Magician in Type-Moon

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Araya Sōren had forgotten some of it.

All I can remember is a scorched field.

Corpses can be seen everywhere.

What covered the riverbanks wasn't sand or gravel, but fragments of bones. The stench of decay carried by the wind seemed endless, even after three thousand years.

This is an era of war.

In an era without weapons, people lived in a world without a tomorrow, killing each other with their bare hands.

Struggle exists wherever you go, and people's corpses are tragically abandoned without exception.

It was common for people from weak villages to be massacred by powerful people.

It doesn't matter who killed whom; there is no good or evil on the battlefield.

Some people just die, and then there are no more.

Upon hearing of the fighting, they headed towards the area.

Upon hearing of the rebellion, he went to the village.

Sometimes you catch up, and sometimes you're a step too late.

But no matter what, the outcome is the same. The mountain of corpses is the prepared end.

Humans are things that cannot resist death.

There was a woman who died while crying, praying that her child would live just one more day.

There were also children who died while crying.

Death struck without reason.

A life spent constantly doing good deeds becomes meaningless in the face of death.

There was nothing anyone could do; attempting to resist would only lead to an even more miserable death.

Even so, he still traveled all over the country to save lives.

What came into view was only an endless, scorched black field.

They cannot be saved; humanity has not been redeemed.

No matter the religion, people cannot be saved...

The reason is—

That sin, because of this sin, will destroy everyone.

Because of this sin, I was abandoned...

But I'm really not willing to accept this...

Unrest is imminent, but there is nothing one can do about it.

"The succession of primates..."

Araya Sōren spoke slowly.

"What did you say? Say it again."

Orange was startled by the words her old classmate uttered.

"The time has come for a primate transition in this world, Aozaki."

"That's just a guess, utter nonsense!"

Orange felt that the man in front of her had gone mad.

"That's the truth. Your information has always been better than mine. You must have heard about the Lostbelts and the White Storm from that magician named Matou, right? That was an omen, an omen that humanity has abandoned us."

Orange frowned upon hearing this.

"So what? You want to create new primates? Are you kidding me? Your ritual is just... no..."

Halfway through her sentence, Orange suddenly realized something.

"Heh, you see, the selection of a new primate is not something we can decide. Only those so-called gods want to get involved in such matters, since they can only continue to exist by being the first to succeed in the primate succession."

Araya Souren watched the black berserker charging towards him, merely using his tentacles to restrict its movements, and continued speaking during the brief intervals:

"That's right. Throughout history, whether it's a change of monarchy or a change of divine right, it's bound to bring about a bloody war. So how much more so when it comes to a change of primates? Those guys from the Mage's Association and the Holy Church are already prepared to drag the whole world into war!"

"Hahahahahahahahahaha!! -- So that's how it is, you're really crazy!"

Orange paused for a moment, then suddenly burst out laughing.

To be honest, this was the funniest thing that had happened to her in a long time.

This is not belittling or mocking, but rather a heartfelt expression of compassion.

"Do you want to bear the sins of all humanity alone, Araya?"

"As long as I live in hell alone, as long as that ritual can be completed, humanity's record will reach 'eternity,' reach 'nothingness,' reach that so-called 'realm of emptiness.'"

Araya Sōren became increasingly agitated, and the tentacles that grew from his body almost completely engulfed him.

"Only this way, only this way! Can we avoid the apocalypse ten years from now!! So are you still going to stop me, Aozaki?!"

"This is truly pathetic, Araya. But I can understand why a pessimist like you would choose to do this."

Unlike Araya Souren, who was gradually descending into madness, Aozaki Touko simply watched calmly as the Heroic Spirit she commanded was suppressed by the ever-growing tentacles.

"But you are far too arrogant, Araya. Whether it's war, apocalypse, or even a war of primate succession, those called humans, even if they are trapped in hell, will find a way to carve a passage from hell to heaven!"

Aozaki Touko continued:

"Arrogant as you are, have you ever really looked into what kind of creatures humans are? So, Araya, you don't hate humans, you just love the ideal image of humanity in your heart. That's why you can't forgive the ugly survival behavior, and you can't forgive the sins brought about by war."

Seeing that Araya Souren had fallen silent, Aozaki Touko pressed her advantage:

"Hmph, don't make me laugh. You actually thought from the beginning that humanity would fail in that so-called primate succession, and then wanted to preserve human records. Do you think you're a savior? Or do you think you're the reversed Lord?"

"You don't secretly think about how great you are, do you? Taking on humanity's sins, you really think you're so great! Araya, oh no, Mr. Hanged Man?"

Faced with Aozaki Touko's constant mockery, Araya Sōren simply sighed.

"I still can't get along with you peacefully..."

"I should be the one saying that. No matter where I hide, I always run into troublesome guys like you. I must have had the worst luck ever! I've had enough."

Despite uttering rather hurtful words, Aozaki Touko continued to laugh uncontrollably.

I have no idea how she's feeling.

"Command Spell, declare! Berserker, with your Noble Phantasm, give this delusional idiot a good beating!!!"

Chapter 342 The Garden of Sinners (Part 23)

Ryudong Temple.

The location where the Greater Grail is placed underground.

Angra Mainyu was freely flowing through the spiritual vein, a replica of the one made of black mud, extending from the base of the Great Grail.

Seeing Watari walking towards him, the "Arbitrator," he immediately stood up straight and asked somewhat strangely:

“Those magicians seem to have come to the conclusion of primate succession...but didn’t you say?”

"Actually, it can also be considered a succession among primates..."

Upon hearing this, Angra Mainyu nearly choked on his own black mud. After coughing twice, he continued to ask:

"Isn't the succession of primates only possible with the emergence of other primates?"

"What if the primates who come to perform the replacement are also human?"

......

"He is indeed quite pathetic."

After casually uttering this comment, Xuanwu Gaoyue slowly turned and left the window.

However, when he reached the center of the room, he suddenly stopped.

He raised his half-lowered head slightly, slowly turned his head, and his eyes gleamed with an elusive light in the dim light.

"You should know what awakening the 'Origin' means, yet you still want to go?"

Matouchi paused for a moment, his gaze fixed on a point in the air.

It wasn't because of Xuanwu Gaoyue's words that they were swayed.

Rather, it was Medea who was resisting him.

When a person is awakened to their origin, the origin is the consciousness that has gone through past lives and so on until the very beginning of their cause.

This person will not be able to withstand it; their brain will be dominated by the origin.

Xuanwu Gaoyue truly understands people's hearts.

He had long realized that Matou Ike was not someone who could be swayed by his words.

Therefore, from the very beginning, his words were not intended to influence Matouike.

Instead, it is a Heroic Spirit that is one with Matouike.

The Matou Pond, dominated by the Origin, is unacceptable to Medea.

Therefore, she would resist.

However, the decision-making power always rested with Matou Ike.

so......

......

"Found it! It's right here!"

Ryougi Shiki's eyes suddenly flashed with a sharp light, as if the starlight twinkling in the night sky had been magnified infinitely.

The color of garland—that deep blue like an endless vortex—rippled outwards in her pupils, spreading like waves and swallowing up all the surrounding light.

She stared at the invisible death line that was faintly visible in the void ahead, and for a moment, the world around her seemed to freeze.