Magician in Type-Moon

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Slip into the vortex.

Chapter 366 The Garden of Sinners (Final)

"He has left, we can now proceed."

Matou Ike stood up and spoke to El-Melloi II, who was standing to the side.

He then raised his hands, and then suddenly spread them apart as if tearing something, making them seem somewhat heavy.

Amidst the ripping sound of paper tearing, countless cracks appeared in the area where Matou Pond and El-Melloi II were located, breaking apart inch by inch.

Matou Ike sensed the fluctuations emanating from the different cracks, chose one of them, and then pulled El-Melloi II into one of them.

The next instant, the two of them found themselves in the "apocalypse".

An endless expanse of white, a terrifying white, is eroding this land.

The galaxy that sustains the world is gradually collapsing, revealing the withering shell of an imaginary tree.

"Is this the remains of the Imaginary Tree Mayar? I've only ever seen it in the Chaldea archives."

"I prefer to call it the Hibiscus Tree rather than the Mayar..."

Matou Ike smiled and said.

"So this world was created by the King of the Third Lostbelt using the remnants of the Imaginary Tree?"

After taking the cigar materialized by "Imagination" from Matou Ike, King El-Melloi II asked slowly.

"No, my understanding is that he influenced himself in the official history of mankind, which gave that emperor the idea of ​​continuing the world."

Matouchi walked toward the remains of the Imaginary Tree, answering El-Melloi II's question.

"So, you first create a singularity, and then let the self within that singularity autonomously use the already slowly dissipating Lostbelt to create a new Lostbelt?"

El-Melloi II exhaled a puff of smoke, followed Matou Ike's footsteps, walked to his side, and continued:

"No wonder Chaldea didn't notice the appearance of this Lostbelt at first; it turns out it was a Lostbelt that had already been decided. But doing this..."

"That's right, the Imaginary Tree has been cut off. This Lostbelt will collapse within a three-month cycle according to the Pan-Human History, but the time flow of the Lostbelt is different from that of the Pan-Human History."

Matouchi raised her head, gazing up at the gradually collapsing canopy, and placed her hand on the withering, dreamlike tree.

"Is this world constructed solely from the remnants of light? But the energy consumption should be insufficient to sustain it..." El-Melloi II murmured.

“So there are no mysteries in this world,” Matou Ike replied immediately.

King El-Melloi II opened his mouth, unsure how to comment on this—

For a magician, "turning mystery into fuel to fuel the fire that continues human history" is almost a betrayal of their roots...

"But the world still collapsed. The fading light is, after all, just a fading light. The Imaginary Tree, which has been cut off, has also lost its ability to sustain the world. And the most crucial reason, which is the energy problem you mentioned."

Matou Ike spoke again, his expression indifferent, as if it had nothing to do with him.

"So, is that emperor planning to start from a seed and cultivate a new Imaginary Tree?" After a moment of silence, El-Melloi II finally asked.

"That's right, that tree seed is me, that's my origin."

Matou Ike smiled, then looked at El-Melloi II and asked him:

So, are you willing to help me?

"What do you want me to do?" Lord El-Melloi II sighed softly and asked, staring into Matou Ike's eyes.

"I want you to use that Noble Phantasm called 'Memorial to the Throne' to designate a specific aspect of the Heroic Spirit's ability for me. I have already prepared the relic."

Matouchi stretched out his left hand and pulled a point of light from the void.

A few seconds later, the light spot gradually evolved into the shape of a "sword".

"Berserker?"

When El-Melloi II saw the appearance of the "sword," he paused slightly, then slowly shifted his gaze away from it and asked the question.

"Yes, it's a relic of Lancelot, the Heroic Spirit summoned by my uncle Kariya Matou during the Holy Grail War you participated in."

Matou Ike turned to him and said casually.

For El-Melloi II, the content of these words was extremely impactful.

Compared to the fantastical conversation they had just had, this kind of conversation, which was more grounded in El-Melloi II's real life, was what moved him more.

He asked slowly:

"What use is his ability?"

"I think you haven't forgotten that this Berserker has the ability to turn ordinary things into Noble Phantasms, called 'Knights Don't Die Bare Hands'."

Ignoring that El-Melloi II was lost in his memories, Matou Ike continued speaking to himself:

"The essence of this ability in magic should be considered a kind of grafting concept, which is to erode one's own magic power onto other objects and transform them into a part of oneself. If the ability to withstand it is strong enough, it might be possible to accomplish the feat of grabbing the earth upside down."

