master transferred to spellcaster

"Attention all, there is a huge magic power reaction ahead - infinitely close to the beast-level magic power volume!"

The control room was illuminated by the red light of the warning light, and the rapid reminder bell echoed. Da Vinci quickly fiddled with the buttons on the console, and quickly stabilized the oscillating hull.

Even if there is no prompt from the instrument, the abnormal scene outside the porthole at this time is enough to make everyone who sees realize the change of the situation.

Different from the bright yellow scenery all around as if sailing in mango jelly, now there are gorgeous and decadent colors like the setting sun emerging from the white smoke around the window, and the light red magic power like blood mist is so strong that it can be substantiated. floating in space.

Zi Shibu stood quietly on one side, looking at the porthole with some thought in his eyes.

Indeed, as the master said, although the lack of patience of this Master Doman has flaws from time to time, when Heiankyo only had the souls of the four servants, he rashly let the fantasy tree descend...but he exposed his vitals so ostentatiously like now Not his style.

Generally, this kind of practice will remind people that the opponent has already made sufficient preparations in secret, so they plan to show their bright moments in front of the enemy, so as to enjoy the pleasure of defeating the enemy in one fell swoop after falling into despair and collapse. .Considering Master Daoman's character, this possibility is not impossible.

Generally speaking, they would think so.

But after watching the master's inner thoughts with Taishan's commentary, Zi Shibu found that he could no longer control his thinking, and couldn't help but think about another possibility.

If it wasn't for showing off one's own strength with complete confidence, then why did one want to expose one's hole cards in such a big way at the beginning?

"We are about to enter the decisive battle circle. The voyage may be bumpy. Passengers, please hold on to your belongings... I repeat, please hold on to your belongings—"

The submarine speeded up suddenly, the roar of the engine even the hull began to vibrate slightly.

At the moment of passing through the dream barrier, everyone felt a kind of indistinct discomfort, like the discomfort a beginner feels when sinking his head into the water for the first time.

The scenery outside the observation window became clearer.

They were floating in an empty sky. It was obviously cloudless, but the sky was inexplicably dark, casting a dim yellowish color on everything.

Below them lay a vast wilderness, with the ruins of buildings of ancient order, now and then protruding through the weeds.And the end of the wilderness... is connected to a pure white and flawless space.

What appeared in the center of that pure white space was the fantasy tree body that should not have appeared in the dream.

"That's... the root of the fantasy tree?" It was the first time Fujimaru Tachika saw the root of the fantasy tree so closely.

The Lostbelt relies on the Fantasy Tree to exist, and it can even be understood as being released from within the Fantasy Tree. Therefore, the roots of the Fantasy Trees in the Lostbelt in the past all existed under the Lostbelt, and the roots that were exposed on the ground have been It is the trunk part.

Just like an ordinary tree, the outer layer of the fantasy tree covered with mysterious magic lines twists and twists, winding and piercing deeply into the pure white space, from which the huge magic power is continuously transported upwards, providing growth energy required.

"That's right. It seems that the fantasy tree has not yet been fully rooted. This is good news. The bad news is that the rooting progress bar has probably reached 90%. The next battle must be resolved quickly and cannot be delayed by the opponent." Da Vinci Calmly analyzing the flow of data passing across the instrument.

"coming!"

A servant dressed in black and red demon noh costumes appeared out of thin air in front of the Utopia Tree, sitting high above the sky, surrounded by shikigami exuding an ominous aura.

"Ummmmmm—has it finally arrived, master, everyone in Chaldea, I have been waiting for you for a long time!"

"Welcome to my proud work, Hell Realm Mandala? Kai? Heianjing!"

With the high-pitched tone, the fluctuation of the fantasy tree climbed to the peak again, and the magic power like blood mist was sprayed out from it, spreading out rapidly from the Onmyoji as the origin, eroding all the scenes wherever it went.

"what is that?"

"Looking at the data, it should be just a materialized product released by pure magic power, with slight toxicity and hallucinogenic effects. The anti-virus gift is on the shelf at the back, remember to bring it, try not to act alone after going out, to prevent mental disturbance !" Da Vinci quickly took countermeasures and exhorted.

