I want to just drift through life in Type-Moon.

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Just as he was thinking this, the pursuers behind him suddenly accelerated, clearly launching an attack.

However, he was confident in his Six Paths Vajra Mantra Wheel. When he heard the footsteps, he already knew that the other party was just a horse, and that ordinary beasts could not break through his defenses.

But this world always seems to slap the faces of the arrogant.

"laugh!"

The defense of the Six Paths Vajra Mantra Wheel was instantly broken, and then a black horn pierced through Araya Sōren's chest.

Chapter Thirty-Six: The Pursuers and the Fugitives

"How...is this possible!" Looking at the black horn that had emerged from his chest, Araya Sōren still couldn't quite believe it.

Just as he was about to check with his hand, he was lifted off the ground, heard a horse snort behind him, and was then thrown around twice before being violently slammed into a tree.

The sharp horn pierced the tree trunk, pinning him firmly to the tree.

After being pierced by the horn, the six Vajra mantra wheels surrounding him flashed twice before stopping and then dissipating.

Araya Sōren felt the flow of magic power within his body completely disrupted, making it impossible for him to circulate magic power. Only then did he realize what had pierced his body.

It was a unicorn horn, a being nearly as mysterious as his Six Paths Vajra Mantra Wheel, which is why his defense was broken by a single point.

He never imagined that even this kind of illusionary species, which had completely disappeared from the world and represented holiness, would become Nero Chaos's familiar.

Even more unexpectedly, the unicorn that Nero Chaos transformed into a familiar, with its incredibly sacred horn, became a weapon that was a real headache for magicians.

But Araya Sōren did not give up the struggle. He could not use magic, but he still had a well-trained body that far surpassed that of ordinary people.

He braced his hands against the tree and exerted force so hard that the veins on his hands and neck bulged out, creating a small gap between his body and the tree trunk.

Noticing his struggle, the unicorn snorted again and tried to push him back with all four hooves.

"How naive! Even if it's an illusionary species, it's still just a beast!" His hands, which were supporting him on the tree, were already embedded in the trunk. At this moment, he raised his knee and repeated the same trick.

The power behind him increased again, which was exactly what Araya Sōren wanted. All the points of force on his limbs were on the tree, and the tree was bearing the combined power of a unicorn and a magician whose physical abilities were several times greater than those of ordinary people. The result was predictable.

"Click~"

First came a faint cracking sound, which then gradually grew louder.

Realizing something was wrong, the unicorn was about to see what was happening when, at that moment, Araya Sōren suddenly exerted his strength, twisted his body, and the entire tree suddenly broke in half and fell to the left.

The reaction force caused the unicorn to slip and fall to the ground.

"boom!"

The massive impact jolted both the man and the horse. Araya Sōren was prepared before falling, bracing himself against the ground with his hands the instant he landed, thus detaching himself from the unicorn's horn.

Ignoring his injuries, he turned around and, before the unicorn could stand up, clenched his fist and punched it hard into the eye.

one time! Twice! Three times!

Dark flesh and blood were splattered out with his swinging fist, some splashing on him and some on the ground. The stench was nothing like the smell a sacred unicorn should have.

"Hiss—" The unicorn's painful cry echoed through the forest, sounding very mournful.

Araya Sōren stopped, recalling how the three beasts he had killed had turned into liquid black water.

So he didn't kill the unicorn. Instead, as the unicorn thrashed about in pain, he sensed the magic power within it. Although it hadn't fully recovered, it was already usable, so he immediately recited a short incantation.

"Top meridian—"

With his left hand enhanced, he gripped a chopstick and severed the unicorn's limbs. Then, clutching his chest wound, he took a couple of breaths before turning and continuing his escape.

The unicorn's remaining eyes stared intently at the retreating figure, filled with hatred. Then, as if sensing something, that hatred turned into mockery.

A large group of dark shadows flew across the sky.

Araya Sōren hadn't even escaped a hundred meters when he felt a strong killing intent above his head. He looked up at the sky—

The entire sky was covered by wings, with various huge eagles, vultures, kites, hawks, owls, falcons, and more than twenty carnivorous birds of prey circling above his head, all of which were larger than people could imagine.

Among them, the largest was the eagle with a wingspan of over five meters. It was clearly the extinct Hastler's Eagle. Upon seeing this eagle, Huangye Zonglian knew that he could not escape. His magic power was insufficient to deal with these large carnivorous birds.

For bipedal humans, air superiority is an absolute disadvantage without tools.

The reason these birds of prey aren't attacking is simply because this is a forest, which makes it difficult for them to move around.

But as soon as Araya Sōren leaves this forest, these pursuers will pounce on him and tear him to pieces.

He was only five minutes away from the church where he was headed; if he forced his way through, he should be able to reach the rescue in time.

Moreover, as soon as you get close to that place, the church may have noticed something amiss beforehand and sent people to investigate—no, they may have already sent people to investigate.

