Magician in Type-Moon

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At that moment, he sensed an existence that was both incredibly familiar and distant, a golden, divine light that enveloped him in some kind of invisible protection.

This is Elgo's biggest trump card at this moment.

It originates from Sun Wukong, who was willing to turn around and light up for him at this moment.

The powers possessed by Sun Wukong, who has already become a god.

According to legend, the Ruyi Jingu Bang (the magic staff) wielded by Sun Wukong was not originally a weapon, but was used to stabilize the sea.

It can be said to have given shape to ambiguity. In a sense, it is one of the treasures that hold the world together.

Immediately afterwards, the Arm of God made a creaking sound.

Just like a drill bit, starting from the wrist and extending to the elbow, it separates into several layers and spreads out in all directions, beginning to rotate in a spiral.

With each rotation, immeasurable magical power scatters outwards along with astonishing sparks.

Space is constantly shattering, centered on the once again raised arm of God.

From that crack, one could seem to glimpse the stars.

Since it can fix the ancient sea, it must also be able to pierce the sky.

But that still doesn't seem enough...

Elgo has created the best opportunity that Wuzhiqi had previously mentioned.

However, they lacked the strength to seize this opportunity and take the next step.

Even in the instant that chaos was frozen, Elgo's power still seemed insufficient.

After all, he can only use one power right now, while the God of Night Calamity has three powers pulling against each other on the inner side.

His breathing became erratic, his muscles twitched from the extreme exertion of power, and the brilliance of his Phantom Hand began to dim.

While the power of Dinghai had driven Chaos into a corner, the bottomless abyss still exerted immense pressure on him, as if it wanted to completely devour his existence.

"Damn it... Is this my limit?" Elgo gritted his teeth, cold sweat beading on his forehead mingling with the heat in his palms, his consciousness beginning to blur.

Just as he was about to be crushed, a familiar force came from behind.

From the depths of the great serpent, a proclamation resounded.

The snake was trembling.

It was as if something that was the source of magic power had been separated.

Chapter 391, another part (4k)

Inside the giant serpent, Sun Wukong's power forcibly froze everything. The flowing chaotic magic, the three intertwined divine forces, and the chaotic churning space were all like insects trapped in transparent amber, unable to move.

Elgo was panting heavily, the phantom images of his six phantom hands becoming blurred from overuse.

Even so, his divine arm held on tightly, and the world that had been frozen in that instant teetered on the brink of collapse.

"Three against one, to be able to achieve this level is not bad."

Matou Ike was not surprised by the current situation, but accepted it with a clear conscience.

The combination of the three powers was already as strong as a monster, so it was reasonable that Elgo couldn't defeat it even with all his might.

But things don't end there.

According to Matou Ike's foresight, there is still a key figure who has not yet played his due role.

"A long-awaited reunion will indeed take some time, but isn't this a bit too slow..." Matou Ike muttered under his breath.

.........

Before the torn divine fence, a pair of small wings unfolded.

Unfurling translucent wings—the youth of phantom wings.

Bai Ruolong.

He has just retrieved his heart.

He understood what needed to be done next.

I'm just a little hesitant right now.

After the wager between his master Kiz and the Nightcrawler family was settled, it was part of the Nightcrawler God's revival ritual.

He now possesses the ability to devour the God of Night Calamity.

This is the function of a contract.

But this does not mean that he can become the final winner.

Instead, he could only replace the consciousness of the God of Nightfall as a gambler at the gambling table where a high-stakes game was underway.

But this comes at a price...

The price is—

Bai Ruolong looked at the girl she was holding in her arms, Ye Jieya Jiliang.

He demanded that the girl eat him.

The girl did indeed begin to act according to his plan.

The two did indeed begin to merge.

But at this moment, it is Akira, from the girl industry, who is now in a deep slumber.

She relinquished her hope of survival.

How stupid.

Aren't humans the kind of creatures that most want to survive?

Bai Ruolong was somewhat puzzled.

It has only been a little over a month since the two first met.

The bonds formed should not be so strong that people would be willing to sacrifice their lives.

