Magician in Type-Moon

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No sooner had he finished speaking than Matou Ike felt a tremendous force shove him from behind.

Immediately afterwards, his body slammed into the black wall in front of him.

The scene before my eyes instantly blurred, and all light and sound were completely absorbed.

The interior of the wall is a larger and more spacious space.

The overwhelming smell of blood was so strong that it almost made one lose their composure.

The surrounding walls were covered with writhing black shadows, as if living things were moving back and forth inside the walls.

Matou Ike quickly regained his balance, but Kokutou Mikiya was not so lucky.

He was thrown in; his body tumbled uncontrollably in mid-air before crashing heavily to the ground.

With a muffled thud, he groaned in pain, then struggled to stand up.

As Kokutou Mikiya propped himself up with his hands, before he could even stand up straight, his gaze inadvertently swept across the ground, and the sight before him instantly froze him in place.

"This...this is impossible..." he muttered to himself, his voice trembling with fear.

The ground was covered with countless fragments of human bones.

The bones were piled up in an interlocking manner, some still bearing dried bloodstains, as if they had been forcibly torn apart.

The bone's cross-section was jagged, clearly indicating it had been roughly torn or smashed, and the marrow had long since been devoured.

Among those skeletons, some still had some torn clothing, and it was even possible to identify that some of them were originally the remains of children or the elderly.

One of the skull fragments still had half a piece of scalp and a few strands of black hair attached, as if telling the story of the tragic state of his life.

Kurogiri Mikiya felt his stomach churning. He wanted to stand up and escape, but his legs felt like lead and he couldn't move at all.

Matou Ike was already used to this; his eyes were cold and calm, as if these bones and fragments were nothing more than street trash.

His steps were steady, like a leisurely tourist strolling through the barrier, completely unaffected by the bloody scene around him.

It was no different from the previous "feast," except that it was larger in scale and more secretive.

In just half a month, they still haven't been able to produce anything significant? Matou Ike wondered inexplicably, even feeling somewhat disappointed.

"Hey, another new supply has arrived." A deep, sarcastic voice came from not far away, accompanied by the sounds of chewing behind him.

"Yes, there aren't many people who can resist the blood of origin. It's really lucky that two of them have appeared this time."

The voice came from behind Matouchi; it came from the burly man who had just forcefully pushed him in.

"Hey kid, can you tell me how you resisted the Blood of Origin? When I saw it, I was rooted to the spot."

The burly man walked up to Matou Ike, hooked his arm around his shoulder, and asked him with a grin, just like a friendly older brother next door.

However, the greed in his eyes betrayed his true thoughts.

"Perhaps your human side is low enough?" Matou Ike smiled back at the burly man beside him, as if stating a fact.

"You sharp-tongued brat, you don't even realize you're about to die." The woman who came in next spoke with a sarcastic tone when she heard Matou Ike's reply.

Matou Ike didn't seem to care at all; he simply smiled faintly and said:

"So, may I ask, how will I die?"

A voice echoed again from the darkness not far away:

"Alright, stop dawdling with him and quickly cut out his heart to offer to the Holy God."

"As for the other parts, I only want that part. You two can share the rest with the others. Of course, you can choose first."

As soon as she finished speaking, the woman eagerly walked towards Kurogiri Kanya, who had fallen to the ground.

At the same time, the burly man next to Matou Ike suddenly tightened his arms and grabbed Matou Ike's neck.

He brought his face close to Matou Ike's ear and whispered a threat:

"Kid, you know what? I hate people like you who keep acting cool until the very end. I'll savor your brain fluid slowly."

As soon as he finished speaking, the burly man suddenly increased the force in his hand, trying to crush Matou Ike's neck.

As time ticked by, the burly man's expression gradually shifted from arrogance to astonishment, because he discovered that his strength, which could normally break steel bones, had no effect on Matou Ike's neck.

That seemingly fragile neck remained completely still under his grip, which was strong enough to break steel bones.

The burly man instantly realized what was happening, and terror flashed in his eyes. He tried to escape, but it was too late.

"Do you know what I hate most? It's someone like you. You're filthy, don't you know that?"

The next moment, Kirichi's skin began to wrinkle in an incredible way, and the flesh beneath the skin seemed to be pushed by an invisible force, surging violently.

