Magician in Type-Moon

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Immediately following, a torrent of red and black magic surged forth from the serpent's body, transforming into a scalding torrent.

The alien's lightning surged from its serpentine body into the sky, shooting straight up into the clouds.

In the night sky, a sword-shaped radiance constructed from pure magic gradually took shape, its sharpness seemingly unbearable even for the naked eye.

It was a scorching double helix, burning all the energy around it while incinerating the molecules in the air, emitting a world-destroying aura.

“What is this…!” Elgo stood at a distance, looking up at the radiance, his Adam’s apple bobbing involuntarily.

Wuzhiqi glanced at him, his voice cold and disdainful: "Don't be distracted. If that thing falls, you won't even have bone fragments left."

"Easy for you to say. Do you even have a plan?"

Elgo complained, but his six phantom hands were already tense, ready to meet the impending impact.

"We haven't come up with a plan yet, but this change isn't entirely a bad thing for us."

Wuzhiqi glanced at the magical giant sword in the sky, his tone revealing a hint of nonchalance:

"The current situation is probably that Matou Ike realized its stupidity and intervened himself."

"Get involved personally? Wouldn't that make things even more complicated?" Elgo's six phantom hands twitched slightly, a hint of unease appearing on his face, but then he scratched his head. "Wait, you're saying this isn't necessarily a bad thing for us? What do you mean?"

Wuzhiqi gave a soft snort, and the chains made a crisp rubbing sound on her wrists, as if responding to her master's fighting spirit.

"Do you think the most stable structure in the world is ordered or disordered?" she asked, her tone slightly probing.

“Of course it’s orderly,” Elgo replied matter-of-factly.

“Wrong, completely wrong.” Wuzhiqi shook his head. “The most stable thing must be the intermediate state between disorder and order. You must remember that the world itself is something that develops between disorder and order, and the most stable thing is the world itself.”

"Um...I don't quite understand..."

"..."

Wuzhiqi was too lazy to explain much to Ergo now.

After all, this is already considered a rather advanced level of magic knowledge.

Wuzhiqi glanced at him helplessly: "Forget it, there's no point in talking to you about this."

She turned her gaze back to the night sky, where the great serpent, burning with crimson and black magic, coiled, like the embodiment of chaos.

"To put it simply," Wuzhiqi said calmly, but his gaze was sharp as needles, "that guy should have let the three internal forces merge and plunder each other on their own, forming a dynamic balance. But he forcibly mixed them together, trying to use external force to create a stable structure."

She paused slightly, the chain gently sliding across her wrist. "As a result, this forced binding pulled it from the intermediate state between disorder and order to two extremes. The outside became stronger, almost impenetrable, but the inside was torn apart, creating cracks that could be exploited."

Elgo stared at the snake, a thoughtful expression on his face: "So, it looks incredibly powerful now, but inside it's a complete mess?"

“You could say that,” Wuzhiqi glanced at him. “But don’t be too optimistic. Once that tangled mess gets going, it can tear us to shreds in an instant.”

Wuzhiqi was considering her next move, even though it was she who was explaining things to Elgo.

But during the explanation, she suddenly felt puzzled, and her expression even changed.

This is a major taboo in alchemy.

It's important to understand that even the most basic elixirs require the individual properties of the herbs to trigger a reaction.

This kind of forceful intervention is like trying to refine elixir with a raging fire; the end result will inevitably be an explosion.

Even if it were Laozi himself, the founder of alchemy, he could not possibly refine the medicinal herbs into pills again after the furnace exploded.

And that guy, Matou Ike, couldn't possibly not understand this.

After all, if he could perform a "refining alchemy" ritual on this scale, he must know what he was doing.

Furthermore, even if Matouchi had no other means to suppress them and had to resort to this last resort to improve the timely combat power of the Night God of Calamity.

That shouldn't be now either.

Their counterattack at this moment has clearly not yet achieved the goal of making the "alchemist" abandon "alchemy" as their primary objective.

That's a foolish thing to do, picking up a sesame seed and losing a watermelon.

too weird.

This guy's actions are now exceeding Wuzhiqi's calculations.

This led her to wonder which floor Matou Ike was actually standing on.

Whether they are truly doing something foolish, or setting some kind of trap for them.

My thoughts were caught in a spiral of contradictions, repeatedly entangled.

Various hypotheses were simulated in the mind, and the most absurd answer was finally obtained.

Perhaps what Matouchi really wanted was not the final "pill" that was refined.

As for the current "alchemy," it is merely a necessary process.

And the result?

There might not even be a result.

"Damn it!" Wuzhiqi looked again at the destructive radiance slowly falling from the sky.

