Type-Moon, I'm a magician, is that true?

"If it were the real sun, I really wouldn't be able to do anything about it, but the conceptual sun isn't enough to leave me powerless."

"Ding~~~"

He placed his thumb on the bottom of the test tube and gently flicked it upwards. With a crisp sound, the test tube spun and flew up into the sky, attracting the attention of both Youzhu and Chengzi.

However, Youzhu had a look of enlightenment, while Chengzi had a look of fear.

"You've finally taken it out? The legendary [Moon Oil]. But you've already summoned the Bridge Giant. If you summon another Great Three, your body won't be able to sustain it."

"It doesn't matter. As long as I defeat you before you reach your limit, that's enough."

Yes, that's it.

Orange felt inexplicably wronged, and she had no idea where this unusual anger came from.

Is it just because I attacked that cute little magician? But I was the one who lost in the end and was badly hurt?!

Not only did he lose his feet and eyes, but even Beo was inexplicably weakened. Otherwise, why would he need to try so hard to deal with it? Wouldn't he have just let the golden wolf bite him one by one?

"But there's nothing I can do. Maybe this is just my fate. I always feel like nothing goes right after I set foot in Misaki Town."

After estimating his own cards, Orange felt a little pessimistic.

The Moon Oil has been released, and the surrounding environment has become strange. The darkness deep in the woods has been activated and is ready to move.

The magic power of the Age of Gods has begun to fill this wasteland. Green mist wanders between heaven and earth. The king of artifacts with a history of more than a thousand years is exerting its divine power.

The runestone on the second floor of the old school building creaked, and the conceptual sun was fighting against the imaginary skyscraper.

On one side is the mystery accumulated by sheer quantity, on the other side is the only treasure created by an ancient and unique magic system, and they are like mortal enemies, incompatible with each other.

"Now that we've come this far, we have to go all-in."

Orange murmured in a low voice, she actually had a trump card at this moment, she was indeed a genius among geniuses.

"Come, my strongest puppet, Dead Apostle Experiment Number Seven."

Following Orange's shout, the powerful puppet that once defeated Aoko came running out from the direction of the old school building, landing on all fours.

Moreover, compared to before, the curse wrapped around it now is visibly larger than before.

However, this also attracted the attention of someone who had been observing the fight from the sidelines, abiding by his agreement with Aoko.

Chapter 67: Decision to Intervene

Although the distance was far, Aiwen still sensed the curse unique to the Dead Apostles, chaotic and conspicuous.

And it was different from the one from Jewel Old Man. Aiwen was sure that this was the most authentic kind of Dead Apostle flavor.

This made his eyes light up a little.

"Well, now that the Dead Apostles have appeared, there's nothing we can do."

Aiwen silently convinced himself.

"We've been hunting them with Jiuyuan Temple at night, which is an unwritten agreement. This conflicts with the promise I made to Qingzi not to attack."

"If the two agreements conflict, then it's like there's no agreement at all. You can do whatever you feel like."

After forcing himself to a conclusion, Aiwen finally decided not to stand by and watch.

In fact, he had wanted to intervene a long time ago, but Qingzi's words while lying on the hospital bed were still vivid in his mind, which made him very conflicted.

But as long as he could find an excuse, no matter whether it was reasonable or not, Aiwen had a reason to act according to his heart.

"Well now, let's give Qingzi some support."

After taking a look at the current battlefield situation, Aiwen nodded.

He stretched out his right hand and pointed it at the old school building in the distance. The branches of the tree grew silently, no longer spreading in a circle as usual, but spreading straight like an iron ruler.

It grew, grew, and continued to extend until this spiritual fiber, like an external magic circuit, touched the area opened by the Moon Oil.

Like inserting a straw into soda, or submerging plant roots in a puddle.

The branches continuously draw on the magical power of the Age of Gods that this supreme Ploy exhales and uses to support Aiwen's technique.

"First strike as a greeting."

Aiwen closed his eyes and drew upon the rich magical power of the Age of Gods. The originally green magical mist was transformed into a pure white.

"Declaration of the Earth: Proliferation, Absorption, Pressure, and Plasticity."

"Continue chanting, declaring Water: Directed impact, double the kinetic energy."

It was no longer a simple use like in the previous battle with Aoko. With the help of abundant magic power, Aiwen chanted the magic a second time and added changes.

The characteristic of [Declaration·Water] is the flow and application of force, which can gather power at a point and cause greater damage.

Above Aiwen, the stones and steel absorbed from the rooftop were condensing into a mass up to ten meters long, so sharp that it was terrifying.

"Ready, target locked, calibration."

Aiming his sights at the Dead Apostle puppet charging towards Aoko, Aiwen adjusted the angle of his giant javelin.

"Leap, Lance Three."

Along with an unknown code name, a giant shuttle-shaped object fifteen meters long and five meters thick burst out, accelerating to the extreme within a second, and a sharp whistling sound of friction with the air could be heard.

The movement was like a spear thrown by an ancient giant. Rather than relying on its sharpness to pierce through the enemy, it seemed more like it intended to smash all enemies into meat paste.

By the way, there’s no special reason why it’s called “Lance No. 3”, it’s just because this is the third time that Aiwen has used this combination.

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On the other side, Youzhu looked at the running puppet solemnly. Her sight couldn't even keep up with the speed of the opposite side's sprint.

Although he had some knowledge of it before, it was not until this moment that Youzhu was sure to connect the VI-level dead apostle from more than ten days ago with Orange.

"I didn't realize you'd stooped so low, Orange."

Youzhu quickly retreated and hid behind the awakened terrifying ghost. He stared at Chengzi with contempt in his tone.

"So, you were the one who controlled the Dead Apostles who were killed earlier? Killing ordinary people to strengthen yourself is truly despicable."

