Magician in Type-Moon

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"Namo Hayagriva! Quickly!"

Wen Bingyongli's words echoed like a spell amidst the wind and snow, and the long blades in her hands suddenly changed.

An eerie black mist emerged from the metal blade, and the blade seemed to come alive for a moment, twisting slightly as if bones were contorting and struggling within it.

Amidst the rushing air after the flash of the blade, a faint wail could be heard—the lingering echoes of karmic retribution, a struggle within distorted spacetime.

Draw the knife!

"A minor celestial surge, a major celestial phenomenon!"

By intimidating the opponent with sword energy, their momentum is weakened.

With all one's might, sever all bad karma, past karma, curses, and misfortunes.

The sword energy swirled like a fierce wind.

The icy spikes seemed to have struck an invisible wall, their fierce momentum abruptly halted, and the chilling aura crumbled like fragments under the impact of the sword energy.

Wen Bingyongli raised her long sword high, as if to cut down all misfortune—

"Sword flash, blade drawn!"

—This is the beautiful Heavenly Flower, blooming on the endless, despairing snowfield.

Its sword can reach the height of nothingness.

With this low shout, the blade light burst forth as fiercely as a black sun, instantly piercing through the wind, snow, and void.

A black line was drawn across the pure white surface.

The blade energy transformed into a dazzling arc of light, slashing towards the approaching ice thorns and the resurrected image of the son of the Fuhai Forest.

It was just a fleeting moment, like an instant.

A round head flipped over on the snow.

The entire process was compressed into a fraction of a second; it was over before Irmia could even react.

If that bloodstained head hadn't fallen in front of her, Irmia might have thought it was all just an illusion.

"Clap clap clap..."

Several rounds of applause came from in front of the red-haired magician, the sound particularly clear in the wind and snow.

"As expected of someone capable of killing a mage, such exquisite skills are probably those of the legendary Niten Ichi-ryu school, right?"

Hartres smiled slightly and praised him generously.

"My master was simply less guarded when he was with me, which is nothing to be praised for. But how did you all know about this?"

"Illustrious Eiri said calmly, while locking her killing intent onto the magician in front of her."

"After all, the matter of the Aozaki family's magician inheritance caused quite a stir in the association. Every magician inevitably paid attention to that incident. It just so happened that the astrophysicist next to me was skilled at using celestial bodies to observe major phenomena on Earth, and happened to witness your act of violence."

Hartres paused, a strange emotion flashing in his eyes, as if he were pondering Wen Bingyongli's words.

After a second or two, he continued:

"But you, killing the Fourth Mage shouldn't have brought you any benefit, right? Why did you do it? Why did you betray him? Wasn't he your teacher?"

Wen Bingyongli responded indifferently, showing no remorse on her face.

"You seem a bit agitated. As for why I killed my master, it's just that I felt I could succeed at the time, so I killed him."

"Is that so? You people from the Holy Church really are a bunch of monsters."

Hartres looked calmly at Moon Byung-yong-ri, and seemed to feel somewhat relieved to receive such an answer; even the hostility in his eyes lessened slightly.

Then he began to speak to himself:

"You're not coming to kill us now because you know that even if you kill us now, it won't change the situation, right?"

Wen Bingyongli nodded, acknowledging the fact, "That's right."

“Very well, so given the current situation, I’d like to ask a question.” Hartres’ tone was relaxed, seemingly enjoying the conversation:

"When did you find out that this priest was under our control? After all, with such a trump card, I thought you were all doomed."

The fight that had just taken place was extremely abrupt, and it ended just as quickly.

Wen Bingyongli's movements were too swift, clearly indicating that they were carefully planned.

If Calleber were to fully activate the power of the Past Eyes, causing the Son of Fuhailin to reappear, then these agents would undoubtedly perish here, becoming yet another pawn under his control.

But now they've managed to escape.

What could have been a resounding victory has now only achieved the initial goal, which puzzles Hartres.

"The hypnosis you used on me must be Melmes's method of hypnosis that utilizes vision, right? After all, with my past vision magic eye, my ability to gaze makes it difficult for me to resist this kind of vision."

Caleb, now only a head, suddenly spoke.

Early Mesmer hypnosis was based on swinging a pendulum in front of the eyes to instill unexpected information into the subject's mind, thereby achieving the purpose of hypnosis.

Vision is being seen, and gaze is seeing.

The stronger one's visual acuity, the more subconsciously one will be influenced by visual cues.

In other words, the stronger a person's observational skills, the more easily they are influenced by the object of their observation.

While these techniques may seem basic in magic, combining them creates an effect that defies easy categorization as rudimentary.

