Magician in Type-Moon

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Seeing the majestic sight of rolling boulders or the waterfall cascading down from the sky is like witnessing a divine manifestation that stirs the heart.

The branches and leaves stretched out against the gloomy sky, as if containing shadows and darkness.

The tree roots that crawl along the ground look like black snakes.

Not just big trees

The surrounding shimenawa (sacred rope) and the hanging gohei (honeymoon) are also black. Normally, gohei should be white to represent welcoming the gods in a clean environment.

The woman sitting at the front was also dressed in black clothes that looked like wet, raven feathers.

She is Ye Jie Zhu Yin.

Zhu Yin's gaze fell on the divine fence.

There was a dark table with a mask on it.

Two days ago, Xuexin's skin, along with her divine body, was peeled off and attached to the mask.

The mask was also black. It wasn't like that from the beginning; it turned black soon after the skin was applied to the divine body.

Then, next to the mask.

It is a pitch-black cube.

This is a box used to imprison Bai Ruolong.

This gift was personally given to the Nightfall family by Kiz, Bai Ruolong's teacher and the true god-level magician of the Wandering Sea.

When the black face and the black box are placed side by side, they produce a wonderful sense of vibration and resonance that spreads outwards.

The towering black trees in front of us seemed to be trembling.

"Xuexin".

Zhu Yin murmured.

"I'm here."

Came the response.

The man knelt on the outside of the injection rope.

He was the only one wearing a white suit. Everything else was black, except for his suit, the cast on his right arm, and the bandages on his shoulder, which were as white as flowers. The suit was well-made, without any unnecessary wrinkles, and looked like mourning clothes for someone going to their death.

There was a scar on the center of his forehead from a previous cut.

This person was none other than Ye Jiexuexin.

Zhu Yin simply called out, without turning around to look at her son, and spoke with her back to him.

"Something just touched the forest."

"Yes."

"How should we respond?"

"I have already ordered Zhen to lead his troops to meet the enemy. What are your instructions, Master?"

Xuexin lowered her head deeply.

"Then, you can handle it as you see fit. Whatever their motives, no one can interfere with today's ceremony... If you really can't stop them, then use that."

"As ordered."

Xuexin lowered her head and accepted the offer briefly.

got windy.

The shimenawa (sacred rope) and the gohei (imperial coin) swayed in the wind, and the trees of the sacred fence rustled.

......

Matou Ike has already put on a mask similar to that of the Yoruichi family, and at some point he has quietly infiltrated the magician group to which Yoruichi belongs.

At the same time, he used the portion of Night Calamity's divine body that he had devoured to perform mystical arts similar to those of the Night Calamity magicians.

At this moment, a man in a pure white suit stood in front of him.

The snow fell in the night.

"Please go back."

Ye Jiexue spoke in a calm tone.

In this context, such tranquility is truly terrifying.

His right arm was still wrapped in bandages and in a cast, and he held a white wooden scabbard in his left hand.

Xue Xin slightly twisted the scar between his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes.

"Although I don't know where you magicians come from, today is the day of the Night Calamity's rebirth. No one can pass through here."

Facing him were more than a dozen men in uniform, armed with non-modern weapons such as swords, bows, shields, guns, chains, sickles, and clubs.

And behind them.

A prison cart covered in curse marks was being pushed slowly forward by several people.

Inside the prison cart, a figure was bound by layers of unknown chains. The chains emitted a faint metallic luster, which, along with the intricate incantations, seemed to be more than just a physical object.

Matou Ike stood at the end of the Night Robbery Clan's procession, silently watching the prison cart. His gaze pierced through the gaps in the cart, landing on the person inside.

Despite the distance, he could clearly identify the source of the chain.

He had seen that chain before.

It was the chains used by the immortal Wuzhiqi in the mountain court, or rather, the chains used to bind her.

"Interesting... So what is this guy who was brought in bound and tied up? And these magicians, their style is quite similar to the guys we killed before, the Imperial Magic Guild?"

Matouchi murmured to himself in a barely audible voice.

At the same time, a person stepped out from the line of magicians holding various weapons in front of the prison cart.

“We have no intention of being enemies with Nightfall,” he said calmly, as if reading from a prepared script, “we just want to exchange something.”