"What are you talking about? I won't form an alliance with a Dead Apostle. Even though that Dead Apostle is related to me, he's actually my enemy."

With a casual wave of his hand, Orange clarified his reputation.

"It's only because I destroyed its territory and took away its last Stand before, so it went through all the trouble to chase it all the way to Misaki Town."

"After all, each of its doubles contains fragments of its own self, and the total number is limited. The last remaining double is too important for it to ignore."

Having said that, Orange curled the corners of his mouth.

"I actually have to thank you for this. You helped me get rid of an enemy. Otherwise, I would be very uncomfortable being secretly targeted by a Dead Apostle."

"As for the substitute I took away, you should be able to guess where it was used."

As soon as he finished speaking, in less than a second, Youzhu's gaze had shifted to the puppet behind Orange.

"I see. Creating a puppet to manipulate the flesh and blood of a Dead Apostle is a bold idea."

"There's no other way. If I want to deal with you, Youzhu, I have to use all means. To cultivate a stand, I need a lot of fresh meat. I guess this is what exposed me."

Orange said helplessly, and the puppet behind her opened its mouth and roared as if agreeing with its master.

"But that wasn't my original plan. Now that I'm in such a desperate situation, I can only call it a disaster from heaven."

"Really? But I'm not interested."

As time passed, the number of monsters revived by the Moon Oil began to increase around Youzhu.

Tree people, ghosts and fairy-tale animals twisted their bodies with hideous grins and danced wildly.

But the King of Clowns showed a dissatisfied look in the dark, as if complaining that the stage here was not suitable for him.

Indeed, although this place is far away from human civilization, it is too desolate and there are no objects worthy of it awakening. However, the owner has rarely relaxed the restrictions, so it is not impossible for it to endure.

It is also very interested in ravaging the Dead Apostles.

The snow that kept falling from the sky was infected by the Moon Oil after entering its territory, becoming as sharp as steel. Under the manipulation of this fairy tale monster, it began to slash in a literal sense.

The battlefield has turned into a demonic realm, a strange place where ordinary people cannot survive. When it comes to large-scale control, Moon Oil is confident that it is not inferior to any Ploy.

"Come on, Orange, it's time to decide the winner."

Being held up by the tree spirit monster, Youzhu, standing at the top, gave an ultimatum from a high position. Her body was already feeling tired, and she had to speed up the process.

At a command, the snowflakes were controlled by the moon oil in the dark and silently rolled towards the orange. The crystal beauty bloomed in the air, forming a white trajectory like a heavenly path.

But if someone is really involved, being cut into pieces is not an adjective.

"Tsk, so I have no chance of winning against the Fairy Tale Witch or something!"

"Dead Apostle Unit 1, execute the order!"

In this crisis, Orange cursed and summoned the puppets to join the battle. Youzhu had witnessed the speed of the Dead Apostles that night, so naturally he did not dare to relax.

She bent her knees and crouched low, letting the tree people surround her as much as possible to form a shield, while her eyes were fixed on the Dead Apostle puppet running away.

——Run away?!

In an instant, a bad signal flashed through my mind.

Yuzu suddenly remembered the purpose of Orange's return. As a magician, she did not return to Misaki Town to fight with her.

Fighting her was simply unavoidable, but she was never the ultimate target.

"Qingzi, be careful!"

Along with the witch's voice, the figure of a Dead Apostle stomped the ground and suddenly rushed into the distance.

The destination it was heading towards was Aoko, who was constantly attracting an army of puppets in order to relieve Arizu's pressure.

Chapter 68: Long-lost Voice

"Hey! Why are you coming towards me?!"

Qingzi, who was trying his best to deal with the situation, saw the familiar figure running towards him like a cannonball and quickly rushed to the side.

Fortunately, she had been paying attention to the battlefield between Youzhu and Chengzi, otherwise she would not be able to react if only Youzhu reminded her.

After a quick roll on the ground, Qingzi half-crouched on the ground, staring closely at the Dead Apostle puppet that missed his target, and a little sweat could not help but secrete from his palms.

Facing the opponent who had crippled him again, Qingzi naturally felt a lot of pressure and was truly filled with fear.

But he was not afraid of his own death, but he was afraid that he would not be able to help Aiwen to take revenge in the end.

Just now, Youzhu exploded before her, so it seemed that she had no news, but in terms of discomfort, she was even more uncomfortable than Youzhu.

Youzhu was only sad because she lost her friend, but she had to bear the guilt of causing the death of her benefactor.

In terms of strength, she is no match for Youzhu and Chengzi now, so she can only try her best to block the battlefield and prevent the numerous puppets from interfering with Youzhu.

Although she knew that these dolls were just a matter of convenience for Moon Oil, she also wanted to play her role.

But now, Aoko should worry about herself.

Trying hard to recall the scene of the previous battle, Qingzi tensed his muscles, and the several secret patterns on his hands emerged one by one, filling in the magic bullet techniques one by one.

The puppet opposite is hiding in the splashing snowflakes, probably waiting for the opportunity to strike a fatal blow.

"It's just like a revolver duel between cowboys in an American blockbuster movie."

For some reason, Qingzi thought of this scene and smiled inexplicably. She pointed her right hand forward, and the magic bullet was ready to be fired.

The next half second would determine her life or death, and this time no one would come to save her.

"..."

The winter wind was biting cold. Although Qingzi was wearing a thick coat, her exposed palms couldn't help but tremble. This instinctive reaction was not something she could control.

But isn’t this the opportunity the enemy has been waiting for?

"sieve!"

The air currents were dispelled, the snowflakes were disrupted, and the puppet, using the physical functions of a Dead Apostle, rushed towards Aoko at a rapid speed.