After Roland's figure disappeared, Danic's consciousness could no longer hold on. After issuing an order to cancel the workshop's alienation, he fainted.
In the magical workshop that had returned to its normal state, Lancer sighed softly and asked the figures in the eleven tanks in the center of the magical workshop.
"Master, what should I do next?"
As he spoke, lights gradually came on in the silent magical workshop, illuminating the figure inside the tank.
Each of them carries a strange and heavy magical power, clearly showing their identity as artificial humans, and there are still vague traces of being transformed on their bodies.
What was even more incredible was that these eleven androids looked exactly like the Darnic that Lancer had put aside!
Each of them had a contractual connection with Lancer.
This is why Enkidu did not panic even after seeing that Darnic was destroyed, because his real master was the collective consciousness of Darnic and these eleven androids, called {Yggdmillennia}.
As Lancer spoke, eleven tanks lit up and emitted a strange buzzing sound. When Enkidu heard this sound, his mood became noticeably lower.
Even if it's survival instinct, there's no need to do this...
He kept this sentence in his heart and did not speak it out loud. Facing a life that was eager to survive, Enkidu would not interfere unnecessarily.
Enkidu slowly walked up to the disabled and unconscious Darnic and lifted his clothes.
——In the center of the chest, a disc that was immersed in the flesh and blood and emitted light was flashing. In the center of the disc was a filled groove.
A rune stone with a sheep pattern is inlaid on it.
Enkidu grasped the disc and twisted it slightly to remove it. Then he opened a new tank and placed the disc on the opponent's chest.
The disc seemed to have life. When it came into contact with flesh and blood, the spiritual patterns on it lit up one by one, finally converging on the talisman in the center, and then slowly sank into the chest of the android.
Then, the android opened his eyes, and his gaze quickly changed from confusion to sharpness. He grabbed the clothes next to him and put them on himself.
"Lancer, is that guy gone?"
"Already left."
"That's good," Darnic nodded, turning to look at the remaining ten tanks behind him, "I didn't expect to waste a body here, but this temporary covenant is still worth it. Humph, even those guys in the Clock Tower would never have thought that I would have created the same results as the Grand Master Magician."
Looking at the ten androids in front of him, Darnic smiled proudly.
"You transformed your original body into pure flesh and blood, and then created your own artificial human from this flesh and blood. You divided your soul into thin consciousnesses and turned them into clusters. Finally, you placed the main obsession and most of the soul on that powerful talisman and used it to control your body. This method, Master, you are indeed a master in the study of the soul."
Lancer calmly recounted Darnic's methods, with a somewhat pitiful look in his eyes.
He was summoned by a collective consciousness called the Yggdmillennia. When Danic activated the summoning circle, these artificial people who had been drained in the previous ritual and were about to be processed, expressed a desire to survive. Such a strong consciousness replaced the catalyst and summoned him.
This collective consciousness is his real master, not the remnant soul that lives in the talisman and has only obsession left. Unfortunately, out of the first instinct of survival, {Yggdmillennia} believes that it can survive better under the control of a more perfect subject with the same consciousness, so it recognizes Darnic, who is also "himself", as the spokesperson.
"What's that look in your eyes, Lancer? I thought you could understand me," Darnic sneered, "When I got this amulet, I realized that flesh and blood are just a meaningless cage, and the soul is the real life."
"Besides, I just brought this process forward. In another two hundred years, my personality will be transformed into this kind of collective consciousness. Therefore, it is better to extract the obsession in advance. What's more, I am the same as the Yggdmillennia."
Danic spoke eloquently, "As long as I achieve my goal, the Thousand Worlds Tree and I can exist forever. That's why these artificial humans like me recognize me as the subject. After all, they are just props without souls."
"Tools?" Enkidu murmured, "But even so, I still think that human souls and human lives are very precious and dazzling things. Isn't it sad to classify these things as inferior, to live on tools, and to turn oneself into a weapon?"
"This may not be considered living, but in order to live better, this is necessary."
This transformation was completed by Danic decades ago. At that time, Darnic, who was unable to activate the Sheep Spell by any means, came up with a bold idea based on his research that had reached the Grand Level.
Since I can't use the talisman, why don't I let the talisman use me?
Sacrificing everything about myself to the talisman, turning the excess into material and carrier, and using the power of the talisman to barely stabilize myself and ensure the existence of the subject, this means that he will not only have the skills of a magician, but also the powerful magic circuits of an artificial human. Moreover, such individuals also appear in the concept of a cluster. If one is killed, another can be replaced at any time.
You know, the existence of the self is very scary. Even for a Grand Puppeteer who can create multiple bodies at the same time, when achieving this form of immortality, in order to avoid conflicts, a new consciousness will only awaken in a new body after death.
The existence of multiple selves at the same time is simply unheard of. If Darnic had not relied on the power of the sheep spell to confirm his own subjectivity and persuade these cluster consciousnesses to sleep obediently and serve as his backup battery, he would have been in big trouble.
Darnic's eyes were full of coldness, and he said to Lancer: "If you are dissatisfied with me, you can directly raise it."
"I am just a weapon. If this is the Master's decision, I will obey."
Lancer looked at the consciousness conveyed by the ten androids behind him, lowered his head slightly, and with an atmosphere as inclusive as nature around him, he accepted Darnic's decision frankly.
"That's good. The previous battle scene was interrupted because of that guy. What's the battle situation now, Lancer? Has any heroic spirit left the battlefield?"
Enkidu turned his head and looked into the distance. As someone who possessed the highest level of breath perception ability, he could sense other people's breath from a long distance. Even the assassin, who had a breath shielding level of A, could be sensed by him at close range.
Feeling the breath from dozens of miles away, Enkidu slowly told the information.
"Rider and Saber have stopped fighting. The Servant with an ominous aura is attacking another Servant. It seems to be Archer..."
Enkidu couldn't help but stop talking when he heard Archer's presence. It was so familiar, so nostalgic. Lancer was very sure that this was the king he was familiar with.
"Could it be you?"
Feelings of confusion and anxiety resounded violently in his chest, but they were soon overcome by overwhelming joy.
It was just like fate, many ironic things always happened in the Holy Grail War.
It is obvious that the result will not change. It is just that you take off his head, or the other party digs out your heart.
This fate intertwined between the two will never be broken even if they fight a thousand times.
Lancer smiled naturally, and his originally calm mouth turned into one overflowing with joy.
It's great that he can come to this Holy Grail War.