"Da Vinci, Mr. Wutiao has gone out!"

"What? Forget it, it's about time, let's go out!" Da Vinci gritted his teeth.We have all come here, the battle is unavoidable, rather than hesitating, it is better to fight quickly.

High in the sky, the white-haired conjurer was already standing in front of the Onmyoji.

"It's you, Your Excellency, the strongest conjurer." Ashiya Michimitsu looked uninterested, lazily raised his arms to support his side face, "Did you rush here because you wanted to admit defeat to the poor monk?"

"What did you do to Tian Yuan?" Gojo Satoru ignored his provocation, but went straight to the point.

Other conjurers might not know it, but Wujo Wu, who is the strongest in the conjuration world, knows all too well that this pure white space... is the space where Tianyuan is hidden in the Xingxing Palace.

"Tianyuan?" Ashiya Daoman raised his eyebrows, put on a thoughtful expression, and narrowed his eyes slightly, "Ah—what did the poor monk think you were here for, but it turned out to be just to ask about that thing?"

"Let this poor monk think about it, um, a human being enshrined as a god by human beings who has the spell of [immortality]. He lost his consciousness as a human being tomorrow, but he is still worshiped as a god...

Huhahaha, human beings with special physiques must be offered as sacrifices every once in a while, so that the gods can grant blessings for a long time-human beings will really find reasons for the rituals they came up with to persecute their own kind. "

"Hahaha, don't put on such a scary face, the poor monk didn't do anything, he just planted trees hard on a pile of manure that has been provided by humans for thousands of years. Hehehe, modern humans seem to call this... Utilizing waste? It's a virtue, a virtue!"

Wujo Wutiao had expected Tianyuan to be swallowed, but what surprised him was what the other party said, Tianyuan was no longer human.

Accidents are accidents, if this truth is exposed in the past, it will naturally cause an uproar, and it may lead to a new round of power reshuffle in the magic world;

But at the moment when this situation is spoken out, it means nothing.

"Really." After getting the desired information, Gojo Satoru smiled brightly, "Then, please disappear."

The huge energy was instantly mobilized through the six eyes, and the moment the voice fell, it was released to the shocked onmyoji in his eyes.

Without any effort, the opponent's figure disappeared the moment he received the energy impact.

"Dead?" This fight was really easy. Although nine points of strength were used in this blow, Gojo Satoru found it hard to believe that the opponent was defeated so easily.

This is the opponent's trick - he thought of it immediately.Yet the message from the dissipated energy still distracted him for a moment.

【He】Where they passed, the onmyoji and shikigami just disappeared, and a layer of the fantasy tree's skin seemed to be peeled off, and it was wriggling and repairing quickly, and what was in the wound was unbearable. The person who showed half of his face was Xia Youjie.

"what happened!"

"Teacher Wutiao, be careful!"

The angry questioning and the warning from behind overlapped, and at the same time, the onmyoji who should have disappeared in [He] came - he lowered his head and looked at the weird blood-stained palm protruding from his belly.

fear?

of course not……

Almost none of the stagnant movements that ordinary people find when they are injured, Gojo Satoru clasped the palm protruding from his abdomen with his backhand, and another [He] mercilessly rushed towards the sneak attacker.

Tsk, he dodged it.

Feeling the malice shrouded in the distance behind him, Gojo Satoru simply pulled out the severed arm left in his abdomen and threw it away, and the blood hole in his abdomen was restored to its original state in a blink of an eye under the operation of the reversal technique.

In the distance, the Onmyouji, who had voluntarily broken his arm, seemed unconscious, with a smile on his face, and lit a flame with one hand and sent it to the broken arm.The burnt section turned into an unsightly burnt flesh color, and the bleeding quickly stopped.

"It's a pity that I escaped. Hehe, the poor monk originally wanted to give you an end without pain. It seems that this kind of mercy cannot be realized."

"Ha, what are you talking about? You want to kill me with that kind of attack. Are you assimilated by Tianyuan to the point where you lose your mind?" Wutiao Wugekong launched a counterattack.

During the back-and-forth trials of the two, the submarine had already traveled not far away, and each follower put on a dress that could stay in the air, intentionally or unintentionally surrounded Ashiya Michimitsu in the attack circle.

