Magician in Type-Moon

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The words just fell.

Then, magic overflowed.

The previously restless magic now seemed like solidified wind, heavily striking the bodies of Aozaki Touko and the undead legion led by Darius.

As if Araya Sōren herself were a giant tornado, a storm of filthy magical energy, dyed red and black, swept around.

"Ugh—!" Orange, who had just been hit by a sudden hunger, was bathed in this gust of wind. Her magic circuits emitted a piercing scream, and her body was hit as if she had been struck hard, causing her to kneel heavily on the ground.

She forced her head up, looking at Araya Sōren, who seemed to have become the embodiment of calamity, her tone tinged with mockery:

"I don't know what's gotten into you, but it seems—are you serious this time, Araya?"

However, the other party only stared at her coldly, his eyes, which were stained red with madness, were like those of a beast from the abyss, no longer possessing the spirit of a human.

“Seriously?” Araya Sōren’s voice came from the gale, like a whisper bursting from the depths of hell. “It’s just a beast’s last stand.”

"Is that so...? It seems the operation over there was quite successful... But that thing... never mind..."

Aozaki Touko murmured softly, gazing at the nearly distorted world in the distance.

......

Ryougi Shiki was breathing heavily, cold sweat beading on her forehead.

She clutched her abdomen tightly with one hand, while the other gripped the Nine-Character Sword, its blade trembling and barely able to stay steady.

"Damn it!! What on earth is going on?!" she growled, her voice filled with uncontrollable anger and pain.

Just now, the instant Matou Ike touched Kiryu Misaya, the originally stable space began to crack as if struck by an invisible force.

The surrounding scenery distorted and shattered in my vision, as if the entire ward was turning into countless shards of broken glass, slowly peeling away.

Worse still, a strange, unprecedented hunger surged through her body like a tidal wave.

It felt as if something was constantly devouring and emptying her body, making her almost unable to stand.

—The “strange hunger” that Matouchi had repeatedly mentioned was now quietly spreading within her body.

It slithered through her body like a venomous snake, gnawing at her will, as if trying to drag her into the depths of darkness.

Ryougi Shiki bit her lower lip hard, the scene before her eyes flickering, as if she were about to fall into endless nothingness at any moment.

"It's a divine intervention... I never thought I'd see something like this in this era..."

A deep voice suddenly came from beside Ryougi Shiki, as if it were seeping out from the air.

Ryougi Shiki turned her head sharply and found that "Matouchi" had somehow recovered from her stiff posture.

"Divine descent? What does that mean?" Ryougi Shiki frowned slightly, her fingers slowly tapping the back of the long sword she held, pondering the meaning behind the other party's words.

But in that brief moment of thought, her keen intuition seemed to have touched upon something unusual.

"Wait a minute..." Ryougi Shiki felt a chill and realized that something was wrong.

The next instant, she no longer hesitated, gripped the knife in her hand, and swiftly approached "Matouchi" like a ghost, the blade as precise as lightning against the other's throat.

Her movements were so fast that no one could react in time; the cold blade almost embedded itself in the other person's skin, while her deep blue eyes were fixed on his face.

"You are not Matou Ike." Her voice was low and cold, like a heavy hammer striking the air. "Who exactly are you?"

"You are not Matou Ike." Ryougi Shiki's voice was low and cold, the blade still pressed against the other's throat. "Who exactly are you?"

"Such a keen intuition; Matou's consciousness is indeed no longer in this body."

The man answered with a wry smile, a hint of cunning flashing in his eyes.

He lowered his arm, seemingly unconcerned about the threat posed by the blade. After a brief silence, he adopted a helpless expression, as if considering how to explain, and then spoke:

"You can call me Caster, a Heroic Spirit summoned by Matou Ike..."

"A Heroic Spirit?" Ryougi Shiki paused slightly, her gaze still fixed on his face. "Are you controlling Matou Ike's body? Where is he?"

When faced with Ryougi Shiki's question, Medea explained Matouchi's choice to her.

After listening to Madia's explanation of the whole situation.

Ryougi Shiki nodded, then stepped back from Medea's side and sheathed her sword.

"I see. So, will he be able to come back?"

"Who knows? It's incredibly difficult. I've never seen anyone who could break through the barriers imposed by countless past lives with just their own willpower."

Medea sighed softly, watching Ryougi Shiki's retreating figure, her voice low and clear.

Ryougi Shiki remained silent for a moment, then lowered her head slightly, seemingly pondering Medea's words.