The moment the burly man released his grip, Matou Ike's skin cracked.

With a twisting sound, Matouchi's skin began to crack, revealing an interior that was no longer flesh and blood, but a black mud even more filthy than the filth of the place.

The black mud swiftly attacked the person in front of it.

The roles of prey and hunter are instantly reversed.

"You like to eat, right? Then try my flavor." Angela Manuel's voice mingled with Matou Ike's voice, echoing throughout the vast space.

The soil deep within hell, like a black snake, crawled and stretched, finding the location of the giant's mouth, and suddenly burrowed into it.

The burly man's screams were swallowed by the black mud, becoming muffled and indistinct.

The Dead Apostle's body, capable of continuous regeneration, was now forced to swallow the black mud that could multiply infinitely.

The body was instantly stretched and exploded, blood splattered, and flesh flew everywhere.

At the same time, Matouike's true appearance is revealed.

A sudden scream caught Matou Ike's attention.

"It's you, it's you, it's you! Damn it!"

Startled by this sudden turn of events, the woman's pupils contracted when she saw Matou Ike's face, and she made a move to run away.

"What's wrong with me? Am I that scary? Why are you so afraid of me? Can you tell me why?" Matou Ike smiled at the person in front of him.

Matou Ike politely asked the other party, but received no answer.

In just a few milliseconds, the woman's consciousness and personality seemed to vanish into thin air, and her escape suddenly transformed into a death charge.

At the same time, the creatures that were still feeding deeper inside the barrier also rushed out. Like the woman, they swarmed forward without fear, as if they were being controlled.

Matou Ike felt somewhat helpless about this; he just wanted to find someone he could talk to properly and understand the truth.

Now that we've finally found them, the other person has turned out to be an idiot.

"Ugh..."

He let out a long sigh, then raised one hand, waved it in the air a few times, and muttered:

"Ameisenfeuer-Lotusformation! (The Dark-Eating Insects spread flames throughout the world!)"

"Then please go to hell and think it over again!"

Chapter 196 Bai Chunlio

"What should I do? What should I do? What should I do? This is so frustrating!"

As Shirasumi Rio stepped out of the car, a sea breeze carrying the scent of the ocean blew against her face.

He's very irritable right now.

He had just escaped from the bustling street.

Head towards the apartment building nestled among countless warehouses.

The apartment's exterior is dilapidated, possibly due to erosion from the sea breeze.

It was a two-story wooden apartment building that could only be described as ruins.

The apartment is owned by a man named Araya, and the stray dog ​​that ran away is now in dire need of its owner's comfort.

He himself is also staying there temporarily.

Apartment door locks that are over 30 years old can be easily pried open with a screwdriver.

Shirai Junri chose to kick it away.

The room is very cramped, and the entryway is combined with the living room.

Go inside, there's only one room, about the size of six tatami mats, a symbol of the cheap apartments of the 1970s.

You can see the entire ocean from the window without curtains.

In the room littered with trash, only that window stood out like a piece of art hanging there, completely out of place.

It was a window that reflected the gray ocean, and you could almost hear the sound of the tides.

This is Shirai Junri's current residence.

"Ryougi Shiki... I want to devour the most perfect you... Looks like I need to speed things up..."

Shirai Rio picked up the photos scattered around the room and murmured to herself.

That was a photo of Ryougi Shiki taken before he dropped out of school.

Scattered around the room were not only photos, but also portraits that appeared to be set against a school campus.

Although the number of items was small, the room was filled with items themed around Ryougi Shiki.

Only when surrounded by that woman could Shirai Rio relax a little.

Footsteps could be heard coming from the entrance hall.

It must be Araya Sōren who has arrived.

During his escape, Shirajun Rio contacted the magician who had awakened him.

He has something he wants to talk to him about.

The sound of footsteps approached Shirasumi Rio.

Araya Souren, with his usual indifferent expression, raised his hand to touch Shirasumi Rio's golden hair, just like a master comforting a long-lost puppy upon returning home.

"Haven't seen you for five days, and you've already gotten into such a sorry state, Bai Chun?"

Shiro Junri didn't speak. He felt conflicted about being stroked on the head by an old monster who had lived for countless years.