoming's story, Hector couldn't help but give a wry smile, and then said:

Since you (my junior) have worked so hard, I can't be so stingy. Consider this a small gift, please accept it.

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Xiaoming felt a crystal shimmering with golden light appear in his consciousness. After spinning a few times, a clear cracking sound reached his ears, and then the golden crystal instantly shattered into powder, which was all absorbed by his body.

"So what did he give you?"

After Wang Xiaoming finished recounting what had just happened, Circe couldn't resist asking further questions out of curiosity.

Then she saw--

Suddenly, a burst of golden light appeared on Wang Xiaoming's right hand, gradually coalescing into a solid object. After the light completely dissipated, a long spear appeared in Wang Xiaoming's hand.

No, this is simply an extension of the sword hilt located at the front of the "gun"!

However, the Noble Phantasm energy emanating from the "javelin" is genuine.

"This gun wouldn't be...?"

Looking at the Noble Phantasm in Wang Xiaoming's hand, Circe's expression was somewhat subtle, and she roughly guessed its true name.

"Yes... that's right, this is Durandal."

Wang Xiaoming nodded and revealed the true name of the Noble Phantasm in his hand.

Durandal

--The Holy Sword of Charlemagne, the first of Roland's twelve knights, but before that, its owner Hector used it as a javelin?!

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Chapter 145. The Burning City (Supplement)

This is a city on fire. Its former prosperity and tranquility have vanished, replaced by a gloomy sky, a raging fire that has engulfed most of the city, and empty residential buildings lining both sides of the road.

And all of this seems to be silently foreshadowing the city's demise...

Buzz--

In a dimly lit alleyway, a strange magical fluctuation suddenly appeared. Although the fluctuation dissipated very quickly, it still attracted the attention of some "interested individuals" in the city.

Where the magic vanished, Wang Xiaoming emerged from the dimly lit alleyway, his face ashen. He staggered, barely able to walk without holding onto the wall. But after only a few steps, unable to bear the churning in his stomach any longer, he squatted down, and then...

Vomit--!

"Wow... it's alive..."

After emptying his stomach, Wang Xiaoming felt much better and looked around. But when the scene before him came into view—

"..."

After a long while, Wang Xiaoming, finally recovering from his shock, muttered to himself:

"Circe... where did you teleport me to...?"

Rewind time --

"I didn't expect him to even give you his Noble Phantasm."

Circe only glanced at the "Durandal" in Wang Xiaoming's hand and didn't pay any more attention to it.

"But..."

Circe then looked up, carefully scrutinized Wang Xiaoming from head to toe, and suddenly revealed a helpless expression:

"What exactly did Hector see in you that he even gave you his Spirit Origin?"

"What?"

Wang Xiaoming blinked blankly, seemingly unable to process what Circe had said.

Suppressing the urge to turn the man in front of her into a pig, Circe patiently explained to Wang Xiaoming, "In other words, Hector has completely transferred his abilities as Heroic Spirit to you!"

"Isn't this just like my junior's 'Demi-Servant'?"

After hearing Circe's explanation, Wang Xiaoming subconsciously retorted.

"Demi-Servant?"

Circe was somewhat puzzled by the word that Wang Xiaoming had used.

"I heard a rumor outside that someone in the Mage's Association is experimenting with the fusion of Master and Servant, and those successful test subjects are called [Demi- Demi-Servant] by them."

Wang Xiaoming made up an excuse to try and get away with it, but judging from Circe's speechless expression, it was clearly unsuccessful.

"... never mind."

Circe shook her head, seemingly getting used to Wang Xiaoming's habit of saying strange things: Actually, describing your state as a 'Demi-Servant' is quite fitting.

"So, how big is the gap between my current strength and Hector's?"

Wang Xiaoming was somewhat curious about his current situation; he should have the ability to fight against Heroic Spirit by now.

Do you know about the Trojan War?

After a moment of silence, Circe, as if to whet Wang Xiaoming's appetite, suddenly brought up something unrelated.

"Of course I know."

After hearing Wang Xiaoming's answer without hesitation, Circe nodded:

"Did you know that Troy's ability to hold out for ten years during the Trojan War wasn't solely due to Hector's efforts? [They] may not have been as dazzling as Hector, but they were ultimately indispensable."

"Are you saying Paris?"

Wang Xiaoming suddenly thought of the person who had ruined the entire Troy, but in the end, it was he who killed Achilles. Did Circe mean that he could now rival that brother-trap-loving, wife-obsessed guy?

Don't overthink it.

Seeing the infatuated look on Wang Xiaoming's face, Circe immediately poured a bucket of cold water on Wang Xiaoming face:

"I'm referring to the soldiers who risked their lives to reinforce the Troy defenses. Your current strength is at best comparable to the newly recruited soldiers in Troy."

"All right."

Wang Xiaoming looked at Circe with some helplessness, but he himself couldn't expect to immediately possess the strength of Hector and the other heroes, after all, he could tell this from his "junior sister".

After undergoing trials in six Singularity, Mash finally became a Gold Card. Wang Xiaoming, who was one of the million Masters in his previous life, was well aware of the hardships and tribulations Mash endured during this process.

"But... this is giving me a headache..."

The sudden sound interrupted Wang Xiaoming's thoughts, and he looked up at Circe had a troubled expression on his face.

"If Hector gives you such a valuable gift on our first meeting, then it would be unreasonable for me not to reciprocate in kind."

"Forehead..."

Unexpectedly Circe was troubled by such a thing. While touched, Wang Xiaoming declined her suggestion.

"Let's forget about it."

Don't let the girl's current charming and adorable appearance fool you; she's a genuine Witch. And from the Circe, mischievous look in Circe's eyes, Wang Xiaoming felt he'd discovered the truth.

"How about we leave it like this?"

Pretending not to hear, Circe raised her wand at Wang Xiaoming's call, "Hey, listen to me!" The magic in the temple quickly took shape under Circe's manipulation.

The instant the Magecraft was completed, Wang Xiaoming's face turned deathly pale, as if he had witnessed some indescribable horror.

"Wait!"

"It's just a small trial, what's wrong with you?"

Perhaps not expecting Wang Xiaoming to react so strongly to the Magecraft, even Circe himself was taken aback.

"Can... can I not go?"

Wang Xiaoming looked at the Witch in front of him with expectant eyes.

Before Wang Xiaoming was a "door" with spiraling ripples, in the same style as the "door" that had teleported him to the temple.

The moment I saw this door, that dizzying feeling, like being swept into a washing machine, surged back into my heart.

"Certainly..."

Having seemingly grasped what Wang Xiaoming was afraid of, Circe glanced at the "door" out of the corner of his eye before refocusing his gaze on Wang Xiaoming, a meaningful smile playing on his Circe.

"No way~"

Witch...

At that moment, the slight curve of Circe's lips appeared to Wang Xiaoming as nothing less than Demon's smile.

"Get in there now!"

Seeing Wang Xiaoming lingering outside the "door" and refusing to move, Circe couldn't stand it any longer and raised her wand, giving Wang's backside a hard slap!

"Oh, and this too."

Watching Wang Xiaoming scream as he was swallowed by the portal, Circe seemed to realize something. A beam of light shone from the tip of her wand, and she followed Wang Xiaoming into the portal.

"If you encounter danger, just smash this thing."

Circe gave these instructions as the portal was about to close.