Magician in Type-Moon

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The ice thorns were cut into pieces, and ice and snow flew everywhere, scattering and swirling together with the wind and snow.

"What is this?" Irmia was slightly stunned, unable to react for a moment to the scene before her.

Wen Bingyongli then turned her attention to Calleber.

Just a short while ago, before the group was attacked by the snow and ice forest, this dark-skinned old man stood in that spot and wildly waved the black keys in his hand at the air.

Wen Bingyongli was quite surprised at the time, thinking that he might be ill.

did not expect...

Is this a measurement of past vision?

On the mystical side, future vision has two types: prediction and measurement. The former is an extension of ordinary human imagination, while the latter is a superpower that fixes the spacetime axis with one's own actions.

In the past, there was usually no distinction between prediction and measurement.

Because the past and the future are different and cannot be changed, it doesn't matter how you see the past.

But that's just the usual case.

But mystery is something unknown.

If it is indeed possible to measure past vision...

Then the holder will be able to see that beginning and bring it to life in the present.

Through that kind of magical eye, the world may seem like a bubble.

It is only natural that the past view determined by measurement would lead to the past being determined as what was seen.

Therefore, as long as the holder of the Magic Eye observes, they can cut off the opponent at any time according to the recorded slash.

This magical eye can bring past facts back to life in the modern era.

"It's truly terrifying. If this were the first time you'd seen something like this, you probably wouldn't even understand how you died, Calleber..."

Wen Bingyongli sighed, but this also raised Calleber's level of trust.

After all, the other party did not use this ability on themselves.

As expected, none of the agents were simple characters.

The man in front of me was hiding his true nature very well, but fortunately, he himself was no simple character either.

Chapter 298 Celestial Bodies (Two-in-One)

In a brief moment, the wind stopped.

As Irmia fell, she saw the ice tree crack along the diagonal, with ice fragments scattering everywhere, as if the cracks in the heavens and earth were gradually being torn open.

The whistling sound in her ears lessened, but the cliffs still rushed past quickly, as if the earth had risen up beside her.

In the chaos of the fall, she quickly adjusted her posture, stretched out her arm, and punched the cliff face.

The immense impact traveled up her arm, sending debris flying. Her body slowed down instantly, and she slid several meters before finally coming to a stop.

Suddenly, a noise came from above, and Caleb's voice exploded in my ears amidst the wind and snow:

"Over there! The third one!"

Immediately afterwards, a dark shadow swept past the black key thrown by Wen Bingyongli and swiftly pierced the direction Caleb was pointing.

Instantly, the earth seemed to tremble deeply, and a more powerful "force" surged up from the ground, its aura vast and boundless, like a giant beast awakening from the depths of the sea.

That being might be called a dragon in some places, or an incarnation of a god.

The spiritual veins surged violently underground, causing the wind and snow to pause briefly. The entire mountain range seemed to hold its breath, awaiting the next impact.

Even the layout of the church is said to be built along this distorted spiritual line, and the current source of power may be echoing those unknown things.

After a moment of silence, the countless demonic branches that had surged forth gradually dissipated, disappearing like the receding tide.

The ever-present, invisible hostility vanished, and the battle on the cliff face seemed to have temporarily subsided.

Irmiya looked down the cliff, which was still tens of meters above the ground.

She took a deep breath, preparing to continue her descent.

"Irmiya!" A voice called out through the blizzard, and despite her blurred vision, she recognized it as the voice of Eiri Fumiya.

"I'm fine! You guys go to the last node first, then we'll meet up with the rest of the group!"

Irmia responded to this, thinking that it would be difficult to return directly to the cliff, so she decided to continue downwards for the time being.

The snow beneath her feet made a slight scraping sound, and the cold wind continued to rage, but her movements were unwavering.

She locked onto a crack not far away; that was her next target.

Without hesitation, Irmia swiftly slid towards the crevice, the wind whistling in her ears, the cold air tightly enveloping her body.

The crack gradually widened, and the cold rocks were right in front of us.

......