After thinking it over, he continued running forward, since there was no way back.

Just as he expected, as he rushed out of the woods, the birds of prey swooped down. Araya Sōren knew that the most important battle was about to begin. He dodged most of the attacks by moving in a serpentine manner, but he was still made a mess of things by the sharp claws and beaks.

The limited field of vision prevented him from defending against attacks from blind spots immediately, and although he had stopped the bleeding from the penetrating wound in his chest with his ability, it still affected the movement of his hands.

He ducked to avoid the gleaming eagle claws that stabbed from the side, but was pecked on the back by a large eagle from behind, tearing out a chunk of flesh.

More and more small wounds appeared, and gradually, his clothes became tattered, and he was covered in blood, looking utterly wretched.

He was still a few hundred meters away from the church. While dodging the attacks, he did not stop. As he got closer and closer to his destination, his will to survive grew stronger.

Suddenly, just as he dodged the attack again, he stumbled, and the enormous Hastell eagle seized the opportunity to swoop down, grabbing his right hand with its talons and then flapping its wings to pull him into the sky.

Other birds of prey seized the opportunity to attack him relentlessly.

"Dai Tian!"

With no other option, he could only exhaust his life force to unleash magic, punching the stomach of the Hastler eagle that had captured him.

However, this Hastler's Eagle was not only huge, but also intelligent as a giant predator. The moment it realized that this attack might kill it, it quickly released its claws and climbed up, causing Araya Sōren's attack to miss.

Araya Sōren stood on the ground again and tried to run away, but it was too late.

They were completely surrounded by wild beasts.

Grizzly bear, brown bear, polar bear;

Lion, tiger, saber-toothed tiger;

Crocodiles, sharks, octopuses;

With the birds in the sky, this scene signifies only one thing:

Araya Sōren took a deep breath and turned to look behind him.

Under the moonlight, Nero Chaos stood there, his eyes filled with icy killing intent.

Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Wrath of the Dead Apostles

"Have they caught up already?" Araya Sōren raised his left hand, assuming a defensive posture.

Fufuaburo Lowen Lowen did not answer, but instead released three special magical beasts from his body.

A sub-dragon species of ground-dwelling dragon.

A creature resembling a hybrid of a scorpion and a crab.

The last one is a three-headed serpent.

These three demonic beasts exuded an overwhelming sense of oppression, and all of them were illusionary species. Even a single one of them might not be able to defeat Araya Sōren in her prime, let alone all three.

"Didn't you say you were letting me leave in the name of the Twenty-Seventh Patriarch?" the monk said.

“That was sworn in the name of Nero Chaos, but I am now Fufuabro Lowen Lowen, and I have already let you go, but I never said I would let you harm Le Zhengling!”

If it were Nero Chaos, he would definitely spout a lot of nonsense, but now he is Fufuabro Lowen Lowen, and his emotional fluctuations are much stronger than those of Nero Chaos in his Chaos state. Therefore, his current rage is beyond even his own control.

The three demonic beasts launched a simultaneous attack on Araya Sōren at a speed exceeding the limits of human vision.

Araya Sōren, whose magic power was insufficient, had no chance to fight back. In an instant, his abdomen was pierced by the scorpion's tail, his legs were bitten off by the dragon's jaws, and finally, his body was tightly wrapped by the snake's body and his bones were crushed. He was also injected with venom by the demon snake.

"What a pity..." The venom took effect quickly, and Araya Sōren's face turned purplish-black, but the tenacious vitality brought by his robust body held on.

Importantly, the relic buried in his left hand prevented him from dying anytime soon.

Fuabro Lowein Lowein stepped forward and looked at the dying man.

"Le Zhengling, is he dead?" As if unaware that it was already noon, Araya Zonglian asked, looking at Fuaburo Lowein Lowein.

Sensing that his question had angered its master, the demonic serpent intensified its strangulation, and the sound of bones shattering echoed from Araya Sōren's body once again.

"Is that so? It seems he's already dead. That's such a shame..." With poisonous blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, Araya Sōren continued speaking without a care.

"...If you'll feel regret, then why kill him?" Fuaburo Loven Loven knew that Araya Sōren didn't have much time left.

"How did you meet him?" Araya Sōren asked, looking up.

“I know his grandfather. I ate a bowl of noodles he made for me the day before yesterday. Both he and his grandfather have been kind to me,” Fuabro Lowe replied indifferently.

"Is it also because of Yue Zhengweng...? That person is indeed amazing. He not only helped me, a human, but also you, a Dead Apostle." Araya Sōren murmured softly.

Upon hearing his words, Fuabro Loween Loween, enraged, grabbed him by the neck and pulled him from the snake's body. "Since you know his grandfather and have received favors from him, why did you lay a hand on his grandson!"

"I never expected that you... a vampire who sees humans as... food, would actually... care about a human." Araya Sōren looked at him with a hint of surprise.

