Magician in Type-Moon

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"Hehe, it seems things aren't looking too good."

Francesca Plerati, along with Aozaki Touko, had somehow arrived at a corner of this land where the gods had descended.

Compared to Francesca's relaxed expression, Orange's expression was somewhat serious.

As a Grand Magician, she understood what was happening the moment she saw the scene.

She even felt it was a miracle that Ryougi Shiki and Matou Pond could persist for so long under such circumstances.

The wind, slashing downwards from the heavens, tears the air apart with each gust, releasing shockwaves.

In her view, it was an overwhelming battle.

In the past, she would have already prepared to run away.

But even if she were to join them now to assist Ryougi Shiki and the others, it would only be a drop in the ocean.

"According to the contract, it's time for you to make your move."

Orange grabbed Francesca by the collar, who seemed ready to run away, and pulled her from behind to the front.

Francesca frantically waved her fists and said with the orange:

"Hey, hey, hey, I'm backing out, okay? Scarlet Sister of Pain. This kind of thing can overwhelm us just by sheer numbers. I don't care if we die, but I still really love this body!"

"Heh, old dog, it seems you haven't figured anything out yourself before getting involved in this mess. But you've already signed the contract, so now go and put yourself to use!"

Orange swung her arm and threw the wicked brat, who looked only fifteen years old, into the vortex of magic.

Chapter 356 The Garden of Sinners (Thirty-Seven)

Beyond the physical body, the battle between consciousnesses.

What is being compared is merely the base number of the two parties' consciousness entities.

And the original characteristics engraved on consciousness.

Perhaps there is also an understanding of the degree to which one's own consciousness is constructed.

Therefore, constructing ourselves is the most important thing now.

Given Matou Ike's current abilities, the abilities he can construct most quickly are magic casting and insect control as an insect user.

These are all quite practical methods, but...

Matou Ike turned around and looked at the figure that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

He had very little information about the enemy before him.

The power that can be gleaned from myths and legends throughout history—

The Lord of Heaven, the King of Flies, the Demon who causes disease, the King of Ghosts, the Sun God, the King of the Dung Hill, the Fallen One...

Even in Greek mythology, it represents a "secret" existence, and the name of the great god Zeus also carries the concept of "one who avoids flies".

That's why Matou Ike complained earlier that He might be taking things a little too seriously.

But the most important point now is that this malevolent god has never been subject to any concept of restraint in the anecdotes about Him.

Perhaps there is one—

God.

In the war of the fallen gods, His army of hell was utterly crushed by God when it invaded heaven.

Even its once-existing pair of wings were forcibly torn off.

But that person and Matou Ike are completely unrelated.

I don't know if converting to a church still works now.

Unfortunately, Matou Ike was an unbeliever, which was considered even worse than heresy in the Holy Church.

It's unlikely that even God would lend him a hand.

Just as Matou Ike was constructing abilities from his consciousness using the fantastical characteristics inherent in his "origin".

When that beautifully sculpted, devilishly handsome face instantly came into view, Matou Ike felt a force pulling at him.

He immediately fell forward, landing on Beelzebub's plate from the table.

During this process, he tried to control himself, but he was powerless to do so.

This is because it is the power of the entire space, originating from the ritual field of an extra-human god who manipulates the authority of consciousness.

He once said that this is now His domain.

Matou Ike's thoughts shifted, and looking at the sharp fangs that were getting closer and closer, he barely managed to raise his hand and snap his fingers.

Snapped!

The first step is to reconstruct one's own consciousness into the existence of a demonic worm.

Magical growth catalysis!

Breaking free from the cocoon to become a butterfly—no, breaking free from the maggot to become a fly!

The unique compound eye structure, found only among flies, divides Matouchi's line of sight into countless independent optical systems.

Immediately afterwards——

"distortion!"

The axis of rotation is established from countless independent lines of sight, from every pixel of the entire ceremonial venue.

The red and green spirals began to spin wildly, like a blender.

turn around.

turn around.

The world turns and turns again.

It broke through the dikes and rushed out.

Clashing bricks, ruined seats, retrograde light, shattered glass, and handleless doors.

The art of mother-of-pearl inlay is so subtle that it develops from within the eyeball, transforming curses into blessings within the unattainable laws.

Turn the whole world upside down, shatter it, and twist it!

We must address the constraints that affect our consciousness at their root.

The entire space collapsed into a transparent divine vortex.

This is the power left behind by the evil god Cthulhu, although it is temporarily controlled by this "master of the heavens".

But this is also part of the vulnerability.

If Beelzebub wanted to use the authority of this evil god to control Matouike, he had to preserve its divinity.

Anything that is good can also become bad.

The vortex extended countless tentacles, frantically pounding the surroundings, overturning broken tiles, and destroying the mottled long table.

Of course, Matouchi was not spared from the disaster either.

This is a way of playing the table-flipping game.

But it's okay, at least now I'm able to breathe again, instead of being unable to breathe.

Using the force of the tentacle slapping against her, Matou Ike retreated rapidly backward, falling from the layers of consciousness mist into other worlds of consciousness.

......

Francesca twisted her body desperately in mid-air, as if protesting against Aozaki Touko on the ground.

But the protests were in vain.

During the process of flinging her away, Orange used a simplified version of the "Orange Flying Technique".

Meanwhile, Ryougi Shiki and Medea in another corner also noticed this sudden scene.

Although I don't understand what happened.

But their support efforts never stopped.

Ryougi Shiki took the initiative, her movements swift and decisive. Her powerful leg muscles unleashed a chilling force on the ground, and with a muffled crack, her body leaped into the air like an arrow.

At that moment, her figure transformed into a blurry black shadow, slicing through the raging air currents with the sharpness of a knife.

The magical mass in the air, like a falling meteor, glowed with an ominous dark purple light and carried a destructive wave as it hurtled towards the struggling Francesca.

"ha--!"

Ryougi Shiki suddenly swung her long blade, the edge precisely cutting into the core of that magical energy, the powerful shockwave almost knocking her body away.

However, with perfect control over the force, Ryougi Shiki quickly adjusted her posture in mid-air, turning the impact into her own advantage, and flipped in mid-air, swirling down like a dragon.

Seeing this, Medea quickly drew several runes in the air with her hands, and a thick barrier suddenly unfolded, blocking all the shockwaves and magical aftershocks around Ryougi Shiki, ensuring that she could land safely.

Ryougi Shiki landed steadily and slid smoothly to Orange's side, her deep blue eyes still flashing with an undiminished fighting spirit.

She was slightly out of breath, and pointed the Broken Blade in her hand at Francesca, who was still entangled in mid-air:

"What's going on with that guy?"

“She is our assistant…” Orange replied simply, her tone calm.

She didn't explain much, but instead focused on the next steps.

Ryougi Shiki raised an eyebrow, puzzled but choosing to trust Touko's judgment for the time being.

Orange calmly raised her hand, her fingertips drawing several complex runes in the air.

Accompanied by her whispered incantation, magical inscriptions floated out from behind her like a river, the radiant traces of the characters forming an intricate array in the air.

The magical inscription hidden in the space behind it was resummoned.

Instantly, a blazing beam of light shot out from the orange's magic mark, striking Francesca precisely in mid-air.

She, who was still struggling, suddenly stiffened.

The beam of light, like an invisible chain, pierced through her body.