Crossover Anime: Collecting Treasures from All Worlds Starting with Type-Moon

This is the most powerful faction in the Clock Tower, and its current head, Barthelo Lorea, is known as the strongest magician in the world, having once created the terrifying story of tearing apart a True Ancestor of the Dead Apostles.

"whispering sound."

Despite his displeasure, under the immense pressure of the other party's powerful background, even Lord from the Modern Magic Department could only spit out a bitter spit.

"Well—the story begins seven years ago."

"Seven years ago, a similar case occurred in London, in which there were a total of seven victims, all of whom were holders of the Magic Eye."

"Hey, hey, hey, why haven't we heard of such a famous case?"

"It's very simple. The Legal Affairs Department and the Holy Church have jointly implemented information control. All case details are classified as confidential, and even the Lord has no authority to access them."

Ryori Adashino smiled and adjusted her glasses, as if she was already certain of victory.

"He actually confessed on his own initiative. This is really not like the style of the Department of Law and Politics."

El-Melloi II said sarcastically from the side.

"The investigators at the time included not only members of the Magicians' Guild, but also agents of the Holy Church. That person was you, Father Caleb, who possesses the Mystic Eye of Illusion."

"It's down."

The elderly priest stood up.

"Father Caleb possesses the magic eye of the past, yet he still hasn't found the murderer."

"Ms. Theresa possessed the magical eye that could see into the future, but she still couldn't save her own life."

"The Magic Eye is not omnipotent. Although it is said to be the original magic, it is at most just a prop. The final result depends on how the user uses it."

Shen Qiu picked up a cappuccino and stared at the icy beauty in the kimono with his three-tomoe Sharingan.

"Want to know why? It's actually quite simple."

"Because the murderer is not at the scene of the crime at all, no matter how hard we search, it is impossible to find the real culprit."

"Oh, I see. That makes sense. No wonder we couldn't find the real culprit."

Yvette looked like she suddenly understood.

"You mean... remote killing? A curse? Assassination? But even so, it's impossible to leave no evidence at all."

El-Melloi II was the first to voice his opposition.

"The crime scene... wasn't that room?"

"So, who exactly killed Miss Theresa?"

Just then, Olga Marie, her eyes vacant, walked towards the group carrying a box, and inside the box... was... the head of Theresa!

"A bunch of people pretending to be ignorant when they know the truth, what a boring bunch."

After downing his cappuccino in one gulp, Shen Qiu's gaze involuntarily turned toward the so-called "Koles." It must be said that this former Lord of the Modern Magic Department was truly a top-notch impersonator.

"Theresa had a premonition of her death, but she knew it was unavoidable. So, she made preparations in advance using the Amsfia family's unique imaginary number pocket. Even if the murderer cut off her head in an instant, it would fall into the imaginary number pocket, and the murderer would not be able to take it away."

"And the Amsfia family's unique imaginary magic can freeze time and space the moment a head falls in. In other words, when Olga Marie removed the head, Theresa was still alive."

"And she also said three words—"

As she spoke, Ryori Adashino turned her gaze toward Father Caleb.

"Those three words are: Caleb."

As soon as Ryori Adashino finished speaking, all the magicians present stood up, some even preparing defensive measures. The hatred between the Holy Church and the Magicians' Association gave them reason to believe that Father Caleb had killed Theresa.

Shen Qiu, however, remained seated and motionless.

"Motivation, motivation."

“Every case must have a motive. Father Caleb already possesses the gem-grade Mystic Eye of the Illusion, which is so powerful that it can even bring the past to life and then sever it. With such a powerful Mystic Eye, there is no need to search for others.”

"Maybe he's a born serial killer, who knows? 0.5, Mr. Matou Aki?"

"Then your reasoning is baseless, no, it's not even reasoning, it's just wishful thinking."

Shen Qiu finished saying what El-Melloi II was supposed to say in one breath, and when he looked at Adano Ryori, his expression had become somewhat strange.

This woman... is really interesting.

Even though there was no prior arrangement, they were able to unexpectedly cooperate with anyone and even put on a good show for themselves.

"You possess the Illusionary Eyes, which allow you to see things appear in the real world and become reality. It was through this method that you successfully murdered the seven victims in London, as well as Miss Theresa."

"Father Calleber".

"I can confirm this. He can indeed bring the vanished strike back to life."

Just then, a strange woman, or perhaps not even a human being, appeared in the train carriage, her entire body radiating a blue glow.

“I am the acting manager of the Magic Eye Collection Train. I have come to retrieve the Magic Eye from Father Caleb, as agreed beforehand.”

"Wait, wait, not yet..."

Just as the manager of the Eye-Collecting Train was about to gouge out Father Caleb's eyes, a faint voice appeared in everyone's ears.

"Shinra Tensei!"

