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Matou Ike narrowed his eyes thoughtfully, a slight smile playing at the corners of his lips:
"So that's why you treated me so politely when I first came to your Night Robbery family? No wonder I was so disgusted with your attitude back then. It turns out I was tricked by that Gan Ye guy."
Matou Ike had always found his inexplicable emotions strange. He had previously thought it was because the Night Raiders' black cabinet was the coffin of the gods, but it turned out that this was what triggered his inspiration.
No, perhaps the symbolism of the coffin of the gods is also part of the reason.
"So you're so sure I won't harm your daughter? After all, I also have a need for divine bodies."
"Gan also assured me that a man like him wouldn't guarantee that he couldn't do something."
Ye Jie Xuexin smiled for the first time as he answered Matou Chi.
But he shook his head again:
"I thought things would end there, but I never imagined it would escalate to this point—the Wandering Sea, the Mountain Court, and those groups of magicians wielding Noble Phantasms..."
He paused for a moment, as if sighing:
"And Mother's plan only needs to gather the divine bodies and then use the disciples of the Wandering Sea as sacrifices to complete it beautifully..."
He used his blood-stained suit sleeve to wipe the sand-covered blade of Muramasa's sword.
He then added:
"My mother probably thought this was her last chance..."
Just then, a strange sound came from underground.
Chapter 387 Alchemy (4k)
Matou Ike lowered his eyes and watched the strange change at his feet.
From the depths of the earth, some unknown force is surging, like thousands of crawling tentacles, spreading wildly upwards from the cracks and soil, trying to cling to his body.
The tremors beneath my feet grew increasingly violent, far exceeding the intensity of a minor earthquake, and even an invisible sense of oppression began to permeate the air.
Those with heightened spiritual sensitivity would likely be unable to stand at this point and would only collapse in a sorry state.
"It's fetal movement."
Ye Jiexue spoke calmly, her tone devoid of any inflection, as if she were merely stating a fact.
He stood on the edge of the turbid current, with the sea of clouds churning beneath his feet, yet his voice carried an eerie clarity: "It seems it's about to begin."
Matouchi's gaze swept around.
He had long realized that the core of this upheaval was the mountain beneath their feet—this mountain was not merely a silent landscape, but something more complex than "living things."
“The divine bodies have been gathered.” Xue Xin continued, his hands slowly lowering as if to feel the tremors beneath his feet. “The divine bodies have been brought to life to this extent, which is probably the first time since the age of mythology. This mountain is deeply connected to the divine bodies and is responding to them.”
“This mountain…” A sharp glint flashed in Matou Ike’s eyes. He understood what Yukinoshi meant, of course.
This mountain is a god.
A “divine existence” constructed through countless ages of faith, rituals, and life, even if its scope is limited, is an extremely powerful magical foundation.
Ye Jiexue placed her hand on her abdomen, the movement slow and heavy.
His voice sounded somewhat relieved, yet also tinged with an unspeakable stubbornness: "I've made so many preparations for this day."
As soon as he finished speaking, he pointed the tip of Muramasa's knife at his own abdomen.
Then, without hesitation, he used a blade to slash open his side abdomen.
The dripping pus mercilessly stained his fingers.
Fresh blood bloomed, blossoming in the air like flowers, staining the turbid stream beneath their feet red.
Xuexin clenched his hand, which was covered in filthy liquid, and bent down to grab a snake that was wriggling at his feet.
"Here you go, do whatever you like."
His voice was low and hoarse, revealing exhaustion and pain.
The snake did not struggle, as if it understood his command, and was casually placed next to the wound on its side. It raised its head slightly, staring with its cold snake eyes, and then suddenly thrust its head forward, burrowing into the side of the snake that Xue Xin had cut open.
The snake's body squeezed into the narrow wound, its tail emerging from the pus, and it snaked its way into the gap between the bones and internal organs.
Muscles and bones trembled from its invasion, and Xuexin's demon mask lifted slightly, revealing a suppressed groan coming from beneath it. The pain was not erased, but rather forced deep into his throat.
The snake did not stop moving until it finally emerged again from the same wound.
This time, it had a piece of bloody meat in its mouth, shaped like some kind of important organ.
