Magician in Type-Moon

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"what do you want to do?"

"Maintaining the world."

"But this world is beyond saving."

"There are other worlds."

What am I to you?

"The tools used to maintain the world are my creations, and also my children."

"When do we set off?"

"Let's wait until after this world ends."

......

I wasn't really alive at all.

Everything is just wishful thinking.

There was neither moving content nor a sense of real life in it.

That's just wishful thinking.

I was like a newborn baby, knowing nothing and having gained nothing.

However, seventeen years of memories and records constitute me as a complete human being.

......

I was reborn.

In a new world.

My name is Matouchi.

......

"What a joke."

Ryougi Shiki almost gritted her teeth, twisting the flesh of her abdomen with one hand, trying to temporarily suppress the surging hunger within her with the stinging pain.

The fingertips dug deep into the flesh, leaving streaks of blood.

Hunger felt like a bottomless abyss, spreading from the depths of her stomach and consuming her thoughts.

For a fleeting moment, she even had the impulse to use the Myriad Talismans of Immortality and the Blade of Breaking the Rules to slash at the line of death on her abdomen—

But her intuition told her that doing that alone would not be enough to combat her hunger.

From the start of the battle until now, thanks to the cooperation between her and the heroic spirit floating in the sky behind her.

The two of them worked together to sever thirteen spiritual energy circuits that supplied magic power—

However, that is only the tip of the iceberg in terms of the total.

"Not even one-tenth..." Ryougi Shiki muttered to herself.

In the shattered, crimson-gray world, the opponent stood where He had been, motionless.

He has remained silent, watching her and Medea, seemingly flaunting the ease that comes with his overwhelming advantage.

Although the difference is not to the extent of magic versus sorcery, it is a watershed that divides beings into beings even more heterogeneous than humans and beasts.

"Damn it..." Even Medea started to complain.

Now is definitely not the time to rest.

Medea hovered in mid-air, her hands moving rapidly, and several beams of light quickly formed in her palms, pouring out like rain.

Light cannons, magic bullets, magical chains, and bizarre barriers constructed from talismans—all sorts of spells were unleashed in turn, erupting from her fingertips like a storm, fiercely bombarding the invisible alien magic and twisted creatures.

Everything was just to pave the way for Ryougi Shiki.

Its enhanced body was enough to rival a Heroic Spirit, and its spine creaked.

The sound, emanating from the magical circuits that permeate the entire body, along with ordinary nerves and even blood vessels, resonates powerfully enough to penetrate the eardrums of most people.

The burden brought by the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception seems to have already melted his brain.

But the pain of "melting" gradually turned into a feeling of pleasure after being endured for a long time.

Now all we need to do is move forward.

Every step she took seemed to toll like the bells of hell for her.

The surrounding sounds seemed to be amplified infinitely.

"Kill you! Kill ...

Being able to see the death of things is simply putting the fact that this world is incredibly fragile before our eyes.

They ran through the long tunnel, completely absorbed in their running.

There was no time to stop.

Raise your swords, let us dance with the gods!

"Faster!"

Her voice was extremely low, as if it were a curse being squeezed out through gritted teeth.

Chapter 351 The Garden of Sinners (Thirty-Two)

Aozaki Touko stood on the front line amidst the bloodshed, coldly watching the chunks of flesh being peeled off.

Araya Sōren's strange body peeled away layer by layer, and each piece of rotten flesh that was cut off turned into a bloody mist that spread before her eyes.

Just like an onion.

You can peel it off piece by piece.

But unlike other onions, even if you peel an onion all the way down, you still won't find its core.

But the thing in front of him was something he had a heart for.

The curse takes the form of a vicious demon, eroding and attacking Araya's thoughts, seeking to eliminate his existence.

But he was already a demon to begin with.

So there's no need to worry too much about this.

Araya Sōren broke free from the "onion" and opened his palms in order to crush his opponent.

In that instant, his body... was sliced ​​open from the shoulder.

"If you're going to kill someone, you have to kill them with one blow. Araya, I think I told you that before."

Orange left the remaining guards of the undead army and turned to walk out.

But she didn't immediately go to Araya Sōren, who had already fallen into the pile of rubble.

Instead, he walked toward the large, bald man with jet-black hair who was sitting on the ground, panting heavily.

Berserker Darius III sat supine on the ground, his entire body devoid of luster, charred blood seeping from the cracks in his tattered armor.

His eyes still flickered with a faint green light, but the light was as precarious as a dying candle flame.

"Can you still hear me?" Aozaki Touko slowly approached and squatted down in front of him.

Darius III was breathing heavily, his massive chest heaving like a bellows about to fall apart.

Nevertheless, he nodded reluctantly, a hint of fighting spirit still lingering in his bloodshot eyes.

"The spirit core is damaged beyond repair."

Orange sighed softly, her gaze falling on the collapsed part of his abdomen, the place that once held the spirit core, now only darkness and emptiness remained.

As a Servant, once the Soul Core is destroyed, it means that the Servant has completely lost the ability to fight again.

"You've really gone through a lot. Even though there was no Holy Grail to fight for, I still managed to drag you down."

"...It's okay...it's...enough...enough...I'm satisfied...being with you...was very enjoyable..."

Orange nodded helplessly as she listened to the berserker, who hadn't spoken to her since the start of the battle, suddenly speak.

"Honestly, they're just familiars who haven't had a contract for very long and haven't even had much interaction, yet they still have to say such sentimental things at the end. I really don't understand you heroic spirits."

Perhaps the time was too short, because until the very end, Orange could not understand the value of what this heroic spirit was pursuing.

Even so, as long as he is satisfied, that's enough.

It's unclear what her feelings were, but Aozaki Touko voluntarily dissolved the contract.

Watching the heroic spirits dissipate into the air as spirit particles, Aozaki Touko turned and walked towards the pile of meat scattered on the ground.

"Araya, you've failed again this time."

Araya Sōren did not respond to what Orange said.

"How tragic. Bearing the 'sins' of humanity, creating hell, experiencing the suffering of the whole world, and having gone to such lengths, they were still defeated by a warlike magician and a heroic spirit who craved war."

"Even now, are you still going to mock me, Aozaki?"

With a cough, the black-clad magician spat out blood.

The blood, as fine as powder, did not fall to the ground, nor did it stain the face of Aozaki Touko standing in front of him; it simply disappeared into the wind.

"Nothing of the sort, I'm just expressing my feelings."

A "click" sound rang out, Orange lit a cigarette, and then said:

"Araya, you really were manipulated the whole time. The gods, the Mage's Association, and the Holy Church all just wanted to use your plans to their own advantage. I don't believe you didn't guess that your outcome would be like this. So—"

Why push yourself to this point? Why be so persistent? Just for that sliver of possibility?

The two magicians had been avoiding each other's gaze as they spoke.

Araya Sōren did not answer, but turned to look at Tōko.

"...Give me..."

"what?"

"cigarette."