Magician in Type-Moon

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"Twistrate it, twist it, twist it, twist it..."

The green and red spirals, following Matouchi's gaze, were fixed one by one onto the skeletal body of the failed user, Failed Creation.

The distortion, like invisible ripples, spread through the air. The skeletal soldiers surging before them seemed to sense something amiss, yet they were already powerless to halt their charge—

They are bound by some "command" of the world, mechanically repeating endless attacks.

The incantation at Matouchi Pond accumulated like dripping water, splashing into the void and permeating every inch of the air in this cemetery.

Green and red light swirled in his demonic eyes, and the spiral shape gradually became clear.

Red indicates left rotation, green indicates right rotation.

The skeleton soldier's limbs froze for a moment under the spiraling force, as if trapped in an invisible spider web.

Then, their bones began to bend unnaturally. Joints dislocated, and the skeletons pressed against each other, emitting a piercing cracking sound.

Under this cursed power, some skeletons grew extra limbs wildly, transforming into deformed monsters with many legs like spiders.

Others, however, collapsed in the ever-expanding distortion, scattering into unrecoverable fragments, turning into meaningless skeletons.

The incantation continued to drip, like the last few drops of rain that could crush the world.

"Twist it, twist it, twist it..."

Matou Ike murmured, his eyes slightly narrowed as he watched each skeleton crumble.

All those he targeted were inevitably caught in this swirling fate, and even the smallest bone fragment could not escape the final disintegration.

In the vast space of the cemetery, a large number of skeletons are now scattered everywhere.

Moreover, it wasn't just one or two skeletons; the number of human bones was so large that there must have been dozens or even hundreds. Looking around, the ground was covered with human bones, and there was nowhere to even stand.

Just then, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of something unusual in the mist. Xuanwu Gaoyue was still standing there motionless, her empty body seemingly supported by some unseen force, while a hoarse, incomprehensible incantation continued to emanate from her throat.

"The fantasy here has been enhanced."

Xuanwu Gaoyue's whispers were like an echo from the abyss, striking the air and vibrating like a drumhead.

The fog in the entire cemetery stirred and churned under his words, like creatures trapped in a nightmare.

The scattered bone fragments began to recombine in reverse.

The broken limbs and wrecked weapons were no longer just useless scraps, but were reconstructed in a bizarre order.

The bone fragments seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, slowly floating in the air, like magnets attracting each other, randomly piecing together into even stranger shapes.

After being reconstructed, the enormous skeletal monster stood like a statue amidst the mist.

They have lost all human features, transforming into bizarre, twisted colossal structures, layered with countless white bones. The gaps between the bones seem to pulsate, each vibration emitting a low, resonant sound, like the murmurs of countless dead.

"This is troublesome." Matou Ike frowned.

The repetitive work is being done again.

Matou Ike's eyes burned with a spiraling light of interwoven red and green, and the curse, like a winch, precisely locked the head and left foot of the skeletal behemoth as the axis of rotation.

The spiraling force suddenly twisted, and space seemed to emit a teeth-grinding cracking sound.

click-

Its head and left leg were twisted off in that instant, as if the entire skeleton of the monster had lost its support.

The skeletal megastructure shook violently, and its enormous body collapsed like a mountain crumbling.

The scattered bone fragments fell in an irreversible trajectory, crashing to the ground with a dull yet sharp cracking sound.

However, this was not the end—the bone fragments seemed to be cursed with some kind of eternal motion, and began to reorganize themselves the moment they hit the ground.

The broken fragments twisted and grew, forming new, jagged limbs that intertwined and pressed together like vines, and surged toward Matou Pond like a tide.

Skeleton soldiers appeared one after another from the areas swept by Matou Pond.

The more skeleton soldiers you defeat, the more they seem to appear.

Perhaps it's because we've been facing this situation ever since the start of the battle.

"This is never going to end! I've had enough of this cycle! It's unbearable!"

The mana that should have been the source of this cemetery should have been drained by that demonic forest, so why are the demonic powers of these minions still so abundant? Where does their magical power come from?

His gaze instantly locked onto "Mysterious Mist Moon" not far away. That corpse, which had already assimilated into this cemetery—could it be the source?

"Magic Eye·Still."

Without hesitation, Matou Ike switched her Mystic Eyes to Limit Mode and poured a large amount of magic power into them.

The green and red spirals pause on a cross-section of time, like an image frozen in the air.

Every bone fragment and connection point of the colossal skeletal structure before them was forced into absolute stillness.

Its inertia, constantly impacting Matou Pond, caused its entire structure to be smashed onto the murder weapon known as the earth.

