Magician in Type-Moon

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She began to guide the roots of the Imaginary Tree, which grew from nothingness and rapidly spread throughout her workshop. The roots, like living things, deftly penetrated the air, carrying a unique spiritual energy, and gradually spread into the body of Yoru Akira.

When the roots entered her body, Akira's body trembled instantly, and the twisted power collided directly with the roots of the Imaginary Tree.

The intense energy fluctuations seemed to shake the entire workshop, and the magic in the air was stirred up into chaos.

A flash of pain crossed Akira's eyes, but she didn't make a sound, only silently feeling the changes inside her body.

During this process, she heard the voice of her grandmother, the one who had once terrified her...

"Vibrate, Akira..."

.........

Meanwhile, the magicians of the Imperial Sorcerer Guild are scattered throughout the Astral Realm, wielding various magical artifacts, and standing at the nodes of twenty-two paths and ten rings in accordance with the requirements of the Twisted Kabbalah Ritual.

Each magician silently guarded their position, their Noble Phantasms gleaming faintly, and the atmosphere was filled with tension and unease.

These magicians received no further instructions or clear plans for their next steps.

They were simply following the commander's instructions to carry out the basic steps of the ritual one by one in this land of the dead, filled with the aura of death.

However, a cloud of doubt hung over everyone – they were unsure of what to do next or whether the ceremony could be successfully completed.

"What is the point of doing all this?" the magician codenamed Fourteen muttered to himself, his eyes filled with doubt and confusion.

His gaze lingered on the surrounding nodes and runes as he pondered the question.

These complex rituals, the unspeakable dangers—everything seemed so distant and abstract.

They were simply carrying out one task after another assigned by their superiors, and almost no one truly understood the ultimate purpose behind it.

"Who knows? This operation was too hasty. We should have waited some time, fully mastered the power of these Noble Phantasms, and then we wouldn't have been able to put up a fight even against those with divine authority. But now we haven't even mastered the ability to unleash the true names of the Noble Phantasms. It's too strange..."

Number Fourteen frowned slightly, a sense of unease passing through his heart.

Standing beside that senior, listening to his low-pitched doubts, she felt a little shaken.

These words clearly contradict the oath of "loyalty"...

The senior turned around, a hint of weariness and helplessness flashing in his eyes. He took a deep breath and said in a low voice:

"Number 14, go find a safe place to hide... I'll guard this place by myself."

"But..." Her voice carried a hint of confusion.

"It's okay. Since you've already started to hesitate, being a deserter isn't necessarily a shameful thing."

"And what about you, senior?" she asked eagerly.

The senior smiled slightly, his gaze seemingly piercing through the darkness, reaching into the distance:

“Me? The node needs someone to guard it; it can't be left to waste. Anyway, my life is pretty much over. I've enjoyed everything I've had, and I don't have any more ambitions. But you're different. You're still young, and you have good talent. Maybe you'll have the chance to reach a higher realm, or even reach the source…”

He paused for a moment, his tone growing increasingly somber, "You don't have to lose your way like I did, giving up on your future."

“…I understand, senior.” Number Fourteen replied tremulously, then turned and plunged into the dense forest behind him.

The man who remained alone watched her figure gradually disappear into the distance, and the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

He recalled the face of that heroic spirit—the very same heroic spirit summoned by the Commander who had forged their Noble Phantasms. Just the day before the operation, that spirit had approached him, casually revealing all of the Commander's plans.

From that moment on, he understood that he was destined not to emerge unscathed from this operation.

As for the purpose of that heroic spirit named Alexandre Dumas, perhaps he wanted him to betray him, since he was never that resolute to begin with.

but...

Forget it, let whoever wants to deal with this mess take care of it.

Anyway, he doesn't have many years left to live.

.........

Inside a sealed-off bedroom.

The man was smoking a cigar and drinking fine wine.

He was writing furiously with the fountain pen in his hand in front of the books on the table.

"The man learned the truth about what he was about to be involved in from a heroic spirit for some reason. He was grateful but also helpless because he was already terminally ill."

