Magician in Type-Moon

Page 294

"Damn Crimson of Pain, what are you doing?!"

Francesca felt the source of magic within her being drawn by the orange's magical mark, almost tearing her soul apart.

Chapter 357 The Garden of Sinners (Thirty-Eight)

Matouchi landed heavily on the rooftop, the surrounding wind making his clothes flutter loudly.

The sight before me was chilling—countless skyscrapers, like giant beasts struggling on the edge of life and death, were tightly bound by thick, pale tree roots, as if they were corpses.

These tree roots are intertwined, forming a dense network resembling a vast parasitic web, faintly emanating a putrid stench.

They seemed to be vying for the last bit of life on earth, stretching to the horizon and outlining a bizarre apocalyptic scene.

"It really hurts."

Matou Ike gritted his teeth and whispered, slowly raising one hand to cover his side.

His body throbbed with pain from the blow, his internal organs felt as if they had been ripped open by an invisible blade, causing excruciating pain.

Just now in the consciousness space, he withstood the attack of the tentacle originating from Cthulhu. Although he eventually managed to break free, he obviously paid a heavy price.

"What should we do next...?"

Matou Ike took a deep breath, trying to gather the chaotic magical energy in her body back together, but she still couldn't completely suppress the churning pain.

Standing high above the city, Matou Ike squinted, trying to think of his next move through the dense shadows of the tree roots.

This is the consciousness space extracted from his consciousness records; it is his home turf.

That's enough to do.

The first step is to integrate the physical and spiritual abilities into the consciousness, and then...

A huge crack suddenly appeared in the sky, as if it had been ripped apart by some invisible giant hand.

With a deafening roar of thunder, the world seemed to freeze for a moment—then, the pristine white inorganic space shattered like porcelain, and the crimson color, like blood, rapidly spread outwards, expanding wildly and fiercely downwards.

The color wasn't just a simple red; it was mixed with thick shadows and distorted halos, as if some being from the abyss was peering into this sealed-off city through the cracks.

A scorching, fishy smell filled the air, as if the entire sky had been soaked in blood, while the pale tree roots clinging to the skyscrapers writhed wildly, as if being tormented by pain.

Matouchi stood suspended in mid-air, staring wide-eyed at the crimson, blood-stained sky.

His eyes trembled slightly as he sensed the intense malice and oppressive force surging from the crack.

The next instant, a crimson bolt of lightning suddenly fell from the crack, like a giant blade piercing through the heavens and earth, striking straight at the location of Matou Pond.

He quickly rolled away to avoid it, and the entire rooftop was instantly blasted into dust by the lightning, with debris flying everywhere and dust filling the air.

"Coming so soon?"

Matouike let out a long sigh, and then—

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! ......

A series of explosions rang out from the blood-red sky.

This space of consciousness is the record of Matouchi as the remaining pond, and the ability to "make one's wishes come true" manifests at this moment.

A nuclear warhead weighing millions of tons appeared out of thin air in the high sky, and in an instant, a surge of light and heat swept across the entire atmosphere.

That was the most terrifying destructive force in human history, but now, it was manifested as absolute destruction in this space of consciousness by the ability to make one's wishes come true.

The roar was like thunder, shaking the entire sky.

The atmosphere was evaporated, and flames poured down from the sky like a tidal wave. Crimson beams of light pierced the clouds and scorched the earth wildly.

The air seemed to turn into boiling magma, and the explosion spread out scorching air currents reaching thousands of degrees, engulfing everything in its path.

Even the most solid materials instantly vaporized under the impact of this violent energy, turning into a hazy white mist.

"Huh? You can't even get rid of Him?"

Matouike stood in the center of this apocalyptic scene, completely ignoring the earth-shattering impact.

He stared intently at the enormous figure, seemingly several kilometers long, hidden in the clouds, his expression becoming quite complex.

Even though the nuclear explosion of millions of tons has torn space to shreds, that existence still stands firm.

"boom--!"

The next instant, the enormous creature suddenly swooped down and crashed heavily onto the ground.

The heavens and earth trembled, as if the entire space was on the verge of collapse due to this terrifying weight.

The earth shattered like a mirror, and dust and flames mixed together, forming a huge shockwave that spread in all directions.

Matou Ike stared intently at the scene that resembled the end of the world, a glint of madness flashing in his eyes.

"Spiral! Magnetic field! Distortion!"

The ability to make one's wishes come true, recorded in this space of consciousness.

