Magician in Type-Moon

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Chapter 383 Ritual 4k

"The Starry Realm? What's that?"

Grey held the cage, her voice trembling uncontrollably.

After Orange attempted to use magic to control and peel away the city, they were pulled into this place by endless darkness. It gave her a feeling that was both familiar and strange, making her feel extremely uneasy.

"The place where the soul gradually falls after death." El-Melloi II stood like a professor on a lecture platform, his voice calm and steady. "In layman's terms, it is the underworld in a broad sense."

"The underworld?" Gray repeated subconsciously.

“That’s right.” The Second nodded. “Different regions and mythologies have different definitions of the underworld. For example, the Japanese myth of Yomi Naraku is somewhat related to the Chinese legend of the underworld. In fact, the two concepts may have been intertwined.”

As he spoke, he gently pushed up his glasses with his fingers, his tone carrying a touch of academic rigor:

"In the underworld, there are often one or more gods who control life and death. For example, Ereshkigal, the native underworld goddess in Mesopotamian mythology; Hades, the god of the underworld in Greek mythology; and Yama, one of the Ten Kings of Hell in Chinese legend. Although these gods have different forms and symbolic meanings, they all point to the same concept: the underworld, as the destination of the dead, has its own clear administrators."

Grey was speechless, but dared not interrupt. She simply hugged the cage tightly, her knuckles turning white.

“Different regional cultures,” the Second continued, “created the uniqueness of their respective mythologies and also led to the differentiation of human beliefs. The surface world—that is, the real world we live in—gradually reflected the results of these internalized concepts. Ultimately, these ideas of the underworld took root and sprouted, forming a vast and complex inner world as a transit point for the dead on their way to reincarnation.”

He pushed up his glasses, his tone slightly more forceful, as if to emphasize this point: "This is what is known as the Star Realm."

“Then… there will be…” Grey’s voice trembled slightly, and she stopped before she could finish speaking, as if she dared not continue.

The Second Prince picked up on her unfinished words and calmly said, "Yes, there should be such things as undead."

The answer was like a cold wind, causing Grey's body to stiffen involuntarily.

Despite being a gravedigger by profession and supposed to be used to dealing with the dead and death, she still couldn't help but tremble at the mention of the word "dead spirit," gripping the cage tightly with both hands as if it were the only thing that could give her a sense of security.

The Second Prince calmed Gray down a bit, and then walked with her toward where Orange and the others were.

In the darkness, Orange's lantern became the only beacon.

"What happened? Why didn't you continue..." Before the Second Prince could finish speaking, he saw a terrible scene in the light of the lantern in Orange's hand.

The ground was covered in blood, as if it had been painted, with pieces of meat scattered everywhere, leaving no room to even stand.

The Second Prince frowned slightly. He did not continue speaking, but slowly shifted his gaze away from the light of the lantern.

“What is this…” Gray’s voice was so soft it was almost inaudible, but it was trembling with barely suppressed emotion.

"The corpse," Orange said calmly.

Although the answer sounded problematic, Ninja immediately understood what Orange was trying to say.

Why are there corpses in the underworld?

Suddenly he said:

"impossible--"

Hana no Ryori's voice was filled with astonishment and confusion. Her fingers touched the slices of meat lightly, as if trying to extract some information from them.

Her brows furrowed, and her gaze grew increasingly serious.

"Impossible..." she repeated, muttering to herself, as if denying everything she had seen.

The Second Prince frowned slightly, approached the wreckage, and carefully examined the mangled corpse: "What's wrong? What did you find?"

Her expression turned serious:

"This body...we've already recovered it."

"You mean, like us, he was a magician who came to inherit the legacy of the city of desolation?"

The Second Prince frowned, clearly realizing the seriousness of the situation.

“That’s right, his body should have already been recovered…” Hana Ryori answered in a low voice, her gaze still fixed on the mangled pieces of flesh, clearly troubled.

"Didn't your legal department investigate the body?" The Second Prince's tone was somewhat impatient, seemingly dissatisfied with this obvious oversight in the investigation.

“Of course I investigated,” Hanako Ryori looked up, frowning, “but…”

"It's because the magic crests are gone, so they have no value to you other than being used as materials."

Orange said calmly, her tone tinged with a hint of coldness, as if she were scrutinizing everything, making even Grey feel a little breathless.

