Magician in Type-Moon

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“I felt that this blood moon was a bit strange from the beginning. Although you said it was a product created by projection magic, projection magic at the very least requires corresponding materials and spell bodies, right? At the very least, it requires a lot of magic power as a base.”

Wuzhiqi looked around at the crimson moonlight and paused for a second or two.

"But based on my keen observation, this blood moon doesn't seem to have a direct connection with that dead apostle. In other words, it wasn't that dead apostle who created this projection; the two should be independent entities."

Upon hearing this, Kiz looked around seriously and muttered to himself.

"Is that so? That's troublesome..."

"...What kind of trouble are you referring to?"

Wuzhiqi turned his head to look at him.

"...The original Ancestor was called the People of the Moon, and was strongly influenced by the age of the moon. If, as you say, this blood moon was not created by that person named Tsbia, but is a real projection of the moon in the sky, then he should be infinitely closer to immortality now."

Kiz replied.

"You're only realizing it now?" Wuzhiqi rolled his eyes at him.

Kiz blushed slightly, but quickly regained his composure and looked at Wuzhiqi:

"So you think he's trying to use the concept of 'death' to fight against 'immortality'?"

"I do have that thought, but I feel it shouldn't be just that."

She really couldn't understand Matou Ike's actions.

If it were during the Night Raid, although she was tricked by Matou Ike, she was still able to follow his train of thought.

but now...

Matouchi's fists are now relentlessly pounding into Tsbia's crystal body.

Each punch created a gash in the mirror-like crystal body.

It was destroyed before the crystal "record" was completed.

The fist, forged by enhancing various "traits" with almost all the magic power within the body, is thus incredibly powerful.

The strength of Tsbia's crystal body is the same as that of the crystal structure on the fourth level of the Great Library of Alexandria.

In other words, the physical body that Tsbia is currently using is almost as hard as a Noble Phantasm.

Under such a brutal onslaught, the crystals that formed Tsbia's body fell off one by one, shattering into powder, and immediately turned into liquid under the extreme heat, dripping onto the ground.

Tsbia frowned slightly as he looked at the current situation.

Actually, it doesn't matter to him that his body is damaged.

Because he had complete control over the crystals on the fourth level of the Great Library of Alexandria.

To restore it to its original state, you only need to issue one command.

But under Matouchi's relentless attacks, he discovered another strange place.

That is, this so-called "instant death" trait did not cause the slightest harm to his soul.

If Matou Ike was wasting so much mana in order to use "instant death" to fight against "immortality," then...

He should have used this characteristic to strike Tsbia's soul directly through a spiritual strike while simultaneously piercing Tsbia's fist.

Tsbia had already learned that Matouchi's body contained components of a spirit origin.

The other party has this ability, but didn't do it...

Didn't expect that?

This is impossible.

Or rather, it shouldn't have happened to this man in front of me.

This is a mistake only novice magicians would make.

So far, the only trait he has used on himself is that strange high temperature.

What about the other traits?

While cautiously using the crystals in the Alexandria Grand Library to repair his body, Tsbia did his best to block Matou Ike's attacks.

As long as this balance is maintained, the opponent will eventually lose, without him even having to do much.

But it's still best to be careful and not waste too much energy here.

after all......

Chapter 423 Interference: Things That Can Be "Interfered With"

The phase of the moon projected by the blood moon is the full moon.

Just like the period when a person's energy is at its peak in their life.

The brilliant moonlight shone down on everything on the fourth level of the Great Library of Alexandria, located thousands of meters underwater.

The blood moon's crimson reflection was mirrored on the crystals that covered the surface.

But whether it is the moon's shadow falling on the crystal, or the moon projected by the crystal, is something that might be difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

The crystal fragments that fell from Tsbia were transformed from dust into liquid under Typhon's intense heat.

It seeped into the crystal floor of the fourth level of the Great Library of Alexandria.

This is the self-repair mechanism of the Alexandria Grand Library.

As long as the contents targeted by the attack are not directly blasted into nothingness, they can be absorbed.

