Magician in Type-Moon

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That fragile line hidden in the illusion appeared so clearly in her vision—it was not real matter, but a rift between existence and concept, the key to this place.

"This is the dead end—"

The Nine-Character Sword spun lightly in her hand, its blade reflecting a cold blue light, flashing like a bolt of lightning slicing through the air.

Her movements were clean and swift, without any unnecessary pauses. With a beautiful flourish of the blade, her figure seemed to merge with the blade, swiftly piercing towards the invisible line of death.

——His!

The sound was as subtle as tearing cloth, as if the void was being forcibly ripped open.

The glass window shattered suddenly under this unseen force, and sharp fragments scattered in the air, dancing like starlight swept by a raging wind, reflecting broken blue light and shadow.

Meanwhile, on the other side of Matou Pond...

Genmu Satsuki simply watched him quietly, as if waiting for him to make a decision.

but......

"Have you found her, Medea?" Matou Ike suddenly spoke, her gaze not meeting Genki Satsuki's, but fixed on her reflection in the glass window.

Medea's voice came from the depths of his heart, her tone tinged with a reluctant urgency: "...Found it. But do you really want to take this path? You know perfectly well that it means—"

Her words trailed off, as if she hesitated about something, but she finally sighed, "Fine, since you want to go, then go... just come back alive!"

"Of course!"

In the next instant, the magic beneath his feet erupted like a tidal wave, creating a distorted ripple, while the Rule Breaker, gleaming with a dark purple light, slashed through the air like lightning.

The boundary node has been projected onto Matouchi's retina by Medea.

The air was torn apart as he sped through the air, and the surrounding space was distorted into mottled patches of color. The boundary node became brighter and brighter in his field of vision, as if it were right next to him.

"Drink—!" With a low shout, he plunged the Rule Breaker into the fragile crevice of that void.

"Crack!" A sound like shattering glass rang out, and the space in front of them cracked open like a mirror, revealing a fissure.

On the other side of that rift, a dark red curtain of sky seemed to be slowly unfolding.

"Hurry in, the node's stability time is limited—!"

"Understood!" Without hesitation, Matou Ike leaped into the air and vanished into the crack in an instant.

Genmu Satsuki stood quietly in place, watching Matou Ike's figure disappear into the crack.

The moment the rift disappeared, the space fell silent again, the surrounding air seemed to freeze, as if nothing had ever happened.

"You're really persistent... Well then, let me remember you..." he murmured, his tone devoid of sarcasm, but rather carrying an elusive quality.

......

"—Athanatoi Ten Thousand!! _The Immortal Ten Thousand Cavalrymen_!!"

A valiant ancient Persian king.

A figure from the fourth century BC.

He is known as the last Persian king of the Achaemenid dynasty.

The Noble Phantasm "Undying Ten Thousand Cavalrymen," born from his life experiences.

Rank: A Type: Anti-Army Noble Phantasm

His wish upon the Holy Grail was to "fight Iskandar again."

He didn't crave a one-on-one duel.

Rather, it was a life-or-death battle between armies—

"■■■■■■■■■■■!! Yearning...craving...war!!!"

A deafening roar echoed through the vast sanctuary, dispelling the surrounding gloom like a whirlwind whipping up dust.

The space suddenly trembled, and a huge pillar of light crashed down from the void, as if tearing apart the boundary between reality and illusion.

Ten thousand skeletal cavalrymen, armed with spears and scimitars and clad in heavy armor, surged out of the pillar of light. Their eyes shone with a scarlet light, as cold and ruthless as the dead, yet they exuded boundless fighting spirit.

They are the Atanatoys – the Immortals.

Elite warriors whose sole purpose in life and death is fighting.

Their armor reflected an eerie glow in the dim light, as if stained with blood that had not dissipated for thousands of years.

At the very forefront of this undead legion—the "War Elephants of Death"

The space of the shrine was clearly no longer able to accommodate such a massive entity.

The ceiling shattered the moment it stepped in, and stones and rubble rained down, but the war elephant paid no heed, crushing everything that stood in its way.

Chapter 343 The Garden of Sinners (Part 24)

Crimson crimson descended from the sky.

