In Type-Moon, it all starts with adopting Sakura.

"Heh... You lowly rat actually dares to dream of going back alive? How arrogant! Servitor, go and tear him to pieces right now."

Rita's smile was chilling, her voice icy, as she directly ordered her servants to tear Hansa apart.

The attendant, upon receiving the order, moved like a machine that had been started. His massive body trembled violently, and he charged toward Hansa without hesitation. His speed and momentum were like that of a high-speed truck, and the mere commotion caused the dome beneath his feet to shake uncontrollably.

"Good timing!"

Upon seeing the other party heading towards him, Hansa, who also possessed an inhumanly powerful physique, ran towards it without hesitation.

The two figures collided violently.

Iron fists of different sizes began to clash in the night sky, the wind whistling past their ears.

The collision of their mere flesh and blood was like the clash of weapons, even producing a resounding clang at the moment of contact. The powerful gusts of wind erupting around their limbs were clearly visible, a phenomenon caused by the shockwaves from their punches shaking the atmosphere.

"This strength is like a joke..."

Hansa looked grim.

His punch was actually deflected back by the other party.

The burly guard didn't waste any more words. Seeing Hansa being overwhelmed by his physique, he clenched his fist and punched him in the face again.

This time, Hansa dared not fight head-on, and could only rely on his agile footwork to fight and retreat, letting his opponent's fists keep hitting the air, making bursts of explosions in his ears.

One swing, multiple misses, but these events did not shake the man who kept attacking. He was like a machine, focused only on completing his master's task; nothing else mattered to him.

At this moment, the only option is to continue the attack!

die! !

Just as he was pressing his advantage, using his superior physique to relentlessly push his opponent into a corner, until he seized Hansa's weakness and prepared to deliver a final, devastating blow that sent him crashing into the sea, Rowe immediately raised his finger, drawing several red runes that flashed across the night sky. These runes then followed the trajectory of his magic, extending directly to Hansa's feet and erupting with a blinding light from his body.

"Huh? This is..."

The next moment, Hansa, who could only parry before, suddenly felt a surge of power erupting from his body, a feeling like flames burning fiercely in his blood.

Immediately afterwards, a red glint flashed in his eyes, and then he clenched his right fist and stopped dodging. Instead, he directly retaliated against the iron fist that the tall figure was throwing down, causing the figure to stagger.

Lovi's support directly gave Hansa a power that could suppress the monsters.

He used runes to enhance his physique, temporarily bringing it to a level comparable to that of a Dead Apostle.

Although such methods cannot directly determine the outcome of their battle, they do give Hansa a chance to fight their opponent fairly.

"What amazing methods! Truly worthy of Mr. Crowley!!"

Feeling that his strength in all aspects had been enhanced to more than three times its original level, Hansa, who had been looking bitter, suddenly became happy. He then punched the previously aggressive high-ranking Dead Apostle back without any hesitation, and didn't forget to give Rowe a thumbs up during the punch.

"Don't be careless. Given your condition, this protection will only last about ten minutes. An attack of that magnitude just now wouldn't kill him, and he'll be charging back soon. So, follow my instructions from now on. You'll handle the servant. As for your date with Rita Rojaan, I'll personally go through with it. Is that alright?"

Rowe spoke calmly and then methodically explained the subsequent battle plan to Hansa.

"Huh? Are you serious? Mr. Crowley, are you really capable of killing one of the members of the Twenty-Seven Ancestors all by yourself?"

Hansa's expression was solemn. As he spoke, he took out several short sword-like weapons from his pocket and held them between his fingers.

The next moment, with the infusion of magic, the top of the short sword immediately transformed into a silver blade, which shot out from between his fingers, forming a shape like a giant steel claw.

This thing is a special ceremonial garment created by the agents of the Holy Church for easier carrying and dealing with the Dead Apostles—the Black Key.

"Don't worry about leaving it to me. Just focus on doing your job. He's just an ordinary 27th Ancestor of the Dead Disciples. I don't really care about him."

As he spoke, Lowe raised his finger again, his gaze piercing like a sword as he looked directly at the Ancestor of the Dead Apostles, who was standing opposite the train watching the spectacle unfold.

Having said that, he didn't give Hansa any time to think or refute.

The enormous figure that had just been repelled charged towards them once more. Seeing this, Hansa didn't say anything more. With the amplification of the runes, he also mustered his spirits and charged directly at the target.

Take care.

He put aside his previous laziness and spoke to Luo Wei with great seriousness.

"Ah."

Luo Wei paid no attention to this, or rather, he had no intention of paying any attention to it, as if he had not seen their battle at all, and instead focused his attention on the enemy in front of him.

Facing Rita, who stood at a distance, deliberately keeping her distance to avoid the Red Cross's pursuit, he raised his fingertips and used another spell—

"Listen, the ancient whispers, the call of abundance. The divine radiance of the Norse gathers upon the blade of the rune."

"The earth's bounty, the sky's blessing, the flames' jubilation—now, Sword of the God of Abundance, fight for me!"

The hymn, full of Nordic style, was uttered, and the red runes engraved on his fingertips, imbued with the power of fire elemental spirits, began to rise around him once more. Then, a blazing magical power emanated from his body, and nine crimson swords, symbolizing the nine worlds of the World Tree in the Nordic system, floated around him.

The next moment, nine flaming swords in a distinctly Nordic style suddenly streaked through the air, flames burning on their blades and emitting a blazing red light. The flaming swords shot relentlessly towards Rita, their speed so great that they were almost impossible to catch.

However, just as the sword light was about to touch the enemy, more dark thorns suddenly rose from the shadows on the ground, coiling towards the nine flying swords like black venomous snakes. The vines entangled the sword light, hissing, yet steadily blocked the attack of the nine flaming flying swords.