"This guy is really crazy..."

Through the perspective of Hansa, Matouchi looked at the horrific scene before him and muttered to himself.

The scroll illusion before him revealed enough information that he could roughly deduce how the church had dealt with this icy forest.

Although the son of Fu Hailin, who controls the spiritual veins, is difficult to deal with, the means to resolve the situation seem to have become clear.

As for the content of the battle and the abilities of the agents, he was not surprised.

Everything presented in the scroll seemed to be as expected.

Whether or not to continue watching the following segments is actually irrelevant.

However, Matou Ike sensed that the information Hansa was conveying to him was not just about a solution for the son of Fuhailin.

Those messages could have been conveyed through simple verbal reports; there was no need for this immersive, dreamlike delivery.

The Hanseatic League's message goes far beyond this.

So, Matou Ike decided to keep watching.

......

hum-

The roar of heavy machinery echoed across the icy wasteland, shaking the earth as if it were about to devour the heavens and the earth. The roar was like an ancient beast awakening, unstoppable.

Hansa stood in the heart of the snowstorm, his eyes showing no sign of retreat. He knew in his heart that humanity had its limits, and this cold world ruthlessly revealed that.

But he had already decided not to be an ordinary human being.

Conventional? He's already broken through that barrier.

Magic? Mystery? None of these could contain him.

When faced with the limits, he does not pursue the "power" of common sense, but the "unknown" that transcends everything.

The "unknown" miracle—that was Hanseatic League's gamble.

He was not communicating with ordinary forces, but with the supreme being—God!

Using his cyborg skills, he recast himself, blending technology and mystery, and engraved the will of the "omniscient and omnipotent god" into every nerve and muscle of his body.

The combination of machinery and flesh broke through human limits, achieving absolute "divine skill".

This is not just magic or transformation, but a being that transcends human boundaries and approaches divinity.

Facing the son of Fuhailin, Hansa let out his final, maniacal laugh of the war.

Whew!! Whew!

The cold wind was sharp as a blade, howling and sweeping across the land.

Amidst the swirling wind and snow, the earth's surface was mercilessly peeled away, even tearing apart the edges of the void.

The violent collision shattered the "wind" and "snow," scattering them like broken mirrors across the sky and earth.

Hansa's body had at this moment become something that no longer resembled a human.

The fusion of machinery and flesh caused him to lose his original form and become a completely new existence.

The icy snowflakes fell three feet away from him, instantly vaporizing into vapor, then quickly condensing into ice crystals, falling back to the ground to form a thin layer of frost.

In an instant, the noise and destruction seemed to be paused, and everything came to a standstill.

Time stretched endlessly at this moment, frozen in the space between Hansa and the icy giant tree.

The sound of collapsing snow came from afar, faintly indicating an avalanche occurring on the cliff.

Hansa caught the sound, but he did not waver in the slightest.

Most likely, it was caused by landslides.

Hansa realized this merely as a change in the battle environment, but it was no longer important.

The snow suddenly burst open.

Hansa stomped his foot on the ground, the force spreading like an earthquake, the aftershocks sending snow chunks flying around him.

He started running, his muscles tense, and his mechanical parts emitted a deep roar.

The whole world blurred rapidly in his eyes, the scenery lost its color, and his mind was completely focused on the extreme acceleration.

The turbine spun, and the chainsaw blades danced at high speed under overclocking, emitting a piercing shriek.

The chainsaw seemed eager to tear everything apart, hungrily waiting to touch its next target.

Directly opposite him, the branches of the ice tree were wriggling and crawling, sweeping in like an endless torrent.

The scene was like a tsunami on land, cold and merciless.

Countless serpentine branches, baring their fangs and claws, surged toward Hansa as if they were alive, their sheer number suffocating.

Even the demonic forest they encountered when they inserted the black keys was just the tip of the iceberg of what they were seeing before them.

Although the battles back then were dangerous, they were nothing compared to what we are doing now.

The snow-covered forest before us seemed to have fully awakened.

"Sbarasi!!"