Magical User Aozaki Aoko Case Files Chapter 200

When Aoko said this, it was actually just to sound more imposing. Even if she didn’t say it, Touko would definitely give this stinky vampire a taste of her own medicine.

However, Touko, for once, didn’t argue with Aoko. Instead, she cooperated with her command and snapped her fingers on the spot.

Immediately, a violent explosion erupted from the interrogation room at the end of the corridor. Touko had directly detonated some of the spider automatons that had managed to infiltrate, and the explosion had shattered everything, including the interrogation room door.

Aoko waved her hand, and the airflow created out of thin air by her Wind Manipulation spell blew inwards. The dust, as if forced by an invisible hand, neatly retracted into the interrogation room.

The interrogation room had ventilation facilities for exhaust, so Aoko didn’t have to worry about the choking smoke returning when she withdrew her spell.

Unlike fully rule-abiding D&D tabletop games, she found that in the real world, many low-tier magic-net spells could now be cast without incantations or complex gestures, relying only on simple movements. Aoko believed this was the result of her persistent research into magical knowledge over many years.

Aoko stepped directly into the entrance of the interrogation room. The first thing that caught her eye was the broken, blood-covered face of a nun.

This was clearly a representative of the Holy Church who had been sacrificed by Roa and then forcibly turned into a ghoul. Besides this nun, the large underground interrogation room was densely packed with at least one or two hundred other unlucky individuals just like her, who were now swaying and staggering towards Aoko.

“Hehehe, welcome!” A figure with blood still on his mouth and shirt appeared next to the altar in the center of the interrogation room. He spread his arms, welcoming the Aozaki sisters with an exaggerated gesture. “Do you like my gift? Just wait a little longer, and the power of a true demon will descend upon the world. This time, I’ve learned my lesson from last time…”

Aoko had no desire to waste words with this guy. She had already cast a full set of buffs before entering the basement, precisely so she could completely eliminate the enemy the moment she found him.

She ignored Roa’s rambling and took a step forward, appearing in front of Roa the next second. The spatial transfer ability of her Misty Step spell made both the ghouls attempting to pounce and Roa himself pause in surprise.

The Akasha’s Snake, who had reincarnated dozens of times, felt fear for the first time in front of this young red-haired woman. It was a different feeling from facing a Church Executor or Arcueid.

As a scholar pursuing eternal life, what did Michael Roa Valdamjong fear?

What he feared most, in reality, was the unknown that came after death. And the woman in front of him brought him a sense of “unknown.” He couldn’t understand why a young human could be so strong; her presence and the principles of her power were beyond his comprehension.

If judged solely by the standard of magecraft, Roa’s magical strength, if placed in the current Clock Tower, would likely find it hard to encounter a magus who could go two rounds with him. Perhaps only the successor of Barthomeloi could steadily suppress him.

But when facing Aoko, the wielder of the Fifth Magic representing “destruction/consumption,” he felt an uncontrollable fear from the depths of his soul. He fully understood that if this woman wished, she could grind his flesh and soul together, making him completely disappear from the river of history.

“Ah, ah…” Roa trembled and retreated, even forgetting to control the automatons behind him to counterattack.

Touko released the fat cat Cheshire, who, like a meat grinder made of shadows, instantly shredded all the ghouls present into pieces, including the alchemical automatons controlled by Roa.

The Akasha’s Snake clearly still wanted to struggle before being eliminated, but Aoko had no time to play with him any longer. Her speed was so fast that only an afterimage remained. The next moment, she punched Roa in the stomach, causing him to float slightly in the air as blood and stomach acid were expelled.

As a Magician, Aoko certainly wouldn’t simply punch this guy at a time like this. She directly implanted a sealed spell, designed by the old man Aozaki, into Roa through direct contact, making all abilities that relied on magical energy inoperable, preventing this guy from causing further trouble.

This type of spell had always been somewhat useless in battles between magicians of similar skill, but in a complete碾压 (overwhelming) situation, it was a guarantee that the weaker party would absolutely not be able to turn the tide.

Lying on the ground after being hit by Aoko’s punch, Roa shrieked hideously. He was like an unlucky fellow hit by Kiritsugu Emiya’s Origin Bullet; the more he tried to circulate his magical energy, the more he felt the soul-piercing pain that was binding him.

“Damn it, the old man’s magecraft is truly vicious,” Aoko muttered to herself.

“Done?” Touko walked over and asked, looking at the blond boy on the ground. “Do you have a grudge against this guy?”

“I dislike blond boys, the more arrogant, the more I dislike them,” Aoko rolled her eyes and said. “Let’s finish this quickly. I’m getting a bit tired of Souya.”

Just then, Arcueid and Ciel also walked in. Seeing the mess in the room and “Mario” twitching on the ground, both of their expressions turned icy cold, wishing they could flay him alive and pull out his bones.

Aoko told them to wait a moment and watch Touko perform. She guaranteed that this annoying man, Roa, would never be able to reincarnate again.

Touko extended her right arm, which transformed into golden light, like flowing fine sand, and seeped into “Mario’s” body.

Roa trembled violently, desperately trying to resist the Third Magician’s invasion of his soul, but it was to no avail.

Touko easily stripped a dark red shadow from Mario’s body, detaching it from the host.

The moment Mario’s body was freed from Roa’s soul, it stopped trembling. Or rather, he simply fainted and lay motionless on the ground.

Within Roa’s filthy soul, a flickering golden light, symbolizing True Ether, was present. That was Arcueid’s lost power, the planet’s grace upon its child.

The Third Magician was like a top-notch surgeon. Materialized soul was like the sharpest scalpel, quickly and precisely peeling open Roa’s soul and extracting that wisp of golden light.

The dark red shadow let out a silent shriek, but no matter how it struggled, it could not defeat the immortal and indestructible Third Magician on a soul level.

“Your turn,” Touko turned to Aoko, who was standing by, and said, “My work is done.”

Aoko nodded, closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, her pupils shone with a cerulean blue light.