"Using runes to simulate other spells from the Norse magic base, you're getting more and more interesting... However, if you think you can defeat me with just that, then you're being a bit too naive."

"While the runes of the Age of Gods are powerful and versatile, even the most powerful magic depends on the user. Right now, you've only learned how to apply them; you haven't even unleashed the full potential of this magic. How could you possibly break through my Mystic Eyes with such limited methods? And remember, I haven't even gotten serious yet!"

Rita Rojaan glanced at the nine flaming swords that had been captured and frozen in place by her Rose Eyes, then slightly raised her chin. The magician's figure was reflected in her Rose Eyes, and a rare hint of pleasure and anticipation appeared in her rose-like eyes.

"In that case, come on! Use all your wisdom, display your bravery, and do everything you can to please me! Let me see the true power of the foundation of Norse mythology."

"Fill the emptiness in my heart with your struggles. After your despair, I will make you my companion and keep you by my side forever, until... the end of eternity!"

"...Is that so? If you can handle it, then feel free to give it a try."

Even after realizing that his technique had been captured by the opponent, Luo Wei's fighting spirit remained high, and his voice was now somewhat loud.

As Rita said, his understanding of the basics of Nordic magic is at best that of someone who can use it, but he is far from being a true master.

With the help of the primordial runes, he fully demonstrated many spells he had learned but never had the chance to use, and used Rita in front of him as a live target to test their power.

However, relying solely on the magic of the Age of Gods was still insufficient to completely defeat the Twenty-Seven Ancestors of the Dead Apostles before him.

It wasn't that his magic was weak, but rather that Rita Rogan was too strong. The magic she used wasn't modern magic, but rather divine magic cast from a being with a magical power comparable to that of the Age of Gods.

Without any preparation, relying solely on runes to fight against the Twenty-Seven Dead Apostles, who had lived for hundreds of years, accumulated vast mysteries, and possessed gem-level magic eyes, was indeed too much of a stretch.

If the person here were replaced by Aozaki Touko instead of Luo Wei, let alone suppressing the opponent as he has now, just surviving would be a huge problem.

However, that is ultimately a hypothetical situation. In reality, he can never fight without any defense or preparation.

After all, a qualified magician is one who makes a relatively appropriate plan based on the goal.

"So...Show Time."

Just after Luo Wei finished speaking, Rita Rojaan, standing in the shadows, seemed to realize something. She looked down at her feet and felt that something unexpected and huge had happened in the carriage.

"what is this?"

An unusual magical force... no, it should be many forces, countless unusual sources of magical force began to emerge in the train carriage, and they even gradually connected together in a corresponding order.

"One of the five elements that constitute the world, the great primordial flame."

Instead of answering Rita's question, Lovi used High Speed ​​Divine Word at that moment, and then faced Rita to unleash the massive contingency plan he had been preparing for her and the entire Magic Eye Train since he boarded the train.

"That is the light of grace that gives birth to life, that is the light of punishment that sanctions evil."

A melodious incantation was uttered from his mouth at an incredible speed, and the flames began to roar and boil in celebration.

"Stop right there!!"

Even though Rita realized something was wrong and tried to stop him by shouting and summoning shadows, she was directly repelled by the flame barrier surrounding Rowe. She could only watch helplessly as the ominous incantation continued to be chanted.

"While bringing peace and happiness, it also eliminates the misfortune of cold, darkness, and freezing."

Even though the incantation is not ancient, and its magic and mystery do not originate from the Norse mythology and magic, the sense of threat it brings is still genuine.

"Its name is Yan, and its duty is to wield the sword."

"Show yourself—"

"Gnawing at my body" transforms into power—'The King of Witch Hunters'!!

The next moment, as the incantation, amplified by the high-speed divine pronouncements, ended, a large number of cards suddenly flew out from the inside of his alchemical attire. Like a blizzard of paper snowflakes, numerous runes swirled around him and adhered to the roof of the shattered train surrounding him.

Similarly, inside the carriage, the spell cards that Aozaki Touko and Hansa had plastered all over the train during the chaos also resonated with his magic at this moment, sweeping wildly out of the vehicle.

Immediately afterwards, scorching flames shot out into the night sky.

In the darkness, flames, radiant like crimson lotuses, gathered from the outside in, coalescing into a single beam. At the center appeared a humanoid figure resembling heavy black oil, beside whom stood a colossal fire god, reaching temperatures of three thousand degrees Celsius.

"...Go, 'King of Witch Hunts'!!"

Suddenly, the pitch-black night sky turned crimson.

An enormous red figure, accompanied by a terrifying heatwave that swept across the entire sea, raged wildly before the group, and the steel train beneath their feet began to melt away like a burning candle.

Witnessing this scene unfold before her eyes, a scene seemingly controlled by mythology, even the well-traveled Rita Rojaan couldn't help but widen her eyes and utter a question from the depths of her heart.

"What...what is this thing?!"

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Actually, the young, delinquent priest is quite strong.

Placing it in the Type-Moon technique guarantees a powerful magic spell in terms of color positioning.

Except for being restrained by water.

Chapter 142 The Burning Flame Giant

[—Like a flame blooming brilliantly in the night sky, like a red lotus swaying endlessly in the abyss.]

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The night sky over the ocean was deep and dark, like an endless black ribbon, with countless stars twinkling above it. But at this moment, an unknown force stirred up the tranquil night sky, causing the winds and clouds to shift and change.

It's like an alchemist in mythology chanting incredibly magical spells.

As the incantation was completed, countless talismans rapidly swept out from his clothes, while another wave swept in from the carriage.

In the sky, strange runes twisted and flickered like living things, intertwining and colliding with each other, releasing dazzling light that illuminated half of the dark sky.

Boom—!!