A Master's Type Moon Event Book

Come like the tide and go away like the tide.

This is the theocracy of the goddess of the underworld. All dead creatures are her subjects, regardless of any magic, regardless of any contract, because this is the rule, and this is her power.

The magic power gathered from all directions was not affected, and it set off bursts of neighing, rushing towards Liudong Temple.

But further down, the dead silence of magic.

It is like a dead sea, with a huge volume, unable to flow, and unable to display it.

Necromancer magic is completely ineffective.

Medea held the wand firmly with both hands, so as not to fall.

Looking at the girl in ordinary clothes, her eyes were complicated, shocked, puzzled, and terrified.

As a magician of the Age of Gods, she already understood that the girl in front of her was a god.

Medea laughed silently.

Her whole life was dominated by the gods.

In order to help Jason, the hero chosen by the gods, she was cursed by the so-called goddesses to fall in love with a man she didn't know when she was young.

Therefore, he betrayed his father, his country, and even tore his own brother apart and threw him into the sea.

When everything was over, she who was once a princess became a witch in a foreign country.

And Jason, the man who wanted her to do this, abandoned her on the grounds that he could not take the witch as his wife in order to get the throne in a fair manner.

Falling in love with a strange man while being manipulated, being branded as a witch, and being abandoned by the only man she relied on.

This is her story.

"why?"

Medea's voice trembled a little. She didn't understand why the Holy Grail War could summon gods.

Even though it has been different since the Fourth Holy Grail War and can summon servants of anti-heroes, gods should not be summoned no matter what.

She loathes the goddess, yet fears the goddess.

"Whether it's a god or a witch, when she finds the ultimate reason, she no longer needs any reason."

Ailei glanced at Ge Muzongichiro, meaning something.

"..."

If others called her a witch, Medea would have already passed her by magic.

In silence, she held Ge Muzong Ichiro's hand.

The man felt a slight tremor.

Still silent, he, who seemed never to be afraid, grabbed it with his backhand.

"Caster!"

Soichiro Kuzuki was as concise as in the classroom, without any nonsense.

Medea smiled and said, "I understand."

The elf-like slightly pointed ears were covered by flying blue long hair, and the magic power was surging. In the dull night sky, the magic circle opened, and countless dark purple torrents covered the figures of Ai Lei and Li Xiang.

Since the summoned familiar can no longer work, the only way is to use the methods of a magician.

Li Xiang didn't move. Although his new spear looked powerful, the magic power in front of him was even more terrifying, so there was no need to try it.

And there is Ellie here.

The girl with a calm face condensed her wide spear from a golden light, and twirled and inserted it into the ground.

The entire Yuanzang Mountain shook suddenly, and clusters of dark blue flames floated out from under her feet.

The magic bullets facing the sky cover the sky and collide with the ghostly flames floating in the sky, time and space are suddenly distorted, everything becomes gentle and heavy, the pressure changes, there are really mountains in the air, black A mountain like a gun cage.

"Goddess of the underworld."

Medea's face was slightly pale, and she guessed her identity.

Perhaps it should have been known long ago. From the first meeting, the trembling of the soul, to the divine power just now, and the disappearing Dragon Tooth Soldier, it is easy to guess that this is a god with divine power in the underworld.

The Seat of Heroes and the Seat of God may overlap, but she is not the real body, so it is impossible to deduce which goddess of the underworld she is.

The body made of ether has tiny cracks on the surface, overflowing with dewy blood drops.

That line in the air disappeared.

She controls the magic thread of the townspeople.

The mountain cloaked the void of night, and no magic came from afar.

But she still maintains a powerful output of magic power, raised her wand in her right hand, and a giant shadow descended from the sky.

On the dark purple magic bullet, a huge dragon suddenly appeared.

The magic power of the surrounding world is poured continuously, and the illusory shape condenses into a black and huge body.

This is not a real dragon.