Magician in Type-Moon

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The storm continues, the world is turned upside down, and the limits of magic converge here.

Chapter 544 Final Goal

After an unknown amount of time, the white silk thread finally stopped twisting.

The worms, which had been rolling around erratically, seemed to lose their momentum, froze in mid-air, and then slowly fell.

One, two, countless white silk threads, like drifting snowflakes, quietly fall around Matou Pond.

His body underwent no further changes; the demonic creatures that should have been constantly splitting, twisting, struggling, and dissipating seemed to be frozen in time.

Silence fell, as if some unspeakable conclusion had been reached.

The entire enchanted realm returned to silence, with only the lingering magical energy in the air still echoing unwillingly.

Matouchi's figure still stands there.

The fierce battle between the two diametrically opposed concepts of "stagnation" and "magician killer" within him finally subsided.

This is a head-on collision between an extraordinary grand magic and a Noble Phantasm-level concept, tearing, eroding, crushing, and reshaping—in this invisible battle, Matou Ike's body becomes the only battlefield.

However, judging from his appearance alone, he still stood there as before, showing no signs of being disheveled.

The clothes were undamaged, the skin was normal, and there wasn't even a drop of blood.

only……

Those eyes were even deeper than before, as deep as an abyss.

His body is no longer what it used to be.

Whether it was the arrangement of magic circuits, the path of magic flow, or the mechanism of life maintenance, all were completely destroyed and reshaped in the frenzy of the clash between the two concepts, ultimately forming an unknown and ineffable state.

It looks like it's still alive, but it's been dead for a while.

It's as if the person "Matouchi" has transcended the original definition and been pushed into a completely new and unprecedented form of existence.

—What exactly did he become?

Perhaps even he himself cannot give an answer at this moment.

Even though Matou Pond remains calm and still, the world around it is still crumbling inch by inch under the influence of "fantasy collapse".

The earth fractured, turning into floating rock fragments, which were swept up and tumbled by violent magic; the sky was like a shattered mirror, peeling off piece by piece to reveal the dark and unclear void beneath; the blood rain floating in the air finally fell, but turned into scarlet light particles halfway down, which were pulled into the depths of the void by an invisible devouring force.

The foundations that once supported this "stagnant" world have now been emptied, leaving only an irreversible collapse.

Fine cracks, like a spider web, spread to every corner of the world, intersecting and expanding, eventually converging at one point—at the foot of Matou Pond.

It was as if the destruction of this world was unfolding with him at its center.

Yet, amidst this devastating scene, Matou Pond remained standing still, like the quietest point in the eye of the storm.

His gaze slowly swept across the surroundings, watching this illusion that had endured for so long gradually crumble to dust.

Then, he took a step.

The long-dormant power finally broke free from its complacency and began to surge violently.

The principle of "reincarnation" stolen from the Great Library of Alexandria is now reviving within his broken body. The worm-like clones are no longer struggling meaninglessly, but are frantically filling and reshaping themselves. His flesh is being rewoven in an inhuman way, as if interpreting a heretical cycle that transcends life and death.

Following this was the echo of Taizu Long Typhon.

It was not merely a surge of magical power, but a calamity-based principle seemingly emanating from the very end of mythology, unleashed in the moment the inherent barrier crumbled. A storm swept through, rocks trembled, light tore through the sky, and violent air currents ripped through space, seizing, devouring, and pulverizing everything.

Typhon's fury, in harmony with the world's disintegration, reached its zenith!

At this moment, "disaster" became the only order.

The rhythm of power, drawing in the breath of death, spread together to this shattered world. The air seemed to grow heavy, and everything was shrouded in an irresistible despair.

Then, Matou Ike opened her eyes.

Those eyes remained as deep and unfathomable as ever, but in this chaotic world, they were like the only light that could not be extinguished, piercing through the destruction that followed the "stagnation," piercing through the pinnacle where disaster and death intersected.

His fingers were slightly bent, as if he were grasping something invisible.

Immediately afterwards——

The karmic fire, infused with multiple powers, swept across the entire world in an instant.

It's not just burning the earth, the air, or the remaining magic; it's more like burning the very "logic" of the world itself.

The flames, like those of purgatory, twisted space, tumbling and expanding wildly within the shattered inherent barrier, transforming into a raging tide of flames that devoured everything.

However, Kiz, who was in the middle of it, just smiled.

"Hehehe..."

In the firelight, his face was a jumble of shadows, but his smile became all the more pronounced.

