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Examining any single constraint in isolation, there is a risk that it may be breached or distorted at a high level.
But when these two absolute laws, which originate from the rules themselves, are completely different in nature yet complement each other, are precisely superimposed and locked together—
They thus construct an unbreakable, logically consistent ultimate barrier.
A brilliant application of the rules!
Even by Matouike's almost harsh standards, one has to admit that Hatteres' insight into and utilization of the Lostbelt's underlying rules was a tactical maneuver so precise as to be truly admirable.
That brilliance, born from pure ingenuity, deserves a silent tribute.
However, the appreciation ultimately stopped at the technical level. Matouike's core thinking had already shifted like a cold blade to the next tactical assessment.
In just a few days, the depth of strategic planning demonstrated by the top minds of the Clock Tower...
A fleeting, objective assessment of the density of talent in this magic hub crossed his mind.
Whether it's Hartres's interconnected "god-making ritual" that points directly to the divine realm, or the Clock Tower's "Albion Modification Project" that attempts to forge ancient dragon remains into strategic weapons, the potential energy level of their final products already possesses the strength to shake the foundation of the Lostbelt Lord.
So, what should we do now?
Matouchi's consciousness was like a rapidly spinning tactical sand table, calmly deducing the next move.
He did not waver on the fundamental option of "whether to stop Hartres".
His core considerations lie in the depth of intervention and the ultimate tactical milestones to be achieved.
We must not forget the core objective of our trip to London.
Matou Ike clearly outlined the priorities in his mind:
The first is to obtain the Butterfly Magic. The second is to find the method for the Time Gears to mesh.
Thirdly, he was invited by Waver Velvet to safeguard the outcome of the Grand Order decision.
But since he arrived in London, only the second route has been completed in a haphazard manner.
The third point may be in progress, although the true situation has not been disclosed, so it is essentially a case of being "tricked" into believing it.
As for the first point...
Among the clues provided by El-Melloi II, Hatteres had an ambiguous connection with the authority on butterfly magic.
In this regard, Webber Velvet has made a clear commitment that he will ensure access to the Butterfly Magic or provide key answers.
This reward must be fully paid out.
Matouchi calmly recorded this "accounts receivable".
When meeting with that monarch's representative, the compensation stipulated in the contract must be precisely measured and collected in a way that he can clearly understand.
This has nothing to do with personal emotions, but is the inevitable execution of the spirit of contract.
As her thoughts flowed, Matouchi's consciousness, like a precise timer, recalibrated the reference frame for the external flow of time.
Inside the Grand Order meeting room, the two-hour decision-making deadline agreed upon by those guys was now counting down—less than thirty minutes remained.
Based on the logic of the ritual, the time limit will be the theoretical completion point for the Clock Tower to complete the "Grand Decision" ritual that forged the Albion dragon skeleton into a conceptual weapon.
On the tactical sandbox of Matouike, these thirty minutes are not a limitation, but rather an ample window of opportunity for action.
Matouchi took a step forward.
The seemingly ordinary action was like pressing an invisible switch.
Within him, the magic circuit system that forms the foundation of a magician suddenly switched from a low humming state to full-power operation mode.
The pure and immense magic no longer followed the usual trickle, but instead surged and converged at high speed in the complex and precise energy channel network within his body, like liquid mercury driven by an ultra-high pressure pump, with efficiency exceeding physiological limits!
Every nerve and every blood vessel has become a conductor carrying this immense energy.
Beneath the surface of his body, a faint blue magical glow emanated from him. It was not an overt burst of energy, but rather a manifestation of cold and deadly energy density that was naturally dissipated after being compressed to the extreme and condensed to a critical point.
The air around him distorted slightly, emitting an almost inaudible, high-frequency hum, as if the space itself was bearing the burden of this sudden increase in energy.
The priorities of the established goals are clear, the action path has been planned, and the time... is completely under control.
Chapter 628 Contest of Titans (4k)
Beneath the dome of the Calion Observatory, constructed of ancient star maps and intricate magical engravings—
When the plant family monarch, Lidael, clearly raised that issue:
"Albion Transformation Project"
The moment this phrase echoed in the stagnant air, the heavy, magical feeling that filled the entire ritual space seemed to be suddenly gripped and pulled away by an invisible giant hand!
Even the crystal chandeliers on the dome, which were maintained by pure magic and constantly illuminated the venue, seemed to encounter some kind of conceptual "gravity well," instantly producing a perceptible attenuation and restraint.
This is not a malfunction of the physical light source.
Rather, it is the taboo weight and immense ambition inherent in the issue itself—enough to shake the very foundations of the magic world—that exerts an almost instinctive suppressive effect on the high-concentration magical environment within the space.
The light did not actually go out; it was merely briefly and forcibly diluted by the unfathomable "presence" of the issue.
This sudden change in light, like a silent yet deafening exclamation mark, was imprinted on the minds of every monarch.
Beneath that ceremonial dome, constructed from layers of solidified light arrays and flowing geometric patterns—
At the center of the ancient round table, inlaid with gemstones representing monarchical symbols, the space itself seems to transform into an invisible ethereal canvas.
The countless streams of data light, formed purely from high-density magic, were not scattered randomly.
Instead, it was as if guided by an invisible, intricate loom, following the strictest magical geometry and deep scan data from the spirit tomb, beginning a high-speed, precise weaving and reconstruction.
In just a few breaths, a vast, complex three-dimensional structure, imbued with endless geological ages and a mysterious aura, clearly materialized above the round table.
