Magician in Type-Moon

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The pause lasted only one or two seconds before the spider puppet's eight legs began to climb and slide through the mist.

Before long, they reached the edge of the Fuhai Forest.

Upon arriving here, both Matou Ike and Ryougi Shiki instantly felt an unusual hunger stirring in their stomachs and spreading to their brains.

Fortunately, the feeling of fullness they had gained from eating earlier helped them resist this sudden onslaught, greatly reducing the impact of the hunger.

In addition, Matou Ike had already felt the suppression of the Great Source Magic Power, and even her breathing had become a little difficult.

For him, the road to Fuhailin was blocked.

This is the worst curse ever hurled at magicians.

After a moment's consideration, seeing that the spider doll was eager to try, Matouchi immediately took out a piece of rubble-like fragment that had existed for 2,300 years from the backpack behind Ryougi Shiki.

Under Ryougi Shiki's incredulous gaze, she put it in her mouth and began to chew.

This doesn't look like something you could eat at all.

"What are you doing?"

"It's just a matter of confirming whether these things are resistant to the concepts of the Dead Apostles. I should have told you that the Dead Apostles are a product of the negation of human history, but the restraint of this thing is mutual. This kind of thing with historical attributes should have a certain miraculous effect in fighting the Dead Apostles."

Matou Ike answered calmly, and then began to try to communicate with the Great Source. Although the flow of magic was activated to some extent, the effect was still not as good as he wanted.

Perhaps only by consuming all these historical fragments can one gain enough time to communicate with the Great Source and complete a large-scale magic trick.

It is enough.

"Take these things and follow the doll left by Orange inside. The order here has already been distorted, and you will definitely encounter similar anomalies as you go deeper. This is the only help I can give you in this regard."

Matou Ike pulled a dry twig from her bosom and tossed it to Ryougi Shiki, saying calmly:

"Although I don't know what this thing is used for or what its origin is, I've seen it with my future vision. Eating this thing can temporarily suppress hunger. If that doesn't work, I'll make a big commotion, and you can seize the opportunity to escape."

Matou Ike paused for a moment and then said:

"If it were you, breaking through shouldn't be a problem, right?"

"And what about you?" Ryougi Shiki blurted out.

Matou Ike laughed upon hearing this:

"With my ability to save my own life, do you still need to worry about me? You should worry about yourself first. If you die here, I don't know how I'll explain it to that guy, Kurogiri."

Ryougi Shiki, who was frowning as if scolding someone for being an idiot, pressed her fingers to her forehead as if in a headache and sighed.

"You idiot, you really can't read the room!"

"Shut up and hurry up and go inside. That Orange guy is probably cursing us right now."

Ryougi Shiki took the dry branch and looked it over.

That thing looked no different from a dead branch picked up from the roadside.

But she didn't ask any further questions, and simply stuffed the branch into her pocket.

"I hope this thing doesn't give me diarrhea," she muttered.

Matou Ike smiled slightly and said no more.

He pushed the spider puppet forward, and its eight legs quickly moved, nimbly burrowing into the depths of the thick fog, disappearing without a trace in the demonic forest like a black shadow.

Ryougi Shiki suppressed her dissatisfaction and followed closely behind, her steps light and steady.

Matouchi leaned against a large, moss-covered tombstone, watching Ryougi Shiki's figure gradually disappear into the thick fog and twisted tree shadows.

"What a difficult woman. I don't know how that guy Kurogiri can stand her." He muttered softly, a slight smile playing on his lips.

After Ryougi Shiki's figure completely disappeared into the depths of the mist, Matou Ike slowly straightened up.

He turned around, his gaze fixed on a corner of the cemetery.

"I've waited so long, and now I'm the only one left. Aren't you afraid to come out?"

Chapter 322 The Garden of Sinners (Part 3)

"Damn Matou, and that pervert Ryougi, when are they finally coming?! I can't take it anymore."

Panting, Aozaki Touko quickly stepped back, her fingers flying as she pulled out several rune talismans from her bosom and tossed them into the air.

The moment the talisman burned out in mid-air, a pale blue magical barrier rose up, blocking the blood-red thorns that were as sharp as steel.

The thorns made a screeching sound as they touched the barrier, like a blade scraping against metal, and sparks flew everywhere.

However, the barrier soon cracked, becoming covered in fissures like glass struck by a tremendous force.

