Magician in Type-Moon

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Darius and Orange were overwhelmed by a powerful attack, an impact unleashed by Araya Sōren using all of his magic power.

All for the purpose of delivering a fatal blow to the orange.

Seeing the continuous streams of light before him, Araya felt that he had achieved final victory.

—At the same time, there is also a painful feeling.

--However.

"■■■■■■■■■!!"

The jet-black heroic spirit and the orange...

That is?

Behind the orange appeared countless magical markings.

That happened in an instant.

Faced with the overwhelming mass of magic, Orange simply snapped her fingers lightly with her right hand.

At the same time, a voice came from behind Orange, and countless words began to appear behind her.

These words, like a work of art, blossomed into golden flowers that reached for the sky.

That is not limited to hundreds of different forms of magic in Western Europe.

It should have been etched onto the magician's skin.

This is something that Aozaki Touko shouldn't have had.

This should have been known only to the owners of their respective sects.

—A magical imprint that shines brightly under the flowing light.

These imprints became the orange's guardian beasts, imprinted on the space behind the orange.

Magic is a skill that every magician must learn.

Or rather, it's a skill that every magic family must possess.

"strengthen!"

Hundreds of magic markings that emerged from behind the orange simultaneously activated the same magic spell.

"Ah, that's how it is. Whoever shows their ace first loses. Do I have to teach you something like that?"

Orange's expression remained indifferent.

"Uh oh oh oh!!!"

The colossal war elephants of the Undead Legion roared deafeningly.

From the pitch-black heroic spirit, an unparalleled power erupted like a torrent, instantly distorting the surrounding air like deep-sea waves swept up by a storm.

It's like a giant blender scooping up the world and the ground at bullet speed.

He looks like someone fighting against all the evil in the world.

It looks like someone fighting against a falling morning star.

The completely blocked light is like seawater split in two.

Just as life has its end, so too does a life-or-death strike.

It was less a heavy axe blow and more a disaster.

Moreover, it was an earthquake and tsunami tinged with malice.

This move, which transforms immense magical power into destructive force, shook the earth.

"...It's unbelievable."

No wonder Araya Sōrenkai muttered like that.

Orange could understand his feelings.

Generally speaking, magic crests are unique family heirlooms passed down through each family.

Because it is also written, it is often regarded as a magic book.

However, the two are actually quite different.

Magic has no form.

It has no physical form, and its reappearance is uncertain.

To bring it to a clear form requires a great deal of time and effort—it is almost the culmination of a family's grand ambitions and hopes, and a testament to the successors of each school. This is the Magic Imprint.

Moreover, a single engraving is ineffective. It represents the very beginning of a family.

If a magician does not internalize the mark and is prepared to one day become a part of it, then it loses its meaning.

This is the biggest difference between a magic crest and a grimoire. Copying a magic crest is meaningless, and it cannot be given to others.

Therefore, even if the magic mark that appears on Orange's back is copied from someone else, it should be invalid.

Two enormous energies collided, creating a raging storm in space.

This shock is even threatening to disrupt the spell of expanding space; twilight is being violently torn apart.

"Crush me, Aozaki!!"

"—You're the one who's going to be smashed!"

The intense clash of dazzling lights became the ignition point "Ground Zero," whipping up a powerful gale.

It was like a highly compressed tornado, affecting everything around it and causing continuous destruction.

Not to mention rubble and gravel, it didn't even leave a speck of dust in its wake.

Chapter 347 The Garden of Sinners (Twenty-Eight)

His figure was slender, yet he exuded an eerie and ominous aura.

His eyes were deep and unfathomable, faintly gleaming with a chilling light.

His face wore a twisted smile, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, revealing a set of sharp fangs.

His skin was as white as ivory, yet one could see pale blue veins wriggling beneath it like worms.

His hands were slender and long, with dark red nails at the tips of his fingers, as if they could easily tear anything apart.

He chewed gently, the smile on his lips appearing both insane and eerie.

What is appearing now is both beautiful and filthy.

It possesses both the decadence of humankind and the pure, contradictory existence of natural objects.

Like vines and roots entwined around a statue of a god, it's as if they're asserting that distinguishing oneself as male or female, human or nature, god or demon is meaningless.

"That's really an exaggeration."

Ryougi Shiki let out a soft breath, even though her eyes were now tinged with a deep blue, and the veins on her forehead were throbbing.

Looking at the deity who had already descended before her, she finally understood why the heroic spirit who possessed Matou Ike's body had that bitter smile on its face after hearing that she was going to kill a god.

"...It is indeed exaggerated, but it doesn't seem as strong as I imagined."

Medea floated into the sky, looking at the King of Hell who had not made any move before her with a hint of apprehension.

It was as if the two of them were nothing but dust before Him.

It was spectacularly ignored.

Even if these dusts are plotting how to drag Him down from that high throne of God.

"Isn't this strong enough? My head is about to melt away."

Ryougi Shiki gritted her teeth, but a dangerous smile crept onto her lips.

"Even now, I still can't see a single dead line."

"Yeah, I thought we'd get killed on sight... but if it's only this bad, then we still have a fighting chance."

Medea said calmly.

"An opportunity?" Ryougi Shiki raised an eyebrow slightly, the Nine-Character Kanetada in her hand trembling slightly.

“That’s right. As a conceptual being, it’s normal that your eyes can’t see His death line clearly. Perhaps only the god of death, Barol, can see His death line.”

Medea looked nonchalantly at the faint magical glow in the distance.

"But can you see the death lines on the spiritual nodes formed by the flow of magic on His body? If we keep eliminating those that are the foundation of His descent into the world, perhaps we can let Him return to where He belongs."

Medea, who emerged from Valhalla, combined with her rich experience accumulated in the Holy Grail War and the assistance of Matouchi in deconstructing the Mystic Eyes, has thoroughly understood the manner in which the god "Beelzebub" descends.

His methods are quite similar to Medea's own state; in fact, it could be said that he employed a similar multifaceted technique: by continuously summoning the Throne of Heroes through a single Spirit Origin, he achieved Spirit Origin Ascension.

However, unlike traditional Heroic Spirit Links, He adopted a more special method of "spirit descent"—projecting Hisself directly from outside the world into the present world.

However, there are exceptions among them who are summoned in their living form to travel to various eras.

Like the legendary Artoria, Beelzebub is one of the exceptions who are not bound by the Throne of Heroes and are summoned in a "living" state in different eras.

But this is not a simple matter.

Even though Beelzebub has successfully broken through to the surface of the planet and made contact with the outside world, his current "side" of spiritual origin is still insufficient to gather enough magic to break through the barrier of reality.

Moreover, even though He is a high-ranking being, as a Heroic Spirit He still needs His Master to provide magical energy to maintain His manifestation.

If Matou Ike were present at this moment, he would have noticed this instantly—

The once terrifying and majestic Forest of the Sea of ​​Horde has not only been stripped of the principles of the Blood Ring, but has also become the magical "fuel" for Beelzebub's descent, being completely exploited to maintain the existence of the god.

so.....

These minor details are no longer important.

Importantly, Medea has found a way to break through her current predicament.

If we can sever the magical supply channels between those "fuels" and the machine, we will have a chance to weaken the power of the god before us.

Although Medea's explanation was complex and difficult to understand, Ryougi Shiki had already grasped the core idea.

But to achieve this...