Magician in Type-Moon

Page 381

It was something that drew upon the fears of millions of Egyptians and contained all the information about Pharaoh Ptolemy.

Wallachia Night.

Perhaps it would be more appropriate to call him Tsbia Eltnam Oberon.

It is worth mentioning that he was originally an alchemist at the Atlas Institute.

"Good evening, the moon is really beautiful tonight, ladies and gentlemen."

The voice of the imposter Ptolemy came like a whisper from the blood-red mist, sometimes clear, sometimes indistinct.

His blond appearance seemed ordinary, yet as one's gaze shifted, a strange feeling would seep into the depths of one's soul, clearly reminding one: "This man is Pharaoh Ptolemy."

It's clearly a counterfeit, but it looks more like the real thing than the real thing itself.

However, this disorienting sense of realism did not cause much of a stir.

After all, everyone had anticipated this event.

Moreover, in this world, there are countless examples of counterfeits defeating genuine products.

So it's not a big deal.

"Ah, isn't this my descendant? Why don't I come to greet him upon seeing my grandfather?"

The imposter pharaoh's gaze swept through the crowd, gradually shifting from Medea, who was confronting him, to Shion, who was preparing for some kind of ritual, and Matou Ike, who were deeper inside.

He called out softly.

That voice, carrying a faint hint of laughter, possessed a certain magic, gently stirring up the evil thoughts deep within Shion's heart.

That is the suppressive power of bloodline over offspring.

In an instant, Ziyuan's legs suddenly went weak, and she almost knelt down.

It wasn't the influence of magic; it was simply that his suppressed vampire urges, which had been suppressed within him, rebounded after confronting their source.

"Why resist? Becoming a Dead Apostle is something many people dream of. As an alchemist of the Atlas Institute, shouldn't you accept this gift of a long lifespan?"

He seemed somewhat puzzled and wanted to find out the answer before taking any action.

Indeed, it is true that the alchemists of the Atlas Academy spent their lives pursuing the question of "a way to avoid the extinction of mankind."

But with the limited time available to humankind, such a great undertaking is simply impossible to accomplish.

Just like the Grand Order that the magician families of the Clock Tower each pursue.

They chose to leave the "topic" to the next generation, hoping to reach that level through accumulation.

But the Atlas Institute is different. Apart from heretics like Kurdris, most alchemists choose to strictly abide by the Atlas Institute's commandment that "personal research must not be made public."

Even their descendants will not inherit it.

Therefore, a long lifespan became the second pursuit of the alchemists of the Atlas Institute.

When confronted with the imposter pharaoh's question, Ziyuan coldly spat.

"Only mediocre people choose to become death row inmates and eke out a living in this world. Look at yourself now, do you dare to say that you still remember what you once pursued?"

Ziyuan looked at the man in the distance with great disdain. You should know that in the history of humankind, although her grandfather also became a vampire, he never went in the direction of a Dead Apostle.

That's why she was so shocked when she received the memories of this body.

The imposter Pharaoh Tsbia laughed.

"of course I remember."

He then paused for a second or two, seemingly admiring the expression on Shion's face upon hearing the answer.

Why are you making that face? Aren't I here for my research project?

"Are you kidding me? Are you saying you want to pursue the Sixth Law in this state? You even need someone else's help to interfere with reality?"

Ziyuan was somewhat dumbfounded.

"If no one had spread these rumors, you wouldn't even be able to be here now."

Matou Ike listened to the conversation between the two, and one word in particular intrigued him—the Sixth Law.

As is widely known, there are only five laws of magic currently in existence.

Furthermore, the Fourth Magician concealed his existence.

Therefore, only the first, second, third, and fifth spells have a traceable trajectory.

So what exactly is this sixth law?

Is it simply a desire to obtain a new law out of thin air, or does such a thing already exist, which is why this alchemist who became a Dead Apostle would pursue it?

Matouchi prefers the latter.

Because of the nature of the alchemists at the Atlas Institute, they had a fondness for calculation.

Meanwhile, Kiz and Muzhiqi, who were deeper behind Matouchi, were also whispering to each other.

"The Sixth Law? Does such a thing really exist in this world? Does the Wandering Sea have any information about it?"

"I'm not sure about that. After all, we people from the Gate of Preservation don't care about magic. But I have heard something similar from the guys from the Gate of Regeneration, though I don't remember the specifics."

"What use are you anyway! Can't you be a little more reliable?"

Kiriike also felt this deeply.

At the same time, Kirichi also noticed the true state of Tsbia Eltnham Oberon.

And the second reason why he was able to perfectly recreate "Pharaoh Ptolemy"—

—This guy's original body has been broken down into spirit particles, which are ethereal substances similar to the soul.

—The spiritual particles liberated from the body and will will diffuse and drift in the atmosphere.

The former fulfilled the condition of being a "blank slate," just like the foundation the Greater Grail used to create the Spirit Origin for a Heroic Spirit.

The latter, on the other hand, allows him to descend anytime and anywhere, as long as he possesses a blood ring that conforms to the principles of the "Tatalli" principle, through spiritual particles scattered throughout the world.

Could this state be related to the sixth law?

Matou Ike shook his head, because this state looked more like the Third Law of Heaven's Cup.

At the same time, Tsbia shook his head and said to Shion:

"Maybe my current state is closer to the Sixth Law, who knows?"

He smiled, a crimson glint in his eyes.

That was such confidence.

It's hard to put into words.

Even Ziyuan was almost shaken by his confidence at this moment.

“Alright, everyone, there’s no need to be so tense,” Tsbia’s voice was deep and steady, like a gentle breeze. “The ceremony over there can actually be stopped. I’m only here to retrieve something, and I don’t intend to be your enemy.”

His words were casual, but a barely perceptible hint of apprehension flashed in his eyes as he glanced at Quat, who was manipulating the ritual instruments by the Matou Pond.

Matou Ike finally spoke, his tone calm yet somewhat sarcastic: "Oh? So what exactly do you want? If that's the case, at least tell us so we can consider whether or not to give it to you."

Tsbia nodded, then turned his gaze to the back of Matou Pond, where the coffin wreathed in purple lightning resembled a hidden treasure trove.

"I only want the contents inside."

Matou Ike's gaze sharpened slightly as she raised her head, seemingly deep in thought:

"The ancestor of a Dead Apostle actually wants a divine body?"

The existence and origin of the Twenty-Seven Ancestors can be traced back to that creature on the moon, while deities have absolutely no connection to such a creation.

Even most gods are "reborn" through faith, and even nature gods, who are the touch of stars, will be influenced by human faith over a long period of time.

The Dead Apostles are a species that contradicts human history itself; for them, faith is like heroic spirits—"mutual restraint."

Now, this product that denies human history wants to get its hands on objects that are closely related to human history.

Matou Ike couldn't help but press, "Do you want to throw yourself into the fire and burn yourself?"

“Looks like this young man knows a lot, huh…” Tsbia sniffed the air. “So that’s how it is. You also have the principle of the Blood Ring in your body. No wonder.”

Then he looked puzzled: "I won't ask you why you're still alive, but why haven't you become a Dead Apostle?"

He continued to sniff the air for non-existent scents: "Dead Apostle, God, Spirit Origin... Your scent is too mixed, like a garbage can. No wonder you're so confident standing in front of me."

"Isn't it you who dared to appear in front of me? You clearly anticipated that I had a way to counter you." Matou Ike tilted his head and retorted.

"You don't think that guy can beat me, do you? I'm now the Dead Apostle Pharaoh Ptolemy, and I'm also the former Dean of the Atlas Academy, Tsbia Eltnam Oberon!"

He suddenly roared, and the scarlet full moon, which had appeared out of nowhere, shone into the depths of the sea.

"How dare you think that half-baked alchemist could defeat me here!"

The madness began to surge with the light of the blood moon.

Even her personality was affected.

The bloodthirsty impulse gradually intensified in Shion once again.

It seems that the influence of that blood moon was far more powerful than that of Tsbia, one of the twenty-seven progenitors of Bloodborne.

Meanwhile, Medea, who was closest to Tsbia, had already unfurled countless complex magic arrays in the air, and the tense atmosphere in the vortex of confrontation was about to reach its climax!

But an untimely voice suddenly came from behind Matou Pond:

"Is it really scientifically possible for moonlight to shine into the seabed thousands of meters below? Even Changxi (the goddess of the moon in ancient China) couldn't do that, could she?"

It was the voice of Wuzhiqi.

"Why are you so talkative? Can't you see the show is about to start?"

Kiz's voice followed closely behind, "And isn't this just basic projection magic? You can't even tell the difference? You have the nerve to call yourself a sage."

Matou Ike pouted. Why do people always like to ruin the atmosphere during such serious times?

Didn't you see that you guys made Tsbia look a bit awkward?

This made him think of Angra Mainyu, and he really missed the time when that guy was around.

Matou Ike was well aware that this blood moon was achieved through projection magic.

Even so, it is still quite tricky.