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

"despair."

Aiwen stopped and to his left, not far away, turbid liquid was splashing and flowing freely.

"..."

There is no sound anymore.

The bulging pupils shattered into a white paste, and the twisted limbs swelled like bloated earthworms.

[Save me…]

Above the still intact chest cavity was the remaining half of the neck that had been torn apart by brute force.

【help me. 】

Black and red sticky substances of varying thickness were pulled out from the wound, which were long and thin granulation tissues.

Please save me.

Just like a low-quality garbage bag torn open by a child, some nerves are not dead and are still beating slightly.

【I don’t want to die.】

The dark red paint sprayed all over the walls spread wantonly along the rough gravel coating, mixed with filth along the way, and finally seeped into the cracks in the ground, like the end of a materialized human soul after being tainted by despair.

【Why. 】

The smell of rust accompanies the steaming heat. In this small corner, there exists a miserable picture that is not tolerated by society.

【Ah ...

——Death, death, blood-red, death, blood-red, wailing, blood-red, wailing, despair, wailing, struggle, death, despair.

The fragility of life and the consequences of violence are so intuitively displayed in the deserted magical world.

In two days, all that would remain here would be bones gnawed by stray dogs. Then this person's disappearance would be counted as a stray dog murder, and the authorities, responding to public outrage, would clear out a wave of stray dogs and then let the matter rest.

There was no fluctuation on Aiwen's face, except for his dark blue eyes which narrowed uncomfortably. The misalignment between his vision and the world was particularly obvious at this moment.

"He chose a corner where it's hard to be seen, but his technique is so crude, and there's so much waste. It seems he was being chased so quickly that he didn't have time to eat carefully."

Putting his hand on his chin, Aiwen noticed something was wrong: "I'm not the only one tracking him. There's another one."

"This body has been here for a quarter of an hour. It took me twenty-five minutes to chase it here. If he was trying to evade me, he wouldn't have been so wasteful. Not even a drop of blood would have been left."

"Such a brutal appearance, it looks like it was chased and had no choice but to rip the head open and pour blood into it."

Several possibilities flashed through Aiwen's mind as he walked around the corpse and continued walking in a certain direction.

"Could it be the administrator of Misaki Town? It's certainly their responsibility to protect the safety of the spiritual land and eliminate invading magi, but the lives of humans shouldn't be included in that."

"Looking at the intensity of their pursuit, it's really not like the attitude of a normal magician. The spiritual vein manager here seems to value the human side."

"No, not necessarily."

The steps never stopped, and the thinking never stopped.

"Speaking of magicians, it seems that Aozaki, whom I met at school this morning, is one of them. Although she has a bad temper, she is surprisingly a good person in the usual sense."

"If the spiritual vein manager is her, or her elders, then such an action is possible."

"Should we say hello if we meet Aozaki? As a courtesy, it's only natural to greet him. After all, we're classmates now and share a secret (magic)."

Ignoring the cruel death just now, Aiwen's thoughts gradually went astray.

"Boom!"

"..."

I stopped thinking about the greeting style when I heard a dull sound not far away, like something heavy falling to the ground.

"found it."

No more clues were needed, no more thinking was needed, the filthy Dead Apostles and the magician who had forced him to flee were right there.

The man's roar could be heard, the earth's trembling could be felt, and the vortex of magic gathered into a storm. At this moment, the battle between the two opposing sides seemed to be intensifying.

The pace quickened, Aiwen intended to witness the end of this chase.

Maybe both sides in the confrontation will dislike him, but he doesn't care. He is fine with being hostile to both sides at the same time.

But as he got closer, Aiwen's mind kept overflowing with distracting thoughts and whispers arose from the depths of his mind.

Why go ahead? Don't I have anything else to do? What's there to see ahead? Why not go back?

Go back, go back, go back...

Is there nothing more important?

Go home quickly...]

Aiwen's face remained calm. He didn't stop walking, and even answered those whispers seriously: "I have nothing to do, and nowhere to go back to, but I want to kill that dead apostle."

He had realized that some kind of magic barrier was taking effect, an extremely excellent and profound conceptual barrier of consciousness, which achieved perfect closure by weakening people's curiosity.

Ordinary people will not notice anything unusual, and it does not require subsequent processing like a physical closed barrier. It is a high-end barrier.

But it doesn't work so well against magicians, and it also doesn't have the desired effect on people like Aiwen who have no distractions and few needs.

Compared to the many humans who built civilization, he had few ideas, pursued nothing, and cared about nothing. The compatibility between him and the "Nameless Forest" of Arizuma Kuonji was extremely poor.

But based on this barrier, he judged the magician's level.

"Not only did they choose a good spot, they also set up a barrier."

Looking around, the place where the sound came from was close to the edge of the city, with few pedestrians. Setting up another layer of barrier would make it even safer.

"He's an excellent magician." Aiwen nodded. For him, this was already a very high evaluation.

Whether it is the choice of battlefield or the means of driving away the enemy, it can be seen that he has his own ideas. Judging from the situation, he is on the suppressing side, and his magic level is very advanced.

"However, we still lack understanding of the Dead Apostles. A mind-interference barrier isn't enough to defeat them. We need an additional physical barrier."

"Dead Apostles don't care about the rules of the Magic Association. They will do whatever it takes."

"Boom boom boom!"

