Magician in Type-Moon

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This is absolutely insane!!

Wuzhiqi could initially conceive of this possibility, but would anyone really be willing to do it? Would they dare to do it?

To be on the safe side, she even included those guys from the Imperial Magic Guild in the operation.

It was all to influence Matouchi's judgment.

After all, anyone who has seen the pattern of the magic rituals they have drawn can understand what the Imperial Magic Guild wants to do.

The twisted Kabbalah Tree of Life, the transformation and struggle between demons and gods.

Finally, they resurrected the guy behind them.

Moreover, it's obvious to anyone that the location of the demon's resurgence is definitely not on this island nation.

Instead, it is located in Europe, which is more suitable for its original base.

She refused to believe that Matouchi wouldn't have thought of this.

In her understanding, Matou Ike is a magician who has a close connection with the Clock Tower.

At this crucial juncture (before the Grand Order meeting), it is impossible to sit idly by and allow such a massive leak of secrets to occur.

Moreover, in the eyes of Western magicians, Matouike was practically the magic host of this island nation.

If he fails to stop it in time, the butterfly originating from this island nation will unleash a chaotic storm in Europe.

This will make him a target of public criticism.

Even setting that aside, Wuzhiqi had already allocated the benefits that Matouchi would receive.

Haichan clearly understood the immortal body of Zhenjun Hongdao and the divine body of the Yejie family.

These things were enough for Matouchi to fill his stomach, and they were easier to digest than this kind of mixed stew of "dan".

His task was simply to safeguard the divine body of the Ye Jie family and prevent the girl named Ye Jie Yaji Liang from being dragged into this chaotic land by the god who wanted to revive.

This is easy; it's a highly profitable business.

If this matter can be resolved according to Wuzhiqi's plan, then the final result will be acceptable to all parties involved.

Firstly, if the gods of the Night Calamity cannot be fully revived, the Imperial Magic Corps' plan cannot succeed at this point in time, and the West can continue to maintain this false peace.

After the Imperial Sorcerer Corps' failure in this operation, they were able to figure out what kind of existence the gods were, which could help them with their subsequent plans and also protect the magicians who had not yet figured out how to use the "Noble Phantasms".

As for the Night Calamity family, they can also obtain a half-crippled god, or even something that won't wake up before the world is destroyed.

Then, by using the authority of the gods, they can ensure their family's position in the mystical realm and satisfy certain private desires of the current head of the Night Raid.

Finally, she can also complete her two-thousand-year-long plan from it.

But now everything is in chaos.

Incomprehensible.

It's like something a child who hasn't learned to "put themselves in someone else's shoes" would do.

"Should we run away?"

Inevitably, such a choice came to Wuzhiqi's mind.

Her true form has not yet completely broken free from the seal set up by Yu the Great.

She is currently just an incarnation of a Yang God.

Watching the enormous snake rampaging through the forest, devouring everything in its mysterious habitat, a nameless fire ignited within her.

This thing, compared to her true form, is nothing more than a toy, but now...

Damn it, I can't beat them.

To flee or not to flee.

Or rather, is it possible to escape?

Wuzhiqi came to the answer—run away for good.

I dared to mess with even King Yu, how could I not be able to handle a mere brat like you?

While emotions played a role in arriving at this answer, it was primarily a rational judgment.

Because her accomplice hasn't made a move yet.

The magician of the wandering sea, and like her, a fellow who survived from the Age of Gods to the modern era.

Kiz.

She didn't believe this guy didn't have a backup plan.

After all, according to that plan, it's his turn now.

In this case...

Wuzhiqi shifted his gaze from the giant serpent's figure and slowly turned to look behind him.

There, a man tightly bound by chains was kneeling on the ground.

His gaze never left the turmoil on the mountain, that extraordinary spectacle—the surge of magic, the intertwining of blood and light, a breathtaking malice mixed with splendor—

Like a grand ceremony, yet more like an irresistible curse, it completely enveloped Mount Kushinawa, as if blessing the return of God in some cruel way.

The man's name was Elgo.

Having lost his memory, he once drifted helplessly at sea like a broken piece of driftwood, floating with the waves, until one day, he was pulled out of the deep sea by the woman in front of him. All he knew was that her name was Wuzhiqi.

Wuzhiqi walked gracefully and steadily to Ergo, squatted down slightly, and met his gaze.

Elgo looked into those eyes, which were a blend of flame and gold, as if they held ancient secrets and boundless majesty.

next moment.

He blinked.

This was truly an extraordinary sight.

It felt as if I were in the center of the blue sky, or above the surface of a lake.

This is a pure blue world, and perhaps also his inner world.

"The difference between the ocean and lakes? Haha, is the water salty or not? What does that have to do with me?"

A fellow who looked quite similar to Wuzhiqi was sitting on a pillar that emerged from the water.

It was a monkey's face.

This is by no means a metaphor.

It was a monkey face that looked very friendly.

Elgo suddenly heard a sound coming from the outside world.

"Are you up yet, Sun Wukong?"

"It's Miss Wuzhiqi. Who is she calling? Is she calling that monkey-faced man?"

Elgo's consciousness began to blur.

They lack a proper understanding of their current position.

"That guy's outside. But does he think he can wake me up with something like this? That's ridiculous."

The figure of the monkey spoke thus.

These words made Elgo realize that his thoughts could be read directly.

"Is that not allowed? But I want to help her."

"In that case, let us pray. We were created for this purpose."

The monkey-like god said so.

"Say my name, little guy!"

"Your name—"

"—Sun Wukong"

next moment--

Elgo's eyes opened.

With a whoosh, he stood up as if floating, his eyes gleaming with a color completely different from the young man before.

Like Wuzhiqi, he had piercing eyes.

"Hahahaha, this is incredible!"

Wuzhiqi laughed heartily, their sharp eyes reflecting each other's gaze.

"Then that's good! Go, for my sake, go and kill that guy!"

.........

At this moment, Matou Ike is hidden in the space between reality and the other world, like a spectator standing quietly in the shadows of a theater, coldly observing the serpentine figure on the stage.

The God of Night Calamity, transformed into a giant serpent, is devouring everything on Mount Rope with greed and madness.

His goal is clear and undifferentiated: everything that contains mystery.

Every ripple of magic, every wisp of dissipated faith, and even the spiritual veins deep within the earth were greedily absorbed into the belly of this god.

With each chew, the entire mountain trembled, as if He were about to devour the very foundations of this land.

However, all of this was not entirely the intention of the God of Night.

At this moment, three complex and conflicting wills are intertwined within the giant serpent's body:

The first layer is the primordial consciousness belonging to the Great God—a deity from ancient times whose existence carries the majesty of faith, history, and divinity. However, within the limited framework of the present world, this will appears sluggish and dulled.

The second layer is the demonic will that the Imperial Sorcerer Guild linked in through a ritual. This will is cunning and aggressive, possessing twisted and destructive qualities, and attempts to seize all divinity and transform it into its own power.

The third layer is the primal instinct of "hunger" instilled by Matouchi. It seeped into the divinity of the God of Night in a highly destructive way, awakening His most primal desires and transforming Him into a monster that devours everything. This will is formless, yet it subtly guides His actions.

The three elements have intertwined to achieve a strange balance, and His power is being layered and increased.

This is both a good thing and a bad thing.

The advantage is that, in some alchemy, "balance" symbolizes stability.