Magician in Type-Moon

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He is crazy.

Matouchi thought of the "Judge" and what he had said once again.

It turned out to be the case.

Matouchi felt as if he had seen a stone that had been hanging for a long time finally fall to the ground.

Knowing this is enough; as long as they aren't killed at the same time, there's still a chance.

After figuring it out, Matou Ike touched the worms crawling around him, seemingly considering how to make use of them.

During this process, he casually asked Beelzebub:

"If you really eat me, what are you going to do?"

"What if? It seems you're still not giving up... But I might as well tell you. Of course, it's to use your characteristics to turn the humans in this world into my familiars."

Beelzebub's arm had materialized and was reaching towards Matouike's chest.

Matou Ike turned his head to look at the "King of Hell" and said:

"Then you'll eliminate the belief in all other gods at the root, right? But I have another question..."

Before he could finish speaking, a huge hole appeared in Matou Ike's body from his heart, from which a large amount of bright red blood flowed out.

The entire lakebed insect nest shook violently, and countless insects surged towards the hole, which was actually very large but looked very small, like a tidal wave.

Matouchi's body began to be devoured by the insects.

But the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

Beelzebub's body had now completely transformed into a physical form. He looked at Matouchi, his turbid yet alluring eyes reflecting the "battle-scarred" face.

His expression remained unchanged, perhaps because he had anticipated it, or perhaps because his divinity had quelled the inherent madness of humanity.

Matouchi smiled as she watched Him, her body cracking apart inch by inch as the insects devoured her.

In the blink of an eye, he turned into a pool of blood.

Beelzebub, wrapped in black silk, watched this scene and simply nodded slightly.

Then he turned his head to look at the place where the Greater Grail was buried.

There are no changes.

After thinking for a moment, it seemed as if he had figured something out.

So He slowly retreated towards the door behind him.

......

"Your body alone shouldn't be able to consume more divinity, so of course I'm doing this to help you expand your capacity for divinity."

Faced with Francesca's questioning, Aozaki Touko responded calmly, as if discussing something perfectly ordinary.

"You bastard, don't pretend to be so high and mighty! This is clearly revenge on me! I finally managed to get a bit of divinity—and you, you vile woman, try to steal it from me! You're inhuman, Scarlet of Pain!!!"

"Help me, you idiots!" Francesca's face first showed a twisted anger, but it quickly turned into fear.

Her voice sounded especially sharp and piercing amidst the magical storm. As she was forced closer to the invisible vortex of magic, the surrounding air suddenly became even more turbulent.

As if they had caught the scent of their prey, those heterogeneous clumps of magic surged forth from all directions in an instant.

They pounced on Francesca like mad dogs, their attacks even more frenzied and deadly than their previous attacks on Ryougi Shiki and Medea.

Ryougi Shiki hesitated at first, after all, this guy didn't look like a good person. In fact, when they first met, even though he was there to help, he almost slashed her with his sword.

But when she turned her gaze to the side and saw Medea and Aozaki Touko both casting spells to support Francesca, most of her hesitation disappeared.

"Tsk, what a mess..." Ryougi Shiki muttered.

All the muscles in my body tensed up instantly.

Her body exploded with astonishing speed in an instant, leaping into the air once again like an arrow.

She chose the most direct approach.

In the gap between the magical vortex and Francesca, Ryougi Shiki's blade slashed like lightning at the magical clumps surging toward Francesca.

Then, controlling the rhythm of his body in mid-air, he executed a 30-60 degree spinning whip kick, striking Francesca in the back.

He was directly plunged into the vortex of magic.

However, after Ryougi Shiki finished doing all of this, she felt a tiny bit of regret.

Because with her current physical abilities comparable to a heroic spirit, this kick...

Um, is it really possible for this guy to survive?

This needs to be questioned.

Chapter 359 The Garden of Sinners (Forty)

Seventeen years + seventeen years + seventeen years + ... seventeen years...

It's impossible to calculate anymore.

Seventeen years as a life lived by Matouchi, and countless seventeen years as a life lived by Yoichi.

These hundreds of years have formed the consciousness record of Matouchi at this moment.

What he has to do now is to defend himself against Beelzebub's pursuit over this period of several hundred years.

Meanwhile, find out the possibilities for defeating Beelzebub and combine them into a solution to Beelzebub.

But now he has a question: when he chose to revive his consciousness at Ryudou Temple, the assistance he wanted did not come as he had expected.

There are two possibilities.

First, he was unwilling to help...

Secondly, he does not exist in that record.

Third, it is simply a specific memory logic program.

Therefore, Matou Ike decided to take the initiative to meet with him to verify his guess.

......

Beneath Ryudong Temple lies the Great Holy Grail, underground.

Matou Ike returned to the time of his first true resurrection, which was the period after the Holy Grail War ended and before his body had been reconstructed.

It was also the first time he and the "Arbitrator" truly met in this world.

This is a sea where you can breathe.

"That's the Holy Grail... No, you... have you already progressed to this point...?"

Matouike turned around and looked at the figure slowly emerging from the bottom of the ocean.

Matou Ike was about to give a brief explanation of his current situation.

But the "arbitrator" shook his head and said to him:

"You've come to me now because you want my help?"

"Yes."

Matou Ike nodded in response.

"Unfortunately, I can't help you right now."

"why?"

Matou Ike was neither annoyed nor frustrated by the "arbitrator's" words; he simply asked calmly.

"Because I am now bound by a contract with Him, if I overstep the bounds, the backlash of the oath will come, and this is your consciousness recording space, so these backlashes will affect you."

After thinking for a while, Matou Ike asked again.

"Well, there's another question. I just came here, but I couldn't find you. Why is that?"

"Because in the memory fragments you entered before, there was no interaction between you and me. That means I didn't exist in your memory, so I don't exist."

The adjudicator spoke calmly, then stretched out his hand and drew lines in the sea of ​​magic.

He explained to Matouchi the principles behind the formation of the consciousness recording space.

If it has not been recorded, it is as if it does not exist.

What exists is merely a projection of what is recorded.

How idealistic!

After Matou Ike roughly understood, a question popped into her mind.

"If all these things are just projections, doesn't that mean they are just manifestations of my personal consciousness?"

"Yes."

After receiving an affirmative answer, Matou Ike immediately asked:

"If that's the case, then how could my mere manifestation of consciousness possibly harm Him? And how could you..."

Matouchi's current state perfectly illustrates the saying, "The more you know, the more confused you become."

“You’re not wrong in thinking that way. Although your records span several hundred years, His, as one of the original biological deities, spans hundreds of millions of years. Compared to that, it is indeed just a drop in the ocean.”

Matou Ike nodded; this was precisely what he didn't understand.

Based on the number of records made by his consciousness, it is completely inferior to that of Beelzebub.

This is simply a cumulative problem.

If the nuclear bomb he manifested using the "wish fulfillment" technique from that memory was merely a manifestation of his consciousness.

It might not even reach the point where it can penetrate the defense.

But Beelzebub was indeed harmed...

Could it be that we've been tricked?

No, because there is another piece of evidence.

But......