Magician in Type-Moon

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As the sound continued, the data processing speed gradually increased, and the mechanical calculation sound seemed to regain its calm.

"Warning... Target: Third-generation interstellar combat annihilation mobile fortress... Sequence... Zeus..."

Upon hearing this information, Matou Ike paused slightly, raising an eyebrow.

His gaze was slightly unfocused as his thoughts drifted back to his experience in the Great Library of Alexandria—a scene that was a projection of history.

"Zeus... He has indeed appeared in the world." Matou Ike murmured softly.

He remembered that the last words Iskandar's projection spoke were like an unexploded bomb buried deep in his mind, lingering for a long time.

Matou Ike closed his eyes, and memories flooded back. He began to search his mind for the exact meaning of that final warning.

"...Be careful of Greece?"

At the same time, after the broadcast of the machine god Oceanus stopped, the air seemed to be pressed down by an invisible pressure, so quiet that it was hard to breathe.

"The form of stars, the form of cosmos, the form of gods, the form of animus, the celestial bodies are the void, the void is the unbirth—and the unbirth is contained in stars (animus animasphere)."

The incantation was filled with ancient and mysterious power, and the voice belonging to Marisbury echoed deep and powerfully in the ritual light pillar.

Each passage, as he recited it, seemed to tear through space, carrying a sense of existence that transcended time and physics.

The next second, the whole world seemed to be undergoing drastic changes.

Marisbury's body began to transform into light, turning into countless spiritual particles that floated in the air like shattered stars.

His physical body gradually merged into the surrounding void, and the radiance of his spiritual particles shimmered in the darkness like countless faint starlight. His entire being seemed to have become part of this sea of ​​stars.

The spiritual particles surged toward the stationary spaceship like a tide, as if trying to merge it into that ancient and mysterious magic.

The moment Lingzi made contact with the machine god Oceanus, the stars in the night sky began to react abnormally.

Countless stars suddenly burst into light, their brilliance piercing the darkness and illuminating the boundless universe.

At that moment, the entire starry sky seemed to tremble due to some powerful force.

In that brief moment, the stars burst forth with dazzling light, forming an invisible connection between them.

The scene was incredibly breathtaking. After all, the distances between celestial bodies far exceeded the speed of light, and at that very moment, almost all the stars were shining simultaneously.

They began to connect with each other through light filaments, forming a network of connections similar to the meridians in the human body.

"They actually used celestial magic to achieve the original form of astrology—the largest magic circuit that interferes with celestial bodies within the Milky Way? Is it really possible to do this?"

Medea's voice held a hint of surprise, and a trace of undisguised emotion flashed in her eyes.

Matouike nodded in agreement, remarking that he truly lived up to his reputation as the ruler of the Celestial Department.

The man who single-handedly established Chaldea.

This is already considered divine magic, right? Does that mean he also made a contract with some god?

Matouchi's speculation is both insightful and logical.

Celestial magic originally drew power directly from the universe, but as time went by, it gradually lost its original mystery and power, turning into the astronomical observations and future predictions we see today.

"Perhaps," Medea said softly.

Just then, the mechanical voice of Oceanus, the machine god, rang out again, breaking the brief silence between the two.

The voice was like a complex machine that had been restarted, hollow yet filled with an undeniable sense of authority.

"Upon receiving the new level of instructions, the Void Hole has been re-established, and its energy has been replenished from the universe."

This sentence was concise and direct, as if everything it stated was self-evident. As the sentence fell, the surrounding space shifted once more.

The previously stagnant void seemed to be reopened by an invisible force, devouring the surrounding energy and absorbing the dissipated magic power of the universe.

"Matou Pond, are you coming?"

Maris Billy's voice came from the sky.

Matou Ike was taken aback; this was the first time the ruler of the Clock Tower had spoken to him.

I never expected it to be an invitation.

So, are you going?

Matouchi asked herself softly, the choices before her were shrouded in mist.

He knew he would inevitably embark on this journey in the future, but at this moment... he hesitated.

"Too many trivial matters," he murmured helplessly. The original plan was to participate in the Grand Order decision, but the sudden change made everything unpredictable.

As Kiz said, his time was running out. Talented people from all over the world flocked to him, and the closer they got to that point, the more intense the challenges and opportunities became.

Everyone who wants to control their destiny does their best in their own way.

"Let me go." Medea seemed to sense Matou Ike's hesitation and spoke softly.

Matouchi remained silent for a moment, a surge of emotion welling up within him. This was indeed a feasible plan.

Medea has already undergone multiple Spirit Origin Ascensions and even successfully gained physical form, becoming an independent being.

But even so——

"I don't want you to take risks; Lostbelts are too dangerous," Matou Ike said in a low voice.

Medea did not answer, but quietly walked to Matouchi's side and gently wrapped her arms around his waist.

That familiar magical aura seemed to blend together seamlessly, having become one through countless encounters.

Matouchi felt a strange sense of security welling up inside her.