Ashiya Michimi didn't care about the fact that he was surrounded, and excitedly waved his severed limb at Fujimaru Tateka, who was guarded by the heroic spirits.

This distance is nothing to Heroic Spirits, but to humans it is beyond the reach of vision and other senses.

However, Fujimaru Tachika turned her head and glanced in the direction of Ashiya Michimitsu as if she felt something.

frowning... huh...

Ashiya Michimitsu got the response he wanted, and the corners of his mouth curled up even more.

Well, it's almost time for the next link.

Oda Nobunaga took Fujimaru Tachika and landed next to Gojo Satoru, "Gojo teacher, are you okay? Do you need treatment?"

"No problem at all. Compared with this, I found something." Gojo Satoru returned to the position where he brushed the fantasy tree just now. The original one-meter-diameter wound has been repaired, and there is no difference from the original one at all.

Relying on the memory of a glimpse, Gojo Satoru covered No Lower Limit on his hand, and steadily sent his palm into the fantasy tree according to the position and depth in his memory.

Different from the metal texture on the surface, the inside of the fantasy tree seems to be another artificial universe filled with violent energy, and no physical substance can survive in it.

However, as the palm went deeper, Gojo Satoru's hand did touch the cold, human touch that shouldn't exist here.

Fujimaru Tachika looked at Gojo Satoru's movements in some confusion, only to see that the next moment, Gojo Satoru destroyed the material near his palm in one fell swoop, and the objects buried in it reappeared.

"This is..." Fujimaru Lixiang stretched out his hand in shock, "Why is Senior Xia You here?"

"I'm probably going to ask that one, hey, third-rate onmyoji, what have you done?"

The flame called anger burned quietly in the blue pupils, and Gojo Satoru looked at Ashiya Michimitsu who was quite comfortable in the encirclement.

"Hehe, hehehe, I finally found it."

The stump was connected to the palm, and Ashiya Michimitsu clapped his hands strangely, applauding for the first person to find out, "If they don't find out again, they will be completely digested, eh, eh, the poor monk is still worried about that. It's not interesting enough."

Under everyone's gaze, Ashiya Michimitsu tapped lightly on the fantasy tree behind him with his sharp nails, and the surface of the fantasy tree that was originally integrated suddenly came alive, and the metal surface moved like a living thing, revealing the Bury the faces beneath.

"Knotweed, Fuhei, Nazaki, Panda, Oto-senpai...how come, everyone—"

Not only college students, but even the four super-level spell spirits are among them.

The thin lines of the same color as the fantasy tree spread on their faces, advancing inch by inch, making people unable to help but generate countless chilling imaginations.

"It's a sacrifice, the poor monk's precious sacrifice." The bright green nails scratched the black line under the eyes of Yuzu Yuhito, and Ashiya Michimitsu introduced happily, "The poor monk has fully absorbed the lessons of the last failure. , things like sacrifices, naturally, the more you-"

The sound ends with a silent attack.

The imaginary form 【茈】.

The index finger and the ring finger overlapped, Wujo Wu looked expressionlessly at the empty space.

In the next second, countless black and red figures appeared in all directions, and the malicious voices overlapped, squeezed, and chuckled, coming from all directions, passing through the eardrum irresistibly.

The blood mist and the dark sky pressed down heavily towards the pure white space, bringing a suffocating pressure.

"It's not enough, it's not enough, it's not enough, it's not enough to beat me, hahahaha——"

Thousands of wild laughter overlapped together, intermittently sounding like rolling thunder, it was almost crazy.

"Hmm—" Fujimaru Tateka tightly covered her ears, gritted her teeth and endured.

"Then, my master, everyone of Chaldea, messengers of justice, the time has come to make a choice."

"Are you here to hunt down me, the culprit, or break the fantasy tree to save this hopeless world, or—abandon everything to save your dearest friend?"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu-sorry, the poor monk seems to be a little excited. Come on, choose. Of course, no matter how you choose, you won't win."

The onmyoji who turned into ghosts and gods said with a smile, and there was only one figure reflected in thousands of pupils.

Come on, choose.