Magician in Type-Moon

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Although he did not achieve his ultimate goal, he still achieved enough results.

He has already extracted some fragments of the divine body.

Although the quantity was pitifully small.

However, if used up all at once, it would be enough to activate one power.

"return"

That was the authority of the fourth god who had not been devoured by Elgo.

They were also the gods who prevented the Elgo experiments from expanding further.

Return what came from outside.

This is the method that Cipher, who died three years ago, determined.

Whether it is the will of the ancestors of Kurdris or the ancestral curse of the Wallachia Night, for Latio and Rogge, although they have become one with their souls, they will ultimately be considered foreign things.

As long as it's returned.

Regardless of any nonsense about ancestral wisdom, the original blood ring of the Dead Apostles, or even the Atlas Institute's requirement for all alchemists to "avoid the destruction of the world."

Send them all back home.

Human beings should not be disturbed by other consciousness or destiny.

That's what Cipher was thinking.

The alchemists at the Atlas Institute were exhausted.

Even time must be divided into countless parts for use.

That's not enough.

They even developed two bizarre things called "segmented thinking" and "high-speed thinking".

Rest seems like a sin.

Something spilled from his chest and rolled onto the crystal floor.

That became the core of the Tangrei... Cypher's arm bone and the skull used to create the Tangrei.

This tragic family dispute seems to have come to an end.

Unable to move, Latio clung tightly to the two bones.

“Tangrey…”

Latio's hands were trembling.

Those pale fingers touched Tangrey's cheek.

It was also scorching hot there. With a "snap," his fingertip was burned, but Latio now seemed to have lost the ability to feel anything.

"Don't make that face... It's just that a familiar has disappeared..."

The giant laughed.

"Goodnight... Sister... Say hello to Father..."

"Why? Latio has been thinking about what he should do to avoid destruction. Even with your death, Latio just watched silently without any regret."

She whispered as she crawled on the crystal floor.

"But why is Latio like this... it feels like his heart is about to burst?"

"Your essence is Latio."

Meastia smiled wryly from the side.

"Kurdris's knowledge may corrupt you, but your essence will not change. Kurdris's focus is ultimately on doctrines and ideals. The essence of you will still be to grieve for the loss of your brother."

Meastia stared at Latio's expression for a while before speaking.

“Sefer… had grown tired of the Atlas Academy’s subjects long ago, but as a talented individual of Kurdris, once he gave it up, the pressure would be distributed to his family, namely you.”

As he spoke, he walked over to Latio's side.

"As successors of Kurdris, Kurdris's research is like an ancestral curse, forcing you to keep moving in that direction. This is something he doesn't want to see, so he always wants to be at the forefront, even going so far as to explore various ruins with me, the monarch of the Clock Tower."

Then Meastia sighed.

"He just didn't expect that his sister and father would still be gradually moving closer to this goal under the research at the Atlas Institute. So, after calculating his future after death, he entrusted that thing to me in advance to prevent this from happening now. Although it's a bit late, I still need to convey his message to me—"

"—'Take a nap, sister.'"

The words, as if imbued with magic, caused Latio to close his eyes irresistibly after they were conveyed.

I drifted into a long-awaited deep sleep.

It's amazing.

This family dispute began over the inheritance left by Kurdris.

The owner of the Great Library of Alexandria, Pharaoh Ptolemy, was also embroiled in the Macedonian succession war after the death of Alexander the Great.

It's like a microcosm, making one feel somewhat sad.

"I'm sorry, but it's all over now. It seems that the preparations made by your Master are of no use. When it comes time to reap the rewards, I'll take the lion's share."

Meastia stood up from beside the sleeping Latio, her gaze sweeping over the unconscious Rogue, and finally walked to Medea's side, saying some shameless things in a familiar manner.

Medea just rolled her eyes at him, then looked in the direction of Matou Pond.

There, Matou Ike was directing the alchemist Quart from the Atlas Institute to do something on the ground.

