Magician in Type-Moon

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"They still have grievances against me? Shouldn't I be the one who's dissatisfied?"

"Boss, the ban you issued is really hard to accept. Everyone is starving, and you're not letting people hunt. It's normal to be a little dissatisfied."

"Haha," Shirai Junri laughed out loud. These pig-like creatures had no idea what was going on.

All five strongholds were wiped out, yet they showed no fear, which was truly laughable.

"Just one more day of patience, and once the Holy Spirit's blessing arrives, this world will be our hunting ground. Then everyone can eat as much as they want, however they want, and we can even hire top chefs to cook for us."

Shirai Junri comforted Minato Keita, who was clearly a sentinel of those swine.

They wanted to threaten me, but didn't dare to actually show up.

"Why don't you urge them on? I'll go prepare for the upcoming ceremony. Whether we can turn this place into our amusement park depends on today."

After leaving a message, Shiro Junriyo went down from the second floor, leaving time for Minato Keita to report to the group of pigs behind him.

Sure enough, in less than an hour, all the remaining sixty or seventy people had arrived.

They were smart enough to know they couldn't all come at once, so they split into several groups to arrive, in case Shirai Junri noticed something was wrong.

Bai Chun just wanted to laugh at this.

Shirai Junri stood in the shadows on the first floor, looking down through the window at his men who were gradually gathering. Every greedy and hungry face disgusted him, but he knew very well that the desires of these people were the weapons he could manipulate.

"What a bunch of stupid pigs, they don't deserve to be called compatriots at all," he sneered inwardly.

Keita Minato stood below, talking to his subordinates who had arrived in batches, trying to maintain a semblance of order, but his shifty eyes betrayed his unease.

Shirasumi Rio knew that today would be a day that would determine her fate.

Not only his own fate, but also the fate of his so-called companions. In his plan, these people were nothing more than sacrifices, incapable of comprehending the great beings of a higher existence.

"The blessing of the Holy Spirit..." he murmured to himself, his tone filled with fervor and anticipation.

The ceremony preparations are complete, and everything is under his control. If today's ceremony succeeds, the entire city will descend into unprecedented chaos, and he will become the ruler of that chaos.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" He stood before the crowd, his voice filled with authority and determination, "Today, we will receive the blessing of the Holy Spirit! As long as we work together, the whole world will become our hunting ground!"

His subordinates began to stir at his speech; some wore greedy smiles, while others remained suspicious.

"You only need to follow my instructions, and when the Holy Spirit descends, we will enjoy unprecedented power and food!"

Shirai Junri's voice grew increasingly impassioned. He knew that these people only needed a little reward to follow him without hesitation.

The ritual diagrams required for the ceremony have already been carved on the spacious platform on the first floor.

The materials used were his own blood, and the array diagrams were obtained by asking Araya Sōren for them.

With Shirai Junri's direction, everyone was now standing within the entire ritual, and the fresh heart used for the sacrifice was placed alongside the group of pigs.

There are only 29, four short, but that doesn't matter.

The rest can be made up by quantity.

Looking at the pigs' eyes, fixed on his heart, and their constant swallowing of saliva...

Shirai Junri felt a little nauseous.

What was his purpose in creating this group of meat slices?

They really have no ambition whatsoever.

After crushing the bell that Araya Souren had given him, the ritual finally began.

First, there is the heart on the platform that is constantly dissolving, with blood flowing along the grooves dug into the ritual track and converging at the center.

There lay Shiro Junri's heart; he was a chosen one of the gods, able to survive without a heart.

The ceremony proceeded somewhat slowly, since the host didn't have magic tricks and could only operate in a mysterious and natural way.

The long wait made some people impatient, and it also gave them the time to start thinking about what was wrong with the situation.

The person standing in the center of the crowd walked out and called out to Shirai Junri:

"Bai Chun, aren't you coming with us to receive the Holy Spirit's blessing?"

What a disrespectful person! How dare you say my name like that?

But at least he has some brains.

As Shirai Junri walked towards the interior of the ritual space, she was lost in thought.

He had been standing outside the ceremony, away from the crowd.

As the host entered, the rotation of the ritual track noticeably accelerated, with heart after heart transforming into blood vessels that supplied fresh blood to the center.

"Bai Chun, what were you trying to do standing outside just now? That's disrespectful to the Holy Spirit."

"Yes, as the first cannibal, you're a bit arrogant."

The crowd surrounded Shirasu Riyu, and an atmosphere of accusation permeated the air.

Shirai Junri waved her hand, looked directly at the guy who had started the commotion, and said:

"Forget it, I thought you guys would behave and become nourishment obediently, but I didn't expect I would have to do it myself. What a hassle."

"What did you say..."

The words have not yet fallen.

A sharp claw, like that of a ferocious beast, ripped open the chest of the tall man before them and pulled out his heart.