He even approached her with ill intentions at the beginning.

but...

Bai Ruolong hesitated for a moment.

Because once he takes the next step, the girl currently fused and coexisting with him will only have one fate—

Not even the soul and consciousness can remain.

Regardless of whether he can reach the end and achieve final victory over the other two wielders of power, thus completing the experiment of the Wandering Sea.

She will all die completely.

Even if he does nothing at this moment, the result will be the same.

The girl seemed to have lost all hope of surviving.

Amidst the clash of various thoughts, the young man became confused and somewhat self-destructive.

"What are you dawdling about?" a flippant voice came from the dark corner.

The young man carefully put the girl he was holding down to the ground and looked toward the familiar voice. There was a gray-haired man who looked even younger than Bai Ruolong now.

He is my master, the true god-level magician Kiz.

"I..." Bai Ruolong wanted to say something, but couldn't get the words out.

Kiz slowly walked over and knelt down in front of the girl who looked like a corpse.

"You've lost a lot of vital energy (Od), and your body is being eroded by rejection reactions, but it's not life-threatening yet."

"Master said."

“But her soul…” Bai Ruolong felt that his master was tricking him into completing the experiment in the Wandering Sea, but he should indeed go; it was his responsibility.

“You don’t actually think I would say that without being sure of myself, do you?” Kiz gave his apprentice a strange look. “Do you think I’m the kind of guy who would even cheat his own apprentice to achieve his own goals? That’s incredibly rude.”

"Is there any hope for her? Can you save her?" Bai Ruolong looked at her master in disbelief. In his mind, this was impossible, absolutely impossible.

Currently, only those who inherit specific magical powers can achieve this.

Although magic is not the strongest thing, it represents miracles, and only magic can accomplish such things.

But his master had not reached that level.

As far as he knew, his master had never been associated with any magician who possessed that kind of magic.

He watched the constantly changing expressions on his disciple's face.

She couldn't help but roll her eyes, her tone tinged with impatience and sarcasm.

“I say, old friend,” he slowly turned around, casting his gaze on the corpse-like Nightfall Akira on the ground, his voice unhurried yet carrying a strange penetrating power, “is it fun to just hide in the back and watch the show? Things have come to this point, we should just admit defeat, you don’t need to wait until the back to think about launching a sneak attack.”

The figure on the ground remained unresponsive, but the surrounding air began to grow heavy, as if an invisible gaze was peering into every inch of space.

Kiz clicked his tongue, brushed the dust off his cloak, and continued, "Tsk, he's really stubborn to the point of being a headache. Don't worry, I'm not trying to play any tricks on you this time, I just want to invite you out for a chat."

"Who's your old friend? Over the years, we've only met once."

Yoru Akira's eyes snapped open, a strange light flashing within them, and his cold tone conveyed a sense of detached mockery.

Bai Ruolong immediately tensed up, watching Ye Jie Yaji Liang's movements warily. The sudden change made him feel as if he were facing a formidable enemy, but his hand remained suspended in mid-air, not drawing his sword. It wasn't that he hesitated, but rather that the identity of the body before him made him dare not act rashly.

"Don't be nervous, child." Kiz glanced at his disciple with a half-smile, then turned to face "Night Raider Akira's" cold eyes, his tone as relaxed as if he were chatting, "However, Princess of Colkis, if we admit defeat now, can we still try to get some compensation?"

A soft snort came from "Akira's" mouth, his cold and sarcastic tone unhurried: "You were destined to lose from the start, and now you're still dreaming of compensation?"

"...It seems that's indeed the case. It's truly unwinnable; every participant has been outmaneuvered..."

Kiz smiled and continued, "But if we admit defeat now, it will make it easier for you to win. After all, if you insist on resisting, although you can't avoid losing, it will slow down your progress, right?"

Bai Ruolong was somewhat silent at this moment. He understood the current situation when he saw Ye Jie Ya Jiliang suddenly come back to life.

He also realized that all the possibilities he had just hypothesized were just a joke in the current situation.

Also.

How could an opponent not tamper with prey that they've already hunted?