The crystals there are constantly deteriorating.

Whether heated or melted, the altered crystal was recast through Quarter's skin and transformed into something entirely new.

It's like a computer with a flat surface.

At the center of the newly created graphic stands a mechanical bird.

Medea then withdrew her gaze and turned to look at Medusa, who was still beside her, rambling on about her intelligence, saying things like, "My disguise was pretty good, wasn't it? I did this and that... and then that and that... blah blah blah."

His behavior, simply put, was an attempt to "claim credit".

While such behavior is highly unusual for a clock tower monarch, considering his personality, perhaps...

At that moment, a sharp blade suddenly appeared in Medea's hand. The back of the blade read "All Marks Will Be Broken" and "All Flaws Will Be Repaired".

With a "whoosh" sound.

Medea neatly chopped off Measia's left hand.

At the same time, the healing power of "repairing all flaws" began to repair Mayastia's left hand at the cut surface.

The severed hand that had fallen was kicked by Medea with a 360-degree spinning kick and sent flying towards Matou Pond.

"Aaaaaah, what are you doing? I just wanted to discuss the fragments of Zeus with you. It might be a bit long-winded, but you don't have to cut off my hand, do you?"

Meastia covered his left hand and hurriedly stepped back. When he tried to check the condition of his left hand, he found that it was completely unharmed.

No, something seems to be missing...

Medea slowly said:

"Alright, let's retreat to a safe position. What happens next is beyond the reach of modern magicians like you."

Upon hearing this, Meastia nodded thoughtfully, but his assistant Tica asked a question.

"What did you say? Wasn't the matter already resolved? That..."

But he stopped halfway through his sentence.

Because Rogge, who should have fallen into a coma and returned to normal due to the power of "return," was now constantly emitting black smoke from his body.

"how come?"

"That power can indeed resolve the heterogeneous personalities caused by heterogeneous doctrines, ideas, and memories, but this is limited to Latio and Rogge themselves."

At that moment, Tongchi's voice came from afar, revealing the truth:

"The wisdom of Kurdris in Latio will indeed be erased by this conceptual 'power,' but the guy in Rogge is different. Compared to the erosion of consciousness or soul, the thirteenth of the twenty-seventh ancestors is a combination of concept and entity."

In simple terms, that thing's true form is right here; simply 'returning' it isn't enough to erase a Blood Ring of the same quality.

That's why Matou Ike didn't rashly try to kill Rogue.

Even with the suppression of the Great Library of Alexandria, Matou Ike could still forcefully defeat a "mortal" magician if he mobilized all his power.

But such actions cannot solve the real problem.

Matouchi's target was never Rogge, but rather the Twenty-Seven Ancestors known as "Waracia Night".

Meastia frowned, looking troubled like a—

A 35-year-old married man with two children, burdened with hundreds of thousands of yuan in mortgage payments and tens of thousands of yuan in car loans, was suddenly forced to resign from his company under the absurd pretext of "cost reduction and efficiency improvement".

The good news is that a leader valued him highly and protected him.

But wanting to surprise his wife and children by going home early, he found a pair of exquisite, high-end, and very familiar men's leather shoes at his doorstep—shoes that didn't belong to him.

While it may not have reached that level yet, it's pretty close.

"Damn it, how could I not have thought of something so simple!" Even though the middle-aged man understood everything, all he could do was complain.

Matou Ike knew the reason for this; it was simply something he and Shion had deduced not long ago.

—"Tataly"

This kind of "vague" concept always makes people subconsciously overlook some important things, and even Matou Ike himself almost fell into this trap.

But Matouike was too lazy to explain again.

"Alright, Lord of the Clock Tower, stop complaining. Leave the second battle to me."

Chapter 418 First Strike 4k

The substances that were emanating from Rogge, who was already in a coma, gradually coalesced into a tangible form.

And it gradually became entangled with the security key that controlled the Great Library of Alexandria, namely the heart of Pharaoh Ptolemy.

Something began to come alive.