Magician in Type-Moon

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Finally, Ye Sizhen slowly turned her gaze back to the crowd in front of her.

"Now that the teacher's experiment has been confirmed as a failure, our plan should also be launched."

As soon as she finished speaking, Ye Sizhen's magic gently rippled outwards, spreading out like waves. A faint yet steady radiance gradually spread from around her body, as if a thin mist were wrapped around her.

At the same time, Kiz's three disciples followed closely behind, their steps steady as they approached her.

The four people stood in a circle, looking at each other.

As their hands intertwined, a surge of magical power suddenly erupted, like a shattered torrent, instantly filling the entire space.

The oppressive feeling in the air intensified, making everyone's chest feel slightly constricted. Everything around seemed to be swallowed up by this force, and the texture of the space appeared somewhat distorted for a moment.

Without a doubt, this is divine magic, or even ritualistic divine magic.

The four of them began chanting the ancient and mysterious incantations simultaneously.

Each byte belongs to a different era; their pronunciation is like a whisper echoing in an ancient temple, ethereal yet majestic.

This is the word of God—

It was the unified language that humanity could use before the Tower of Babel was destroyed.

Divine words.

Chapter 549 Ceremony

As they continued chanting their incantations, the ground beneath their feet trembled slightly as if in resonance, and at the center of this tremor were the clasped hands of the four ancient magicians.

From beneath their feet, layers upon layers of magical symbols slowly rose up. These symbols were not simply magic circuits, but rather imprints that seemed to be engraved with the laws of heaven and earth. Each symbol exuded an ancient and majestic aura, constructing a magical array that surpassed modern magic.

Those symbols are not static, but slowly rotate and intertwine according to some mysterious law, like the movement of stars, attracting each other and nesting within each other, eventually weaving into a huge magic ritual.

This ritual did not exist on the ground, but rather existed above space. As their chanting expanded, it gradually covered the entire battlefield, completely bringing this turbulent sea into its mysterious domain.

Just as the ritual reached its peak saturation, a powerful surge of magical energy erupted from it—

Like a sacred pillar of light falling from a crack in the heavens and earth, it rose from the center of the ritual, bursting through the thick fog with an irresistible suppressive force, pointing straight to the sky.

The light was not simply a manifestation of magic, but a condensation of the laws of the divine era. Its color flowed between gold, blue, and purple, as if it had swallowed the last rays of light from the mythological age.

It has only one goal—

Greek gods enveloped in pale, fiery flames.

The pillar of light, like a sacred chain piercing the heavens and earth, emerged from the magical ritual, carrying indescribable majesty, and rushed toward the alien object in the sky at an extremely fast speed.

The karmic fire, composed of powers, was still burning fiercely, as if it were about to completely incinerate the spaceship carrying the Greek gods.

The spaceship, which had been trembling, suddenly calmed down the moment it was enveloped by the beam of light.

Followed by.

After the alien object had completely stabilized, Marisbury, the monarch of the Celestial Department, walked to the center of the ritual.

He slowly removed the conspicuous ring from his finger.

Gently push it toward the beam of light.

The ring seemed unaffected by gravity, instead slowly rising into the sky.

As the ring slowly rose, the entire space seemed to fall into an eerie silence.

The air seemed to freeze, the sea breeze ceased to blow, and even the fluctuations of magic subsided at this moment, as if some supreme rule had forcibly fixed everything at this instant, causing all things to stagnate at this point in time.

Maris Billy stood in the center of the ritual platform, his eyes calm, as if he had foreseen this scene.

He raised his right hand and waved it slightly, as if performing some kind of symbolic ritual.

The ring, upon contact with the pillar of light, seemed to be slowly stretched and twisted by some invisible force, transforming into a slender ray of light that merged with the pillar.

For a fleeting moment, the entire space seemed to distort slightly.

It was an indescribable change, neither a physical vibration nor a simple surge of magic, but a deeper perception—like a part of the world suddenly loosening for a moment, revealing another layer of reality hidden beneath the rules.

The color of the sky changed at that moment, as if the night curtain had been forcibly peeled away to reveal the starlight trails hidden behind it.

That was no ordinary night sky, but one with the unique radiance of the mythical era, echoing the sounds of an ancient age. The distant stars flowed slowly in their orbits, reflecting some ineffable past.

Immediately afterwards, an extremely ancient aura emanated from the center of the ritual.

It was not simply magic, nor was it the magical fluctuations understood by modern magicians; rather, it was a rhythm that blended rules, order, and even destiny.

It's like a seal being broken, or like a higher being about to descend.

The ring continued to rise, slowly rotating at the center of the pillar of light. Each rotation created invisible ripples, as if stirring up the eddy of time.

Meanwhile, on the surface of the spaceship suppressed by the beam of light, the slowly emerging inscriptions began to change rapidly. They intertwined and combined with each other, as if some kind of contract was being rewritten.

The inscription's radiance grew ever stronger, as if responding to a higher-level call, or being forcibly dragged into some new order.

No one can say for sure what happened.

But everyone present could clearly feel it—

Something, some rule, something that people define as "god," is undergoing irreversible change.

"What kind of ritual is this?" Luvia's voice trembled slightly, her eyes filled with astonishment.

It was not from any faction she was familiar with, and even with her extensive learning experience at the Clock Tower, she could not recognize the magical base before her.

"The principle of consumption," Matou Ike slowly replied, his gaze never leaving the magical ritual of the Age of Gods.

