Magician in Type-Moon

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Orange simply nodded in response; the battle situation within the illusion was quite clear.

Although it's not a one-sided situation, if it's only at this level, there's indeed no way to successfully defeat that kind of existence.

"If that's the case, even if I cooperate with you, you old dog, there's not much I can do, since you only have a tiny bit of skill in illusion."

Orange took out another cigarette and put it in his mouth.

"Honestly—what you're saying is truly disheartening. We're sworn enemies who've fought countless times, and you don't even know my personal legend?"

Francesca Plerati puffed out her cheeks with a "plop," then slapped her hand with a "smack."

At the same time, the zipper protruding from the abdomen of her fifteen-year-old body began to slowly and automatically unzip.

Twisted shadows and filth enveloped the entire body from the abdomen along with the intestines.

Within a few dozen seconds, she transformed into a different demon form.

That is--

It had the same posture as the god in that illusion, hanging high in the sky, only much weaker.

"In the past, the one who was called 'demon' by those people who spoke unkindly... that was me."

"Ah, I see. I had indeed heard rumors about you, you old dog, before. I didn't expect it to be true. Are you an incarnation of Beelzebub? Or do you possess some of Beelzebub's blood?"

Orange looked at the unexpected scene with slight surprise, then exhaled a smoke ring.

"You didn't expect that, did you? With this kind of posture, although I can't help you kill that person, I can still take away a portion of the divinity transmitted from outside the planet and weaken His power."

Aozaki Touko ignored most of what was said and focused on analyzing the current situation.

Something to weaken Beelzebub's power is indeed what we need right now, but cooperating with this thing in front of us...

And if she were to obtain information about Beelzebub's divinity, then...

However, just as Orange was about to bring it up, Francesca spoke first:

“That’s right. If I were to obtain that power, it wouldn’t be very advantageous for you. So I can sign a self-mandatory petition, which will put your mind at ease, right?”

A self-imposed essay contest?

Aozaki Touko's expression finally changed. If this old dog in front of her was really willing to sign that contract, it was indeed worth a try.

Even if Francesca could find some loopholes in the text of the contract.

However, Orange had previously captured quite a few bodies that this guy had used.

With this connection, coupled with his self-imposed writing contest, even if the contract has loopholes, this guy can't cause any trouble.

It's like handing over your secret to Orange.

only...

Why did she do this?

Was it merely for Beelzebub's partial divinity?

There's no need to go that far.

Orange herself could even use this forced writing contest and those bodies to seize that divinity for herself.

so...

"What's your purpose?"

"There's no purpose to it. Preventing that person's appearance in the world was one of the terms of the deal between me, the Mage's Association, and the Holy Church. In other words, I've already achieved my goal. Now I'm just here to clean up the mess caused by this result."

Francesca accepted everything without a second thought, bursting into laughter. But there was another reason she didn't mention—

She was asked to help out here, by her master's master.

The chaos they caused was so great that even the magician who had been staying in the tower was somewhat dissatisfied.

Although she still really wanted that person to be born into the world.

However, Aozaki Touko was also aware of this situation.

The guy in front of me might have been the mastermind behind this whole thing from the very beginning, trying to steal the "method of summoning Heroic Spirits".

"So your ultimate goal is to acquire the Third Law?"

"As expected of a member of a mage's family, they can see right through my thoughts."

Francesca continued with a smile:

"But that's not right. I know I don't have that talent. I just want to drag the Third Method down to the level of magic."

After hearing the girl's words, Aozaki Touko seemed to want to say something, but she frowned and remained silent.

However, Francesca made her unspoken words clear.

"Why the third magic, right? The third magic is nothing compared to other magic. The first, second, and fourth magics all have very practical abilities, while the third magic has only shown the function of summoning heroic spirits so far."

"But this way, heroic spirits can descend to earth on a large scale. Isn't that interesting? You think so too, right? After all, you should have already recorded the figure of that heroic spirit just now."