"He could understand the purpose of the heroic spirit doing this; it was nothing more than wanting him to cause trouble, but he gave up."

"The story seems to be coming to an end before it even began."

"But when he saw his companion who had been on missions with him for several years, a little girl, whom he had personally led into the temple of magic."

He suddenly felt compassion and let the girl go.

"That makes sense."

Chapter 386 The Reason (4k)

Ye Jiexue looked at the man in front of her, dressed as a priest and wearing a Ye Jie mask, and was momentarily undecided.

Overall, I feel very lost.

He knew all too well the abilities of the Night Robbers' magicians.

Especially when they saw the other party wielding the authority of the God of Night Calamity and ascending into the sky.

When did the Ye Jie family produce someone with such talent?

If the other party is indeed a member of the Night Calamity Clan, then Night Calamity Xuexin doesn't need to worry about anything.

They directly joined forces with him to eliminate the immortal who was eyeing them covetously not far away.

but...

As Ye Jiexuexin pondered, he came up with a candidate—Matou Ike.

Matou Ike, who seized the divine body of the Yakai family, is thus able to use the Yakai family's magic.

It could only be him. Xuexin hoped it was him, but she also hoped it wasn't.

But that mask?

"Did Genma give that to you?"

Xuexin asked this question.

Matou Ike merely glanced at him indifferently and nodded in response.

"That older brother actually gave the mask to someone else; it seems he really likes you."

Xuexin's voice sounded somewhat troubled, yet also somewhat relieved.

What kind of brothers are they?

The older brother was raised as the heir to the Night Calamity, but was stripped of his mission along the way.

The mission was taken away because the younger brother was too talented.

Nevertheless, the older brother was happy to become a mask maker. He said his younger brother had liberated him.

And what about the younger brother?

What is Xuexin thinking?

Xuexin herself didn't know.

"Then use that mask; what you want is right there."

“There’s no rush,” Matou Ike replied slowly, his tone so calm it was as if he were discussing a trivial matter. “I think we should kick this guy out first.”

His gaze pierced through the churning clouds within the realm of the Yellow Springs, paused slightly, and then he said, "Wuzhiqi, eliminating you is the first step."

His tone was decisive and resolute, without any hesitation.

The reason is also very simple.

Like him, Wuzhiqi was an outsider who inexplicably stumbled into this chaos.

They don't belong on this chessboard, yet they try to influence the course of the game. In other words—she's a competitor.

Wuzhiqi, who was suddenly "called out," immediately suppressed his playful smile and showed a look of bewilderment.

"You actually want to exclude me with such seriousness?" Her slightly languid voice revealed obvious dissatisfaction.

"You're going a bit too far, Sapling."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wuzhiqi's figure, like a slippery fish, nimbly leaped into the sea of ​​clouds and disappeared in an instant.

In an instant——

The entire world seemed to be stirred by a twisted will, with strong winds and low rumbling sounds like the wails of ten thousand beasts.

The clouds, initially still and heavy, were gradually activated, transforming into a massive, endlessly spinning vortex, as if an invisible giant hand had twisted it into an unfathomable funnel.

From the center of that vortex, a pure white torrent quietly overflowed, like a flood pouring in from the depths of the world.

It distorted space, pulled at the line of sight, and made everything seem to be covered with a hazy filter.

That turbid flow was no ordinary water, but rather a primordial liquid imbued with power and corrosiveness. Wherever it passed, the void trembled slightly, as if it were about to shatter at any moment.

Weak water!

Also known as the waters of the underworld.

By exploiting the characteristics of the underworld and using his power over water to cover it up, he brought about a catastrophe that brought about the collapse of the heavens.

“Guide the Weak Water to Heli.”

This is a record from the Book of Documents, specifically the section on the Tribute of Yu.

"I see, that does suit her status quite well."

Matouike muttered to himself, his brows furrowed slightly, but his expression remained calm.

As he said this, Matou Ike gazed at the wings hanging high in the sky.

They also used the power of the God of Night to make connections.

But the power of the Night Calamity Divine Body within him alone is not enough.

So he looked at Ye Jiexuexin beside him.