"Prosperity and depletion? Isn't that just a theory? How can it be used as the basis for a ritual?" Luvia frowned in confusion.

She certainly understood the concept. As a noblewoman of the magic path, she possessed countless profound magical knowledge, but she was ultimately just a student, her horizons had not yet reached deeper levels, and she could hardly comprehend what the ritual before her truly represented.

However, she was not the only modern magician present.

The magicians surrounding the ceremony were all inheritors of the magic of the Age of Gods, and there was another person whose gaze was also fixed on that magic of the Age of Gods.

One of the Twenty-Seven Dead Apostles, whose knowledge of intelligence and magic theory is extensive and whose life spans thousands of years.

“‘Prosperity’ is the theory of your Clock Tower, you should know that, right?” Van Fem said leisurely, his tone lazy but with a hint of meaningful mockery.

He has decided to stand aside and therefore doesn't care whether certain secret knowledge will be exposed as a result.

Luvia frowned slightly: "Of course I know that—but 'prosperity and depletion' is not a magical system, it's just a label. Are you saying that they transformed this kind of label into a practical ritual?"

"Still too young," Van Fem chuckled, a hint of something unreadable in his smile.

"Would you like to guess how the Clock Tower suppressed the Wandering Sea and the Atlas Institute to become the number one organization in the magic world?"

His tone was calm, yet it carried a hint of provocation.

Luvia raised an eyebrow:

"Isn't it because the restrictions on accepting disciples in the Wandering Sea are too harsh, and becoming an alchemist in the Atlas Academy is also subject to various constraints, that they have not been able to develop and grow like the Clock Tower?"

Chapter 550 The Principle of Consumption

Luvia rolled her eyes dismissively, clearly uninterested in this power game.

The Clock Tower undoubtedly dominates the modern magic world, but the mystery and unfathomable depths of the Wandering Sea and the Atlas Academy are something that even many nobles in the Clock Tower find difficult to completely resist.

"Haha, what you say makes some sense." Van Fem chuckled, his voice melodious, as if he had seen through all the ways of the world.

His smile held a hint of mockery and helplessness, and his gaze lingered on Luvia for a moment, as if he were enjoying her puzzled expression.

Then, his tone shifted, becoming more relaxed, with a hint of provocation:

"While I am not very clear about how your Clock Tower uses the 'Principle of Prosperity,' I do know a little about the 'Principle of Consumption.'"

Luvia paused, a flicker of wariness crossing her eyes: "...So what exactly is it?"

Luvia was also somewhat undecided at this moment. The words spoken by the Dead Apostle in front of her were too certain, and the other party was an existence that had lived for countless years.

Van Fem seemed to read her mind, and smiled slightly, his tone carrying a hint of feigned mystery and teasing:

"This is incredibly valuable information. You know, besides me, there are probably very few people in this world who know about that matter."

After saying that, he raised a finger and waved it lightly in front of Luvia, as if showing off a precious treasure.

Seeing Van Fem's behavior, Luvia knew exactly what he was up to.

However, she was genuinely curious about this kind of thing.

"Hmph, name your price. Whether it's the cursed body or materials, I can trade anything I can find."

Luvia gave a soft snort, but she was already prepared for the other party to make an exorbitant demand.

However, as the young mistress of Edelfelt, she was extremely confident in her financial resources.

However, upon hearing this, a sly glint flashed in Van Fem's eyes, and he couldn't help but smile:

"No, no, no, does Miss Luvia think I'm such a shallow person? Besides, this information can't be exchanged for ordinary curse bodies and materials."

"Then what do you want?" Luvia's tone was tinged with helplessness. She was already prepared that this deal would probably not be easy—after all, the other party was an old monster who had lived for thousands of years, and the price to get anything out of him would definitely not be low.

However, to everyone's surprise, Van Fem gently shook his head, his smile so innocent it almost looked aggrieved: "You don't need to give anything in return."

Luvia didn't react for a moment, frowned, and then chuckled.

If anyone else had said that, she might have thought about it carefully, but it was Van Fem—this guy was one of the twenty-seven Dead Apostles, whom even the monarchs of the Clock Tower treated with utmost respect.

Moreover, she hadn't forgotten the one million euro ticket price—the entrance fee alone was enough to deter most magicians.

She had no doubt that the revenue from this banquet alone was probably equivalent to the annual tax revenue of a small country.

The guy in front of me is now putting on an "unrequited" act, which makes one wonder if he's deliberately trying to disgust people.

Van Fem clearly saw Luvia's utterly dejected expression and finally stopped keeping her in suspense. A knowing smile played on his lips, and his gaze lowered slightly, as if casually tossing out a suggestion: "Want to make a bet?"

Luvia paused for a moment, then narrowed her eyes warily: "What kind of betting?"

“It’s simple.” Van Fem chuckled softly, his voice carrying a hint of seduction. “If you win, I’ll give you the intelligence; if you lose… you’ll work on my ship for a year, how about that?”

He shrugged, with an expression that said, "Isn't this a great deal?" "In just one year, you can obtain secret information that even monarchs might not be able to get. No matter how you look at it, you're making a profit, right?"

Luvia paused for a moment, then rolled her eyes without hesitation: "You think I'd believe you?"

There's no such thing as a free lunch in this world, especially when the other party is a cunning old fox like Van Fem.

However, she was indeed filled with curiosity about the secrets of the "Principle of Consumption"—this was not only related to her personal knowledge accumulation, but also likely involved the fundamental understanding of the magic world.