Magician in Type-Moon

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In Kiz's words, he did not show the slightest concern about the breaking of the Realm of Nature, and even the dramatic change in the situation did not cause any ripples in his tone.

More than anything else, he seemed fixated on one thing—why Just had betrayed him.

His gaze pierced through the pale void, landing on Matou Ike opposite him. There was no anger in his eyes, but rather a hint of inquiry.

Matouike merely turned her head slightly, as if she had heard a trivial question.

He did not rush to answer, but stood quietly in the center of the karmic fire, the space around him like shattered glass, slowly collapsing in the gradually disappearing world rules.

A pale, raging wind swept up the remnants of the world, devouring the remaining fragments, like an invisible behemoth tearing apart everything that once existed.

He stood there, letting the flames tear at his clothes, like the very center of the flames, his absolute composure and calmness impossible to ignore.

"As you should know, there are many kinds of suggestive magic."

Matouchi's voice was calm and distant, like a rare tranquility in the heart of the raging fire. His gaze wandered among the shattered world before finally settling on Kiz.

However, Kiz merely chuckled, his tone filled with certainty and disdain:

"No matter how many kinds there are, as long as it is a suggestive magic, it should not be able to escape the limitations of magic."

His gaze sharpened, and he spoke again, "I can say with certainty that the kid doesn't possess any magic power other than his own."

His tone remained unwavering, as if he were waiting for Matou Ike's rebuttal.

"You should know that the origin of magic is hypnosis, right?"

Matou Ike's voice was very calm, as if he had just casually mentioned a trivial matter of common sense.

Kiz's gaze faltered slightly, then he let out a cold laugh:

"Of course, but don't tell me you just used hypnosis without any magical influence to make an alchemist with a spirit core inside obey your orders and even willingly sacrifice his life."

He stared intently at Matouchi, trying to find a flaw in the other's expression.

However, Matou Ike merely tilted her head slightly, a meaningful smile playing on her lips.

A slight ripple stirred within Kiz, but he still refused to believe it.

His tone was more certain than before, even carrying a hint of disdain:

"After all, who would believe that hypnosis, which is just a scientific method with no mysterious effects, could make a person willingly die, or even in that way?"

His voice gradually lowered, as if he were talking to himself.

Every shot Joost fired came at the cost of a double tearing of soul and body. It was a pain that could instantly break an ordinary person, a torment that even suggestive magic could not make someone willingly endure.

Moreover, Juste's smile before his death was clearly a genuine sense of relief, not the result of a forcibly distorted will.

Kiz frowned, his heart beginning to waver—but he still couldn't understand what Matouchi had done.

"Can't you understand?"

Matou Ike shook his head slightly, a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

He began slowly, his tone steady, as if recounting a perfectly ordinary historical fact:

"In ancient times, there were usually two methods of hypnosis to train assassins. One was to continuously brainwash the target's mind and then instill a will that did not belong to him."

Kiz didn't speak, but just stared coldly at Matou Ike, waiting for him to continue.

"This method is simple and brutal, but its flaws are also obvious—the modified person is ultimately just a puppet, having lost their self and lacking initiative."

Chapter 546 Bankruptcy

Matou Ike raised his head, his face expressionless, and slowly began to speak:

"The second method is to get the target to willingly embark on the path of a suicide squad while maintaining their self-awareness."

Kiz's eyes suddenly darkened; he had vaguely realized something.

"What...what exactly did you do to him?"

Matou Ike did not answer directly, but slowly said, "No magic power is needed, no hints or magic are needed, and no forceful distortion of will is needed... just let him 'believe' on his own."

Before Kiz could answer, Matou Ike looked at him.

“You should be able to understand, having existed for so long, you must understand this, but you just don’t want to admit it, right?” His words were gentle, yet carried a sense of pressure, as if he had seen through every secret deep within Kiz’s heart.

Kiz didn't directly refute, but simply replied coldly, "Boring."

“It is indeed quite boring.” Matou Ike did not intend to argue, but instead nodded slightly, as if agreeing with Kiz’s assessment.

“In the end, you and I are truly the same kind of people.” He paused, his gaze fixed on Kiz, his words carrying a profound meaning.

“But that man who believed in ‘justice’ was not like that.” He smiled gently, a complex look in his eyes. “Although he is very similar to you, he and Kiritsugu Emiya are the same kind of people.”

Kiz frowned slightly, but did not speak.

“That man is obsessive, stubborn, even to the point of being incorrigible.” Matou Ike’s voice suddenly softened, but that gentleness was as sharp as a blade. “He would do anything for his beliefs, and such a person is the hardest to change.”

He stretched out his finger and gently traced the emptiness in the air. "To change someone like this, you don't need to do much."

He paused, as if thinking about something. "What I did was nothing more than a small matter. Entrusting him with the records from the Great Library of Alexandria, and having Medea deliver them to him personally, was merely a coincidence."

Kiz's gaze gradually turned cold, but he still did not interrupt Matou Ike.

“Look,” Matou Ike continued, seemingly unconcerned about Kiz’s reaction, “this is just a record, a simple record of world destruction and the failure to calculate salvation. Nothing else was added; it was simply meant for him to see and think about.”

