Magician in Type-Moon

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Only after confirming that he had jumped down the steep slope did the others follow closely behind.

With his short sword gripped tightly, Eiri followed closely behind Calleber. His movements were agile and swift, as if he were subconsciously responding to his fighting instincts.

The branches behind them surged forward like a raging torrent, rapidly closing in, and the snow beneath their feet crunched and cracked as if it were about to collapse at any moment.

Hansa then leaped down the steep slope, his movements light and steady.

Although he often has a sharp tongue, he showed no hesitation at this moment and appeared exceptionally focused.

Irmia followed, the nun moving with equal speed and agility, her robes fluttering in the wind as she deftly dodged the flying branches.

Now is not the time for mutual suspicion. Even if this guide has problems, we can only follow him down this path to the bitter end.

The slope was extremely steep, and the group was sliding down almost entirely by inertia.

The branches chased after him relentlessly, spreading like the tentacles of a giant python sweeping past, each second feeling as if they were within reach.

"Faster!"

Wen Bingyongli whispered, a hint of anxiety flashing in her eyes. The snow ahead was becoming increasingly blurry, as if the wind and snow were deliberately obstructing their view.

However, just when everyone thought they were about to escape this forest of death, a wide expanse of ice suddenly appeared ahead, the thin layer of ice shimmering with a faint, cold light.

Down the hillside—along the smooth edge of the ice, a new group of dead branches emerged.

The forest rushed here first in order to meet the group.

Their surging momentum made it seem as if their hostility had doubled.

Calleber, while gliding, snapped off a particularly large branch and called out:

"Hanse!"

"I know, this is such a hassle."

Hansa, of course, understood his unspoken meaning.

He plunged the black key into the ground to stop his slide, then used the technique of pole vaulting to leap suddenly using the reaction force.

In the air, his figure resembled that of a raptor, with his legs outstretched in mid-air.

As the mechanical clattering sound rang out, Hansa mechanically turned his neck to survey the entire terrain.

Then his right hand began to move like a marvelous device connecting countless cylindrical water tanks.

A grenade was fired from the end of the mechanical arm, striking the forest of death and causing a small explosion.

A moment later, Hansa's arms returned to their original length, and he leaped onto a relatively solid patch of snow, as if he were holding several swords in his hands.

As he watched the attacking branches being blasted apart, his legs began to deform with a "crack," and his body, propelled by the spring-like elasticity, was once again lifted into the air.

Grasping tightly at one of the branches in mid-air, he prepared to use the branch, which was being pulled back, to forcefully change direction in mid-air and rush towards the tree that was the source of the branch.

That tree looked as if it had been formed directly from a glacier that had existed for a long time.

The number of dead branches that the ice tree grows continuously along the edge of the ice field.

Countless branches ravaged every direction, reminiscent of a spider web.

Several more layers of ice thorns grew on all the branches, covering half the sky together.

If you are pierced by an ice thorn, your body will likely be completely invaded by the cold.

The branches of the vast Forest of Death were blasted to pieces, a moment that gave everyone a chance to catch their breath.

"Hansa, come back!" Calleber understood his intention instantly upon seeing Hansa's movement.

This greenhorn, a newcomer among the agents, wanted to carry out a decapitation strike.

The sound of the specially made grenades produced by the Holy Church still echoed in his ears, but his voice was completely swallowed up by the wind, snow and the aftershocks of the explosion.

Hansa did not hear Calleber's shouts, or rather, even if he had, he had no intention of stopping.

He had only one goal in mind—Fu Hailin's son.

In the blizzard, the branches continued their frantic pursuit, but his movements were extremely decisive and swift, like a raptor locking onto its prey, completely unmoved by the outside world.

The impact of the explosion temporarily cleared a path for everyone, while the deadly branch was thrown into chaos for a moment.

The true form of the son of Fuhailin is likely deep within these twisted trees.

If a decapitation strike can be launched at this time to quickly end the battle, that would be the best outcome.

Hansa's prosthetic limbs started working again, and with the residual force of the grenade explosion, he continued to charge forward, his eyes flashing with a fanatical fighting spirit.

He sped up faster and faster, seemingly leaving the still-raging blizzard behind him.

The branches in front of him twisted into a huge barrier, as if sensing his intention, and began to shrink rapidly, trying to trap him inside.

"Damn it!" Calleber cursed, then turned and shouted at Wenbing Yongli and Irmia:

"Irmiya, go support him! Don't let that guy deal with Fuhailin's son alone! Wenbing Yongli, you're in charge of early warning, in case any outsiders interfere!"

