Magician in Type-Moon

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Even knowing what it meant, Ye Sizhen couldn't understand it.

Whether it's Western or Eastern, what value does that kind of thing have for a magician?

Justice? Are you kidding me?

The other party responded coldly, their tone flat yet resolute.

"I had no such intention. There are more lives you will take away than lives you will save, that's all."

Ye Sizhen was stunned; her opponent seemed to be speaking seriously.

"A person's life is more important than the earth."

Those words were heavy and sharp, like a hammer pounding into her heart.

According to this view, the equivalence between lives is the most absolute standard of measurement.

If we put the lives of ninety-nine people on a scale and the lives of one hundred people on a scale, theoretically, the lives of one hundred people would always be heavier.

Suppose two ships are sinking, one with 200 passengers and the other with 400 passengers. The ship with 400 passengers is undoubtedly the best choice to save.

If a country with 30 million people were to go to war with a country with 100 million people, supporting the country with 100 million people would be the right choice.

After all, life is irreplaceable.

No matter what other values ​​or logical arguments one makes, they are meaningless in the face of the value of life.

In general, such talk is nothing but wishful thinking.

However, the words spoken by an alchemist possessing both high-speed and segmented thinking—

"In the name of justice, I will exclude you. Ye Sizhen!"

The solitary alchemist turned his body, the movement as if gliding.

No, actually, a device actually appeared beneath his feet, and his entire body glided rapidly across the rooftop, like a high-speed figure skater.

Similar to the previous chainsaw devices, these new devices shredded the concrete, propelling him at breakneck speed.

This is not the behavior of a normal human being.

He was like a breakdancer, standing on one leg, spinning at a dazzling speed.

Then, with a series of movements, four chainsaws rushed towards Ye Sizhen like a storm, swinging so fast that it was almost impossible for anyone to react.

His speed is indeed breathtaking, but what's most lethal is his incredibly precise timing.

The moment Ye Sizhen tried to concentrate, the instant her breathing stopped, the solitary alchemist unhesitatingly targeted her opening.

Four chainsaws roared, following her every move, giving her no chance to catch her breath.

Ye Sizhen knew that her magic flow and spellcasting were ineffective against this series of attacks at this moment.

All of this means that her compatibility with the other party is almost fatal—so bad that it cannot be ignored.

Chapter 463 The Magic of Astrophysics

Ye Sizhen always believed that the attacker was either a magician or a magician.

Regardless of her identity, it poses no threat to her now.

Having studied magic from the Age of Gods, she is now on a completely different level of precision compared to modern magicians.

It's like a paper airplane competing against the most advanced jet aircraft; it simply cannot lose.

However, alchemists are completely different.

Their magic, in the end, does not affect the outside world.

Of course, if it turns into a situation where she launches a strong counterattack, that would be a different story.

But in this situation, she is unable to fully utilize her strengths.

Ye Sizhen hesitated for a moment, then decided to take a gamble.

In the instant she lost her balance and fell backward, she deliberately placed her right arm on the chainsaw's track.

Sacrificing just one hand is enough.

She offered this as a condition: she would take the other person's life.

She touched the doll in her arms, activating the spell within it.

No matter what defenses the reclusive alchemist prepared, her divine mind magic will penetrate everything.

Swoosh—

The sound of a chainsaw cutting through the air; the cheongsam was torn.

However, Ye Sizhen, who was jumping, revealed a smug smile.

It seems the other party made a mistake; they weren't prepared to endure the pain beforehand. They were really lucky.

She secretly rejoiced, knowing that this time, her magic would surely leave this enigmatic and eccentric alchemist utterly helpless.

However, just as she was feeling triumphant, a powerful shock suddenly pierced through her entire body.

"……well?"

Ye Sizhen was instantly confused.

Her consciousness began to blur, and her magic circuits emitted a series of warnings.

Although she felt that she hadn't been unconscious for long, most of her bodily functions had already failed.

The concrete beneath their feet suddenly burst open, revealing some kind of device inserted there.

A burning sensation came from inside my body—a strong electric shock.

She realized that the pain came from the loneliest alchemist's fierce attack, which aimed to paralyze her nerves and disrupt her magical circuits through electric shocks.

Despite the immense power granted to her by the magic of the Age of Gods, the rank of her magic circuits themselves did not improve, which prevented her from activating parallel magic systems after her nerves were paralyzed.

The solitary alchemist clearly knew the magician's weaknesses and precisely struck her fatal spot.

Ye Sizhen gave a bitter smile, lost in thought.

"This method..."

If she had known the opponent's attack method beforehand, she could have taken precautions. She wouldn't have needed the exaggerated techniques of divine magic; simply using some special defensive magic would have been enough to easily deal with it.

She undoubtedly found herself in a predicament she was unprepared for when facing this alchemist.

This man is a completely specialized "magician killer," born to strike down magicians.

However, Ye Sizhen still had many questions in her heart.

"If that's the case, why didn't he deliver a fatal blow?"

This is the second time he's used the same method; he should have taken her life before she recovered.

Even in just a few seconds, Ye Sizhen completely lost consciousness.

However, so far, she has not been directly restrained, nor has she launched a single decisive attack.

This made her even more confused.

Lying on her side, her gaze pierced through the cracks in the concrete, fixed on the strange object that had pierced the roof of the building.

It refers to a ring.

A twisted and deformed ring.

From any angle, the metallic texture exudes a deep, ancient aura, as if even the air itself has stopped.

With just one glance, she knew this was no ordinary object—it carried a mysterious history spanning nearly three thousand years.

To whom does this antique belong? She couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

An indescribable emotion welled up from her lips, a suppressed aura rising from the depths of an abyss, impossible to suppress.

Her gaze was fixed on the distance—across the street, on the rooftop of the building.

"As expected..." she smiled slightly, her voice carrying a hint of sarcasm and self-mockery.

That person actually dared to do that.

Even though he was severely injured and most of his magic crest was stripped away, a monarch is still a monarch.

A hint of coldness flashed in her eyes as she stared directly at the figure that was faintly appearing in the distance.

The next second, the clear daytime was abruptly shattered, the sky suddenly twinkled, and the stars burst forth like dazzling jewels.

what is that?

A deep and distant incantation echoed in my ears, as if reverberating from an endless abyss.

"The form of stars, the form of cosmos, the form of gods, the form of animus, the celestial bodies are the void, the void is the unbirth—and the void is contained by stars."

This incantation carries a sense of oppression that transcends time and space, as if it is telling some kind of cosmic truth.

But just as Ye Sizhen was still pondering the meaning of this strange incantation, the man on the rooftop appeared beside her without her noticing.

“My magic circuit is broken,” he said in a low voice, with a hint of helplessness. “However, fortunately, the stars in the sky are the largest magic circuit that I can interfere with.”

“…Stars.” Ye Sizhen raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes.

Is this a joke?

He was talking about stars?

She steadied herself and barely managed to suppress the shock in her heart.

Is this the power of a monarch?

Or perhaps this is the magic of astrophysics, reaching such an extraordinary level?

It's simply...unbelievable.

The silver-haired man seemed to see through Ye Sizhen's shock and explained in a low voice:

"I couldn't possibly do this on my own. This is just a magic trick that I was able to use by borrowing the divine attire as a medium."

"...The magic of the Age of Gods?" Ye Sizhen was slightly taken aback, then felt a strange blush.

She couldn't help but recall how, not long ago, she had proudly "bragged" in front of this man that she had learned the magic of the Divine Era, and a feeling of embarrassment welled up in her heart.