“I admit I almost killed him during that chaotic period, but that’s why I care about him so much now that I’m acting rationally!” Fuabro Loweon Loweon loosened his grip to make it easier for him to speak.

"What an ironic answer. And Yue Zhengling is indeed amazing, managing to get along with an outcast like you. Is it really related to his true origin?"

In fact, Araya Sōren felt a little regretful after learning of Yue Zhengling's death, but this regret was nothing compared to what Yue Zhengling had mastered.

"I'll ask you one more time, why did you kill him!" Fuabro Lowe wanted to get to the bottom of things so he could tell Yue Zhengling the whole story at his grave.

“Because he knows too much.” Araya Sōren simply said this and then shut up.

Upon hearing this reason, Fuaburo Loween frowned. He recalled that Yue Zhengling's last words about why Huangye Zonglian had to die were also because this person knew too much.

"You're puzzled, aren't you?" Araya Sōren saw through the doubt in Fuaburo Loween's heart, and he couldn't help but give him a look that said, "You don't understand anything." "That's because you have no idea of ​​Yue Zhengling's true value."

“I considered mentoring him, but he refused. I know his worth better than you do,” Fuabro Lowe said coldly.

“No, you don’t understand at all. I think the reason you want to turn Yue Zhengling into a vampire is because he can help you suppress your chaotic consciousness, but his value is not in the experience here.” Huangye Zonglian spoke without changing his expression. He was actually stalling for time because he guessed that the church had already made its move.

Upon hearing this, Fuaburo Lowen recalled what Araya Sōren had said after injuring Ryōjō Ryō and fleeing—"I don't know why the Origin Path Awakening Technique has caused a change in you."

"Is this why you used the so-called Origin Awakening Technique on him?" Fuabro Lowen was even more furious, and sensing his anger, all the magical beasts roared in unison.

"He refused my invitation again on his deathbed, saying that he wanted to be himself. This was his choice as a human being, and even death could not affect his will!"

"But you ignored his will, trampled on his wishes, and used the Origin Awakening Technique on him, just because his value lies here?"

“You could say that. Once his origin awakens, and given what he knows, I can reach the Root without breaking a sweat and fulfill my wish. If it were you, you would definitely make the same choice as me, after all, you are also a magician.” Araya Sōren responded to his anger in a very calm tone.

Upon hearing his words, Fuaburo Loween fell silent for a moment, then gave him a disdainful look: "You're wrong, Araya Sōren."

This was the first time he had called out Araya Sōren's name.

"My subject as a magician is the chaos within me that is 'unknown to what it will become.' This small world is comparable to the 'Primordial World.' This chaos is where unknown creatures may be born. This dark chaos, like the system tree on this planet, holds unimaginable potential for upheaval. I absolutely must witness with my own eyes what it will become before I disappear."

"What I'm pursuing isn't some root cause, but rather to witness the outcome of evolution firsthand. And compared to that outcome, the process is exceptionally interesting, so why should I want to get the result all at once?"

"How superficial," Araya Sōren replied with equal disdain.

"And what is your wish?" he asked curiously.

Araya Souren gazed into the distance with unwavering eyes, then said with unusual seriousness, "...Before, I wanted to save all of humanity, but after reading those manuscripts, I want to save the whole world."

Chapter Thirty-Eight: Hand over your head! Bring me your head!

“Just because of this boring, useless, and absurd reason! You’ve ruined his desire to live a peaceful and ordinary life!” Fuabro Loween glared at him with eyes wide with fury.

In truth, he didn't understand why he was so angry at a human he had only met twice. He had killed countless people, yet he felt an unprecedented rage because of Yue Zhengling.

Perhaps it was the bowl of calming noodles that brought him back to his senses, or perhaps it was because both generations of the family were people he got along with very well, that made him care so much about the child after regaining his humanity.

"How long do you think I've lived? How many people have I met? Not a single human being with such unrealistic fantasies as you has ever actually achieved this idiotic ideal." Fuabro's mouth twisted into a hideous grin, his voice filled with rage.

"This goal seems grand! But it is simply impossible to achieve! No matter if they are idealists, pragmatists, great men, or saints, none of them can accomplish this great feat! No matter how much they sacrifice, they will only receive a tragic or hateful ending!"

"Why?" These words seemed very similar to what Yue Zhengling had once said to him.

“Because it is too insignificant.” Fuabro looked at Araya Sōren with pity. “Such a goal is indeed great, but all beings who want to achieve such a goal are too insignificant.”

"People like you are outcasts, rejected by everyone. No matter how much preparation you make, how much you pay, or how much time you spend, your efforts are too insignificant to this world."

If it were anyone else spouting nonsense at him, Araya Sōren would have already refuted them. However, the person in front of him was one of the oldest Dead Apostles, and his words were of great reference value to him. Moreover, Araya Sōren wanted him to continue speaking, as the longer it dragged on, the more advantageous it would be for him.