Magician in Type-Moon

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Matou Ike staggered to the ground, panting heavily for a few moments.

After a brief moment of calm, Matou Ike took a deep breath and stood up from the ground.

He dusted himself off and looked up at Misaya Konji, who was staring at them in disbelief from the hospital bed.

Huang Lumeisha curled up on the hospital bed, her arms tightly wrapped around her knees, her eyes trembling slightly, like a frightened animal stung by a bright light.

"Are you here to kill me?" Her voice trembled, but still held a hint of calm, as if she had accepted some inevitable fate.

Matou Ike bent down, placing his hands on his knees. His breathing was not yet fully steady from the rapid crossing of the Crimson Domain.

He took a deep breath, then smiled and said:

"How could I possibly kill you? The ritual to awaken the origin is about to begin, isn't it? Even if you want to die in place of Wuzhao Kirie, I can't grant your wish."

......

Aozaki Touko walked calmly among the ruins of the collapsed shrine, as if the chaos around her was of no concern to her.

The air was thick with the lingering scent of dust and broken stones, and the occasional flying rubble even grazed her shoulder, yet failed to leave a trace on her long overcoat.

The Araya Sōren before me is no longer the man who was once as calm and collected as an abyss.

His body was completely twisted by an unknown and eerie magic, transforming him into an evil behemoth conceived from the deep sea.

Its towering body, reaching over ten meters in height, resembled constantly writhing, pitch-black tentacles, intertwining and entwining with the ground, as if the entire shrine was being torn apart and twisted by its presence.

Countless blood-red eyes opened and closed on his twisted body, as if a silent scream echoed in the air.

A terrifying, bizarre call from the place of life's return came from Araya Sōren's mouth.

Countless decaying organisms, carried by the sound waves, squeezed in densely from the cracks in the building.

“How ugly, Ara…” Orange slightly raised her chin, her gaze coldly scrutinizing the monster before her.

It's truly heartbreaking that those who once walked the path together have now become such beings.

"In that case, let me personally see you off..."

Chapter 344 The Garden of Sinners (25)

What is the origin?

Things don't appear out of thin air; you just have to trace their origins back to their source.

It is inevitable that one can obtain the initial "cause," which is called the origin.

Origin is also the earliest ideology of living things.

Once an origin is established, it will remain regardless of how many generations of reincarnation have passed.

The attributes of origin will determine human actions.

Matou Ike once wondered what her origin was.

Because magicians whose origins are relatively obvious are usually able to highlight their strengths and demonstrate extraordinary talent in that area.

Matou Ike's talent is most evident in her innate jewel-level demonic eyes.

Deconstruction...

The moment I came into contact with Misaya Konji at Matou Pond.

The endless blue seeped into his drowsy consciousness.

When Matouchi regained consciousness, he was already in another dimension.

The suspended corridor seems to float in the endless deep blue void.

The surrounding space was distorted and transparent, as if it were pieces of broken mirrors pieced together, tearing the world into irregular fragments.

It also resembles constantly undulating gems attracting each other with their own gravity, and a celestial map of repeated revolutions.

Matou Ike's eyes were also carefully watching these fragments.

His gaze fell upon these constantly pulsating, gem-like fragments.

A phantom figure appeared in the very center of the hollow sphere composed of an array of fragments.

"Are you Wuzhao Wuhui?"

Matou Ike walked towards the location of the figure, and the originally illusory and torn human form gradually stabilized.

"Yes." The woman in blue nodded gently.

Having received a positive reply, Matou Ike didn't say anything more, but silently continued to approach the blue figure.

Just as he reached the rhythmic spherical array, the woman in blue suddenly called out to him.

"Thank you."

Matou Ike remained silent, nodded slightly, and walked straight past her towards the spherical array that resembled a giant honeycomb.

A deep blue sphere floats in the air, its surface covered with intricate magic engravings, shimmering with an eerie light as if it were alive.

The hollowed-out array rotated slowly inside, reflecting the light of countless runes and magic circles onto the wall and casting distorted shadows.

Matouchi stood below it, looking up at the device above that was surging with strange energy.

At this moment, he replaced the main figure of the ceremony—Gulu.

