Type-Moon: Root Seiko

“You are not allowed to go.”

Luo Zhen immediately anticipated this and grabbed her arm.

She stared wide-eyed at Luo Zhen, who was obstructing her.

"Calm down. This is just an inherent barrier, a mental landscape of someone's mind."

Luo Zhen's arm remained as steady as a rock, firmly holding the restless girl: "Think carefully, have you experienced this history?"

"Is this what you witnessed in the past, or is it your imagination?"

"……no."

Kyoko suddenly became depressed.

She looked down at the besieging army below the cliff, their overwhelming military might covering the entire mountainside.

The tiny eagle's nest was no different from a child's sandcastle in front of this massive army; it would crumble in the wind.

Her eyes were filled with pain: "I never participated in the war... I never had the chance."

“I died before the war even began. I died too soon, without even the chance to fight alongside my countrymen.”

"So after being summoned, knowing that the sect would soon be destroyed after my death... I, I..."

"So that's why you were so determined to train Canaan into a new generation of Hassan, even though you didn't succeed at all," Luo Zhen said.

Kyoko looked shocked, as if to say, "How did you know?!" but was completely ignored by Ryouma.

This girl doesn't hide anything at all; all her thoughts are written on her face.

Everyone in the Luo family could see her expectation of Canaan, and her assertive desire to show herself as the older sister and mentor.

She's just not cut out for this, and Canaan is definitely not the type to be changed by others.

“This is not your world.” Luo Zhen emphasized again, “What we are looking for is the master who created this mental landscape, to seize the spiritual veins, and to save the world.”

"Take a deep breath with me. Inhale, inhale, exhale... Feeling calmer now?"

"……Um."

Although she felt the breathing rhythm was a bit strange, Kyoko obediently nodded and listened.

She was a very obedient girl, truly a fanatical believer who had devoted his life to asceticism.

Because of her previous experiences, although she would never admit it, she had already come to regard Luo Zhen as the dominant one who was above her in status.

This turned the effects of "Berserk" in a positive direction, making her more willing to obey Luo Zhen's orders.

She glanced one last time at the army below the mountain.

"What do we do now?" she asked. "Where are the corrupted heroic spirits? Are they Tatar generals or something like that?"

Luo Zhen shook his head.

He could already sense the massive, murky accumulation of magical energy, located above the eagle's nest.

And this feeling... Luo Zhen's expression immediately turned serious.

He tightened his grip on Kyoko's shoulders: "Watch calmly, it's coming soon."

"What's coming?"

Before Kyoko could finish her question, the explosion of magic instantly pierced through space.

She heard a female voice filled with hatred.

"【Zabaniya (delusional illusion)!】"

Kyoko's throat tightened from the impact.

It felt like being hit head-on by a tsunami, and for a moment I lost control.

The million-strong Mongol army below the mountain shared the same feeling.

The immense magical power manifested into countless clones of varying heights, weights, and ages, appearing before the Mongol army soldiers!

For a moment, this scene reminded me of the orange dolls.

But unlike those tools that are completely controlled by oranges.

These suddenly appearing heroic spirits all wore pale skull masks on their faces.

They were all Hassans!

"No—" Kyoko instinctively uttered, but it was pointless.

In a mere instant, the ultimate assassination was accomplished.

If the Mongols have an army of 100,000, then they can simply send out 100,000 Hassans in an instant.

From soldiers to generals.

All the villains who showed hostility towards the nest were assassinated by Hassan, who appeared beside them, with the exact moment of their deaths.

The merciful assassins gave them swift and decisive deaths, leaving them no time to feel fear.

In the end, only corpses remained on the battlefield.

Kyoko was so shocked that she covered her mouth as if she was about to vomit, and her whole body trembled.

"It's time to go." Luo Zhen didn't give her much time to process her feelings.

This time, it was Luo Zhen who pulled her forward, heading towards the eagle's nest at the top of the mountain.

Meanwhile, he was already analyzing: "The time is the mid-13th century, on the eve of the destruction of the Old Man of the Mountain sect."

"History has clearly changed. This last Hassan suddenly gained immense power, enabling him to fight against the Mongol army."

"But of course it's fake, keep reading."

...Kyoshiko hesitantly obeyed the order, gazing once more at the hellish scene.

She saw the Mongol army lying dead on the ground, their bodies rapidly melting away.

Then it turned into a stream of pitch-black magic and flowed into the eagle's nest!

On the horizon, another Mongol army, fully equipped and ready to go, suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

They are pushing their siege weapons to the city walls and will soon take their place.

“This is a cyclical world,” Luo Zhen said without turning his head. “These Mongols are the ‘spiritual veins.’ They’ve disguised themselves as a sitcom, making the people involved entertain themselves and constantly absorbing magic power.”

"To be able to set up the stage to this extent is quite meticulous. The Heroic Spirit whose Spirit Origin was modified is probably also confined to the framework of his previous life, and is actively repeating all of this in order to eliminate his regrets."

What a terrible mechanism, just like a hamster wheel.

Luo Zhen was now truly convinced: the 'Root of the Flow' who did this was definitely a wicked woman, far worse than Canaan!

"...You're saying that this last Hassan is trapped in this time loop?"

Kyoshinko froze on the spot and grabbed Rōzō.

Her pupils dilated, and her numb face revealed no emotion.

Luo Zhen nodded: "Yes."

"So her self-awareness must be unclear? She thinks she's desperately trying to save the sect?"

"affim."

"She was used as a device to collect magic? She was made to experience the humiliation of the cult's destruction over and over again, and then given false illusions to make her believe that she was saving the cult?"

"really."

hiss……

Kyoko took a deep breath.

His gaze regained its composure.

That determined look in his eyes is wonderful.

Luo Zhen asked, "You know this Hassan, right? Are you from the same generation as her?"

"Ah."

Kyoshiko took a step forward and led Ryoujin once again.

She indicated that she knew the secret passage to the eagle's nest and led him down a different path.

She said, "She is my friend."

"She is also the sister I respect and admire most on my spiritual path—'Baymahasan'."

(Hassan Baek-myo: Left middle (€€ω€€))

Chapter 105 The Angel of Death, Spirit Origin Reload (4k)

Hassan Hundred-Faced was self-aware, knowing that he was probably the weakest Hassan in history.

The former lovers were either poisonous women who had refined everything in their bodies into highly toxic substances, or ascetics who had undergone trials to obtain the arm of a demon god.