Magician in Type-Moon

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This means that the guy who hadn't spoken a word from the very beginning, who was completely wrapped up in a black hooded robe and was suspected to be a Heroic Spirit.

Is he a magician from the same age of gods as his teacher?

Even better...

Matou Ike also noticed the change in Bai Ruolong's expression at this moment, but he had never ignored this guy.

In particular, it was learned from Mushiki that this white-haired, brown-skinned youth was an experiment of the magician of the Wandering Sea.

Perhaps because of their status as experimental subjects, they are naturally a level below magicians.

But he still remembered clearly one phrase that Orange always kept repeating—

"Magicians don't need to be powerful themselves; they can leave that to their familiars."

It was a statement made in jest, but it truly reflects a truth in one aspect of the magic world—

"Anyone can reach the root of the problem."

Therefore, Matou Ike's attention was mostly focused on him.

Mushiki, whose attack failed, quickly used his mysterious strength to break free from the restraints.

"What a cumbersome little trick." She murmured to herself, and in a flash, she used the brief moment to swing her arm in a sharp arc like a shooting star streaking across the night sky.

However, just as her chop was about to strike its target, chains that had spread from Medea's feet suddenly burst forth from the ground, coiling around her attack with the precision of a python seizing its prey.

The sound of metal colliding with flesh was clearly audible, and the chains gleamed coldly, firmly blocking the woman's hand strike.

"Hey, how can an immortal be so rude? No wonder you evolved from a demon into a god."

Medea, who hadn't spoken for a long time, now spoke with a mocking tone, and the chains creaked as they turned slightly with her staff.

"Huh? It's something that died in history long ago, yet it can speak now?"

Mushiki retorted without backing down, her tone sharp and aggressive.

She tilted her head slightly, her golden pupils piercing Medea like needles, an oppressive aura washing over her.

"In history?" Medea sneered, her gaze sweeping over the other woman. "When you say that, don't you take a look at yourself, still resembling a beast? While I may not be qualified to talk about nobility, at least I'm not like you, who hasn't even firmly established himself at the threshold of godhood, is I?"

"Oh? Then I must ask, how can a witch who has been betrayed even by her own country have the face to call herself a heroic spirit in the present world?"

Upon hearing this, Mushiki took a step forward. Her arm instantly unleashed tremendous force, tearing a portion of the chains until they snapped.

Medea was not surprised that Mushiki had discovered her identity, after all, if those eyes were really called 'Fiery Eyes'.

According to the stories passed down in mythology, it should possess the characteristic of 'dispelling illusions'.

However, despite the intense verbal exchange, neither of them had actually gone all out yet.

They simply kept turning back and forth in a cycle of mutual provocation and testing.

Both of them were actually waiting; one was waiting for Bai Ruolong's reaction, and the other was waiting for Matou Chi's instructions.

In this tense atmosphere, Matou Ike leaned leisurely to one side, shifting his gaze from the battle between Medea and Mushiki to the young man named Shiro Rōrō, who had remained silent until now.

"So it was you who abducted the Night Calamity Clan's divine body?"

Matou Ike spoke calmly, but with a clear scrutiny in his eyes. His gaze fell on the unconscious Yoru Akira, then turned to Shiraru.

"The facts are already so clear, why ask again?"

Bai Ruolong's voice was low, but the wariness hidden in her tone could not be concealed.

He slightly raised his chin, staring directly at Matou Ike as if making a declaration.

“Of course we need to confirm the identity of the suspect,” Matou Ike snorted, then added unhurriedly, “After all, in terms of sovereignty, the Yoruichi family has already handed over the ownership of this divine body to me.”

Upon hearing this, Bai Ruolong's eyes sharpened instantly.

He squinted, staring coldly at Matou Ike, as if assessing the veracity of these words. "What nonsense are you spouting? How could the Yoruichi family so easily transfer their divine body to someone else?"

Bai Ruolong's words carried a sense of disbelief.

He was trying to figure out where things went wrong, since the number of people who knew about the matter could be counted on one hand.

Mushiki is one thing, since he was a participant, but this guy in front of me...

I recall how I felt when I first met this guy.

Could it be that...

Was this man also part of the experiment?

But I haven't received any relevant information!

In an instant, Bai Ruolong's gaze grew even colder, but his expression remained calm and restrained, as if he were concealing the turmoil within him.

If Matou Ike could hear what this white-haired, brown-skinned youth was thinking, he would probably burst out laughing on the spot.

After all, Matou Ike had absolutely no interest in their petty squabbles.

I need to take a day off to get an IV drip at the hospital.

As the title says, I got an upset stomach from eating hot pot.

Vomiting and diarrhea.

Owed: 6 chapters

Chapter 373 Ghoul 4k

Creak, creak, the air was creaking.

Crunch, crunch.

Crunch, crunch.

Friction, friction.

Twisted, twisted.

"You're also a God Eater? You too... devoured a god..."

As he spoke, the air began to deteriorate.

Even the scenery within it began to distort and become viscous.

His body began to tremble.

Lava began to flow from his body.

The air, as hot as midsummer, seemed to corrode the surroundings like a deadly poison.

The distortion reached its limit.

Matou Ike tilted his head slightly, looking at the white-haired, brown-skinned youth who had suddenly asked him a question with some confusion.

A ghoul? What is that?

However, if we analyze it literally, then he does fit the identity defined by this word.

After all, he was indeed devouring the gods.

Matou Ike didn't answer because he had discovered something very interesting.

That is, the other party standing among the broken ruins seemed to have transformed into an indescribable, hungry monster, drooling over the soul and flesh of something here.

It's like an abyss filled with madness and bloodlust.

But he was suppressing himself, and his mind remained sufficiently clear.

Matou Ike glanced briefly at the unconscious girl at her feet.

I already understand.

I thought the information Mushiki casually mentioned was just misleading, but I never expected it to be true.

But is this really possible?

Even if one could devour the flesh and blood of a god, it would be impossible to use the power of modern magic to manipulate its essence.

Ultimately, even if it is only a pillar god, it has already transcended the human vessel.

That's quite a generous gesture.

This has created some trouble.

Because the negotiations were invalid from the very beginning.

"I know I'll get criticized for doing this, but there's nothing I can do. I'm really sorry."

next moment.

Bai Ruolong's translucent wings were revealed through the gap.

The phantom wings stretched out again on the fiery inner side.

The mass of magic, which is both extremely small and extremely heavy.

It cuts towards Matou Pond.

From behind Matou Pond, a gigantic phantom branch, as large as the Milky Way, burst forth.

......

A few days later, a miracle that occurred in a small city near Tokyo, Japan, became news.

Although most people didn't take it seriously because it was based on rumors and third-rate news, it was soon referred to as something like the "modern Rhine" in some corners of the internet.

That's how the news was written.

An entire commercial area was destroyed as if it had been hit by a falling meteorite. Fortunately, only a few people were injured and there were no fatalities.

Even more remarkably, the damage was said to be shaped like a tree branch.

......

"What are you doing?! Didn't I already tell you not to make any noise at this time?"

As soon as Matou Ike answered the phone, he heard a roar coming from the other end.

This was something that was already expected; there was no need to predict the future or look ahead.