He tilted his head slightly, a hint of sarcasm in his eyes, "It is precisely this simplicity that is enough to make people think and explore on their own."

He stopped, turned to Kiz, and his tone suddenly became a little lighter: "I think the guy will finally get the answer when he asks you that question—do you think Flower is beautiful?"

However, immediately—

The karmic fire swept across the space like a raging torrent, its power becoming exceptionally violent due to the fusion of various powers.

It devoured everything around it, destroying the former order. The flames spread along some unseen path, shooting straight towards the divine being in the sky, filled with an alien aura.

Matou Ike and Kiz's figures gradually blurred in the firelight and disappeared in an instant, as if they were swallowed up by the sea of ​​fire.

Then, they reappeared on the deck of the Deathline Joy Ship.

Before anyone else could react, Kiz's figure began to slowly dissipate, instantly transforming into countless rays of light.

These rays of light, like stars streaking across the night sky, merged into the spaceship shrouded in karmic fire, as if becoming one.

"boom--!"

A deafening roar echoed across the sky, and the sea churned violently, waves surging. The force of this impact seemed to tear the entire ocean apart.

A tsunami, hundreds of meters high, suddenly rose up, like a harbinger of the end of the world. The huge waves swept in all directions like the roar of a god, instantly swallowing up a large area of ​​the sea.

However, this was not the end. The shockwave continued to spread, and the sea surface fluctuated violently under the pressure of the aftershocks. The once calm water was torn apart again, and the waves and foam intertwined, plunging into the unfathomable abyss.

At the same time, Van Fem's reaction was almost instinctive. Under the control of immense magical power, he summoned a giant known as the Seventh Demon Castle and quickly commanded it to launch an attack.

The giant's mountain-like fist slammed into the spaceship, and strange magic transformed into a scarlet full moon, instantly enveloping the entire sky. Light and shadow intertwined, and an aura of destruction enveloped the surroundings.

"Boom—" Another deafening roar shook the heavens and the earth, the shockwave ripped across the sea and tore apart the surrounding air and space.

However, despite the immense power displayed in that strike, Van Fem's attack was ineffective. The spaceship engulfed in flames remained standing, seemingly unharmed.

Because that was a true god.

Unlike the powers carried by divine bodies, they are true gods whose base number and quality have broken through the limitations of specifications.

And he is also one of the chief gods in Greek mythology.

"Can't it be done?" Van Fem muttered to himself.

For a disciple like Van Phim, the twenty-seventh patriarch of the Dead Apostles, killing a god was not an unattainable goal.

But it would take hundreds of years or even longer of planning and preparation for him to implement it successfully.

Moreover, the Deathline Joy Ship has already served as the foundation of Kiz's spell, and a large amount of magic power has been extracted from it.

The Deathline Joy Ship, which forms the basis of Kiz's massive spell, has had a large amount of magic power extracted from it.

This ship, which once carried countless resources and power, has lost its original glory.

As the master of the Deadline Joy Ship, Van Fem felt powerless to change the situation.

When Matou Ike appeared in an instant, his gaze did not linger on Kiz. His gaze was indifferent, seemingly unconcerned about Kiz's movements.

In his view, Kiz's plan had already failed.

The juvenile celestial body, the one that once held countless efforts and ambitions of Kiz, has lost its foundation for survival after its inherent barrier was completely destroyed.

The once meticulously constructed and eternally functioning barrier has completely collapsed.

The dream of rebuilding everything on that newly formed planet, Kiz, which had laid out countless plans for it, vanished completely with the collapse of the barrier.

That existence, which embodied boundless hope, finally failed after countless calculations and interpretations.

The creation and rebirth of planets are no longer goals that can be achieved through simple magical spells.

Without the inherent protective barrier that could create stars, and without Kiz's meticulously constructed magical network, a new world could no longer be born.

Kiz's once grand ambitions have been reduced to shattered fantasies and empty regrets.

So the next step is—

Chapter 547 The Person You Expected

Ignoring Kiz's movements, Matouike strode forward.

The people present showed varying degrees of surprise. They had thought that Matou Ike would pay attention to Kiz's fusion or take some kind of action immediately.

However, he seemed completely unconcerned, simply stepping onto the deck torn apart by the flames of war and heading towards the deepest part of the battlefield.

There stood a figure who had never been involved in direct combat.

Alette Escaldes, Kiz's newest apprentice. Since her falling out with Kiz, she has remained hidden at the rear of the battlefield.

Her body swayed slightly, and as her lips moved, she was softly chanting a spell of unknown origin.

The incantation was deep and resonant, seemingly transcending time and space, echoing from the depths of distant history. A faint magical glow appeared at her fingertips, flickering erratically with the rhythm of the chanting, as if maintaining some kind of ritual that was about to be completed.

Matou Ike continued walking without stopping until he stood directly in front of her.

The storm surged behind him, steaming with the residual magical energy, like an invisible behemoth gnawing at the shattered battlefield.

Alette, however, remained engrossed in her spell, seemingly unaware of his approach.