Magician in Type-Moon

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No one could have imagined that things would develop this way.

Even Orange, who always considered herself to be very well-mannered, couldn't help but get angry.

"What on earth is going on in your head?!"

The bald, black-haired man, who had never uttered a single human word since his birth, suddenly spoke up in response to his new Master.

"■■■■■■■■■■■!!! I smell war! This is a desperate battle between armies—Waryryryryry......"

Chapter 334 The Garden of Sinners (XV)

At this moment, Matou Ike is floating high above the Fuhai Forest inside the Reien Garden, using the magic power drawn from the spiritual veins.

Without hesitation, magic is transformed into magic tricks that are continuously released from the fingertips.

With his high-speed divine words combined with the magic of the spiritual veins, he had now transformed into a magical machine gun.

They were bombarding the demonic forest right beneath their feet.

A series of rapid divine incantations flowed from his mouth, each syllable filled with magical power, echoing like rolling thunder above the Liyuan Garden.

The martial arts magic, under his control, was unleashed without ceasing, covering the entire forest like a torrential rain, blasting the dense roots, monsters, and surging curses in the forest to shreds.

The incantation surged, and the energy shockwaves ripped away layers of decaying branches and leaves, blasting deep craters into the ground of the Demon Forest. Twisted and rotten tree roots snapped, turning into charred fragments that dissipated into the air.

what?

You said that the Blood Ring of Fu Hailin has a suppressive effect on the Great Source?

But Matouike answered like this—

"Da Yuan? Which eye of yours saw me use Da Yuan? Isn't this all magic power that I extracted from Xiao Yuan myself?"

As a walking subspecies of the Holy Grail, the spiritual veins that this body is connected to are naturally also part of this body.

With each mournful cry, the bizarre monsters in the entire Demon Forest, along with the entire forest itself, were burned to ashes by the scorching heat, just like charred charcoal that, when poured down, even leaves behind burning powder.

The foul-smelling smoke rose up, producing plumes of black smoke that looked almost identical to volcanic ash spewed out after a volcanic eruption, making it impossible to see the sun.

As the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, it was as if a crack had been drawn open in the disappearing night, gradually revealing the core of the Fuhai Forest.

Matouchi stood high in the sky, coldly watching down below.

The entire forest had been burned to a charred ruin, and the monsters on the ground turned to ashes and scattered with the wind.

However, in that vast expanse of scorched earth, a giant tree stood tall and proud, like an anomaly.

The tree's trunk is as large as a tower, and its branches are intricate and intertwined, resembling a colossal entity that exists in its own world.

But this iconic thing was perfectly hidden within the forest before it was burned down.

Matouchi's gaze traveled upwards along the branches, and he noticed that the tree was shrouded in a blurry barrier, as if it were surrounded by another world.

That barrier, like aged skin, gleamed faintly, giving one the illusion of overlapping time and space.

Is it a Reality Marble?

"It should be... no, that's not right. Although the outer membrane is indeed the power of mental images, its structure is more like a real otherworld."

Medea was halfway through her reply when she suddenly changed her mind.

Just then, Angela Manuel suddenly emerged from Matou Ike's body.

"Aozaki has already summoned a Heroic Spirit, but the one they summoned... uh, it seems to be Darius III."

“Ah, is that so? It makes sense that there are things related to the Persian Empire in Iskandar’s tomb.”

Matou Ike nodded and said.

"How are things going on their end?"

"Well, it wasn't exactly a great situation. It seems that the Heroic Spirit attacked before they were even prepared... They're probably already engaged in combat."

Angra Mainyu replied.

"Alright then, there's really nothing else that needs to be prepared, so I should get going."

Matou Ike sighed and manipulated her magic to fly towards the giant tree.

Are you really going in?

Just as Medea approached the tree trunk at Matou Pond, she suddenly asked a question.

Seeing that Matouike did not answer, Medea continued:

"You've noticed it yourself, haven't you? This thing was able to hide so well before, but now it's wide open, as if it's welcoming you."