She had confirmed that the impact was descending so slowly to give her time to think.

Then force her to make the right choice.

Just like how she arbitrarily allocated benefits to all parties at the beginning, Matou Ike is now doing the same thing.

This guy is just more unreasonable.

"It's truly infuriating! In thousands of years, besides King Yu, you're the first person I've ever felt so disgusted with..."

she murmured.

Then she turned to Elgo beside her and said, "By the way, would you be willing to die for me once?"

Elgo, who had been focused on observing the giant snake's movements, was stunned for a moment upon hearing this.

They were just discussing how to deal with the threat they were facing, so how come they suddenly... Wuzhiqi's attitude changed too quickly, leaving Elgo somewhat bewildered.

He turned to look at Wuzhiqi: "Huh? Die for you? Are you serious?"

Wuzhiqi's lips curled into a subtle smile, which seemed both teasing and probing: "When have I ever joked? Besides, this may not be a bad thing for you."

Elgo scratched his head, looking conflicted. "I don't mean to object, but you should at least let me know why, right?"

Wuzhiqi's expression was calm, but his tone left no room for argument:

"Because if you die once, we can leave this place."

Elgo paused for a moment, then tentatively asked, "So how do I die?"

“It’s very simple.” Wuzhiqi smiled. “Just stuff yourself into its mouth. When it’s about to swallow you, find the right moment to use ‘that’.”

Elgo's eyes widened upon hearing this: "'That's' the last trump card, meant for escaping. Are you sure you want to use it now?"

“There’s no need to run anymore. As long as you’re willing to die once, the guy who’s in control of that snake will let us go. That’s the answer I just deciphered.”

Wuzhiqi raised his head, his gaze fixed on the giant serpent burning with crimson-black magic, and on the divine punishment that was about to descend upon the earth.

Elgo was silent for a moment, then suddenly sighed and shrugged:

"Alright, since you've put it that way, we should at least give it a try."

"Very good." Wuzhiqi nodded, and the chains rattled softly again. "Remember, you only have one chance, don't waste it."

"Understood." Elgo stretched his neck, looked at the giant snake, and a playful smile appeared on his lips. "Then I'll go die once. Wish me luck."

Before he finished speaking, his figure had already shot off like a streak of light towards the giant serpent in the night sky.

Chapter 390 Matouchi's Plan (4k)

"Has the choice finally been made?"

Matouchi floated amidst the thick clouds, overlooking the battlefield. Under the night sky, the man's figure transformed into a sharp beam of light, heading straight for the God of Night Calamity.

He looked at the man Wuzhiqi had brought in—a man with six phantom hands. At that moment, he charged towards the giant serpent enveloped in chaotic divinity without hesitation, his actions displaying a kind of inexplicable decisiveness.

“This guy…” Matou Ike narrowed his eyes slightly, a meaningful smile playing on his lips. His thoughts surged like a tide, countless clues about this man flashing through his mind.

Although he wasn't quite sure before, he finally saw through the man's true identity.

Those six phantom hands, that unique fighting stance...

Elgo.

Matou Ike murmured the name in her mind, her gaze never leaving the figure that charged straight at the God of Night Calamity.

When exactly did I obtain information about this man? After a moment of reflection, the answer became clear.

That was some time before the capture of Yakuza Akira.

At that time, he made a deal with someone far away in the Clock Tower.

One of the six sources of the Atlas Academy—Latio Kurdris Hiram.

The aloof alchemist sent a request to Matou Ike through the El-Melloi family: to obtain data on the Night Raiders family's divine body.

“What a strange request.” Matou Ike initially scoffed at the necessity of the deal, but that very fact piqued his interest.

With Atlas Institute as its background, why does one of the six sources that focuses on alchemy and the analysis of the future show such a strong interest in the mysteries of Japan?

With this question in mind, he accepted the other party's proposal, and the deal was completed smoothly.

However, to his surprise, this was not the end of the deal.

“Even…” Matou Ike murmured softly, a slight smile playing on his lips, “they reached an even deeper agreement.”

Of course, since the matter is not completely over, the subsequent transactions cannot be considered finalized.

But the deposit provided by the other party had already benefited him greatly—information about an ancient contract that was two thousand years old.

Three magicians from three organizations buried three deities within an experimental subject codenamed Elgo.

One aspect of this experiment is alchemy.

But what those people did was even more outrageous than what Matouchi did.

Compared to the forty-nine days in the Eight Trigrams Furnace in the story, this experiment took place two thousand years ago.

Originally, the Bagua Furnace was a place where all eight trigrams representing the world were gathered, a space where time and space were condensed.