In an instant, the direction of the magnetic field was completely reversed.

At the two extreme points of the planet, the magnetic fields generated by the twisted magic eyes began to flip and conflict under their infinite amplification.

The enormous figure, which was falling rapidly, came to an abrupt halt due to the sudden force.

The enormous thing was suddenly pulled by an invisible force field, and the violently distorted space was like a strip of cloth in a gale, forcibly squeezing and deforming its body.

He struggled to regain his balance, but was mercilessly bound by the surging magnetic field and gravitational vortex of Matouchi, unable to move an inch.

"That's not enough—again!" Matou Ike's eyes glowed red, and the magical power within him surged like a torrent.

With the extreme enhancement of the Twisted Eye, he adjusted the gravity field in the entire consciousness space to its limit, forcing the enormous god into an even deeper predicament.

A metallic tearing sound echoed through the sky, and the ground began to crumble due to the violent collision of energy.

The air was filled with high-frequency vibrations and cracking sounds, and the enormous body of the beast even began to crack under the influence of an invisible force.

He roared in agony, releasing a massive amount of alien magic from his body in an attempt to fight back against this irresistible pressure.

The next moment, Matouchi slowly collapsed, her gaze falling on the pieces of tree roots that had turned to dust.

He died within this shattered consciousness.

......

Matou Pond has been revived.

It appeared among a swarm of insects.

This is a lake behind Ryudongji Temple, beneath which lies the insect hive he had prepared for the Holy Grail War.

Matou Ike had long been prepared to die in that fantastical city.

Because after he left the ritual site forged by the divinity of Cthulhu, he divided his consciousness into countless pieces and buried them in every corner of his memories.

Once the main consciousness dies, Matou Ike will be able to revive from the corner of her memory and escape her predicament.

After truly confronting Beelzebub, he no longer harbored any illusions.

"You're pretty fast, you really don't give me any chance..."

Just then, a phantom figure stepped out of the spatial portal in front of Matou Ike.

Chapter 358 The Garden of Sinners (Thirty-Nine)

Matou Ike narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the illusory figure that slowly appeared in front of him.

The dim light in the insect nest at the bottom of the lake couldn't fully illuminate the figure, but he could still sense that familiar yet unpleasant aura.

"Do you think you can escape my pursuit by hiding in your own memories?"

The illusory figure sneered, its tone filled with undisguised mockery.

Matou Ike's expression changed slightly. Although he had expected His arrival, he did not expect it to be so fast.

"Heh... It seems I underestimated the stubbornness of you 'gods'." Matou Ike said in a low voice, his tone still calm, even revealing a hint of indifferent indifference.

"However, your idea is quite unexpected. That record must be your trump card, right?" He smiled gently, as if expressing some kind of approval to Matou Ike in front of him. "You actually used it from the very beginning. I don't know whether to call you smart or stupid."

"Of course, a killing move needs to be used quickly to be effective, but I didn't expect you to be able to withstand even that kind of thing." Matou Ike stared intently at the figure that was gradually turning from ethereal to solid, and said slowly.

The surrounding air felt heavy with oppression, as if it might burst open at any moment.

“Nuclear weapons?” He spoke slowly. “Indeed, they are the pinnacle of human weaponry… and extremely lethal to carbon-based life forms. If it were real flesh and blood, even I would find it difficult to consume them without getting injured.”

ha?

Matouchi almost laughed; theoretically, thousands of nuclear warheads, each with a yield of millions of tons, would be enough to flatten the earth's surface.

Is this the god?

No, even ordinary gods couldn't do anything about it...

Eat it?

Does that mean it was eaten?

Something's not right...

“That shouldn’t be the case. The nuclear bomb I created in the consciousness space should also be considered part of the consciousness body, but you’re bringing up the physical body now, so…” Matou Ike said in a low voice, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"So you still got hurt, didn't you?"

Matou Ike ignored the deity's words and continued:

"But you seem to be in pretty good shape right now, so... you still haven't separated your consciousness to find me, have you?"

Beelzebub simply stared at Matou Pond silently, without saying another word.

He is about to truly descend upon this land of memories, as can be seen from the degree to which His figure has become blurred.

However, this attitude only made Matou Ike more certain that the strategy He adopted was the same as the strategy He had used in the ritual site in Cthulhu.

His consciousness was not divided.

Perhaps they were afraid that Matou Ike would find an opportunity to defeat them one by one.

But that's too conservative.

Perhaps He was never able to separate consciousness...