"Don't worry, Greece is my territory." Medea's voice was as gentle as water, yet it was firm.

She tiptoed slightly, tilted her head back, and locked her amber eyes on Matou Ike.

Her breath was so close, it was as if time stood still at that moment.

Then, without hesitation, she leaned forward and gently touched Matou Ike's lips with hers.

In that instant, Matou Ike felt only warmth and softness, as if the whole world had melted away in that kiss, leaving only the tacit understanding and trust between them.

"Do you two really think there are no outsiders here?!" A sour voice broke the silence between the two, reaching straight to Matou Ike and Medea's ears.

Luvia emerged from the shadows. She had stayed here since Kiz’s death. Unlike the others, Van Fem and his offspring had returned to their cabins to rest early.

Her tone was somewhat mocking, but also tinged with slight resentment.

Matou Ike touched his nose slightly and replied with a nonchalant smile, "Children should mind their own business."

Medea did not respond directly, but simply smiled gently, a soft light flashing in her eyes.

Without saying much, she leaned down and whispered something in Matou Ike's ear, her voice gentle as water, with a hint of provocative lightness.

Then, without glancing at Luvia again, she turned gracefully and walked toward the still-maintaining pillar of light, her figure gradually merging into the light, as if becoming one with that radiance.

Similar to what happened to Marisbury, Medea's body also instantly transformed into spiritual particles and flew towards Oceanus, the machine god.

Her figure transformed into a faint point of light in the air, gradually disappearing into the vast universe.

Immediately afterwards, the pillar of light slowly extinguished, and the remaining light gradually subsided as if gently stroked by invisible fingers.

As the pillar of light disappeared, the four figures maintaining the ritual—Melvin, Ye Sizhen, Isilid, and Allet—no longer existed in physical form. Their bodies also transformed into spiritual particles, merging into the core of the spaceship and becoming part of it.

At that moment, the entire universe seemed to freeze, and all the runes, magic, and aura subtly changed.

Matouchi didn't dwell on it any longer and silently ended the karmic fire that bound the Machine God Oceanus.

Immediately afterwards, more and more runes began to flash around Oceanus, the machine god. These runes spread rapidly like growing vines, encircling its shell and forming a huge ritual.

As the ritual was completed, a deep, rumbling sound, not belonging to this world, began to echo. Space began to distort at this moment, as if time and matter were forced to bend toward an unknown abyss.

Then, in that boundless void, a faint crack slowly unfolded from the center of the machine god Oceanus.

It resembles a giant eye, initially appearing as a faint ray of light, but growing larger and larger over time.

The edges of the crack seemed to be constantly being stretched, devouring the surrounding space. The temperature in the air suddenly dropped, and the chilling aura made every observer feel the oppressive force emanating from the abyss.

As the crack widened, the intense attraction gradually increased, and the surrounding starlight seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, converging towards the crack.

Ripples began to spread across the void, the slight vibrations like ripples in the deep sea, and everything lost its original order at this moment.

The rift stretched wider and wider in space until it was wide enough to contain the entire Mechagod Oceanus.

Suddenly, a powerful surge of energy erupted, and the core of the machine god Oceanus lit up abruptly, its metallic surface gleaming with dazzling light.

In that instant, the entire void seemed to be torn in two, and the machine god Oceanus, like a shattered piece of glass, unhesitatingly pushed himself into the ever-expanding and distorting void hole.

The edges of space began to distort, and the void hole resembled a giant vortex, devouring everything around it.

The existence of Oceanus, the machine god, seemed to be one with this vortex, with all the runes, light, and energy merging into that deep and endless void.

At both ends of the rift, space fluctuated violently, as if a giant vortex was pulling open an unknown crack, connecting to another dimension.

As the rift in the void began to close, a blinding pure white light rapidly spread across the edge of the sky.

It was filled with endless cold and nothingness, as if all matter and time were frozen in this moment.

As the white fluctuations spread, the surrounding void began to change.

The once tranquil sky was gradually eroded by this pure white, and the edge of the white storm, like a mad vortex, gradually invaded the barriers of this world.

The process of the planet being spun off into a blank slate seems to be truly beginning at this moment.

The white storm did not stop spreading; like a torrent that devoured everything, it gradually erased the boundaries of this world.

But this situation did not last long.

Because at this moment, in a long-standing, inherent barrier in Kanbuko City, Japan.

A vast amount of magical power began to surge from the body of a pale, giant tree.

It is the Tree of Imagination that sustains the existence of this world.

Chapter 555 Admonition (4k)

After the sun returned to the sea.

The Deadline Joy Boat slowly departed from Monaco Port, drawing an elegant white line in the shimmering Mediterranean Sea.

This modern cruise ship is comparable to a small town, with a spacious deck and a steel and glass structure that reflects the afterglow of twilight.

There are no magicians' private research labs, nor are there any shrines set up by churches. There are no traces of magic or prayers here, only escalators, electric transport tracks, neon signs, and constantly operating entertainment facilities.