Magician in Type-Moon

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Each one seems somewhat obscure.

This is probably not the effect of the Alexandria Library.

Then it is——

Ah, is it this red moon?

Matou Ike once again broke through the magic from Tsbia.

then.

"—Light it up!"

The outstretched wrist, several meters long, along with the enemy himself, was engulfed in flames.

The building, located underwater, was pitch black.

This kind of thing might remind people of a bonfire party.

However, the thing wriggling and pulsating in the flames, like a shadow puppet, actually had a human-like appearance.

The flames appeared unnaturally, and disappeared just as unnaturally.

There was no sound from burning objects, and not much of a burning smell.

This heat, capable of distorting even the space itself, was instantly dissipated.

Before anyone knew it, Tsbia was holding a book.

The text on the page that is turned to is not fixed.

It changes at a speed that is completely beyond the comprehension of human dynamic vision.

It looks just like a computer screen.

Matouchi's gaze slowly shifted upwards, revealing a dazzling red moon.

“I thought you weren’t planning on using it,” Matou Ike said casually.

"What can we do? This was originally meant to deal with the real one you wanted to take down. I'm in a difficult position too."

Tsbia snapped the book shut, and then a change occurred in his body.

The area around the elbow started to become mirror-like.

A polished mirror reflecting the surrounding crystals.

The mirror emitted heat rays that surpassed those of magma.

That was the power of Taizu Ryu Typhon that Matouchi had just released.

Only Matouike himself knew the extent of its power.

It almost made his body begin to melt.

Matouchi's response was—

"Twisted. Underworld Form"

The spiral shaft is set at the foot of Matou Pond, and the airflow rotates and dances accordingly.

The chilling aura of the underworld, like a frozen soul, surged up from the soles of his feet, forming a powerful eye of wind that enveloped the surroundings.

Then, amidst the collision of the extreme cold and warm currents, a large amount of white mist rose up, obscuring the view.

Record it, then release it?

So, instead of relying on abilities that can be pirated, it might be better to choose a more direct approach to attack.

The body covered by the "Ashfire Armor" is no less functional than that of a Servant.

In an instant, Matouike moved forward at a supersonic speed, as if it could keep up with these questions.

Matouchi's goals have changed.

The fist tore through the thick fog and slammed into it.

"You should know very well that you can't beat me here. Your only chance is when the real deal appears, when he competes with me for access to this great library."

Tsbia grasped it directly with his crystallized palm, his brow furrowing slightly.

The scorching light that had just been released has now receded back onto the arm that has transformed into a mirror.

This is the light of information accumulated in the crystal that makes up this great library, a record and mystery spanning two thousand three hundred years.

He didn't understand why Matou Ike, who clearly knew so much about this kind of thing, would still attack like this.

"Ah, that certainly seems to be the case."

Matouchi replied with a smile.

"Then why waste magic like this?"

Why don't you just guess?

Chapter 422 Doubts

The surging magic was released in one breath between the two people facing off.

The magic is released in its entirety, but the magic is not structured using any particular technique.

It simply enhances the body's functions.

It strengthens the physical qualities that the body possesses.

It originates from the high-temperature characteristics of the Great Ancestor, Typhon.

The instant-death trait originates from the fallen angel Samael.

From...

The aging traits derived from the god of the underworld, Ōki no Kami...

It's like turning flesh into a weapon.

Even the skeletal structure was creaking.

There was no hesitation.

Bring your elbows back and clench your fists.

The airflow felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an unseen giant hand.

Crushing, trampling.

Tsbia suddenly felt his heart beating irregularly.

Is it yours, or the other person's?

It seemed like all the blood rushed to my brain to think about this problem.

He sensed it; it was the law of cause and effect called "death."

Those with this trait are indeed the natural enemies of the Dead Apostles.

Then another question popped into my head—why do this?

Why waste magic in such an extravagant way?

Indeed, in Tsbyia's eyes, Matouchi's actions were a waste.

This was an extremely sensitive matter for alchemists.

The best way to enhance the qualities brought about by power is through divinity.

Magic is a secondary source of energy.

It's like a fuel machine that should be filled with oil is now burning coal.

The losses and incomplete energy utilization in between are simply an insult...

...And this guy in front of me is clearly not a magician who follows the fighting style.

What good is it to create a weapon that can kill yourself?

No matter how powerful a device is, it still needs people to use it.

The Atlas Institute also forged seven great weapons, but very few people were actually able to use them.

So this approach is absolutely stupid.

But it is precisely because it is "too stupid" that it seems even more abnormal.

Moreover, if the goal is to bring the genuine product here, wouldn't the best option be the delaying tactic employed by that heroic spirit just now?

Why is it necessary to exert such all-out effort right from the start, and in such an unreasonable way?

Doing this without a way to replenish magic will only cause magic to deplete faster.

It's simply incomprehensible.

Perhaps the answer will come if we keep thinking about it.

But faced with Matouike's beast-like fighting spirit, Tsbia had no time to think.

Even the Atlas Academy's ability to "divide and conquer" had to be fully utilized in the immediate battle.

Meanwhile, in another corner, both Kiz and Muchichi were wondering about Matouchi's tactical choices.

"What's this kid doing? He doesn't seem like the kind of guy who just recklessly charges around. Could it be that he's given up on himself?"

Kiz raised a question.

"Perhaps he wanted to use the concept of instant death to directly eliminate that guy." Wuzhiqi frowned, also somewhat unable to understand.

"You mean he's gambling on probability? That's ridiculous. This isn't a casino; betting on dice rolls doesn't work in magic battles."

Kiz shrugged, clearly disagreeing with the statement.

"What if that guy didn't intend to simply eliminate the vampire?" Wuzhiqi asked again.

"If he doesn't eliminate vampires, then what can he 'eliminate'? Microorganisms?"

Kiz felt that Wuzhiqi was joking with him.

But Wuzhiqi shook his head and said: