Magician in Type-Moon

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The girl's rapidly falling figure appeared extremely slow to him.

The Deconstruction Eye was like a high-speed turbocharger, frantically draining his magic power.

His gaze pierced through the city's darkness, as if in the silent night, his world was magnified, slowed down, and refined.

In his vision, the girl seemed frozen in the flow of time; her figure floated in the air, and the world around her became blurry and distant.

They clearly captured every subtle movement and change in her.

He could even sense the pain and struggle deep within her heart, as if her emotions and thoughts were being deconstructed in his sight.

Those fragments of pain, those ripples of despair, are like a picture unfolding before our eyes.

He saw everything. Every breath, every blink, was magnified in his view, appearing extremely slow.

Magical interference—none.

Curse—no.

All she felt was a girl's desire to die; her pain stemmed entirely from within her. She was searching for a way out, a way to escape the torment deep within her heart.

boom--

The girl's body slammed heavily onto the cold cement floor, causing a violent impact.

Her body plummeted through the air, finally slamming into the ground with tremendous force, producing a heart-stopping thud.

Due to the immense force of the impact, small cracks or fragments even appeared in some parts of the ground.

As for the human body?

You'll know if you've ever swatted a mosquito with your hand in the summer.

A mosquito filled with blood bursts open when swatted by both hands, splattering blood everywhere and creating a horrifying bloodstain.

Similarly, the human body can suffer similar horrific consequences from a severe impact.

Matouike declined to comment on this.

He's still watching; he's very patient.

Because some things are already impatient.

It was a figure as swift as a wild beast, and the moment it appeared, Matou Ike saw the desire within it.

Eat! Eat! Eat!

This intense desire was like that of a hungry beast as it pounced on the mangled pieces of flesh on the ground.

Under Matouchi's mystical eye, information about his body flowed into Matouchi's mind in waves.

Muscle strength: This figure has strong and well-developed muscles, each muscle seems to have been meticulously sculpted, exuding an amazing sense of power, truly a body of steel.

Agility: The movements are swift and precise, and the transition from air to ground can be completed almost instantly.

Magic: None.

Perception: Able to quickly detect changes in the surroundings, and in combat, can transcend these limitations to become intuition.

"Has he already advanced? He's evolved from a pseudo-Dead Apostle into a true Dead Apostle? A guy of this strength isn't so easy to deal with."

As Matou Ike assessed the information entering her mind, she murmured, "But this guy isn't Shirasumi Rio."

He was like a nightmare sitting alone atop a high tower, indifferently watching the bloody drama unfolding on the street below, as if it had nothing to do with him.

This is a side effect of highly activating the Deconstruction Eye, or rather, a positive effect.

At this moment, compared to humans, he leans more towards the magician, and his thinking is more rational, as if he has a mechanical mind.

Before Matou Ike could make a move, the monster below, which was feeding, stopped.

He looked around with some confusion.

"Have they been discovered? Are they trying to escape?" Matou Ike pondered the monster's sudden actions below.

The monster slowly turned its head towards the sky, making a very long eye contact with Matou Ike.

In that instant, Matou Ike could sense the panic and confusion in the monster's eyes.

Immediately afterwards, the guy turned around and tried to run away.

Matouchi is preparing to take action.

However, just as it was about to leave, Matouike discovered that it had made an unexpected move.

Its movements were clumsy and hurried, clearly because it had lost its usual composure due to fear.

The thing pulled out a burlap sack from somewhere, as if it had turned this place into its own restaurant, intending to put the pieces of meat on the ground into the sack and take them away.

It was somewhat comical, quite laughable.

Even Matou Ike couldn't quite keep a straight face.

"You're clearly terrified, yet you can't bear to eat. Do you think it will take you a while to get downstairs?" Matou Ike smiled helplessly and turned off the Deconstruction Mystic Eye.

He even found the monster somewhat adorable; was the world insane, or was he insane?

As Matouchi stepped onto the rooftop railing, her perspective suddenly shifted.

He is falling.

According to common sense, it does take quite a bit of time to get from the top floor to the bottom floor.

But magic is not such an inconvenient thing.

Click.

With a popping sound from his joints, Matou Ike's body was returning to battle mode.

The Deconstruction Eye has been shut down, which makes him somewhat irritated, because his temporarily absent humanity has returned.

One second he could watch the girl in front of him commit suicide, but the next second he was furious because her body had been desecrated.

At this moment, Matou Ike clearly felt the spiral of contradictions that the possessors of the Mystic Eyes were constantly in.

From a modern perspective, this is an extreme example of double standards.

But so what? As long as your mind is clear, that's all that matters.

In mid-air, Matou Ike stretched her body as much as possible, allowing her muscles and bones to relax.

The enhancement magic patterns covering his body shimmered with a faint light.

Although his physical strength still doesn't meet the standards of a Death Apostle, the impact force provided by the high-altitude dash is enough to cause damage to a Class B muscle strength.

He spread his arms naturally, feeling the exhilarating airflow high in the sky.

He adjusted his posture to ensure that the impending impact force could be directly transmitted to the target.

Every muscle is precisely engaged, like a sharp blade ready to slice through every inch of the air.

But not enough.

A colorless, transparent semicircle radiates outwards from Matouchi, and a spiraling halo envelops the entire body, rising up and isolating it from the outside.

The speed of Matou Pond's descent continued to increase, tearing the air apart.

An aperture is a type of barrier or protective enclosure.

But Matouike intends to use it as a weapon.

Under Matouchi's constant adjustments and guidance, the shape of the barrier changed.

It changed from a circle to a cone shape.

The shield bash was transformed into a spike.

Since we don't have the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception that can easily deal with the Dead Apostles, and can't see the death line of the creature in front of us, let's just grind it into mincemeat.

Of course, the head must be preserved.

Without warning, in the next frame, the humanoid monster's act of packing up came to an abrupt halt.

Everything is tilting.

In the next instant!

In a moment that even a phonograph cannot capture, the magic of the spiral arrives instantly, traversing hundreds of feet from the sky.

The ground has sunk, the glass is broken, and the steel frame is fractured.

The resilient flesh possessed only by the Dead Apostles was now pulverized into fragments, which flew in all directions.

Only one head was firmly held in Matou Ike's hand.

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Matou Ike raised her right hand and scattered shimmering fluorescent powder.

These powders glowed faintly in the night sky, drifting like stars.

The Dead Apostle's head had been separated from its shattered body and was held tightly in Matou Ike's left hand, where it had already been sealed with a magic spell.

But even so, the threat from the monster in front of them was not eliminated.

After all, this is a product that denies human history.

In the blink of an eye, the flesh and blood that had been churned into mincemeat and splattered everywhere began to wriggle again, as if trying to reassemble its body.

Matouike made no attempt to stop or prevent a possible attack.

Calmly, he took out his specially made magic costume "Little Helper" from his pocket and ejected the bullets loaded inside.

Then he threw the gun high into the air.

Having just finished this task, Matou Ike's free hand held a bullet that had been ejected from the "little helper" between each of his fingers.

He scanned the surroundings to determine the extent of the flesh and blood.

After mentally preparing himself, he suddenly knelt down on one knee and pressed the hand holding the bullet to the ground.

The blazing white flames began in Matouchi's palm and ended at the writhing flesh in the distance.

The flames spread in all directions.

The remaining bits of flesh seemed to sense the threat and began to multiply and swell, forming a thick layer of flesh on the outside to resist the burning of the flames.