Magician in Type-Moon

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This presents an opportunity for Matouike.

A very tempting opportunity.

Even knowing it's a trap, there's an opportunity that you can't resist.

"I feel like these guys are looking down on me a bit..."

.........

"Your judgment seems to be flawed," Ye Jie Zhu Yin said coldly.

Kiz slowly put down his teacup, slightly raised his brows, his gaze seemingly piercing through her words, and said in a deep voice:

"You mean the guy who stole your divine body? I don't think I made any mistake."

"But we still haven't found any trace of him."

Kiz smiled slightly, as if he had heard a boring joke.

"If you didn't find it, you didn't find it." He leaned back in his chair, his hands folded in front of his chest. "Anyway, once the ritual is started, your god, whether it's linked to my disciple or to that child, won't let go of its original divine body."

He paused, the smile on his lips still lingering, "No matter how powerful my acquaintance in the Age of Gods is, he can't stop your divine body from flying back on its own."

Zhu Yin remained silent for a moment, her gaze sharp as a knife.

She didn't immediately refute, but instead cast her gaze into the distance, as if deep in thought.

She knew that Kiz's words were not entirely without merit.

She only took such a dangerous step because she accepted the other party's suggestion.

But the problem is, who can grasp and control this "linking" process? If it were her, Zhu Yin would have no doubts.

But the child that Kiz mentioned made her feel vaguely uneasy.

The children here refer to the prisoners brought in by the Imperial Magic Guild, who wanted to exchange Bai Ruolong with the Night Raiders family.

"Was that guy also a product of your plan?" Zhu Yin asked slowly, her voice low and cold.

Kiz's eyes flickered slightly, but the smile on his lips remained. He leaned back in his chair, his tone still relaxed:

"Not entirely, but I couldn't make something like that on my own. It was the result of a joint effort with the Atlas Court and the Mountain Court."

As soon as he finished speaking, the black box placed in front of the two men emitted a strange rhythm.

"Oh dear, it seems my disciples are getting impatient, haha."

Kiz's laughter seemed to be a silent acknowledgment of all this, his tone carrying an undisguised excitement and anticipation.

Ye Jie Zhu Yin looked at the man in front of her with a headache:

"Let's begin then..."

..........

In the pitch-black space, Bai Ruolong looked up at the sky.

No, that's not right. I'm not even sure if saying "above ground" is accurate.

Because gravity does not exist here, up and down are illusory concepts.

"……hateful."

Very rarely, the man wavered.

He noticed a strange change happening inside his body.

Even the nerves (passes) that they themselves were unaware of were connected.

Like a tumor growing deep inside his body, it eroded his inner walls.

Even if Bai Ruolong's spiritual defenses are strong, she cannot resist if energy is directly extracted from her spiritual core.

Structurally, it resembles a backdoor hidden within a supercomputer hub. Moreover, the permissions for this backdoor are set above its own.

There should only be one person in the world who can do this.

"You old bastard, are you really trying to betray me?"

The young man murmured.

"Akiyoshi".

A voice rang out.

The sound was unusually loud, yet it sounded like some kind of ancient song.

There was nowhere to go in this pitch-black space, and the sound reverberated throughout everything within it.

The sound rang out again, this time with blood splattering onto the young man's chest.

A gash was cut open in his chest, as if some unseen tool had forcibly removed his ribs.

“Ugh…ah…!”

At this moment, Ruolong let out a painful sound.

The ribs were removed like blooming flowers.

"Brubu (Shake it)"

The sound rang out again.

It wasn't just one person's voice.

This is the voice of the group.

"Brubu (Shake it)"

With the incantation, Ruolong's ribs were peeled open.

Even the muscles on their ribs were scraped off.

"Aa ...

The sounds of muscles being torn apart and bones being shattered seemed to continue forever.

Soon after, in this pitch-black space, a heart connected by blood vessels emerged.

Chapter 384 Matou Pond vs. God of Wealth (4k)

As the ceremony began, the last rays of the setting sun disappeared below the horizon.

Finally, some afterglow remained near the mountaintop.

You can also see it from the sacred fence.

The wind got stronger.

The wind blew downwards with a whooshing sound, making the mountains and forests seem to sway.

Standing before the divine fence were only Ye Jie Zhu Yin and Xue Xin.

The other followers were spaced forty paces apart, forming a concentric circle. The followers on the outermost edge also maintained a distance of forty paces from each other, forming an even larger concentric circle.

From an aerial view, it appears as if a double ring has been drawn with Shenli and Zhuyin at the center.

The circle of humanity.

Similar circuits exist in Western magic rituals, but in this case, it's not just a matter of connecting circuits. The masked magicians, their individual personalities erased, become circuits in name only.

It's more accurate to call them programmers and computers than an orchestra and conductor.

Zhu Yin smiled gently.

"Today, I, a sorcerer, am going to die."

Judging from her tone, she seemed to be genuinely happy.

"Ah, it's so good to die this way. It's so good to end this way. I never thought I could have such a happy ending."

Pick up the mask in front of you with your hand.

It was a woman's face.

Wear the mask.

Suddenly, Zhu Yin herself seemed to change (inner self). The aura emanating from her thin body was less like that of a human and more like that of some kind of natural being.

The mask was made by her son.

Zhu Yin wouldn't reminisce about the person she hadn't seen for years. She didn't have that kind of leisure. During the execution of this ritual, she had to become a cog in the machine that made the spell work.

I cut my little finger with a knife.

The blood that dripped from the fingertips entered the black box.

The box is vibrating.

The box vibrated more and more intensely.

The box, vibrating at its maximum frequency, caused ripples on the ground it was in contact with, and then melted.

It is as if it were born in a black pool.

The ground in front of the shrine was painted a smooth black. It was a shiny black, enough to reflect a person's face.

"Do they call this the Star Realm in the West?"

As if suddenly remembering something, Zhu Yin, who was wearing a mask, murmured.

A shadow emerged from the darkness on the ground.

That is the shadow of a girl.

That being quickly took on a three-dimensional outline, transforming into the appearance of Yakiyo.

It was still pitch black.

It's like a three-dimensional shadow.

Moreover, Akira's hair was remarkably long.

Originally, the longest part of my hair would only reach my shoulders, but now it has grown to the length of my ankles.

"Akira, are you awake?"