In the boundless sea of stars and endless gray fog, there are blazing white flames burning.
They started from seven fires that were very far apart, and slowly but surely spread to the surroundings.
Various indescribable things lingering in the gray fog are scurrying away, even though the fire point is very far away from them, and there is no sign of acceleration.
Occasionally, whether it is reckless, stupid or instigated by its companions, a strange shape with the appearance of black mist covered with a ragged cloak will actively approach the line of fire, but before it actually comes into contact with the flames, it will instantly turn into explosive flames and disappear completely.
.
In this case, any existence that moves against the current and rushes towards the flames is enough to win the attention and respect of others - if they have the organ of "eyes" and the mood of "respect".
Phew—bang!
A steam train traveling in the sea of stars crashed into the flames, and then came out from the other side with tiny flames all around it, disappearing from the "vision" of all the indescribable things on the edge of the gray fog.
In an atmosphere similar to "looking at each other", several "cloaked monsters" tried to approach the location where the train crashed, and then turned into fleeting pillars of fire like the forerunners.
The gray fog soon returned to calm.
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Burning Galaxy Train.
"How? Faster and more comfortable than those weird 'shelter' slices, right?"
"Ms. Irisviel", wearing a silver princess crown, a black evening gown with red edges, white hair and red eyes, raised her hand to extinguish the filaments of flames that slipped in through the gap in the car window, and then walked toward the Asgard-clad
asked Sherlock, who was wearing traditional German clothing - characterized by extreme splendor and sparkle.
"That's true for me," Sherlock replied, holding the tea cup: "Although the facilities on the 'Slice Battleship' are more complete, they always fall out of it and have no time to enjoy it."
"Oh dear, listen, our little Sherlock can do Tai Chi without any trouble." Irisviel walked around to "Batman" who was sitting opposite Sherlock, wearing a black suit and a long trench coat.
Then he started to pull his sleeves.
"[This is normal]," Batman twitched his arm but failed, so he replied in a low and hoarse voice: "[If you want to become the 'Supreme Mage', these are all required courses.]"
"Humph," Irisviel shook his arm vigorously twice: "Then tell him what to do next."
"Want to hear the details." Sherlock answered quickly, making Irisviel smile.
"[I think you may need to capture a 'Holy Grail'.]" Batman organized his words and finally said.
"The prize of the 'Triwizard Tournament'?" Sherlock blinked: "Although it's a bit boastful, I think it should be in my bag."
"[No, it's not a toy prepared by 'Hogwarts'. The prize is essentially asking... the 'Lord of the Ocean Dimension' to take action]" Batman shook his head: "[What you want to seize is the 'Subspace Evil God'
'A collection of forces that penetrate into the 'reality dimension'.]"
"...It seems that Galaxy Train has always been dealing with the 'subspace evil god'," Sherlock spread his hands: "Who is it this time?"
"['The Instrument of Desire', it will listen to people's wishes, then find loopholes in them, and then realize them in a distorted form.]" Batman turned his head and glanced at the lady in the black dress next to him.
"What do I do? Make a vague wish to 'save the world', and then let the Holy Grail work on its own. Ninety-nine percent of the Holy Grail will destroy the humans who caused the world to be in chaos, right? After all, humans are not the same as the world." Alice
Ms. Phil tilted her head.
Sherlock thought about it and decided not to get involved in this topic: "So what should I do?"
"[It's very simple, go to the 'micro-singularity' where the 'Holy Grail' appears, recycle all its overflowing power to force it to appear, and finally deal with its body," Batman looked at the back of Sherlock's left hand: "[Encounter
When you are in danger, remember to call me.】"
"Stop trying to be brave, little Sherlock." Irisviel said with a narrow smile: "My dear, I have been 'warming up' several times before, but you didn't let him 'play', but you made him anxious."
"[I'm not some magic genie who disappears after granting three wishes.]" Batman said firmly.
"But there are only three opportunities to go to the 'real dimension'," Irisviel continued: "Don't overdo it, but you don't have to keep it there all the time."
"...You actually want to go to the real dimension and see it with your own eyes?" Sherlock blinked.
"[...]" Batman stared at him with disapproval.
"Huhuhu" Irisviel covered her mouth with her hands, smiling so hard that her eyes turned into crescent moons, but before Batman turned to look at her, she returned to the topic: "You don't need a chance to make a wish to the Holy Grail, as long as you make sure it doesn't
It only needs to be obtained by some strange person. If someone really needs to make a wish, they can give it to the 'Lord of the Ocean Dimension' for purification before use."
"...Is there anyone? Competitors?" Sherlock frowned slightly: "How many people?"
"Six, thirteen, or even ninety-nine, who knows," Irisviel casually pinched out a trace of flame flowing along the car window: "This 'micro-singularity' is completely isolated from the outside world and has the same nature.
The competition venues you competed in before are similar, so it’s not surprising that anything will appear.”
"Even the 'Universe Demon' or the 'Lord of Dimension'?" Sherlock's expression became serious.
"Oh, that won't happen, unless they don't even want to lose face," Irisviel pointed to the car window: "Look"
Call - brush -
As she spoke, the blazing flames that originally filled the car window disappeared instantly, replaced by the scenery of the ocean floor and an extremely huge mermaid with a pink fish tail and long pink hair that almost blocked the entire view outside the car window - "Ocean Dimension"
Lord White Star".
Her eyes were closed, and she was sitting upright on an undersea mountain that was shaped like a throne. There were seven equally huge colorful spheres floating around her. Sherlock could even vaguely recognize them as Nidaville, Jotunheim, and so on.
Vanaheim and other countries.
And located in the center of them is "Midgard", "Atrium" or "Earth" with extremely familiar outlines of ocean and land, which is being held in the arms of this giant mermaid like a treasure.
And on the surface of this "Earth", in the middle of a long and narrow archipelago, there is a cluster of smoldering dots that look like the wall of fire that the train just passed through.
"I'm ready, when will we set off?" Sherlock asked, staring at the little dot that didn't look pleasing to the eye.
"Soon, don't worry," Ms. Irisviel replied while humming a strange song and stood up to leave: "[Outside the car window, this night is not like the daytime. Don't forget, if you close your eyes, you won't be able to see]"