Francesca revealed a smile different from her previous innocent and naive one, a mature and alluring one, before continuing to speak:

"Of course, magic that humans can reproduce is good. However, it's better if there is no magic that defines the limits of humanity. I firmly believe this, and I also believe that the very nature of humanity is to foolishly challenge that barrier."

"It's something only a hedonist like you would do."

Orange sighed and said, "To be honest, I'm already a little tired."

Lately, everything has been just a series of troublesome things.

......

Deadline—

I saw it.

Cut off!

Having mastered this inhuman body, Ryougi Shiki has gone from being unfamiliar with it at the beginning to moving quite smoothly now.

Despite feeling the debuff called hunger, the knife in his hand did not pause for a moment.

Medea behind them was the same.

However, after the fierce battle, Ryougi Shiki began to feel somewhat confused about the current situation.

If the deity previously relied solely on the automatic defenses of the ritual link in the face of their attacks, it could be said that He didn't take them seriously.

But now, a small portion of the passageways that supported the gradual manifestation of this deity have been cut off, yet He remains unmoved by them.

This is completely unreasonable.

Even the true god of the morning star wouldn't be this arrogant, would he?

So what is He waiting for?

Chapter 354 The Garden of Sinners (Thirty-Five)

The slightly restless atmosphere was suppressed by the filthy and ominous undercurrent.

Strange chewing sounds occasionally drifted from the void.

The space, which should have been tranquil, was torn into eerie and unsettling fragments.

An invisible sense of oppression permeated the entire hall, with black magic supporting the ceiling lamps, like the claws of a demon gripping the sky.

The flickering lights cast irregular shadows, reflecting on the walls and floors inlaid with intricate patterns, making this luxurious hall seem like a hellish illusion.

The chewing sounds grew clearer, like some invisible monster devouring something unseen.

The sound echoed intermittently, as if from another world, sending chills down one's spine. At times, the sound was soft, like a whisper; at other times, it was violent, like sharp teeth cutting through hard bone.

In this oppressive atmosphere, every ray of light and every shadow seemed to carry unfathomable intentions, attempting to devour the reason of all living things.

In the very center of the hall was a long table adorned with various chaotic atmospheres.

Its surface is as smooth as a mirror, yet it faintly glows with a blood-red light, as if countless souls are lurking on its surface.

In the very center of the long table sat a huge metal cup, from which a dark red liquid poured out, gradually gathering into a thin stream of blood that meandered down to the ground.

Wherever the blood flowed, the black magical patterns seemed to come alive, spreading rapidly and binding the entire hall like a spider web.

Matouchi glanced around the entire hall and slowly walked forward.

As he approached the long table, the surrounding magical energy seemed to sense his presence and retreated, making way for him.

The chair prepared for him was covered with deep purple velvet and emitted a faint, eerie glow, as if inviting him to sit down.

Matou Ike lowered his head slightly, glanced at the chair, and showed no emotion whatsoever.

Then, he reached out and gently pulled back the chair. With a slight rubbing sound, the chair slid back silently, as if responding to his movement.

He slowly sat down, sinking deep into the seat.

A human face is reflected in Matou Pond's line of sight.

Sometimes he is male, sometimes he is female.

Sometimes he is an old man, sometimes a child.

Sometimes he is muscular, sometimes he is obese.

Sometimes he is a saint, sometimes a murderer.

Sometimes he's a magician, sometimes a priest.

Various factors such as race, gender, age, physique, clothing, personality, and occupation are constantly changing.

The final image shows a strange woman wrapped in black silk.

No, we can't rush to make a judgment like that.

But one thing is certain: the creature staring intently at him must be that old acquaintance he had met in his dream—

Beelzebub, the king of hell.

"You seem to be awake? Would you like to eat something first?"

Despite being a being from mythology, the first words he uttered sounded like the most natural greeting between old friends.

Just like a person.