A complete view of the Albion Great Tomb.
This is far from the crude light and shadow simulation of ordinary projection magic.
What it presents is a holographic real-world model calculated by a massive magic disk, combined with scanning data of the deep spiritual veins inside the Spirit Tomb Albion, and possibly even incorporating the "active" feedback of the dragon skeleton itself.
The texture of every rock layer, the direction of every spiritual vein, every known or detected massive cavity structure, and even the "last dragon's" reverse scale area located at the core, pulsating like a sleeping heart...
They were all perfectly reproduced with breathtaking precision.
The magical light flows across its surface, like blood surging in a vein, radiating a powerful presence that is both ancient and vibrant with new life, a mixture of pressure and possibility.
This is not merely an image; it is a conceptual mapping of Albion, the Tomb of the Spirits, in this space, stripped of its physical form yet embodying its entire structure and energy essence.
Lydia Ashburn's sharp gaze swept over the silent monarchs around the round table, and once she confirmed that no one raised any procedural questions about the topic itself, she waited no longer.
She stretched out her slender fingers, the tips of which were swirling with subtle guiding magic.
Precisely adjusting the zoom and zoom of the perspective and local details on the holographic model of "The Last Dragon" Albion, which is suspended above the round table, is like an anatomist examining a precious specimen.
"Is this... the complete form of 'The Last Dragon' Albion?" A uniquely magnetic voice rang out, belonging to Aozaki Touko, the disciple of the monarch who created Kobalye.
She pushed up her signature non-prescription glasses, the kind used to suppress the fluctuations of her demonic eyes, and her tone carried a hint of scholarly astonishment:
"From a structural mechanics perspective, it is truly... an awe-inspiring and oppressive presence."
However, behind those lenses known as the "Demon Eye Killer," her eyes, famous throughout the magic world, showed no fear, but instead burned with an almost greedy researcher's fervor.
That gaze was like that of a master puppeteer who had reached the pinnacle of skill, suddenly glimpsing the legendary prototype of the ultimate puppet, sculpted by the gods themselves and containing all the perfect structures in the world—
It is filled with an infinite desire to deconstruct its mysteries and grasp its principles.
This fervor did not arise out of thin air. Aozaki Touko had exchanged views with Matou Ike on an informal occasion regarding certain unusual Holy Grail War phenomena.
At that time, she developed a strong, technical curiosity about the dragon form that the Heroic Spirit named "Albion's Claw" mentioned in the intelligence ultimately manifested.
At this moment, witnessing firsthand this perfectly conceived monster, recreated through ritual, originating from the ancient past...
really……
She silently confirmed it in her heart.
Its exquisite structure, immense power, and pure existence... all reach the ultimate in theoretical aesthetics and power.
A cold, detached thought, belonging to a Grand Dollmaster, began to grow uncontrollably in her intricate mind—
If, in some way, this ancient dragon skeleton, already imbued with the concept of "activity," could be analyzed, disassembled, and reconstructed into material for an ultimate autonomous puppet that could be used...
The mere possibility itself was enough to send an almost overload of excitement through the core of her soul, which yearned for the creation of perfection.
El-Melloi II keenly sensed something from Aozaki Touko—
The almost tangible, analytical gaze cast upon Albion's projection.
The naked possessiveness and research fervor in those eyes—the "ultimate material" represented by the ancient dragon skeleton—sent a chill that was barely perceptible to him.
"Cough, cough."
He deliberately cleared his throat, and the low, slightly hoarse cough, like a pebble thrown into calm water, cut off the oppressive gaze and briefly drew the attention of those around the round table back to the meeting itself.
He then turned his attention to the initiator and moderator of this discussion—
The monarch of the plant family, Lily Dale.
His posture maintained the necessary courtesy, but his tone carried an undeniable force of argument:
“Your Excellency Lydia,” he said, his voice steady and clear, conveying his stance.
"Now that the new topic of the 'Albion Transformation Project' has been officially launched and has received the initial tacit approval of everyone present, we should immediately move into the substantive discussion phase, rather than wasting time on...observing the established facts."
Lily Dyer nodded slightly at El-Melloi II's proposal, and with an elegant flick of her finger, Albion's holographic model instantly decomposed and reassembled, with the core area highlighted.
"The core of the proposal is clear: using the remains of the 'Last Dragon' as a foundation, we will construct the 'Conceptual Armament - Anchor of Albion,' jointly held by the twelve monarchs. The technical approach has been preliminarily demonstrated as feasible by the joint deduction of the Botany and Creation Sciences. Now, we will proceed to the discussion before the substantive vote."
Before she could finish speaking, an aged yet undeniably authoritative voice rang out, belonging to the Third Discipline, Spirit Summoning Department, "Eulifess"—Rufreus Nazele Eulifes.
One of the oldest monarchs, his very existence is like that of a living fossil.
"Feasible? Hmph."
Rufreus Nazele Euryphus's pale fingers gripped the scepter tightly, its tip striking precisely on the shimmering ground.
It emitted a deep, penetrating echo, like striking a timpani to proclaim ancient authority.
"Albion's 'active' nature has not yet been fully understood; its chaotic state is far from being inanimate! To rashly attempt conceptual division and reconstruction..."
His cold voice carried an unquestionable authority.
"Its risk level is equivalent to forcibly performing a forbidden alchemy technique of the divine era inside an ancient behemoth that still shows signs of life!"