She paused for a moment, then continued, "But now is not the time to dwell on this. Haven't you noticed anything unusual?"

As she spoke, she raised the lantern above her head.

As her movements intensified, the magic flowing within the lantern began to increase dramatically, causing the light to surge instantly, becoming almost blinding.

The overload of magical input seemed to have broken through some limit, and the lantern's light rapidly expanded, illuminating the surrounding area that was originally shrouded in shadow.

The world shrouded in darkness began to become clear.

"What the hell? Isn't this the Star Nether Realm? How could this be..."

The scenery was revealed to be virtually indistinguishable from that of the real-life stripped-down city.

The only difference is—

The angels here are intact.

Heaven and earth lost their meaning in that very instant.

The moment the light shone on the angels, they came to life.

"————————————!!!"

An unusually loud sound echoed through the eerie, stripped-down city.

It's like an angel's song.

If the true face of this city's magic is sound, then that roar is a wave concealing magical power.

Sound waves inaudible to humans. Even if they are infused with magic imperceptible to ordinary people, they are undoubtedly an unknowable existence.

If magic power and wavelength are altered, it will not only stop the operation of the magic mark, but also deliver a dark blow to annihilate the enemy.

"Grey, it's up to you..." The Second Prince slowly retreated behind Grey, and Orange glanced at her and stopped her magic trick.

“…Yard, Phase One begins!” Gray raised the cage in her hand and lifted the silk cloth covering it.

"Great!"

The "cage" containing Yad had already deformed halfway and was unfolding further. The hazy phosphorescence, like the Fool's Fire "will-o'-the-wisp," immediately took on a new shape.

That's the shape of a harvest that everyone knows.

The form of harvesting souls.

The Grim Reaper, the Grim Reaper's scythe

"Hahaha, I'm in such a good mood! What a wonderful night! Time to eat my fill!"

The wave of magic was severed, and the mouth etched on the blade of the scythe opened wide in laughter.

A full moon with a gap hung high in the darkness.

Yad's blade was as beautiful as a crescent moon, and the colorful, shattered illusions were sadly imprinted on his heart.

......

at the same time.

The lanterns, swaying to the soft strains of music, now hang high in the sky.

A figure was running through the forest.

The speed at which this occurred can only be described as horrific.

Unlike the plains, the forest is full of various obstacles.

Needless to say, the view was blocked, and the thorns on the branches, the roots covered by fallen leaves, and the lush grass on the ground all stubbornly hindered everything from moving forward.

If we ignore these things and keep running, the forest can easily become a weapon.

Besides, this is in the mountains.

Not to mention the constant, violent shaking, sometimes even jumping off cliffs without hesitation, and sometimes leaping between tree branches.

Matouike raced through the forest covering Mount Kuchikawa at a speed exceeding that of any animal or vehicle imaginable.

During this process, wondrous things began to appear around him.

It looks like an insect.

There is a special kind of magic that keeps it fixed there like an insect.

It is a demon or monster.

Monsters and spirits emerged from the mountains and appeared everywhere.

Not just below the cliff.

Their figures appeared on the slope, as if to surround the Jiantong Pond.

But in reality, it's just following.

This is the magic of Night Raid.

It originated from the deity called Ōki no Kami.

After confirming that this was a reality reshaped by the Starry Sky Realm, Matou Ike knew what to do.

Although the outside world still cannot fully understand the true meaning behind the Imperial Sorcerer Guild's movements, Matou Ike is able to deduce their next move based on the information currently available.

First, the distorted Kabbalah Tree of Life base ritual is no longer the ordinary symbol of the Tree of Life.

The path of this ritual has been altered, becoming a shortcut for demons to transform into gods.

That twisted power was clearly not meant to enhance the power of an individual, but to break the rules, transcend the shackles of the gods, and touch upon deeper taboos.

Then, regarding the person they imprisoned, Matou Ike had already noticed that this imprisoned being shared the same essence as Bai Ruolong.

That person, like Bai Ruolong, should be a "devourer of gods." Such a being can transcend divinity and devour the power that originally belonged to the gods, even if it is only temporarily digested, it is enough to cause huge fluctuations.

And "similarity" means "substitution".

The Imperial Sorcerer Guild clearly recognized this; the essence of magic lies precisely in the profound manipulation and deception of the world's order.

This is easy to understand.

Therefore, their next step is to seize the results of the ritual that the Night Raiders are currently holding.