"Leaving aside the memory you gave me, the ritual of that modern magician named Araya Sōren."

But what about Him...?

"What about that King of Hell who appears in multiple mythologies? You still haven't figured out His schemes, have you?"

“You’ve been in contact with Him since the middle of the Holy Grail War, and so far, all you know is what He wants to get from you.”

"But you yourself don't even know what that thing is, do you..."

"Moreover, as far as I know, although He is not in His complete state now, with the authority He wields, if you want to kill Him, you would have to wipe out every single fly species in the world."

"This is almost impossible to do; even a concept weapon with god-killing properties cannot accomplish it."

"Chi, I hope you will think carefully before you act, instead of just blindly rushing to your death."

Medea's words echoed continuously in Matou Ike's heart.

She understood everything about Matouchi.

What she said was indeed completely correct.

He had figured out everything, from Araya Sōren's plan to the schemes of the Holy Church and the Magic Association.

However, Matou Ike never learned the intentions of that deity.

Although he learned from Shiro Jun Rio and Minato Keita that His ultimate goal was himself.

whydunit

What was His motive for committing the crime?

So what makes me special?

This is difficult to know.

However, if you can't figure something out, don't dwell on it anymore.

When faced with the unknown, let it remain unknown.

So Matouchi stopped and said to Medea:

"It's okay, I've thought it through."

......

"Your entrance is just like your style, Aozaki."

Araya Sōren looked at the orange falling from the crack in the ceiling of the shrine and gently shook his head.

Upon hearing this, Orange merely raised an eyebrow slightly but did not respond immediately.

After regaining her balance, she stood up from the rubble, brushed the dust off her shoulders, looked around to take in everything, and then coldly fixed her gaze on Araya Sōren's face.

“You, Araya,” she said slowly, her tone tinged with disdain, “it was one thing for you to leave your life as a monk and go to a monastery to study, but now you’ve started worshipping an evil god? That’s really enough.”

"An evil god? You could勉强 (barely) call that a way."

Araya Sōren took a step forward with a "clunk" and approached the stairs leading to the first floor.

The air in the ancestral hall grew increasingly tense.

The air seemed to freeze, carrying a dangerous, oppressive feeling, perhaps distorted by the magician's murderous intent.

In that distance, Orange looked at her former classmates.

He just chuckled lightly.

"Go ahead... You should be considered a Berserker, right? Go and take that guy's head back!"

Chapter 335 The Garden of Sinners (Sixteen)

"■■■■■■■■■!! Wryryryryryry..."

The jet-black war demon roared like a thunderclap, and the two-handed battle axe in its hand gleamed with a dark green light as it raised it high.

"Ooh o ...

The bald, black-haired man, having received his master's command, stomped his foot into the ground, his aura surging—

With a mighty, dragon-like battle roar, the black berserker wielding a golden axe took several steps forward.

Araya Sōren stood calmly in place, seemingly stunned, as if he were frozen in place, facing his opponent who was charging at superb speed.

This scene struck Aozaki Touko as somewhat odd.

She couldn't see a single other emotion in Araya's eyes.

Just like that battle axe that carried the wind of death, it was nothing more than drifting dust to him, posing no threat whatsoever.

How could that be? Even if this guy obtained a powerful magic like a "Realm Barrier" from the King of Hell, he still couldn't possibly be a match for a Heroic Spirit.

Especially when facing this dark-skinned Heroic Spirit, Orange had checked its stats beforehand.

Strength A, durability A+, agility B...

Even among those who can be called heroes, these stats are extremely impressive.

In the next instant, the pitch-black color leaped up with a roar like a lion's roar.

Its stride shakes the earth, and its sprint speed breaks the sound barrier.

By instantly unleashing the magic of weapons or one's own body, one can charge forward with the momentum of a gun.

The shockwave from the jump sent debris and rubble flying across the ground.

With such speed and destructive power, it could probably crush even the most powerful land combat weapon in modern warfare, the MBT.