"Forget it, there's no need to think about it for him anymore. If he can come back, then let him come back. If he can't, then let's kill this thing in front of him for him."

"You make it sound so easy. This is a god. Even after I have been reincarnated several times, I am not confident that I can kill a god who can truly descend into reality."

Medea gave a wry smile upon hearing Ryougi Shiki say such a thing.

Only those who have lived in the age of gods can truly understand what kind of being a god is.

Even the magic tricks performed by magicians in the Age of Gods mostly came from the hands of the gods.

But it's come to this...

Let's give it a try then, after all, this god wants the place he finally found...

Thinking this, Medea looked at the countless faults that appeared before her, like cutting vegetables, numbering in the dozens, hundreds, and thousands, with waves undulating and meandering away.

She grabbed Ryougi Shiki, who was trying to rush forward.

"What are you doing? You should have seen it too, that guy is standing right there! Are you scared?"

"Don't rush. That's a god. If you want to rebel against a god, you need to have enough qualifications. Your eyes alone are not enough."

Medea certainly saw it. Although it was invisible to the naked eye, she could see it whether she used her magical vision or summoned Matou Ike's Mystic Eyes.

The twilight glow and the red aurora overlap to create a complex and colorful spectacle.

That is a god, without a doubt.

"Then what are you going to do?"

Ryougi Shiki calmed down, but still asked Medea behind her somewhat rudely.

"Let's strengthen it first. Your body is really special. If we strengthen it according to its characteristics, it should be able to be raised to a level comparable to a Heroic Spirit."

Medea paid no attention to Ryougi Shiki's emotions, and simply said:

"Plus your demonic eyes, there might actually be a chance to kill a god here."

Chapter 346 The Garden of Sinners (Twenty-Seven)

In the pitch-black void, Matouchi's consciousness seemed to drift in an endless abyss, without direction or end.

He kept muttering, "I am Ike... yes, I am Matou Ike."

The sound echoed in the silent darkness, as if swallowed by one's own thoughts. However, in the next instant, the sound shattered in one's mind.

No, that's not right!

A sharp pain tore through his consciousness like lightning, and his thoughts shattered as if struck by a heavy hammer.

"who I am......?"

"I am Yu Chi... right?"

"...No, that's not right either."

Matouchi felt as if an invisible hand was crushing and reshaping his consciousness.

Fragments of memory, like a shattered mirror, reflected fragmented images, while unfamiliar voices whispered in his ear. Whenever he tried to grasp a clear clue, those fragments vanished like smoke in an instant.

Where is this place?

Everything was pitch black before him, and he was the only one floating alone in the void.

Thick blue mist surged around him, like a tide that had accumulated countless pains and obsessions, enveloping him within it.

"What am I doing...?"

Consciousness seemed to sink into a quagmire, growing heavier and heavier.

......

"This body is now a corpse, but the sins of the world will never disappear."

Araya Sōren, who calls himself a dead man, speaks in a deep and hollow voice, as if it comes from a distant abyss.

In that instant, the air seemed to freeze, and only his solitary figure remained, trudging alone through the desolate shrine.

"In that case, I shall entrust this body and soul to the chair of oblivion that lingers in the underworld."

With each step he took, black ripples spread out beneath his feet, as if the ground itself was trembling.

A move made without any ulterior motive.

However, Aozaki Touko, who was confronting him, understood that it was a heavy step that carried everything she had.

"Let me offer my blessings, gratitude, and sacrifice to this broken world!"

"Offer myself! Offer myself as a sacrifice to all humanity pardoned in this decaying world!"

Just as Araya Sōren uttered his selfish and willful blessing, the space around him began to distort.

Just as he was rapidly approaching the ground—

He unleashed a powerful magic spell preserved by the evil god who once ruled the city of Luoyan.

"──────The 'Grand' of the City of Snail Annihilation will forever remain here, cleansing the world with filth and creating the reality of 'Illusion' through distortion!"

As Araya Sōren chanted the incantation loudly, the entire space seemed to be branded with a curse, becoming abnormally distorted.

The already shattered shrine, driven by his magic, was pulled into some void, spiraling abyss as if by an invisible giant hand.

The next moment——

"boom--!!"

The distorted space resembled a torn rift, from which jets of dark and violent magical energy erupted, falling freely to the earth like a meteor shower.

These clumps were not shaped by any magic, but instead crashed down with the most primal and violent magical impact, targeting the Undead Legion and Aozaki Touko behind them.