"I see……"

He seemed to have finally pieced together the complete picture, understood all the pieces that had been placed on the chessboard, and grasped Matouchi's true plan—

"You actually planned this far."

The raging flames roared, the inherent barrier crumbled, and the calamity reached its peak in that instant, but Kiz's smile carried an unprecedented complexity.

Is it irony? Is it admiration? Is it astonishment?

Kiz's smile gradually faded.

He finally saw through Matouchi's scheme—everything, every action, even the smallest choice, was designed to force him to use "Okeanos".

This forced him to personally pull down the spaceship that had been given the name of "God," drawing it into the battle.

That should have been Kiz's ultimate trump card, a colossal entity far beyond the battlefield, safe and secure. It should have existed above the rules of the world, untouched by interference or corruption, descending only at the most perfect moment, carrying the final culmination of his two thousand three hundred years of planning.

But now?

He actively used its power, empowering the last swordsman of light, causing that sword strike to unleash a destructive light capable of annihilating everything, killing Just and trapping Matou Ike within the Reality Marble...

It was this step that truly led Oceanus into the battlefield!

"...Hehehe..."

Kiz chuckled softly, his eyes revealing a complex mix of emotions.

Kiz thought he had hidden himself very well, but he never expected this.

It wasn't just about seeing through him, but about relentlessly pushing him towards this one and only decision.

He even wondered—did Matou Ike have already foreseen that he would make a mistake at this step before the battle even began?

It was a meticulously planned gamble, but the stakes weren't Matouike, but himself.

"I see... this is your real plan."

Kiz's smile faded, his gaze turning deep as he stared at the man who remained standing silently.

“You were planning that spaceship from the very beginning…”

Chapter 545 Burning

In response to Kiz's words, Matou Ike simply shrugged slightly.

"Stagnation" could no longer restrain him, or rather, when almost all the magic carrying the concept of "stagnation" was applied to his body by Kiz and came into contact with the Noble Phantasm-level Origin Bullet fired by Justel.

The magic called "Stagnation" has been killed.

His body has been freed.

From that moment on, the chains of magic were severed, and the concepts that bound him collapsed.

Stagnation is dead.

That magical power that once enveloped the entire Realm of Boundaries, that power capable of freezing the world and solidifying time, was pierced by Juste's Origin Bullet, clashed within Matou Ike's body, and ultimately turned into meaningless remains.

—In a sense, Just did "kill" stagnation.

“Now, your ‘god’ has descended, and I am finally free.”

Matou Ike's lips curled up slightly as she took a step.

next moment.

The world is completely shattered.

Unlike the anomalies caused by Gilgamesh's Ea.

The world pieced together by the inherent boundaries of both Kiz and Matou Ike begins to crumble under the onslaught of the Fantasy Collapse.

There were no rules governing the creation of the world; the destruction of the world was caused solely by the output of firepower.

The magic, as bright as day, bombarded the air currents.

Countless surging magical flames swept wildly in all directions. It was the ultimate clash of fantasy, the final outcome of magic.

The sky is no longer the sky. With the disintegration of the world's structure, the once high-hanging firmament is pulled and collapsed, like a canvas suddenly torn apart, fading in color and returning to nothingness.

Light streamed down the cracks, yet cast no shadows, as if this world had never truly existed.

The earth is no longer the earth; its heavy texture is dissolving inch by inch, the surface is cracking and peeling away, revealing the boundless darkness beneath—but this is not an abyss, but a non-existent space, a void where even "falling" has nowhere to go.

The boundaries of time and space trembled, the distinction between reason and form was erased, and the collapse of the world was like a white karmic fire that devoured everything, even tearing the concept of reality into the mix, all heading towards final annihilation.

—Whether it's earth, water, fire, wind, or the magical principles that constitute this world, they have all lost their meaning at this moment.

Pure destruction, irreversible annihilation, in this space that is gradually turning into nothingness, presents the final judgment to all that still exists within it.

At the last moment before the Reality Barrier shattered, Kiz stood up from the cocoon of light that had enveloped him.

He slowly raised his head, his gaze piercing through the void, landing on the figure opposite him.

Pale karmic fire swept across the crumbling world, mingling with the remaining spiritual particles that circulated and turned into burning dust.

But he just stared at Matou Ike, his voice low and questioning: "I'm still very curious, how exactly did you bewitch my child to betray me?"

His tone was not angry, but questioning.

“He and I are so similar. I’ve also checked, and the suggestion magic within him has already been destroyed. Logically, he should be on my side.”

Kiz tilted his head slightly, as if talking to himself: "After all, he also hates humans so much."