Magician in Type-Moon

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The Nine-Character Sword, imbued with historical significance, gleams with a unique luster on its surface.

They collided head-on, with a soft thud.

Ryougi Shiki's body once again sank into the sea of ​​blood.

Chapter 239 Ending

"I'm exhausted!" Ryougi Shiki collapsed heavily to the ground, feeling completely drained, as if she had no strength left to even stand.

She plopped down, desperately bracing herself with her hands to prevent herself from collapsing completely.

"It's cold," she muttered softly. The icy air seeped into her wounds, and the pain had long since gone numb, but this only gave her a strange sense of relief.

Almost every inch of his body bore the marks of being bitten, covered in wounds from being ravaged and torn by a sea of ​​blood, exuding a tragic and poignant beauty.

"Ah, this time it's really over." She sighed, feeling as if her life was gradually coming to an end.

Her whole body felt like it was bound by iron chains, and the overwhelming fatigue made it difficult for her to even breathe.

To breathe deeply, she shamelessly pulled her chin up and tilted her head back, letting the cold air rush into her throat, bringing a numbing, stinging sensation.

Although my body was on the verge of collapse, my mind calmed down.

It was as if the life-or-death struggle that had just taken place was now a distant dream.

"...This idiot...he's alright even after all this, is he even human?"

Ryougi Shiki responded breathlessly, her voice weak as if squeezed from the depths of her chest.

Each word she uttered seemed to exhaust her last bit of strength.

Even though she was so tired that it was hard to even speak, she still stubbornly retorted.

Her consciousness was gradually fading, and her body seemed to be falling into boundless darkness.

But in that very instant—bang!

"Ah!" Ryougi Shiki felt a heavy blow to her head, the pain instantly waking her up.

That hazy consciousness was abruptly pulled back to reality.

"...What exactly do you want to do...!" She gritted her teeth, glaring angrily at Matou Ike, her face full of confusion and rage.

“No, if you just fall asleep like this, your life will really stop. ‘Take care of your wounds before you sleep’—you said that yourself, didn’t you?”

Matou Ike squatted down beside her and responded calmly, his expression as serene as ever.

Ryougi Shiki was speechless. He was right, so right that she was powerless to refute him.

But this standard, this perfect correctness, made her so angry she wanted to go crazy.

—Ugh, this is so annoying.

"I just want to sleep. Do whatever you want."

She said this in a irritable tone, her voice revealing weariness and helplessness, as if she had lost interest in everything in front of her.

Matou Ike chuckled softly upon hearing this.

"How reckless! He almost lost his life just now."

Matou Ike lowered himself down, completely disregarding Ryougi Shiki's disheveled appearance, and decisively placed his palm on her abdomen.

The instant he touched Ryougi Shiki, his palm suddenly transformed into countless tiny worms, wriggling and burrowing into her wound.

Ryougi Shiki frowned suddenly, feeling the worms slowly crawling inside her body, as if trying to merge into her muscles and bones.

"...This feels so disgusting." She muttered under her breath. Although she felt extremely uncomfortable, she knew that Matou Ike was healing her wounds.

The worms crawled rapidly in a nauseating manner, and almost instantly, the wound began to heal. Although she could feel every inch of the worms' movement, the pain slowly subsided.

"Stop complaining, you won't die."

Matou Ike said calmly, without any change in his eyes.

He focused intently on controlling the tiny insects, calmly repairing her body.

"Is she asleep?" Matou Ike looked at Ryougi Shiki lying in a pool of blood and shook his head.

Actually, Matou Ike also wanted to take a nap.

His fatigue stemmed not only from physical exhaustion but also from mental strain.

From the start of the battle, he maintained the enhancement magic he had applied to Ryougi Shiki.

Although he was used to performing this magic on himself, this was the first time he had used it on someone else.

Matou Ike's enhancement magic is inherently incompatible with his attributes.

His true strength lies in absorption magic, after all, absorption is a magical characteristic passed down through generations of the Matou family.

In particular, the process of reactivating Araya Sōren's barrier almost drained his energy.

The barrier's complex structure and massive scale far exceeded the scope of ordinary magic, and even with Command Seals as magical support, he still felt a sense of weakness.

The mana consumption during battle is manageable, but the continuous strengthening and maintenance of the barrier is really too exhausting.

