Magician in Type-Moon

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Zhu Yin's voice came through.

Akira closed his eyes.

Although it was a pitch-black entity with an indistinct expression, it could be roughly identified by the position of its eyelashes.

"Akiyoshi".

Calling like this.

The sound echoed in the faint afterglow.

The crimson color vibrated as if in pursuit.

Then, the last rays of the setting sun disappeared—and night fell.

"Akiyoshi".

Zhu Yin called out again.

Each call transmits magic to the rings surrounding the Night Raiders magicians who are encircled by the divine fence.

From the inside out.

Then, the magicians opened their mouths in the outer ring, like waves.

.........

The Starry Realm, the Land of the Underworld.

Matou Pond is descending from the rugged hillside to the man-made stone steps.

Several more black torii gates appeared.

The scene above it is like a pair of wings standing in the sky.

These are wings that only those with a certain kind of inspiration can see. From the perspective of those who can see them, they are filled with an overwhelming pressure that makes one kneel down at the mere sight of them.

However, these wings are being eroded.

Like the miasma that permeates the mountains and forests.

Something of the same nature as the magic that now crawls on the ground is seeping in from the roots of the enormous wings.

Matouchi stopped in front of the torii gate, his gaze sweeping indifferently over the scattered pieces of corpses and broken masks on the ground, as if he were oblivious to the bloody scene.

He raised his head and his gaze fell on the man inside the torii gate—the man leaned lazily against the torii pillar, his posture casual, a long spear in his hand swaying gently, the tip of the spear still dripping with fresh blood.

"Oh, a magician from the Night Robbery family?" The man gave a mocking smile, his voice drawn out and sharp. "Coming to your death at this hour? You've got some nerve."

Matou Ike stood still, her brows slightly furrowed. Her gaze swept over the spear in the man's hand before returning to his nonchalant expression.

"Are you from the Mountain Court?"

The man paused for a moment, then grinned, revealing a set of yellowed teeth.

He raised his hand and hoisted the spear onto his shoulder, his gesture carrying a hint of provocation: "I suppose so, but in the end, I'm just a gofer, cleaning up some trouble for the big shots."

"May I ask your name?"

"Let's forget about titles and such." The man waved his hand, his tone as casual as if he were talking about a trivial matter. "It's pointless to say more, it's pointless to say more."

His tone shifted abruptly, his eyes suddenly sharpening, and a meaningful smile appeared on his lips. "But the scent you carry is quite interesting. I never thought I'd misjudge you."

"In that case, may I go in?"

Upon hearing this, the man raised an eyebrow, seemingly amused by the bluntness.

He chuckled softly, then slowly straightened up, casually swung the spear on his shoulder, the blade whistling as it sliced ​​through the air before landing steadily on the ground.

"It's not impossible, but if I let you in without a fight, that old guy will skin me alive and tear me apart if he finds out."

His tone was flippant, as if he were telling a harmless joke, but the oppressive aura emanating from the tip of his gun was enough to show that he wasn't entirely joking.

The torii gate behind him was like an abyss that swallowed everything, and he stood at the entrance, like a hideous door.

Matou Ike simply shook his head. His original intention was not to make too much of a commotion here, as it would waste his time. After all, before obtaining the Butterfly Magic, he only had three hours of activity time each day.

But there's no other way now; we really have to fight here.

Moreover, this is under the premise of only using Night Raid magic.

It's a bit tricky, but it's alright.

next moment.

The demons and monsters that followed Matouchi to this place transformed into sheets of black paper, which, under his control, attacked the man in front of him.

The man clicked his tongue, a hint of impatience in his voice. His spear traced a semi-circle in the air, the whistling sound of its tip instantly tearing apart the first sheet of black paper that lunged at him.

The black paper disintegrated into black mist in the air, but in the next instant, even more black paper surged in from all directions, like an endless black tide.

"Interesting. Is this your 'style'?" He laughed as he repeatedly pierced the black paper with the tip of his spear, his tone still flippant. "But this little bit of trash isn't enough to impress you!"

Matouchi did not respond; his gaze was as calm as a lake.

With a slight lift of his finger, more black paper began to coalesce in the air, piecing together a gigantic, bat-like shadow. The shadow spread its wings, its eyes as deep as an abyss, opened its massive maw and let out a low roar before swooping down directly towards the man.

The man's expression instantly turned serious. He turned the spear in his hand at a different angle and thrust it forward. The energy gathered at the tip of the spear collided head-on with the dark figure, unleashing a powerful shockwave.