Matou Ike stepped forward without a word and took the piece of meat from the snake's mouth. His body trembled slightly, and the skin on his chest suddenly split open, from which white, spiral-shaped roots grew.
The roots quickly wrapped around the chunk of meat and devoured it in an instant.
The completion of this action seemed to become some kind of catalyst.
More than 70% of its wings were stained black, trembling as if in spasm, scattering more and more feathers, and its shape was constantly changing.
"I'm sorry, Akira."
Xuexin said.
"I've always wanted to do this."
This doesn't sound like a confession.
"I don't want to be cured. It doesn't really matter if I die."
The container, which had been filled with water over a long period of time, now looked as if it was about to overflow.
.........
The wings in the sky are no longer wings.
It transformed into a giant serpent that entangled the divine fence and stretched its head into the night sky.
It remained pitch black even in the darkness of night—like a black serpent that absorbed even the faintest starlight.
It was making strange noises.
Snakes don't normally have vocal organs. Even cobras only make sounds by rubbing their tails together.
But that thing was shouting.
The shout contains a powerful magic.
With a series of thuds, the Night Calamity sorcerers, who were still connected, fell down one by one.
Red and black blood flowed from their eyes and ears. Connected by their pathways, they endured a magical backflow that human divine bodies could not withstand, a backflow that burned away their magical circuits.
Meanwhile, in every corner of the Star Realm, members of the Imperial Magic Guild received orders from their commander.
"Place the counterfeit treasures in your hands into the rituals and ceremonies you are in charge of."
This instruction brought everyone into a brief silence.
"What's going on? Are we being asked to give up our Noble Phantasm?"
"Without these, we'd struggle to even protect ourselves, let alone withstand that level of magical oppression!"
Many people complained in hushed tones, their voices filled with confusion and unease.
However, the order was given personally by the commander, and the uncompromising tone forced them to face reality.
Above the sky, a massive vortex of magical energy, like a solidified liquid galaxy, pressed heavily on the entire Starry Realm.
The concentration of magic flowing in the air far exceeded the limits of human tolerance, making even breathing feel like being filled with a thick liquid.
Without the mysterious aid of a Noble Phantasm, an ordinary magician would have virtually no chance of survival in such an environment.
But no one dared to openly disobey orders.
The more senior members silently complied, carefully placing the counterfeit artifacts into the pre-arranged ritual nodes.
Newcomers followed suit.
The silence of the Starry Realm was suddenly shattered the next moment.
boom--
The counterfeit Noble Phantasms created by Caster Alexandre Dumas suddenly exploded at their respective ritual nodes, emitting blinding light.
Each Noble Phantasm, as if its core soul had been drained, lost its form and, in the instant of disintegration, turned into countless tiny specks of light, dissipating into the void.
The illusion crumbled.
As the Noble Phantasm annihilated, the surge of magical energy emanating from the ritual instantly spiraled out of control.
As if injected with excessive energy, the nodes triggered chain reactions one after another, and countless shining runes and cracks appeared on the ground of the Star Realm, as if tearing the entire land apart.
This is unparalleled light.
It tore the whole world apart.
The members of the Imperial Magic Guild guarding each node gradually froze in astonishment before being completely engulfed by the sudden burst of light.
The ritual nodes transformed into beams of light that pierced the dome of the Star Realm, their brightness like that of miniature suns, brief yet intense. The members vanished without a trace in this light, not even having time to utter a scream.
boom--
The pillar of light collapsed, causing the surrounding ground to shatter inch by inch, peeling away like a mirror into large void fissures.
The echoes of the collapse lingered for a long time, as if the entire Star Realm was trembling at this anomaly.
In a corner far from the ritual, Number Fourteen leaned tightly against a huge rock, his body trembling uncontrollably.
She witnessed everything.
Her comrades, who had fought alongside her, were swallowed up one by one in the light. It was a horrific sight she had never seen before—not just destruction, but a complete annihilation that erased her very existence.
"How could this happen..." she murmured softly, her eyes blank, as if she still couldn't understand what had just happened.
.........
In the external reality.
It is located in a dark corner of the city.
Various magic spells were engraved on the ground.
The central base pattern is none other than the twisted Kabbalah Tree of Life pattern formed by the pillars of light from the explosion of Noble Phantasms in the Astral Realm.