The spherical array overhead suddenly emitted a strange sound. As the array activated, a thick, fluorescent magical liquid began to seep out from it.

It dripped down like drool.

The white light expanded instantly, and the light quickly took shape, transforming into a cocoon.

Countless white arcs of electricity burst forth from the sphere, like menacing chains, surging wildly toward the newly formed cocoon.

Matouchi's consciousness gradually blurred, and her vision was filled with a blue and white light.

"Is this my origin...? How ridiculous."

......

The Undead Legion, led by the Death Elephant beneath the Black Heroic Spirit, was tearing apart the body of the alien sea monster.

Beneath the Throne of Heroes, the War Elephant of Death raised its massive hooves and stomped down, crushing the sea monster's head deep into the ground, the cracked earth swallowing the filthy chunk of flesh.

"■■■■■!! War!! Eternal slaughter!!"

The cavalry surge, like a black tide, grew even more ferocious with the roars of the heroic spirits, as if the entire otherworldly space was trembling in response.

"Araya, is that all you've got? This ancient god-like appearance may indeed overwhelm your opponent on a mental level, but you've misjudged one thing: a hero whose rationality has evaporated will not be afraid even when facing a true god."

The giant demon felt an impact, and the tentacle that supported the entire mass of flesh gently floated up.

A feeling of astonishment gradually emerged in Araya Sōren's thoughts.

A hero whose rationality evaporates and who fears neither gods nor demons.

The emperor who ravaged the land riding a war elephant of death and ruled the empire with a golden battle axe—his true name was Darius III Kodoman—Atashata.

Seeing the absurd scene before him, Araya Sōren realized that he wanted to win the battle as soon as possible.

It's pointless to rely solely on the filth and the sea monsters he's spawned to wage a war of attrition against the heroic spirit before him.

Then we'll have to resort to some dirty tricks.

Bypass the Heroic Spirits to attack the Master.

Just as he was making up his mind, an intense beam of light shot up from the ground in the distance.

Like lightning piercing the darkness, it instantly illuminated the blood-stained battlefield. The light was so blinding that Araya Sōren could barely look at it.

He squinted slightly, peering through the filth and magical vortex in the air to see the source of the light.

Then came——

hunger...

Araya Sōren and Aozaki Tōko sensed a terrifying change almost simultaneously.

A surge of intense hunger instantly overwhelmed them.

The hunger surged forth from the depths of their bodies like a ferocious beast, instantly engulfing their consciousness.

He could feel a sharp, burning pain in his abdomen, and even the flow of magic within his body was disrupted by the sudden hunger.

Aozaki Touko involuntarily pressed her hand to her abdomen, her brows furrowed. Her previously calm and composed expression was now contorted with pain.

She quickly analyzed the source of this strange phenomenon, attempting to use a magical barrier to isolate the sudden impact, but with little effect.

The sounds of swallowing and chewing echoed in their ears.

"Araya, what is that?" She suppressed her nausea and asked Araya Sōren in a low voice.

Araya Sōren did not answer immediately.

His face, now transformed into a sea demon, showed a gradually darkening expression.

"Looks like it's failed... then there's no need to suppress it anymore..."

Araya Sōren murmured these words in a low voice.

Emerging from his entire body, a mass of magical energy, resembling "sludge," seemed to devour him, directly absorbing the mangled flesh on the ground—the very essence of "death"—from his wounds.

"If it were only me who had abandoned my humanity, I would find peace after enduring so much suffering."

The wounds that had melted and festered to the point where the nerves and veins within the sea monster's body were visible had disappeared, and what remained was a body that appeared as if it had never been injured and had been restored to its original state.

"Aozaki, if I had known the truth before, I might have been happy to die in that fight."

There seemed to be a hint of resignation in his voice, but it immediately turned into anger.

"Is it that deity? Then why are you also affected? Araya, answer me!"

Faced with this sudden change, Orange turned her attention back to Araya Sōren, who was undergoing constant transformations.

But Araya, who had already become a monster, ignored Touko's words as if the two were not on the same wavelength.

"My filthy blood...and the fire of hatred within my soul!"

Chapter 345 The Garden of Sinners (Twenty-Six)