Chapter 436: Shen Qiu's Wrath! The Turning-Off Demon Eye Train (Please Subscribe)

"boom!"

Although Shen Qiu had deliberately reduced the power of his Shinra Tensei inside the carriage, the Shinra Tensei's incredibly strong rebound force still caught the manager of the Mystic Eye Collection Train completely off guard, sending him flying dozens of meters away.

He couldn't get up for half a day.

Crimson blood flowed from the mouth of this eerie woman, whose entire body was covered in dark blue, and it took her a long time before she managed to stand up.

Everyone stared in disbelief at the scene. No one expected that this seemingly seventeen or eighteen-year-old magician would suddenly launch an attack, and that his target would be the acting manager of the Magic Eye Collection Train.

"Matou Aki, are you going to make an enemy of the entire Mystic Eye Collection Train?!"

Upon witnessing this, Leondra immediately stepped forward and angrily rebuked the white-haired boy. However, before she could finish speaking, she heard another voice—

"All things are attracted by heaven!"

His body instantly lost control and flew uncontrollably toward Shen Qiu. His neck was firmly locked in mid-air by Shen Qiu, and his entire body was unable to move under the powerful and terrifying force.

She had a premonition that if she dared to move even slightly, the boy would snap her neck in an instant.

The rippled Rinnegan stared at Leondra's eyes, which were covered by flax, and Shen Qiu released a murderous aura as vast as a sea of ​​blood, filling the entire Mystic Eye Collection Train.

Some magicians even knelt down and vomited because they couldn't stand the intense murderous aura, while others experienced hallucinations and delusions.

"To be an enemy of the Demon Eye Collection Train? No, no, no, it is not worthy."

"You're Dead Apostles, aren't you? Am I right?"

Leondra couldn't answer Shen Qiu's question because the boy was choking her.

　11 “Let me guess who your backer is.”

Shen Qiu's tone was indifferent and contemptuous, without the slightest fear in it.

"Hey, young man, there's no need for you to do this for an old man..."

"Shut up, I'm not just doing this for you."

At that moment, Father Caleb Frampton felt as if the handsome young man in front of him had instantly become a different person, even though he was a gentle and refined young man just a second ago.

But the next second, he seemed to transform into a god who ruled over everything.

This is Shen Qiu's initial divine status, and even an initial divine status is one that cannot be defiled.

"What terrifying killing intent! Master... Master, just how many people must have been killed to solidify this killing intent? Just who is this Matou Aki?"

While Gray's reaction wasn't as strong as other magicians', she still showed signs of shortness of breath and nausea, while El-Melloi II beside her barely maintained the dignity of a Lord.

He took out a cigar from his pocket, lit it silently, and that was the only way he could maintain emotional stability.

"Is that the fourteenth ancestor, Valeri Fernando Vandirshtam? I heard that his greatest hobby is finance, and making money by driving a Magic Eye Collection Train is quite in line with his style."

"It's still that fifteenth ancestor, Rita Rogéan, that young lady who calls herself an artist, indulging in a life of extravagance and debauchery all day long. That must require a huge expense."

"Or perhaps the seventeenth ancestor, Tefum Ottenrose, also known as the White Winged Lord. I've heard that as one of the oldest Dead Apostles, he possesses countless riches. Could the Demon Eye Collection Train also be part of his fortune?"

The boy's voice was as cold as the coldest winter day. As he casually listed the true progenitors of the Dead Apostles, something called "sweat" began to appear on the train conductor Rodin's body, something he hadn't done in a long time.

Ryori Adano covered her face with the long sleeves of her kimono. She couldn't understand why the boy who had just been arguing passionately with her would suddenly turn against the Mystic Eyes Collection Train.

But she knew one thing: none of this mattered to Shen Qiu.

Yes, because he is a mage, the third mage, a powerful being acknowledged by the Grand Marshal of the Magic Path, Gemstone Onzelridge, and even capable of rivaling himself.

He doesn't need any reason; if he wanted, he could even be an enemy of the entire Dead Apostle community, and the Dead Apostles would avoid him like the plague.

Because no one dared to provoke a mage, and no one wanted to make an enemy of a mage.

The so-called eternal and immortal powers of the Death Apostles' progenitors seem so laughable in the face of true third magic, like the difference between a firefly and the sun, with no comparison whatsoever.

"That's enough, I don't want to guess anymore."

After saying that, Shen Qiu threw Leondra more than ten meters away as if he were throwing away trash, and even smashed the door of a carriage.

"From the moment I got on the bus, you've been eyeing my demonic eyes."

Shen Qiu stared directly at the train manager, whose entire body was shrouded in dark blue. His eyes condensed from three tomoe into the shape of a four-cornered windmill, then into the rippled state of the Rinnegan, and finally into the brilliant golden Thousand-Mile Eye.