His voice sounded urgent and powerful amidst the blizzard, carrying an undeniable sense of command.

foreigner?

Wen Bingyongli narrowed her eyes slightly, as if she had figured something out.

But now is not the time to ask further questions.

The next moment, the three quickly divided their tasks and advanced rapidly towards Hansa.

The surrounding branches continued to dance wildly in the wind and snow, pouncing at them like angry beasts. Sister Irmia's armor, which covered up to her elbows, deflected two sharp frost branches with perfect timing and angle.

Following the force of the impact, she plunged into the spiderweb woven from icicle branches and unleashed a fierce hook punch.

"So convenient! Just my taste!"

A flash of purple lightning streaked across the nun's ash ingot.

The moment the purple lightning ripped through the air, Sister Irmia seemed to transform into a swift thunderbolt.

boom!

The snow and soil were shattered and scattered, and ice chips flew everywhere.

The next moment, Irmia rushed towards Hansa's location, or rather, the location of the source of the trees.

Brush past, dodge, bounce, sidestep.

Her attention was stretched to the limit, but Sister Irmia's expression was not one of cold fear, but rather a radiant smile.

That was a smile that seemed to acknowledge the power of the concept-armed gray ingots, capable of striking down mysterious beings; the moment she shattered the heresy was the moment her purpose in being was fulfilled.

"A decapitation strike seems like a good idea. If we can get rid of that big guy, this whole thing should be over, right?"

As she made her declaration, licking her red lips, she vowed to break through the habitat of the source tree.

She stopped in her tracks.

Irmia stopped abruptly, spun half a circle, and delivered a powerful backhand punch to the demonic branch that was attacking from behind.

But it was she who stared in astonishment, her eyes wide.

"Wait, what is this?"

The branches that Irmia had just shattered instantly regenerated, and the demonic ice shards lashed out at her from behind once more.

Not only that, but the parts she had just damaged with her backhand punch were also repaired in the blink of an eye, as if watching a movie playing in reverse.

"Damn it, is the Church's conceptual weaponry no longer effective against undead? If we don't deliver a fatal blow, this will never end."

Somewhat annoyed, she threw another uppercut, the purple lightning crackling around the ice shards as it erupted from the gray ingot.

While Irmia was being held back, Calleber and Eri, who were a step behind her, finally caught up.

"These things seem to be immune to the Church's conceptual embellishments' special attacks against undead creatures."

Irmia said to the two of them.

"Is that so?" Wen Bingyongli nodded.

Although what the nun was saying was a bit outrageous, she shouldn't be trying to deceive them under these circumstances.

In other words, the element of advantage/disadvantage will probably be irrelevant in the upcoming battles; it will all come down to who can deal more damage.

Wen Bingyongli shook her head at this thought.

Suddenly, Calleber spoke up:

"The conceptual weaponry produced by the Church hasn't lost its ability to counter these monsters, it's just..."

Calleber suddenly paused, seemingly hesitant.

"Just what?"

"...You should have noticed that the source of mana is particularly scarce here, right?" Calleber paused slightly, as if he was choosing his words carefully.

"Isn't this the most basic information about the son of Fuhailin?" Irmia said, somewhat irritated.

Now anyone can see that this old black man, the successor, is hiding a lot of things.

And even at this point, the other party still wants to continue to hide it.

“Have you thought about where all these Manas went?” Calleber replied.

Calleber's words were completely irrelevant, suppressing the principle characteristics possessed by Fu Hailin, the owner of the "Fruit" principle.

Even the most powerful disciples at the level of the Twenty-Seven Ancestors did not have the possibility of directly manipulating the Great Source Mana.

No, it's still possible.

As someone who had studied under the Fifth Magician Aozaki, Eiri Fumie understood the meaning of Calleber's words.

"Are you saying that the spiritual vein manager of this land is now the son of Fuhailin? This is information that the church hasn't provided. How do you know this?"

Suddenly, Eiri Bunbing held the short knife in her hand to Calleber's neck, the sharp blade only a hair's breadth away from his skin.

......

At the same time, Matou Ike's perspective, which was attached to Hansa's body, was split in two.

Part of it remained in Hansa, while the other part was fixed to Calleber.

"The things from the church are so convenient," Matou Ike thought to himself.

Meanwhile, Hansa was fighting fiercely in the sky.