Magician in Type-Moon

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The Gariastar family has always been deeply involved in mineral and cost magic, and the Primal Battery, a form of energy that can store, convert, and release specific energy, is an excellent platform for them.

As expected, they successfully integrated it with their own magic system, achieving a technology that adds and fuses their own magic power into electricity.

By manipulating this "power" that was revered as divine might or divine cry in many regions in ancient times, the Gariasta family has enjoyed astonishing prosperity and development.

Of course, the large-scale surgical procedures that can influence the weather today are an extension of this technology.

“Gush Out.”

With Atram's seemingly casual yet magical command, the primitive battery in his palm suddenly burst forth with a dazzling light.

It was not a simple electric arc; the immense power instantly twisted and condensed, transforming into a giant hand composed entirely of violent electric light, its five fingers spread wide.

With a whistling sound that tore through the air and a destructive pressure, it suddenly grabbed towards Bailongqing!

The giant hand, with the force of tearing through the air and a speed exceeding the limits of visual perception, swung down towards Bai Longqing's head.

Bai Longqing did not retreat. The crystal embedded at the top of the ancient-looking staff in his hand suddenly lit up. It was not reflecting external light, but rather a refracted ray of light, condensed to its extreme and containing high heat and magic, bursting out from within, precisely meeting the giant lightning hand.

Neither of them are simply physical phenomena, but rather manifestations of magical techniques imbued with profound power.

The violent torrent of lightning and the intense heat and precision of spectral rays—though their forms of expression are vastly different, as long as they are activated as "mystery," they cannot violate the most fundamental principle of the magic world.

In other words, the older, more powerful, and purer "mystery" will overwhelm the relatively weaker party.

boom--!

At the moment of collision, there was no deafening explosion, but instead countless magical sparks that distorted space and could not be directly observed by the naked eye.

Two energies of vastly different nature clashed violently, transforming into an invisible vortex that repelled the surrounding raindrops and stirred the airflow. Finally, with a muffled tearing sound, they shattered together and dissipated into the torrential rain.

Was the outcome of this confrontation a draw?

If we only consider the pure destructive power released in an instant, Atram's lightning, which is imbued with the power of the Primal Battery, is undoubtedly superior.

However, once the intense energy turbulence was quickly washed away by the wind and rain, and the dust settled, the burly man, a gentleman—

Bai Longqing merely leaned on his cane, coughed lightly, and brushed away the rain and burn marks that had been shaken off his shoulders; his figure remained as steady as a rock.

"very impressive."

The evaluation came slowly from his tightly clenched pipe lips, carrying a condescending, scrutinizing tone.

"As far as the technique itself is concerned, its completeness and sophistication as a 'magic' can only be considered second-rate. However—"

He changed the subject, his gaze sharply fixed on Atram, "In the practical realm of 'the magician's battle,' the ability to wield power so directly and efficiently is truly a first-rate technique."

"Oh? You call me second-rate... Heh, even you, Bai Longqing, dare to make such outrageous remarks."

Atram's lips twisted cruelly, an expression of anger and humiliation that came from being touched on a sore spot.

Faced with a voice now laced with raw murderous intent, Byron stood firm, the smoke rising from his pipe seemingly condensing slightly as he continued in that analytical, specimen-like calm tone:

"Don't you know perfectly well in your heart that your magic has indeed undergone extremely rigorous training and is a highly accomplished 'work' as a 'tool' specifically designed to hurt people and fight and kill others? However, it ultimately deviates from the essential pursuit of a 'magician'."

Bai Longqing even let out a barely audible hum, carrying a subtle sense of superiority that belonged to his ancient family lineage.

"Because if you are only fixated on this... you can't be considered a 'magician,' you're just a 'magician' at best."

"…………Ugh!"

These words, like a sharp needle, instantly pierced Atram's most cherished dignity. This wasn't merely a denial of his strength, but a fundamental denial of his very existence.

Atram's eyes widened in fury, his pupils seemingly burning with lightning.

He held nothing back, frantically refining and gathering magic power several times greater than before, while simultaneously activating the magic inscription inherited from his family, pouring this terrifying power into the Primal Battery Spell in his palm.

The Gariasta family bought not only the spell itself, but also the "technology" to maximize its effectiveness, which is now being transformed into devastating lightning with maximum efficiency.

What they formed was no longer a simple giant hand or electric snake.

Its power is like that of a dragon awakened from ancient mythology, made of pure thunder!

The blinding lightning twisted and expanded, emitting a deafening roar. Everyone present, even the seasoned attackers, involuntarily experienced the same hallucination—

It was as if a monster with its gaping maw and fangs made of lightning was about to devour everything in front of it.

When the colossal dragon formed from lightning, now with no way to retreat and possessing the power to annihilate everything, was about to engulf the place where Bailongqing was—

Bai Longqing's figure vanished into thin air at the critical moment.

Can anyone see it clearly?

He didn't dodge using illusions or spatial teleportation, but rather leaped backward at a speed far exceeding the limits of human dynamic vision, leaving behind a slowly dissipating afterimage.

This bizarre scene caused even the most experienced magicians around to groan in disbelief.

Anyone with a discerning eye can clearly tell that it is absolutely impossible for it to be a power that only Bai Longqing's physical body could achieve.

It was as if an invisible force was binding him at the critical moment, helping him to move along this illogical and inhuman trajectory.

Atram, the leader of the attackers, saw this unexpected scene and his pupils suddenly contracted.

