Magician in Type-Moon

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"You are bound by the three great incantations of speech for seven days."

"From history, the guardian of Libra—!"

Darkness was dispelled by light.

A burst of intense light erupted.

It is not physical, but a vast magical power that can burn the spiritual senses.

Magic was thus woven together and shaped into the form of humankind.

"It wasn't a boundary recording tape after all? It's the real past..."

"Kiz said in a low voice."

A new human figure emerged from the inner side of the magic circle created by Quarte.

He was an elderly man with strong bones, white hair, and a neat white beard.

Far from appearing weak due to old age, he seemed to have his daily experiences etched into his very being.

His eyelids were closed, and he wore a black coat. The trench coat was designed with a starry pattern, and the way he wore it made it seem as if he could reflect the night sky into his clothes.

The mechanical bird perched on his shoulder.

His wrinkled hand suddenly rose up.

"Now, I am one with this Great Library of Alexandria."

Ptolemy spoke in a solemn voice.

"Will the future really develop like this...?"

This time, it was the mechanical bird on my shoulder that was speaking.

The two Ptolemys now seem to be in sync.

This is similar to the Atlas Institute's segmented way of thinking.

Followed by.

The management department shone brightly.

Through the transparent canopy, you can see the underwater scenery.

Large amounts of foam were bubbling up in the sea, but the amount was visibly decreasing.

This was the weakest point in Tsbia's life, and the most powerful point in Ptolemy's life.

A showdown between genuine and counterfeit.

The curtain is about to rise.

Chapter 426 An Unusual Showdown

Tsbia's body was forcibly stabilized under the influence of the Blood Moon's immortality, preventing it from continuing its downward spiral.

When the real Pharaoh Ptolemy emerged from the coffin, Tsbia sighed softly.

With a slightly relaxed smile, he raised his right hand and combed his dark blond hair.

It was as if he had returned to his state as the headmaster of the Atlas Academy before he became a Dead Apostle.

At that time, he was the world's most outstanding alchemist, the wisest magician, and the man standing at the pinnacle of the mystical world.

Almost simultaneously, he sensed that the authority over the Grand Library of Alexandria was being slowly stripped away.

He also saw Ptolemy, who was standing in front of him, raise his hands, and in his hands appeared the same books that he was holding.

"The gate of wisdom is open."

The dead apostles and heroic spirits facing off simultaneously shouted out this incantation.

"The King's Library Biblioteka·Basileus"

The thunder roared as it sped along.

An overwhelming torrent of destruction.

The moment the incantation was uttered, the ceiling of the hall cracked.

Countless colored crystal scrolls descended from the void, like a cascading galaxy, swirling around the two of them.

They represent the authority each person controls.

The battle between the wise men at this moment is to see who can completely decipher the knowledge left behind by all the alchemists of the Atlas Institute, which is engraved in the Great Library of Alexandria.

To gain the approval of the Alexandria Grand Library.

"Do you want to take away my power?"

Ptolemy's booming voice echoed powerfully along the road.

The king rebuked the magician for his overstepping of bounds based on his knowledge of the law.

This is the truth believed by a certain alchemist in the Age of Gods.

He believed that the world was destroyed because magicians were too greedy and interfered excessively in the mortal world.

Therefore, he wanted to create a law that could restrain the mysterious and perpetuate this world.

Ptolemy was the first to decipher the knowledge about that "law" and put it into practice.

"...Hate if you want. I'm used to being criticized as a usurper."

Tsbia's argument directly and frankly acknowledged this fact, and the result of the legal judgment was thus established.

The shadow of the blood moon was slowly becoming transparent, and the remaining aura completely surrounded Tsbia.

It looked as if they offered no resistance whatsoever.

then.

With a series of cracking sounds, pieces of broken crystal books surrounding Tsbia were suddenly thrown around, turning charred black and some even turning to ash.

Tsbia's expression twisted uncontrollably, a pain stemming from the loss of supreme authority.

Pharaoh Ptolemy gained the initial advantage.

Matou Ike, standing to the side, frowned almost imperceptibly.

Ptolemy's judgment was not wrong: prioritize interpreting what you are familiar with, and then seize the initiative.

only...

What exactly is Tsbia doing?

Although, through Matouchi's efforts, much of the share of the highest authority in the Alexandria Grand Library that belonged to him was indeed stripped away.

This meant that he had access to far less knowledge than Ptolemy did at that time.

But as the former head of the Atlas Institute, he shouldn't be unable to decipher even a single piece of "knowledge."

Did he not actually crack it...?

So where exactly was his high computing power used?

The moment Matouchi had a question, Tsbia gave his answer.

He read aloud softly:

"The Dark Six......"

A spell with no beginning or end.

However, Matouike was no stranger to it.

The Black Six... or perhaps it would be more appropriate to call it the Dark Six: The Throne.

This is the first item in the list of the twenty-seven dead disciples.

Could it be that the alchemists assigned by the Atlas Institute actually possess knowledge of such things?

This is top-tier intelligence even for the Dead Apostles.

It was only passed down among a small number of the twenty-seven patriarchs.

Even Matou Ike himself only knew that one name.

Even the Holy Church's understanding of that was about the same as Matouchi's.

At the same time, the same doubt arose in the mind of Ptolemy, who was interpreting other "knowledge".

Although he did not fully understand the alchemists who helped him build the Great Library of Alexandria.

However, it was still possible to confirm that none of those people had become vampires.

And immediately after.

In just two or three seconds, the crystal books revolving around Tsbia began to glow faintly red.

No one knows where this change came from or what its effect was.

But this very change plunged Ptolemy into despair.

The most difficult things to deal with are those that are hard to understand.

He began to speed things up, increasing his computing frequency and efficiency.

Because they already had an advantage.

He has access to far more knowledge than Tsbia.

Therefore, they can find the answers that are easier for them to solve more quickly.

Tsbia remained unmoved and made no move, but the red light emanating from the crystal books continued to deepen.

The resulting impact even made it more difficult for Matou Pond to continuously erode the blood moon's projection, thus making its process of reaching the "obscure" phase of the moon even more difficult.

Time is slowly moving forward.

Ptolemy resumed his actions.

The brilliance of knowledge accumulated within the crystals that constitute this great library was transformed into a devastating attack when absorbed by this servant.

"O one who inherits the ancient kin, I grant you knowledge of the passing of my treasure."