Just as he finished speaking, dozens of sturdy stitched monsters suddenly rushed out from the left corner of the street, their arms still clutching unconscious humans on their backs, and the leader's momentum was even more astonishing.

These were the subordinates brought by the Dead Apostles. Called by their master, they abandoned their original mission of hunting in secret and came to support.

Not only do they have a Level V Night Demon leader, but they also possess extraordinary abilities in the dark. Not to mention humans, even a single magician is just prey.

Without knowing fear, they hurriedly ran through the alleys, with only their master's coordinates in their eyes, and therefore had no idea that they had entered the field of vision of death.

"Da da da."

The sound of brisk footsteps sounded like a death knell.

Hearing the unfamiliar voice, the Night Clan members suddenly stopped, and dozens of eyes were fixed on the approaching beautiful figure.

The other person didn't look at them, but just turned on the Sony Ericsson Walkman at his waist and put on the headphones.

Aiwen didn't intend to hear their voices again.

As the tape turned, soothing pop songs began to play, isolating the heavy atmosphere.

"Your master has really bad luck. It seems that this supply cannot be delivered."

Aiwen spoke to himself, and in his eyes, as clear as a green lake, the dark blue vortex reflected the fate of his enemies.

The Dead Apostles avoided that gaze as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

Fear made their hands and feet stiff, and their twisted spines felt like iron stakes were driven into them. The hallucinations of cold and heat came together, paralyzing them to the point of being unable to think.

"Uh~ah..."

There was fear mixed in the groans.

They instinctively understood that their own end was there.

"I don't want to touch the dirt, so I won't show you the tree. You have to face these eyes."

As mentioned before, the [Branch of the Tree of Life] carries the spirit and will of Iven. Using it to control the Dead Apostles is like touching excrement with your hands.

Therefore, the Mystic Eye will only serve as the core of the battle when facing Dead Apostles.

Aiwen's mind moved, and the spreading [branch] extended to three meters around his body, and the magic power provided instantly increased dramatically, enough to perform a large number of offensive magic.

He raised his finger and pointed at a random Dead Apostle.

Complex pale blue characters and patterns emerged and combined, and with the simple process of "pointing", the magic was successfully activated.

The air was pulled and compressed, turning into a blunt blade, which slid smoothly along the thin ice-blue line that only he could see.

This is a very basic magic trick. The air blade is neither sharp nor heavy, but the controllability of the launch speed and movement trajectory is excellent.

It cannot cut like a sharp blade. If it hits a human, it will be like hitting with an iron ruler, and the force is so strong that it can't even break bones, and can only cause bruises.

In magic battles, its only role is to interfere with the opponent's construction of the spell. In terms of lethality, it is not even as good as the magic bullet launch of the same basic magic.

Using it against the Dead Apostles was a complete mistake. A blow that even ordinary people could withstand wouldn't even cause a scratch on them.

——According to common sense, this should be the case.

"Wow..."

"Pah."

There was no sound, no struggle, just sudden scattering all over the ground.

His limbs, waist, abdomen, small intestine, appendix and ribs, his insides were like a cut dragon fruit, the cut surface as smooth as a mirror.

The Level V Dead Apostles were like disassembled building blocks, scattered on the ground, their muscles not even twitching with reflex, and the foul smell of their internal organs filled the alley.

he died.

A scene beyond comprehension struck the remaining Dead Apostles. They did not understand what was happening before their eyes.

Why, why could a mere basic magic kill a Dead Apostle? Why was that death so horrific and unspeakable? Why did they encounter such a monster?

It was incomprehensible. The night was clearly their domain, but now it made them feel suffocated.

"Ah...ah! Run! Don't come over here!"

Finally, the fear deep in their hearts overwhelmed everything. The Dead Apostles abandoned the humans in their hands, turned around and fled wailing, betraying their master's orders.

No different from humans when they are preyed upon.

The fluctuations of magical power were approaching from behind the Dead Apostles, and they were destined to be unable to escape the future seen by those eyes.

Chapter 4: Crusade (k)

Jiuonji Youzhu walked quickly on the street, occasionally passing through the alleys, like a ghost in the dark night, with the starlings flying in the sky guiding the direction ahead.

As a witch, Yuzu actually has very poor athletic ability, and her slender hands and feet cannot catch up with her more powerful opponents.

Under normal circumstances, only Youzhu would be left far behind.

Magicians are not focused on fighting, they are researchers, and strength is just a by-product of research. They are no match for warriors in controlling subtle opportunities and integrating their own abilities.

It is normal to attack from behind and take advantage of the opponent's lack of understanding of one's magic, and kill on the first sight.

Because of the versatility of magic, it can be said that the essence of magic warfare is intelligence warfare.

Magic that is displayed in the open loses its power, because the destructive power of most magic tricks is not as good as that of a single-soldier rocket launcher, and the launch speed is far slower than that of a pistol.

As a great witch, Arizu Kuonji's magic is different from normal magic, but she is also a traditional magician.

She laid out a position to protect herself, sent out her familiars to test the types and characteristics of magic that the enemy was good at, and then used the poly that restrained the opponent to annihilate them in one fell swoop. This was her combat habit.

Because Yuzu herself is relatively delicate compared to other girls of the same age, she is a real princess character. Her combat power relies entirely on [Fairy Tale Monsters], and she is a typical puppet user.