Shirai Rio's sudden attack brought the entire room to a moment of stillness, followed by a burst of terror and chaos.

The tall man whose heart he had ripped out stared wide-eyed, unable to believe what he was seeing.

Without the support of his heart, his body collapsed to the ground instantly, blood gushing out and staining the floor red.

The silence in the room shattered the moment the tall man fell, and fear and anger swept through the entire ritual space.

The cannibals, still reeling from the shock, instantly realized their predicament. They still had some sense; otherwise, they wouldn't have survived this long.

"You beast!" A huge man roared and brandished an iron rod that he seemed to have pulled out from somewhere, charging towards Bai Chun.

Shirai Junri sneered, blood still dripping from his hand. With a casual flick of his wrist, his fingertips sliced ​​through the air, severing the head of the cannibal charging at the front.

As the source of "feeding," he can suppress the other's body's ability to repair itself, a kind of suppression similar to that of a vampire over its offspring.

Blood spurted out, staining the ground beneath his feet. The man's body rolled several times on the ground before coming to a stop in front of the crowd.

"It's ridiculous. Where do you get the courage to go against me? Who gave you the courage?" Bai Chunli looked at the panicked guys in front of her, her tone cold and full of sarcasm.

"Kill him! Eat him! Eat him and you'll be just as strong as him!" Another cannibal shouted, leading even more people to charge towards Bai Chun.

The speed and strength of the "pseudo-Dead Apostles" surpass those of ordinary people, but since their most troublesome regeneration speed has been suppressed, there's nothing to fear.

As their creator, Shirasumi Rio knew this all too well.

Even in terms of strength and speed, Bai Chun held an absolute advantage.

His eyes grew increasingly cold, his figure almost turning into a black shadow, his wrists and legs flashing through the air like lightning, each strike accompanied by a streak of blood.

“You’re all so naive,” Shirai Rio said as she continued slaughtering the cannibals that tried to resist, her voice filled with disdain. “Do you think you lowly creatures have the right to negotiate with me?”

He easily dodged the attack, then swiftly counterattacked, instantly annihilating his opponent.

The air was thick with the stench of blood, accompanied by the screams of cannibals echoing throughout the room.

Soon, the noise in the room gradually disappeared, replaced by endless tranquility.

On the ground lay rows of gruesome corpses, their blood forming a winding river.

“1、2、3...66、67...68？怎么还少了一个？”白纯里绪站在那片血海中央，俯视着地上散乱的尸体，眉头微微皱起。

He counted the fallen ogres quietly as he looked around.

Shirai Junri sneered and muttered to herself, "Minato Keita? He really slipped away quickly. But it doesn't matter. With so many tributes, it should be enough."

He slowly straightened up, his hands covered in blood, and smiled.

He then retreated outside the ritual area, not wanting to become food for the Holy Spirit himself.

Chapter 213 Suicide Without a Suicide Note

Good afternoon, Kurokiri.

Aozaki Touko looked up at Kokutou Mikiya, who had walked in without knocking, her eyes filled with displeasure.

She gave him a fierce look, seemingly quite impatient with his behavior.

I don't know where I learned that from.

Kurogiri Kanya scratched his head somewhat awkwardly: "Sorry I'm late."

"Don't waste time explaining those irrelevant things." Aozaki Touko interrupted him coldly, casually lit a cigarette, and gently exhaled a puff of smoke. "I can see it with my own eyes."

She flicked the ash from her cigarette and stared sharply at Kurogiri Mikiya:

"It seems a seventeenth person appeared last night. People outside should be noticing the connection between these cases by now."

Mikiya Kurohiri was taken aback for a moment, then realized that she wasn't referring to those murder cases.

Since Ryougi Shiki awakened, the perpetrators in those cases seemed to have completely disappeared.

During those two months, all leads about that incident were cut off.

The police and media were at a loss, as if everything had sunk into the deep sea and could not be found.

She was probably referring to the recent spate of high school girls committing suicide by jumping off buildings.

Two months ago, Orange entrusted this case to Kurohiri.

Although Kokutou is trying his best to catch up on this matter, he is hindered by his high school studies and the curfew temporarily imposed by the government due to the murder case.

Heitong hadn't obtained any useful information, meaning that even Heitong Google had lost its effectiveness in this matter.

"Wasn't there only 10 people until last month?"

"Who knows? This case has seen an explosive increase in cases this month, and because of that, the client has been urging us to speed up the investigation."

Orange sighed helplessly. There had been too many accidents in the mystery quiz lately, to the point that she had started to personally deal with some of the evil spirits wandering around Guanbuzi City.

My recent life has consisted of running back and forth between the cemetery and the office.

"It's quite strange that these guys, who have been dead for who knows how long, can still come back to life," Orange said, adjusting her glasses.