That's why Tsbia was truly invincible after becoming a fake pharaoh.

His physical life was now intertwined with the Great Library of Alexandria, while his spiritual life, as one of the Twenty-Seven Dead Apostles, was virtually immortal.

This is immortality in a dual sense.

Matou Ike's punching motion gradually slowed down, seemingly due to the depletion of his magic power.

This also gave Tsbia some breathing room.

Even with immortality, it was still too much for them to handle such a relentless onslaught.

"Your magic seems to be running out?"

"That's true." Matou Ike readily admitted.

"So what exactly did you do?" Tsbia asked, but then shook his head. "Whatever your purpose, it was a wrong choice, and you should know that very well."

"Is that so?"

Matouchi stopped abruptly, seemingly intending to give up.

"You seemed to have told my servant that even if the real Pharaoh Ptolemy came here, he wouldn't be able to defeat you in the struggle for access to the Great Library of Alexandria, right?"

"Yes, he can't compare to me in the fields of calculation and alchemy."

Tsbia nodded; he had indeed already revealed this information.

So it's fine to admit it.

Moreover, even if he didn't say it, the other party should be able to deduce it.

"Ah, actually I was thinking about this when I decided to summon the real Pharaoh Ptolemy. It's strange, but the result I saw was that the real one couldn't beat the imposter."

Matou Ike sighed, as if regretting something.

"You see?" Tsbia gave a strange look. "Do you possess some kind of futuristic vision?"

"Don't you know? I thought this information was already common knowledge in the Magic Association and the Holy Church. I didn't expect them to actually do such a good job of keeping it a secret."

Matouchi looked at Tsbia with an even stranger expression.

The information about his "future-predicting" magic eye, which he deliberately leaked, turned out to be the most confidential piece of information he possessed.

Some want to laugh.

At this moment, there seemed to be some fluctuation at the other end of the "spiritual nerve," but Matou Ike did not respond, and continued to speak:

"Once that point was clear, I've been thinking about how to make the real Pharaoh win against you in the battle for this place..."

Before Matouchi could finish speaking, Tsbia interrupted:

"That's impossible. You should know that his computing power is far inferior to mine, his ability to think in segments is also inferior to mine, and even his talent as an alchemist..."

“I know that talent is the deciding factor in the mystical world. No matter how hard someone tries, they can never become the ultimate. I understand that, so I don’t need you to elaborate.”

Waver Velvet is a good example; even after becoming El-Melloi II, he was unable to continue on his magical path.

Fortunately, he also has the talent to be a teacher.

Talent determines the ceiling.

“So my consideration isn’t about getting Pharaoh Ptolemy to enhance his abilities.” Matou Ike paused for a moment, thinking about his words. “Isn’t there a saying that ‘your slowing down is the same as my speeding up’?”

Tsbia almost burst out laughing as if he'd heard a ridiculous joke, but seeing Matou Ike's serious expression, he fell silent.

"You want to weaken my computing power?"

“Only in this way can the tortoise run faster than the rabbit, right?” Matou Ike countered.

"Doing this is much harder than just killing me."

Tsbia stared at Matou Ike's face, repeatedly confirming whether the other person was telling a joke.

Because this is impossible.

To do this, one would have to directly interfere with his soul.

This is something that only the Third Law or that elusive Sixth Law can accomplish.

The man in front of her didn't look like a magician who had mastered miracles at all.

Is it really more difficult?

As Matou Ike spoke, he shifted his gaze from Tsbia to the blood moon projections floating around him, and finally looked at the crystal forest reflecting the blood moon's glow.

"Regarding the information I've gathered about you, the 1327th Ancestor, there's something quite interesting—"

"The appearance of Zhu Yue should correspond to the end of your ability to infinitely return to reality. When that thing appeared, you did suddenly become a little strange, as if you had become a different person. Although you recovered not long afterward, this is still a point of suspicion worth noting."

At this moment, Tsbia's gaze followed Matouchi's and fell on the crystal forest that was glowing with a crimson light.