"what?"

Ye Jiexue frowned slightly as he glanced at the other person.

“According to our intelligence,” the man continued, completely ignoring the other’s increasingly somber aura, “the Night Calamity family’s divine body fell not long ago. But today you are holding a grand ceremony, which clearly means that you have found a replacement.”

The man's tone did not change in the slightest despite the other party's silence. He answered every possible question mechanically, as if the team behind him had rehearsed the conversation in detail.

However, Yoruichi Yukinobu, who was standing in Matou Ike's line of sight, was clearly not so calm.

The wrinkles between his brows deepened, intertwining with his scars, making him appear even more ferocious.

"What does Ye Jie's family affairs have to do with you all?" Xue Xin's voice was even colder than before.

The man showed no fear, simply shaking his head slightly, and continued:

“Indeed, there is no direct connection. But as far as we know, the substitute you found is something we desperately need. Therefore, we hope that the Night Raiders will hand it over to us.”

Xuexin's finger seemed to twitch slightly.

The air seemed to grow heavier because of those words, and the members of the Night Raiders' team gripped their weapons tightly, their eyes blazing with fury.

"To this end, we will provide an equivalent source of material in exchange."

Faced with the oppressive atmosphere, the man said this.

"I'm sorry, but in the Nightfall Clan, only the patriarch can make the decision."

Xuexin's voice remained calm, but the moment he finished speaking, a faint cracking sound came from his right arm, which was wrapped in a cast.

click-

The plaster peeled off piece by piece, like the wings of a cicada waiting to emerge from its cocoon, and the old scars on the exposed arm had long since disappeared.

The knife held in his left hand was slowly pulled out at that moment.

It was a knife without a handguard; the hilt and scabbard were made of white wood with clear grain, and the blade gleamed with a sharp, cold light. Simple to the point of being primitive, it exuded an unsettling sense of purity.

On this mountain shrouded in black, Xuexin's sword and his figure emitted a blinding white light. But it wasn't a comforting, crisp white; rather, it was a pale, sickly white.

Matou Ike's gaze sharpened slightly, as if he had sensed some peculiar connection. He raised an eyebrow, a name flashing through his mind—

The White Rabbit of Inaba.

That is the mysterious connection between the Great Noble God to which the Night Calamity Family's divine body belongs, serving both as an aid and a complement.

Xue Xin gently raised his sword, and a wisp of wind swept across the blade, bringing with it an invisible sense of oppression.

He didn't speak, but it was as if his rejection had been deeply ingrained in the air.

"It seems the negotiations have broken down."

The man on the other side did not show any obvious disappointment. He stepped back to the front of the line, standing shoulder to shoulder with his companion, and drew the weapon hanging from his waist.

It was a strangely shaped sword-type treasure, its blade twisting like ripples and refracting complex light under the sun.

In an instant, the scene descended into chaos.

However, the battle that Matou Ike was witnessing was more like a one-sided siege.

On this pure black earth, the glint of blades and the shadows of swords crisscrossed, and the brilliance of spells and the remaining sparks intertwined in the air, like a dazzling firework suddenly bursting into bloom under the night sky.

Unfortunately, this dazzling display did not bring any chance of victory.

The difference in combat strength was too great. Matou Ike observed coldly, easily discerning the course of the situation.

Night Raid's team was far inferior to their opponents in both numbers and equipment, making defeat almost inevitable.

Although the enemy consists of magicians, their weapons are all Noble Phantasms. Even though they are fakes, they still possess a mystery that modern magicians cannot match.

At the very center of the battlefield, Ye Jie Xuexin was facing off against a magician wielding a long spear.

The man wielding the Vanguard Spear flicked his wrist, causing the spear to flash with runes emanating from it, before suddenly thrusting it towards Ye Jiexuexin.

However, Xue Xin remained unmoved. With a light flick of his white blade, the lightning vanished the instant it touched the blade.

The constantly swung blade sliced ​​everything in half, reducing it to nothingness.

With a quick glance, Matouchi knew that it was an ancient sword with a history of over five hundred years.

It has the same function as the Nine-Character Pendant of Ryougi Shiki.