The feeling of being overwhelmed by the sheer volume of his magic circuits was still somewhat unbearable for him.

But he couldn't sleep yet, as there was still a tricky problem to solve.

That was what was left behind after Shirai Jun Rio was killed by the two of them.

The sea of ​​blood before my eyes gradually dried up, the viscous blood seemingly absorbed by the earth and quietly disappeared.

As the sea of ​​blood receded, Shirai Rio's mangled body appeared before them.

Her body was torn to pieces and scattered throughout the ritual arrangements made by Araya Sōren, the blood staining the ground red.

As the person in charge of restarting the ritual, Matou Ike has already learned the deeper mysteries of this barrier.

It's not just about imprisoning a monster named Shirasumi Rio.

More importantly, it seals off the remaining Idea Blood principle within her body.

Matou Ike had already guessed what she was hearing from Minato Keita and Shiro Jun Rio.

There are only two Dead Apostles who uphold the principle of the Blood Ring. If either of them dies, then this primordial commandment is imprinted on their souls.

It will then be transferred to another person in a special way.

This is why Matouike kept emphasizing to Ryougi Shiki "to capture her alive" before and during the battle.

However, when Matouchi recreated the ritual barrier set up by Araya Souren and became the presiding officer of the barrier.

I didn't pay much attention to Ryougi Shiki's statement that she wanted to kill Shirasumi Rio.

The reason is that Araya Sōren seems to have already prepared for the death of either Minato Keita or Shirajun Rio, resulting in the emergence of monsters at the level of the "Twenty-Seven Ancestors of the Dead".

Although the possibility of monsters of that level appearing has been contained, Matou Ike cannot sit idly by and let such things continue to remain here.

If we don't collect the spoils, then we're just working for nothing.

Even if you're exhausted, you have to achieve some results eventually.

During this process, Matou Ike collected the body parts of Shirasumi Rio that were scattered on the ritual nodes and piled them next to the head.

Watching the head of Shirai Junri and the pile of corpses, one could see light spots of different colors, such as crimson, light purple, and pale, emanating from them and spontaneously combining to form a stream of scarlet blood.

The blood flowed like newly hatched tadpoles, swirling around in the air as if searching for their mother.

However, its activity is limited to the inside of the barrier; it cannot break out.

Seeing this, Matou Ike manipulated the edge of the barrier, compressing the constantly darting little thing into a certain space.

Then, take out three plump "spirit insects" and send them into the barrier in a ring shape to create a small sealing barrier.

By utilizing its absorption properties, the blood flow is stabilized within the insect's body, allowing it to circulate continuously.

Without a sound, all the remaining pieces of Shirasumi Rio's body burst into flames, sending crimson fires soaring into the gray-black space.

Matouike was no longer obligated to maintain Araya Souren's rituals.

There was a click.

The hidden barrier set up in this port shattered like glass.

Chapter 240 Intruder

"The barrier shattered?"

Aozaki Touko put down the document in her hand, took off the glasses hanging on the bridge of her nose, narrowed her eyes slightly, and murmured softly.

She looked out the window; the moon was obscured by thick, dark clouds, and the night was so deep it made her uneasy.

The darkness outside the window seemed to echo her feelings, and an unusual atmosphere permeated the air.

As a magician, she is extremely sensitive to changes in barriers, especially magical fluctuations of this scale.

In an instant, Orange felt that the shattering power tear apart the perception barrier she had previously set up.

Although, in her words, the barrier set up in the Hall of Garan was nothing more than a crude and rudimentary thing.

But this was just her modesty; after all, it was personally arranged by a Grand Puppeteer, and any intruder would have to pay a heavy price.

Someone without a certain level of magic skill simply cannot crack it.

In other words, some bad things have sneaked in at this moment.

"These are truly turbulent times..."

Orange shook her head and complained, but her expression had already turned cold.

It seems they are already prepared for battle.

Soon they heard footsteps.

On the concrete floor of this half-built, abandoned building, exaggeratedly loud footsteps echoed.

The building's partially destroyed structure and eerily silent atmosphere seemed to have no effect on those who came.

The footsteps continued without pause, heading straight to the room that served as the office.

A red shadow appeared at the entrance of the office, where the door had been suddenly opened.