The expression on his face, a mixture of mockery and anger, froze instantly, replaced by a hint of surprise and doubt.

Clearly, this familiar method of movement, aided by external force, instantly sparked a thought in his mind about a certain possibility or existence.

However, this moment of hesitation lasted only a moment. He quickly calmed his turbulent emotions and put his arrogant mask of complete control back on.

"Hmph, a desperate struggle." He snorted coldly, turning his gaze away from the direction where Bai Longqing had disappeared, and instead sweeping it over his men who were standing ready behind him, before waving his arm.

"Never mind him! Keep moving forward and infiltrate the tower! The target... is that 'treasure'!"

Chapter 694 The Other Side (4k)

On the other side of the border of the territory of Izeluma, exactly in the opposite direction of the attackers' advance.

The raging winds and torrential rains ravaged the once undulating grassland, turning it into a dark green, turbulent ocean.

A narrow road, almost completely submerged in weeds, appears and disappears amidst the undulating waves of grass, as if it might be swallowed up by this raging tide of nature at any moment.

This secluded path, which no one except magicians associated with Izeruma would enter, exists in a way that is like magic itself, maintaining a fragile balance between constant "disappearance" and "appearance."

At this moment, at the end of this road that almost blends into the mud and darkness, a huge and silent shadow emerges.

It was an old-fashioned horse-drawn carriage, quietly parked in the wind and rain, like a lurking beast.

Heavy curtains hung down, separating the inside from the outside.

In front of the open car door, a burly man, who looked like an attendant or guard, was struggling to hold a huge black umbrella over an old woman, trying to shield her from the pouring rain.

Just as the old woman was about to step onto the carriage footboard, ready to leave this place of trouble forever—

"--stop."

a voice sounded.

The sound was as clear and melodious as a silver bell, yet it possessed an undeniable penetrating power, clearly cutting through the noise of the wind and rain, and accurately reaching the old woman's ears.

On that undulating grassland, ravaged by wind and rain and seemingly transformed into a raging ocean, the woman's presence was so transcendent that the word "beauty" itself seemed pale and powerless.

Although the desolate grassland battered by wind and rain is hardly a pleasing sight, the mere fact that this woman stands there quietly is enough to create a stunning picture that will be forever imprinted in the minds of observers.

However, the "supreme beauty" of a lifetime is defined so abruptly at this moment. For the observer who witnesses this scene, is it an unparalleled happiness or a cruel shackle?

Finally, the old woman, whose foot was already on the carriage pedal, slowly turned her head back.

She is none other than Lady Baluyeleta.

The clock tower monarch whose real name is Inole Balueletta Atolohom.

"Oh my? Isn't this Princess Silver?"

The old woman turned around, her face instantly filled with a seemingly kind but unfathomable smile, as if she was not at all surprised by this sudden interception.

Rainwater streamed down the edge of the umbrella, splashing tiny droplets at her feet.

For the Silver Princess Estella, and her maid Regina, appeared silently behind the road, like phantoms conjured from the rain and night.

"What brings you to this old woman like me?" Inole asked casually, as if she were just exchanging pleasantries with an acquaintance she had bumped into on the street.

"Also, you seemed to use rather...peculiar wording with me just now. Am I getting old and my hearing is deteriorating?"

"I said, stop right there."

Princess Silver ignored the pretentious question and calmly repeated the initial command in her clear, cold, and emotionless voice.

The sound wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable, absolute power, piercing through the wind and rain, and resonating clearly in everyone's ears.

Whoosh~ Inola let out a light whistle as if she had heard something interesting, a mysterious smile playing on her lips.

"The way you used a commanding tone towards me was quite... surprising."

She deliberately drew out her words, her gaze sweeping over the Silver Princess's expressionless face.

"Although I personally think that most of those formalities are unimportant, I don't recall ever teaching you to enjoy causing unnecessary friction in 'society'."

Her words carried a condescending mockery, as if she were correcting an ignorant child.

"It was you... who killed the Golden Princess, wasn't it?"

Princess Silver made no attempt to beat around the bush and immediately went straight to the core and most brutal accusation.

Her attitude indicated that there was no need for any beating around the bush at this moment; she chose the most direct path to ask this fatal question.

Standing behind her, the maid Regina followed her mistress's words with her gaze, her silent posture seemingly saying that this silent gaze was all the support she could give her mistress at this moment.

"Oh?"

Inole widened his eyes perfectly, his face displaying a mixture of surprise and amusement, a flawless performance.

"I see, so that's the trick they're using? Interesting."

She nodded as if suddenly realizing something, then sighed with feigned helplessness.

"Sigh~ Is that so? If we follow this logic, then my insistence on being present to 'witness' the Golden Princess's autopsy would become quite suspicious. That was originally a little 'goodwill' I showed towards the branch family, but according to your thinking, you probably think I was trying to take the opportunity to destroy some evidence."

“—Mick, you’ve been helping her from the very beginning, haven’t you?”

The Silver Princess's gaze passed over Inola and landed on the man who appeared to be her attendant beside her. Her tone was firm and left no room for doubt.

"No, no, no, this is a huge misunderstanding."

The man named was none other than Mick Gragillier, who had claimed to be a spy in front of Matou Pond.

He scratched his head, feigning helplessness, a familiar, slightly frivolous smile on his face. He stood beside Inolai, shamelessly adopting the posture of a loyal follower.