At this moment, Matou Ike began loading the magic bullets.

The multi-combination magic circle is complete, and the large-scale magic project with more than three sections is complete.

"Assemble - engrave, exchange numerical patterns."

Matou Ike revealed her right arm, and the glowing crest immediately became visible.

It aimed at the target 30 meters away.

This is neither Project One nor Project Two, but a magical compression of Project Three or more.

A simple attack using the collection and generation of this ether could unleash a force equivalent to ten tons.

If this is processed using magic marking, and their effects are multiplied and then fired, it's not impossible to reduce the colossal skeletal structure in front of us to dust.

Without hesitation, Matou Ike pulled the trigger with his right hand.

"Magic bullet form, surgical projection—circuit, fire...!!!"

Matouchi's final shout was just as resolute.

The etheric bullet he fired sent ashes flying, and he himself was propelled a short distance by the recoil.

The Hanseatic League was overwhelmed by a powerful attack.

The target was not wrong.

Instead, they targeted the Hanseatic League from the very beginning.

Genmu Satsuki, as the Book of False Gods, is not a regular magician, but an abnormal being.

His ancestors and parents were not magicians, but rather individuals with a genetic mutation similar to Ryougi Shiki.

Just like Ryougi Shiki, who can do nothing but kill things, he can only speak words.

However, he himself does not possess the abilities of a magician.

Therefore, it could not possibly be him who supplies the magic to the ritual site of this cemetery.

So who is the person present who can serve as the source of magic?

It could only be the Hanseatic League, who are also living beings here, sipping coffee and watching the fun.

Although Hanseatic was not a magician, as an agent of the Church, he exercised the unique foundation of the Church and acted on behalf of God.

If it is a cyborg that has been sanctified by the church, then it must have a source of magic that enables it to move.

"Have you been misleading us from the start? Hansa, are you really a clergyman of the Holy Church?"

Chapter 325 The Garden of Sinners (Part 6)

"Damn it, we can't get out of here with just the puppets!"

Orange, panting heavily, leaned against a ditch surrounded by broken gears and springs. Wiping the sweat from his brow, he gritted his teeth and stared at the dense, ant-nest-like barrier of thorns in front of him, cursing under his breath.

Her initial strategy was to use sheer numbers to push the puppets into the node positions, thus recording the spiritual vein points.

Using this tactic to break through those secondary spiritual vein points in the past few days was still feasible.

However, as the spiritual vein nodes were recorded one by one, the implementation of this tactic became increasingly difficult.

First, there's the consumption of puppets. To break through the node guarded by Fu Hailin, a sufficiently large number of puppets need to tear open a gap so that a recording puppet can be sent in.

Although there was one replenishment, the rate of consumption was much, much greater than the amount replenished.

Furthermore, after each node is breached, Fu Hailin will relocate the guarding tree spirits and thorns to other nodes.

This makes each of Orange's intrusions increasingly difficult, and the number of puppets consumed also increases.

As Orange approached the last main node, the forest wall in front of her was now impenetrable thanks to the blessing of the spiritual veins. Tree spirits and thorns intertwined to form an unbreakable barrier, so strong that not even a fly could get through.

Most importantly, in this war of attrition, only Aozaki Touko is at a disadvantage.

Fuhai Forest possesses the ability to draw upon the Great Source Mana from the underground spiritual veins. Even if it defeats a portion of the forest monsters with a powerful attack, it can quickly repair itself.

Moreover, mystery will yield to a more powerful mystery.

Before assessing whether magic works, the powerful mystery must overwhelm the weak mystery—

This is also a method that Orange used to frequently employ.

But now, she has become the one lifted up on the mysterious scales.

"It's been a long time since I've been this disheveled. In just a few months, I've already damaged two bodies, and I don't know how many are left."

Orange sighed softly, raised her hand and drew several runes in the air. Instantly, blazing flames rose into the air, burning the thorny vines that had been thrust at her to ashes.

The beautiful pupils reflected the flying monster flesh and blood, as well as the broken fragments of ore.

After finishing her task, Orange subconsciously reached into her pocket and pulled out a box of cheap cigarettes. The paper cigarette box, decorated with a yin-yang symbol, was crumpled.

Although inexpensive, it was custom-made for her by a collector in Taiwan. It was a limited edition of only one box and is now discontinued. She only has this one bag left.

She was reluctant to take this "souvenir," but in her terrible mood, she had no choice but to let herself take one out.

He took out a Zippo lighter from his pocket and lit it.

"A taste I miss so much."

Smoke rose, carrying a slightly pungent odor. She frowned slightly, letting the smoke swirl around her.

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