Magician in Type-Moon

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"Can't figure it out? Hmm... It seems you've already been influenced by Him. Creatures that wield power are indeed more difficult to deal with."

The "arbitrator" said calmly, then placed his hand on Matou Ike's head.

In just a few seconds, after a flash of deep light.

Matouchi suddenly remembered something that shouldn't have been ignored.

His "origin," no, his essence...

He had completely overlooked something he had only used recently.

Perhaps it was just a subconscious act of exploitation before.

“The hidden authority, I think you were affected when you first met Him. Although He cannot directly erase your memories of the ‘Origin’, it should not be a big problem for Him if He just makes you ignore them.”

Jian Tongchi nodded.

Then everything explains it.

As a "fantasy tree species," it embodies the origin of "fantasy."

Based on this, fragments of his memory can be activated.

This is why his relatively insignificant consciousness could shake Beelzebub's massive collection of consciousness.

This also explains why the "arbitrator" in front of him did not communicate with him according to the process he remembered, but instead had his own subjective consciousness.

It's almost like the "lever principle".

Give Archimedes a lever long enough and he could move the world.

If we give Matou Pond a "lever," could it move a deity?

He didn't know it himself.

All three questions have been answered.

Matou Ike has already made some progress on her plans for the future.

After a brief farewell to the "arbitrator," he once again disappeared from this space of consciousness.

......

"You came?"

"What about others?"

"already left."

The adjudicator answered slowly.

"I hope you haven't broken the contract. This is a struggle between him and me, and you should understand that no matter the outcome."

Beelzebub descended outside the Greater Grail and spoke slowly and deliberately to his collaborator.

"Of course, this was originally part of the plan, but you brought it forward. Although it doesn't follow the proper procedure, it's too late now, and whether it succeeds or fails is up to fate."

Despite Beelzebub's threatening words, the "arbitrator" remained unfazed, even seeming to want to threaten Beelzebub in return.

Beelzebub gave the emperor, who always remained hidden behind the scenes, a deep look before turning to leave.

Before He disappeared, the "Arbitrator" suddenly said:

"As a deity, why do you harbor such intense hatred? It has even affected the stability of your own anchor point. Is it really worth it just for revenge?"

Upon hearing this, Beelzebub paused slightly as he stepped toward the gate of consciousness, turning his head to the side.

“You humans are truly arrogant and ignorant. Of course, the gods don’t care about things like hatred.”

"I see."

The "arbitrator" watched Beelzebub's figure slowly disappear through the doorway and nodded gently.

Gods certainly wouldn't mind such things, but it's not necessarily the case for humans...

Chapter 360 The Garden of Sinners (Forty-One)

"Morning Star, why do you want to rebel against Him? It's something that was destined to fail."

"A predetermined failure? Then why are you willing to get involved in this mess, Bal?"

"Because it looks interesting."

"Is it interesting? Then I'll do my best to make this war interesting."

"...You still haven't answered me, Morning Star."

"You'll understand later, Baal."

......

In a daze, Beelzebub closed his eyes slightly. The endless void and the aura of the insect hive around him seemed to converge into a river, winding forward to a blurry end.

His consciousness followed the traces left by Matou Pond, emanating an abyss-like and overwhelming pressure.

“Found it…” He murmured to himself, his voice low and indistinct, filled with boundless obsession.

In the next instant, Beelzebub raised his hand and waved it gently, and space seemed to be sliced ​​open by a huge blade, creating a narrow rift.

He stepped into that door of consciousness, his figure appearing illusory and unreal amidst the interplay of light and shadow.

On the other side of the door, unlike the previous insect nest, there was something more tangible.

He sensed the presence of another deity...

"Now! Medea, do it!"

"Understood, Master!"

Two voices rang in Beelzebub's ears at the same time.

That is?

dragon?

Tiamat, the five-headed dragon...

It was the monster that brought the Holy Grail War to a close...

So that guy still managed to break through the "secret" blockade and realize his greatest advantage...?

I don't know how he did it, but it doesn't matter.

The number of conscious entities is completely incomparable between the two.

Therefore, He will win again.

While pondering, Beelzebub once again revealed his mythical form.

Its enormous body flattened the entire mountaintop.

The size of the artificial deities cannot compare to that of the primordial demons.

Seeing the five ferocious dragon heads that were biting at him from all directions, Beelzebub reached out his hand.

That hand was pale and thin, yet it seemed to contain a power that could shake the heavens and the earth.

Beelzebub coldly watched as the five dragon heads opened their blood-red maws and attacked him, a hint of weariness lurking beneath his indifferent expression.

"Tiamat... it's not exactly an unfamiliar name, so I'm somewhat looking forward to it."

His voice echoed in the air, sounding both mocking and self-talk.

The five-headed dragon roared, its massive scales reflecting shattered light and shadow, and charged toward Beelzebub with a ferocious, all-destroying power.

Each dragon's head exudes a different aura—decay, poison, burning, icy, annihilation—

It was like an ancient calamity descending upon the world.

However, just as the first dragon head was about to bite Beelzebub, Beelzebub grabbed its long neck with his other hand.

Then he tore it apart with force, using only his strength to rip it apart.

The enormous dragon head cracked under Beelzebub's weight, its thick neck snapped off, and crimson liquid gushed out, cascading onto the earth like a waterfall.

"Is this all you've got?" Beelzebub sneered, casually tossing the severed dragon head into the distance.

The enormous head slammed into the ground, creating a deafening roar, and the ground instantly collapsed, forming a huge crater.

The second one, the third one.

Beelzebub followed the same method.

They tore it into pieces one after another.

"next."

But the fourth dragon head tried to retreat, however, Beelzebub was faster than its fear.

He took a sudden step forward, his five fingers gripping the dragon's eye sockets like iron clamps, and with a flick of his wrist, he snapped the hideous head and neck in two.

but……

As Beelzebub finished speaking, the tremors on the ground grew stronger, and the dragon corpse, which should have been lifeless, sprouted a new dragon head from the broken part.

The shattered scales quickly healed, and flesh and bones writhed and stitched together at an illogical speed. In an instant, the five dragon heads reopened their eyes, each radiating an even more ferocious aura.

Beelzebub looked at the familiar scene and a slight smile appeared on his lips, as if he were watching an imperfect but interesting drama.

"Immortal?" His voice echoed in the air, tinged with sarcasm and disdain. "A mere lower-level deity, possessing the same characteristics as me? How laughable."

The five newly formed dragon heads roared and pounced on Him once more. Their movements were even more ferocious than before, and the surrounding space began to fluctuate erratically due to the swinging of the dragon heads.

Beelzebub remained standing, slowly opening his arms, seemingly unconcerned about the attack before him.

"It's alright," He said calmly, as the surrounding air began to distort violently. "Existences of the same rank have many ways to deal with so-called 'immortals'."

Meanwhile, Matou Ike stood on a high cliff not far from the battlefield, silently watching the absurd scene that resembled Ultraman fighting monsters.

"So it really isn't that simple?"

Matouchi muttered to himself.

He looked around and confirmed that the resources this record could provide had been exhausted.

Preparing to commit suicide again, get ready for the next record.