Upon hearing the latter part of Matouike's seemingly joking remark, El-Melloi II finally snapped out of his reverie and said:

"Do you want to graft your consciousness onto this collapsed Imaginary Tree? As an Imaginary Tree species, your origin, under the magic of homology, does indeed have a high chance of success, but what use would that be?"

Instead of answering, Matouike corrected El-Melloi II's first question:

"No, I just want to graft my origins onto this tree... After all, this is a part of my consciousness that I have never accepted."

"I see. Let's begin then."

......

At this moment, Matou Ike's main consciousness has entered Beelzebub's divine body.

"It's practically a divine kingdom; is this the structure of a divine body...?"

Matou Ike murmured.

He then met Beelzebub, who had entered this "kingdom" at the same time as him.

His condition was not good at the moment; the black silk wrapped around his body was twisted in ways that were difficult to conceal.

The darkness on his body had noticeably intensified.

At the same time, more black hairs sprouted from his body, and his frenzied state was palpable.

These are physical characteristics of the "King of Flies".

But within this “divine kingdom” that belongs to Him, the overwhelming base of consciousness has now reached an even higher level.

Just by focusing his gaze on Him, Matou Ike could feel the oppressive aura emanating from Him.

In an instant, Beelzebub, wrapped in black silk, appeared behind Matou Ike, his eyes slightly dark and filled with doubt as he asked:

"You can't be that stupid, can you? There are clearly more suitable and advantageous fragments in your memory for you to use as the final battlefield. Why would you walk right into a trap now?"

Before He finished speaking, Matouchi, who was almost bound by the silk, pressed down the cross in his hand that was radiating "the power of prayer," severing the connection to divinity.

Then, Matou Ike's figure disappeared from the spot as if erased by an eraser.

They appeared in a relatively safe location.

Beelzebub, looking at the "cross" with slight apprehension, did not continue his attack.

He could no longer understand the man's thoughts.

From the very beginning, he escaped the ritual field that originally belonged to Cthulhu and was under His control, and fled into His consciousness space.

Then he used his own fragments of memory to consume and wear Him down.

All of this is understandable.

But ever since this guy got his hands on that "cross" and discovered its purpose.

His behavioral logic began to become confused.

The first act of resistance involved a significant amount of his "fantasy" essence being consumed by memories that, while seemingly having some effect, could not provide a definitive conclusion.

It's as if they're going to gamble everything.

But the man escaped again.

From any perspective, this is a terrible decision.

Then, the man somehow escaped back into reality.

If he really just wanted to escape, then that was indeed the perfect opportunity.

After all, it takes time for Him to break through the barrier of the suppressive force before He can descend into reality.

Although running away can only prolong one's life for a short time, once He descends into reality, His fate will still be difficult to change.

But this behavior is at least supported by logic.

Instead of what it is now.

By extracting divinity from His body, consciousness is enveloped and bypassed by the exclusive detection of the divine body, thus entering His mental world.

This is absolutely the stupidest choice.

Because this is His territory.

Despite some doubts, Beelzebub did not stop his pursuit.

The mental world, which resembled a "divine kingdom," seemed to be guided by some mysterious will and suddenly underwent drastic changes.

The brilliance and vastness of the starry sky are projected onto this illusory land, seemingly merging with reality, while a blazing sun, filled with destructive power, descends from the sky, enveloping the entire space with overwhelming might.

The scorching light and immense pressure seemed to ignite and burn everything to ashes. This was not an illusion, but a real force—the authority that once belonged to Beelzebub, the "sun god," was now manifested in this mental world.

At this moment, Matouchi seemed to be heading straight for that star.

As his thoughts raced, Matouchi pressed the "cross" into his eye socket.

"distortion!"

The power of the Mystic Eye, enhanced by both the power of prayer and the power of imagination, transformed into a twisted spiral storm that churned within the star.

The next second, the entire void seemed to be detonated by the star's reaction waves. An invisible contraction force field erupted from the star's interior, like a giant, invisible hand, crushing the entire space into pieces.

Everything in the universe either falls apart or vaporizes directly.

Yet at the heart of that destruction, the spiraling storm continued to churn stubbornly, drawing the star's energy ever closer to the brink of collapse.