It was precisely because Caleb was the host of the powerful Mystic Eye that he found it difficult to resist this kind of vision.

"I see. It was my oversight. So, after you saw that starry sky, you realized your problem? And then you told them to cut off their own heads when things changed?"

Hartres sighed, admitting it was indeed his oversight, but there was nothing he could do. To control this spiritual vein, he had to get the Celestial Sovereign beside him to intervene.

They initially thought their plan was foolproof, using stars, which are invisible to the human eye under normal circumstances, as the source of their "visible" aura. However, they unexpectedly revealed a flaw here.

"That's right. It wasn't until I saw that star again that I remembered what sins I had committed a few months ago."

Caleb's voice was mournful, as if he were confessing to God.

He then spoke again:

"Now that I've answered your question, I'd like to ask one myself. What was your purpose in controlling me to do those things three months ago?"

"You shouldn't ask me this question, but rather the guy next to me. Whether he's willing to tell you or not is up to him."

Hartres's gaze shifted to the silver-haired monarch, Marisbury Animusfia, beside him.

Maris Billy paused slightly, then said calmly:

"I'm sorry, I didn't expect this to bother you so much. Collecting the heads of those who possess the Mystic Eyes was simply to observe a war currently taking place in the Far East."

War? War still happening in this day and age?

"What war?" Calleber asked, his eyes wide.

"It's not really a war. To be precise, it was a magical ritual held in the Far East, but it was called the Holy Grail War."

As Maris Billy uttered his last word, the planetary projection in his palm suddenly expanded, unfolding in mid-air like a world model interwoven with light and mist.

At the center of the illusion, the faint trails of light intertwined like a spider web, eventually converging on the outline of a city in the Far East—the outlines of streets, buildings, and churches gradually appeared, while the deep harbor disappeared into the thick fog.

"This place is Fuyuki!"

Maris Billy calmly announced.

In an instant, reality, like a shattered mirror, began to distort and reverse.

The entire earth churned like a giant beast awakening, and the energy of the spiritual veins surged forth from the depths of the earth, tilting towards the distribution of spiritual veins in Fuyuki City.

A complex array of magic runes faintly appeared in the void, each rune like a chain of fate, tightly binding this place with the destiny of Fuyuki.

At the same time, the silver seed in Hartres's hand fell silently onto the snow, like a tiny speck of dust.

It was embedded in the cold ground, trembling slightly, as if resonating with some unknown force.

The next instant, mystery descended!

boom--!

Beneath the earth, countless runes climbed out like veins, each radiating a deep green glow, seemingly traversing the rifts of time and space, leading directly to some indescribable realm.

The light spread continuously from the seed, forming a complex and eerie magic circle. As the runes flowed, one could even hear whispers—as if they were the low murmurs of the Fuhai Forest itself.

The earth cracked open, and branches and black mist intertwined and emerged.

Sharp, dark green shoots emerged from the ground like the fangs of a wild beast, instantly distorting the surrounding air.

Fu Hailin also arrived here...

The next moment, all the scenes collapsed.

Matou Pond's view seemed to be wiped away by an invisible hand, and the interplay of light and shadow collapsed instantly.

He emerged from the illusion and returned to reality.

Chapter 301 A Trip Back to Fuyuki (Part 2)

Matouchi's consciousness jolted violently, and the duckweed that had fallen into the abyss suddenly returned to the surface of the water.

He felt himself emerge from that complex and bizarre illusion, the fragments of light and shadow dissipating in his mind, leaving his heart blank.

When he opened his eyes, the real world was once again presented before him—

"That's...an orange?"

The instant the bubble burst, Matou Ike clearly glimpsed a mark belonging to Aozaki Touko—the familiar rune pattern flashed by like a brand, deeply etched into his mind.

This means one thing: this information at least passed through the hands of Aozaki Touko before being handed over to him by Ryougi Shiki.

Matouchi turned her gaze away, and the fragmented clues in her mind gradually pieced together.

Some things then make sense.

The reason why Orange would leave Ryougi Shiki behind and sneak into the Fuhai Forest inside the Rei Garden alone is perhaps because she had already obtained information about the connection between the spiritual veins and the Fuhai Forest.

In this way, Matouchi's doubts were also resolved—Touko's choice was not a spur-of-the-moment decision, but rather had a clear goal: she wanted to take on the part of the Holy Church that was responsible for the Bubble Illusion.

Therefore, the positioning of Hanseatic League is debatable.

In his letter, Hansa claimed to be neutral and asked him to transfer Roya's information to the church through a contract in exchange for information about Fuhailin.