Magician in Type-Moon

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That's too thorough. Even if a person dies, the records and traces on their body remain on their corpse.

However, if one did not examine the corpse's appearance, it would be impossible to identify the man in front of them.

It was impossible to tell that the man was named Xuanwu Gaoyue.

Perhaps it would be more appropriate to call this man "Cemetery" now.

However, now is not the time to think about this. As for why we didn't use the Twisted Eye to deal with this "corpse" immediately...

That's because Matouchi had already tried it.

invalid--

No, it cannot be said to be invalid.

However, before the twisting spiral reached him along the fixed axis and the axis of rotation, the twisting had already affected the man in front of him.

But the force of the spiral was instantly stretched across the land, the tombstones, and even the air.

In other words, to eliminate this "corpse," the cemetery must first be destroyed.

In terms of counteracting relationships alone, this thing was probably prepared by Araya Souren for Ryougi Shiki... something that counters the Mystic Eyes...

"It feels a bit like, 'Senior, I have an appointment today, can you cover for me at this job?'"

Chapter 323 The Garden of Sinners (Part 4)

"The dead have come back to life here."

"The history of this place is enhanced."

“A spiritual seed has been born in this place.”

"here......"

A series of sounds rolled out from the throat of the corpse named "Xuanwu Gaoyue".

The rhythm produced by syllables blends harmoniously into the rules of the world.

The concept of mystery has been reactivated.

As the old voice resounded, the space underwent a strange change.

The human bones buried deep beneath the soil swayed.

The bones seemed to be manipulated by invisible threads, floating up and assembling together.

One after another, the skeletal soldiers rose up, each wielding a weapon made of the same skeletons—some swords, some spears, and some bows and arrows.

The moment the skeleton soldiers turned towards Matou Ike, Matou Ike instinctively chose the optimal solution for a magician to deal with evil spirits.

The Necromantic school's magic—Dispel the Dead.

"Souls of the dead, return to the abyss of the underworld. Lord of shadows, in accordance with my will, scatter all spirits here. In the name of death, I command you to retreat!"

In a state of high-speed chanting, a full-coverage resistance ring composed of spiritual flames spreads outward from the center of Matou Pond.

But the expected outcome did not actually happen in this world.

The magic trick performed based on the concept of restraint did not yield significant results.

The transparent and colorless flame-shaped spirit ring seemed to have failed to make the correct judgment when it passed by these skeletal soldiers, thus ignoring them.

It's like a storm blowing across a still lake, but it only creates ripples.

Is necromancy failing to detect the undead?

Or perhaps these things in front of us aren't even the undead?

At the same time, a different question suddenly popped into Matou Ike's mind—

Why would you find something like this in a cemetery behind a Catholic school?

They were mostly ancient soldiers, as evidenced by the equipment made from bones.

If that's the case, then what are these?

Suddenly, Matouchi looked in the direction of Genki Satsuki and noticed the difference in the laws that the walking corpse had just chanted.

History is enhanced.

So these things are—

Matouchi activated his Deconstruction Mystic Eyes to carefully observe the structure of these skeletal soldiers.

Servant?

No, more like a defeated follower.

It is a rhythm that deceives the world, injected into a recording tape engraved in space, and barely formed into a soldier-like shape using bones as a medium... Ah, this is simply a failure of the Servant.

Therefore, it is understandable that they possess such unusual abilities.

Its speed was like that of a wild beast, and its killing intent and movements were cold and sharp.

I see. Rather than calling them magicians' familiars, it would be more appropriate to call them the failures of their users.

This simplifies things considerably; it simply transforms the battle of concepts into a dispensable war of attrition.

However, getting bogged down in such a battle would undoubtedly delay things considerably and consume a lot of magic power.

Is this Araya Sōren's strategy?

It's really simple and unpretentious.

Thinking this, Matou Ike then turned his gaze back to the skeletal soldiers who had surged forward and were rushing towards him.

He kept repeating a single word.

"distortion"

......

My five senses were almost completely blurred, except for the surging scent that clung to the depths of my nasal cavity.

The lingering smell of decaying weeds and water was so strong that even the throat that inhaled the air felt like it was about to rot from the miasma.

Ryougi Shiki, carrying a heavy backpack and holding the over 500-year-old Kujikansada in her left hand, followed the spider doll's steps forward.

Sweat-dampened hair clung to his forehead, and the glasses that had been hanging on his head had been removed sometime earlier.

With a casual chop, Ryougi Shiki cleaved through the demonic tree branch blocking her chest and charged forward.

She wields a samurai sword with ease despite her petite frame, a weapon that seems difficult to wield in the forest.

It was as if those were toys she had known since childhood; the knife suited the young girl perfectly.

Despite the weight of the bundle on her back, Ryougi Shiki's speed was still quite impressive.

The arc drawn by the nine characters collided with the straight-line attack launched by the eerie tree demon catalyzed within the demonic forest at an astonishing speed.

Unlike many magicians or warriors, Ryougi Shiki only needs to aim at a point or line and swing her sword to finish the job.

The tree spirits blocking the way silently lowered their bodies.

Perhaps realizing that Ryougi Shiki was not an opponent that could be easily defeated, even so, its next change was beyond imagination.

The tree spirits' limbs split further, producing sharp blades.

Not just the limbs.

Even the mutated human faces suddenly cracked open and grew more eyes.

The three heads and six arms are a manifestation of divinity's "all-encompassing vision and all-encompassing attainment." It seems that the deity who obtained the "fruit" of the principle instilled divinity into these creatures who were treated as cannon fodder.

It's absolutely outrageous; the only word to describe it is extravagance.

Although Ryougi Shiki had made a boast—

"I'll kill anything that's alive, even if it's a god."

But after experiencing such changes, he still sighed helplessly.

Ryougi Shiki raises the Nine-Character Sword and begins to counter the Six Sharp Blades, which no longer maintain a human form and resemble a spider or mantis.

Three times of fighting.

Eight moves.

—I reached the seventeenth time in one go.

The increased range of hands, feet, and vision brought about changes in the battle situation, and the divine blessing also multiplied speed and strength, but these were not the most important factors.

Instead, the number of the originally messy Death Lines has become constant at two to three due to the increased mystery.

Things that could normally be killed simply by striking based on instinct now require careful consideration and deliberation during battle.

"If only Matou were here to provide some enhancement magic."

Ryougi Shiki cursed inwardly at this guy who was always shirking responsibility.

Although she didn't say it, she knew how useful Matou Ike's enhancement magic was—it could make her sword sharper, her steps faster, and even subtly change her sense of time.

Unfortunately, all those advantages no longer exist, and she can only rely on herself now.

However, the thought only flashed through her mind for a moment before she suppressed all other thoughts.

In battle, there is no room for any unnecessary thoughts.

The fierce battle between the two sides shook the forest trees, scattering green leaves.

The leaves were also cut off one after another, and the trails of the sharp blades appeared on the white mist.

She swung her wrist, the blade slicing precisely into the target's joint, but the monster twisted its body before breaking and lunged again. The blade flashed coldly, approaching her face like a whirlwind.

"Tsk...what a hassle."

She suddenly lowered her center of gravity, and with a flash of light, she swept her hand back, severing the approaching claws in one strike, while simultaneously dodging past them at lightning speed.

The branches and vines fell to the ground like puppets with broken strings, but before they hit the ground, their bodies were quickly swallowed up by the decaying mist and turned into nothingness.

Chapter 324 The Garden of Sinners (Part 5)

Words repeated over and over will turn into curses.