Like a shattered, blood-red meteor, it swiftly pierced the dark air.

The azure color followed the red airflow, like a blooming crack, freely traversing the void and easily bypassing everything that stood in its way.

The surrounding scenery blurred, and the barriers of space seemed powerless against this force, with chaos and collapse following one after another.

The azure-colored waves spread through the air, tearing it into countless tiny fragments, and the aura of death permeated the air.

Matouchi's pupils also lit up with a faint light.

This is directed at myself.

But he was not panicked.

Because it possessed the color of garland, and could bring him such a startling death announcement.

One person, one person, one person.

So now all we need to do is—

The Deconstruction Eye began searching for that touch of blue amidst this crimson waterfall.

Silently, a blinding blue light spread from the edge of a shard of broken glass.

It collided with the terrifying crimson that resembled the world itself.

It instantly unleashed an impact no less powerful than thunder.

The deep red "waterfall" resembled a disturbed sea surface, its color dimmed and tinged with blue.

It failed to deceive Matouike's gaze and was quickly cut off by the Garan wave of Ryougi Shiki, breaking into pieces and falling into nothingness.

Just then, Matou Ike soared into the air like a gust of wind, her figure swiftly passing through several red curtains. Her dark blue curly hair danced wildly in the air, the tendrils of her hair rising and falling with the rhythm of the wind.

call out!!--

Matou Ike suddenly clenched her fist, and the magical light on her palm quickly condensed into a form.

The power of magic gathered within him, instantly forming a powerful shockwave.

Beside him, streaks of black ribbons flew out, as if dark shadows extended from his wrists, tearing apart the boundaries of space, bypassing the trajectory of Garan, and flowing upstream.

These jet-black ribbons pierced through the red sky and wrapped around those several arcs of azure light.

Matou Ike is currently using the rhythm generated by Ryougi Shiki's constantly swinging blades to pinpoint her location.

This space must be a partition created by Araya Sōren to divide the Taiji.

To put it in a more easily understandable way, it means—

The otherworld that Matouchi entered and the otherworld that Ryougi Shiki entered present a situation of yin and yang in opposition.

That is, they belong to the two ends of Taiji.

The otherworld where Ryougi Shiki resides, which is the world of Misaya Hijiri, is the World of Life.

The other world where Matouike is located, containing the corpse of Shijou Kirie, is the World of Death.

To strengthen the connection between the two, Araya Sōren used a tai chi spiral to integrate the concepts of the two.

But yin and yang must be separated, hence this red curtain.

Ryougi Shiki was pondering what to do when she found Misaya Hiiro.

When Matouchi failed to arrive, she realized that things seemed to have changed.

The death line on the reflection in the glass gave her the answer.

She had seen this kind of dead end before.

These are dense, spiderweb-like lines that are not intertwined but rather stand independently.

She had only seen this in one person.

That is Matou Pond.

Since there was no other way, we had no choice but to try slashing at it with our swords.

The rest is up to Matou Ike to handle.

With that thought in mind, Ryougi Shiki swung her sword again toward that line of death.

But the next moment.

Ryougi Shiki's movements abruptly stopped, her Kujira Kensuke hovering in mid-air, the blade just a hair's breadth away from the death line.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, the azure light in her pupils slowly receding. She couldn't have been mistaken for the voice just now; it was Matou Ike's voice.

"Stop chopping, or you'll really kill me if you chop me again." The voice carried a hint of teasing.

Ryougi hesitated slightly, but still put down the sword. The line of death still flickered faintly in her vision.

She gently spun the blade back into its sheath, and without hesitation, reached her hand out the window, through the still-lingering crimson ripples.

In an instant, a bone-chilling coldness traveled through my fingertips, as if I had grasped something strange.

However, Ryougi Shiki did not waver; instead, she pulled Matouike towards herself even more forcefully.

With a piercing tearing sound, the deep red ripples outside the window vibrated violently, as if trying to drag him back unwillingly.

"Get in here!" She suddenly exerted her strength, forcefully pulling Matou Ike out of that deep red and into the room.

As the two crossed paths, the previously blurred boundary instantly shattered, turning into countless fragments that scattered in all directions.