"Damn it, how can these things even devour rune magic!"

Orange cursed under her breath, pulled out a spare doll from her arms with her left hand, quickly chanted a short incantation, and threw the doll into the thorns.

The doll spread its limbs in the air, its eight mechanical legs spinning rapidly, transforming into a vortex-like wind barrier, attempting to clear away the ever-spreading thorns in front of it.

Countless such dolls have been destroyed, with various mechanical limbs and broken parts scattered on the ground.

Some of the mechanical dolls that were swallowed by thorns were still twitching in their legs, while others had their gears stuck halfway, making a creaking sound.

He glanced at these useless idiots and frowned.

Sweat streamed down her exposed temples.

She was also under immense mental stress.

Orange calmed her anxiety, even though she was disheveled—she had witnessed the whole process.

The effects of the surrounding environment of the fuhailin are simple and effective.

When the surrounding trees raise their blood-sucking vines to attack, those trapped within feel as if the world is against them.

In this otherworldly forest, the connection with the 'real world' is severed, and casting spells within its influence area becomes virtually impossible.

Therefore, only runes engraved in the principles of the world and puppets filled with magic cores that can operate automatically can barely make their way through it.

But for a magician to be able to explore this demonic forest and find only two main spiritual vein nodes within eight days is already a miracle.

After all, this is the Fuhai Forest, known as the graveyard of magicians...

......

The thoughts that lingered around the cemetery appeared and disappeared like mist, resembling a scene from a low-budget horror movie.

A priest named Hansa slowly emerged from around a corner, coming into view of Matou Pond.

His appearance came without any warning, as if he had emerged naturally from the shadows of the cemetery.

The hem of the robe brushed gently against the damp ground, making a barely audible rustling sound.

In the misty cemetery, seeing only Hansa ahead, Matou Ike curled his lip and said:

"Honestly, I really don't understand how people in your church are structured."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Hansa smiled maliciously and spread his hands at Matou Ike, who was expressionless as he spoke.

"Now that it's just the two of us here, are we still supposed to maintain the so-called neutral stance of the Holy Church?"

Matou Ike waved his hand somewhat unhappily and threw out a magic bullet.

You can't even see the process of the magic trick being performed.

Hansa shrugged, showing a relaxed attitude in response to such a probing question.

"Well, it's true that there are only the two of us living beings here, but there are quite a few things that aren't human. So if we want to talk, we should at least confirm the true situation of this place, right?"

As soon as the words were spoken, the magic bullet exploded in mid-air, emitting a circle of distorted light patterns, but was then completely swallowed up by some invisible force in the cemetery as if it had sunk into the sea.

The dust settled, and the surroundings returned to deathly silence, as if nothing had ever happened.

A figure slowly emerged from behind Hansa.

Mysterious mist and bright moon.

Matou Ike looked at the man and couldn't help but frown.

It was strange, because according to the magic's detection, only he and Hansa were the only living beings left in this place.

But what's up with this man?

There was not a trace of life in his body; no, not just life, he couldn't even be called a corpse.

It's just a simple physical body.

The guy in front of me is a walking corpse.

"A doll?"

Matou Ike probably understood the man's current situation.

Although it was only witnessed for a moment, making it almost impossible to analyze, it was still possible to sense that the other party was quite excellent in terms of concealing their presence and being secretive.

Is it structurally similar to this cemetery?

So that's how it is. No wonder magic couldn't find this guy; he's become part of this cemetery.

At the same time, Hansa pulled out a can of coffee from somewhere and stepped aside.

He smiled at Matou Ike with an air of obvious amusement.

As Hansa moved away, Matou Ike, empowered by activating his Mystic Eyes, saw the scene behind him shrouded in mist—

That was a grave.

The name engraved on the tombstone is Genmu Satsuki...

Beneath the tombstone was a huge pit, in which a coffin was placed.

Did he die suddenly and then his body was made into a doll and placed in this cemetery as part of some kind of ritual?

but...

"It's strange, isn't it? I also found it strange when I saw this thing. Even though this body has been turned into a puppet and lost its identity as Xuanwu Gaoyue, this is still too thorough, isn't it?"

The Hanseatic man, who had somehow moved to a small mound, dusted off a low tombstone, plopped down on it, and casually uttered these words.

However, it truly touched on Matouike's heart.