"This is getting interesting." The man grinned, pushed off with his foot, and charged towards the shadowy figure, his spear transforming into a streak of light in the air.

At that moment, Matou Ike's fingers twitched slightly again.

His whispers lingered in the air like a curse, and the tattered black paper seemed to come alive, rising from the ground and silently wrapping around the man's ankles.

"This is really troublesome. Even if this is Night's territory, you've come up with way too many tricks."

The man cursed angrily, but before he could break free, the dark figure had already transformed into a huge shadow, enveloping him completely.

He took out three copper coins from his hand and threw them to the ground.

"When a person is in a position of honor and wealth, he is also in a position of worry and danger; the danger is even greater than this."

Several ancient Chinese cultural symbols are engraved, shining brightly in the void.

The next moment, he appeared instantly in front of Matou Ike's face.

Matou Ike raised an eyebrow slightly, seemingly unfazed by the sudden speed.

He raised his hand and waved it, and several pieces of black paper gathered quickly from his fingertips like swimming fish, forming a thin black barrier in front of him.

"A mere trick!" the man sneered, and his spear swept down with unstoppable force, instantly tearing apart the thin barrier.

However, the breaking of the barrier did not put Matou Ike at a disadvantage—as the barrier broke, the black paper suddenly turned into countless fragments, which, like sharp flying blades, attacked the man in reverse.

"Tsk!" The man was startled, his spear spinning rapidly to deflect the flying blade. The sound of metal clashing echoed like thunder, sparks flying everywhere.

"You're quite troublesome," the man grinned, but a hint of caution flickered in his eyes. "It seems underestimating you was a mistake."

"Likewise," Matou Ike said calmly, his voice unusually composed for a battle.

At the same time, he raised his finger again, and even more demons and monsters emerged from all around.

These strange beings took on different forms, some resembling lizards, others snakes or pythons, and some even humanoid, gradually approaching.

The man licked his lips, seemingly weighing his options. The next instant, he slammed his spear into the ground, his hands rapidly forming hand seals, chanting, "Golden Toad Devours Souls, Money Clears the Way!"

The light emitted by the copper coin spread rapidly, and cracks on the ground spread out like a spider web, as if to devour all the approaching demons and monsters.

"The True Lord Hai Chan Ming Wu Hong Dao?"

"You can tell from that?"

"It's rare to see an immortal who can use thunder magic, copper coins, and toads all at once."

In an instant, the night sky was filled with a faint light and made a soft, gentle sound like a fine drizzle breaking through the wind, but this was not a rain of mercy.

One by one, copper coins fell from the sky, and the demons and monsters were obliterated one after another.

At the same time, the man whose name was called out, like a giant mixer, ripped up the world and the ground at the speed of a bullet.

The spear in his hand was like a thunderous punishment, striking wildly without regard for human limits, even without breathing.

Of course, Matouike was not indifferent.

"To the eight directions and four corners, we pray to the water serpent (rotten rope) god."

The Night Calamity technique directly condenses magical power.

Western magic requires complex rituals to be performed, but Night Robbery's magic can be activated in this pure form.

There is a magical force at play behind it all.

Each wisp of magic is extremely small.

This mountain is almost filled with a strong physical magic that is imperceptible if you don't pay close attention.

"Throughout the eight directions and to the four corners of the earth, we sincerely pray for the blessings of the Fire and Thunder Gods."

Although it was a prayer, it now seemed more like someone forcibly seizing power from the god by using the part of the divine body they had already consumed and using it for their own purposes.

The magic of the mountain forest's pulse was guided by the incantation and transformed into a raging fire.

"With my bow and arrows I pray for the protection of Beelzebub, the Lord of Plague."

The flames then transformed into solidified arrows.

It evokes the image of a spinning wheel.

The arrow flashed with an eerie light.

But the arrow itself is merely a catalyst.

But the "technical theory and power itself" of drawing and shooting the arrow is the essence of this magic trick.

The intersection happens in an instant.

In that instant, the gushing blood rained down on the earth.

The arrow flew toward the man's neck as if it were piercing through the gaps in the corpse.

Even though he was a beat slow to react, he was still able to knock down the flying arrow with the copper coin string on his gun, all thanks to the man's quick movements.

Nevertheless, he did not completely shoot it down; the arrow veered off course and grazed his neck.

Then an unusual fire erupted, a poison imbued with divine power.

Bright red drops of blood slid down.