Magician in Type-Moon

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But does not knowing something mean you shouldn't do it?

That would be incredibly stupid.

If he doesn't do it, who will?

This is not a life-or-death struggle, but a battle where everything is at stake.

So, next——

Sanctification and spirit initiation, full power activated!!!

The chainsaw has been around since it was born into this world.

It is a Khornean creature known as a meat grinder.

It is the ultimate combination of violence and lethality.

But the truly terrifying thing is never the weapon itself.

Rather, it is the people who wield the weapons.

What the Hanseatic League needs to do now is—

It means transforming one's own body into a killing machine capable of fully unleashing the power of this chainsaw.

All the techniques imprinted on the body were activated.

This is a blessing from God!

It is something for which the church survives.

"Saint!"

"tell!"

May the Lord bless you and protect you!

"May the Lord make his face shine upon you and bestow grace upon you!"

"May the Lord turn his face toward you and grant you peace!"

His brain was being torn apart by excruciating pain. His consciousness seemed to be stretched to its limit in an instant. The world seemed to have lost its color, with only cold ice and snow and a frenzied battle remaining.

The excruciating pain, as if his head were twisted into a pretzel, made his thoughts even clearer.

Bet your soul, will, and body—the three essential elements of being human!

Destroy at will, tear to shreds at will!

"The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want."

To strike a balance between nature and artifice, and then to disrupt that balance!

"Not doing it is the greatest folly!"

Hansa growled, his voice seemingly capable of shaking the heavens and earth amidst the raging blizzard.

"Our bodies!"

"It has no form!"

The noise of mechanical operation is transformed into meaningful "speaking sounds," vibrating the eardrums of the creatures surrounded by it.

Extending outwards are natural objects whose forms maintain their most authentic appearance.

Transform into the "Black Gold Blade" and place all the myriad things around it on the scales of heaven to weigh them.

The space was different from before; it began to distort and warp.

Kachi.

click.

Crack!

Many tiny noises echoed in the man's darkness.

Accompanied by human voices, the constantly echoing metallic sounds, though rough, also seemed to be playing music, carrying an elegant quality.

Angels, as described in the Bible, are inherently violent and terrifying beings.

God rules the world through punishment.

......

A breeze is approaching.

The wind is approaching!

The icy winds that would sweep away even their lives were approaching.

"What is that?" Irmia, who was rushing across the snowfield, stopped in her tracks, her pupils shrinking slightly.

Irmia gazed at the raging snowstorm in the distance, where a massive cyclone seemed to be slowly forming, as if it would tear everything in the world apart.

Caleb and Moon Byung-ri behind them also stopped and looked toward the center where the air currents converged.

"Looks like Hansa is going all out too, this is quite a commotion. Even the son of Fuhailin has gone berserk."

“Sure enough, he has already used that chainsaw…” Calleber frowned, clearly worried about Hansa’s actions.

As the leader, he had some information about the team members.

Wen Bingyingli gave a cold laugh and lightly tapped the short sword in her hand with her fingers:

“Now is not the time to worry, Calleber. If Hansa can break through, we should seize the opportunity to follow. The source of the Spirit Vein Point and the Son of the Sea Forest cannot be dealt with separately; they must be addressed simultaneously.”

“Indeed, Hansa is now drawing the attention of the Son of Fuhailin, which is providing some cover for our actions.” Calleber nodded in agreement.

“If he can suppress Fu Hailin’s son, even if he fights with his life, he can at least hold on for a while longer.” Wen Bingyongli glanced at the center of the cyclone, as if she had already judged the time.

Irmia took a deep breath and raised the gray ingot in her hand. "Then let's hurry up and make our move. Don't let him die in vain."

The three of them rushed toward the nearest spiritual vein, the icy wind whistling past their ears.

Calleber extended his finger to the area immediately below.

"over there!"

"understood."

Wen Bingyongli throws the black key according to Caleb's instructions.

In an instant, everyone felt some kind of "power" sweep across the earth.

"Are those heretics ready?" Irmia exhaled a cold breath and said with some displeasure.

"Two left!"

Calleber ignored Irmia's emotions and continued running forward with the group, turning his gaze to the side.

Along the Hengduan Mountains, a new group of dead branches has emerged on the steep cliffs.

They are trying to defend themselves.

They prevented the group from inserting the third black key and going even deeper.

The wind and snow intensified, and the branches of death approached the three of them, as if the entire veins of the icy forest were protecting the spiritual vein node.

But everyone knew at that moment that this was only a very small fraction of the total.

It's just the tip of the iceberg visible above the sea.

Most of the pressure is still on the Hanseatic side.

It's easy to imagine how fierce the battle at the source must have been.

But now is not the time to think about these things.

They weren't sure how long the Hanseatic forces could hold out.

Perhaps it will happen in the next moment.

Calleber's gaze was sharp as a blade, and he roared, "Maintain formation! Don't let these branches separate you!"

Wen Bingyongli wielded her short sword, swiftly severing the attacking tree branch without pausing her movements.

Irmia clenched her fists, and purple lightning from the gray ingots coiled around her entire body.

Her voice carried a hint of impatience:

"These undead creatures have too strong a regenerative ability; we must finish this quickly."

As the only woman in the team, she did not back down, but instead charged to the front, with thunder and lightning shattering the regenerating branches time and time again.

Suddenly, a huge branch of ice tree came from the side, moving so fast that it almost stirred up a biting wind.

Irmia noticed the disturbance and decisively leaped aside to avoid it.

However, the instant she leaped away, several thin ice branches suddenly emerged from the ground, piercing straight at her feet.

"Damn it!" Irmia cursed under her breath, slamming her iron fist down in an attempt to crush the branches that were binding her.

The iron fist, crackling with purple lightning, collided with the icy branches, producing a dull thud.

However, the icy spikes spread rapidly like a spider web, blossoming into a dense array of icy spears that instantly blocked her movements.

The ice spikes made a piercing sound in the cold wind, swirling in the air as if they were alive, blooming more and more, and could not be crushed by brute force.

"To suffer!"

Wenbing Eiri immediately sensed Irmia's danger, but as a master swordsman, he didn't take this level of attack seriously.

But at this moment, he was still some distance from Irmia's position, a place that the blade in his hand could not reach.

“It’s a bit difficult…”

While he was still pondering how to proceed.

Suddenly, from the void, the air seemed to be torn apart, and countless tiny rays of light condensed into countless slashes, growing out from specific spatial coordinates, like invisible blades, instantly cutting through the cold wind and snow.

These slashes are not destructive forces of any particular rule, and have nothing to do with magic or other mysticism; they are simply slashes.

But each strike was precisely aimed at the frost branches that were trapping Irmia, as if the trajectory of all attacks had been predicted in advance.

The movement looked as if it were moving along a track.

The slash flew out mid-air, severing the illusion of its trajectory.