Magician in Type-Moon

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Staying true to the fundamentals of magic and firmly upholding the history and path of his own lineage, Lord Baron is now treading the "righteous path" accumulated by the Izeruma family over generations.

"...Since you already understand,"

One of the attackers, who appeared to be the leader, spoke mockingly, rain streaming down his twisted smile.

His attitude was extremely arrogant, as if to say that at this point there was no need to mention their demands anymore, as the other party should already know what they were asking for.

however--

A fearless, even somewhat cruel, smile also appeared on the gentleman's face.

“However,” his voice suddenly turned cold, the metal end of his cane gently touching the wet ground.

"If you think that this celestial assistance will make Izeruma appear weak and helpless, allowing him to be slaughtered... then you are sorely mistaken."

Before he finished speaking——

In an instant, the space around Bai Longqing distorted slightly, and countless crystal-clear spheres of varying sizes appeared.

They appear to be made of the purest crystals and light, floating lightly.

Occasionally, faint sunlight or the reflection of distant thunderstorms would struggle to filter through the gaps in the leaves, and when it touched the surface of these spheres, it would refract a dreamlike rainbow of colors, instantly evoking people's pure childhood longing for beautiful soap bubbles.

However, reality is far from so harmonious and romantic.

These "soap bubbles," imbued with the immense magic of Byron, immediately began to move in a way that completely defied the laws of physics.

Ignoring the howling winds, the pounding rain, and the natural flow of air, they drifted along an extremely unnatural trajectory, carrying a clear malice, spreading out rapidly and precisely to form a constantly shrinking encirclement, trapping the magicians within.

The thin film formed by the seemingly fragile "soapy water" kept shaking and rotating, eerily reflecting the distorted and elongated figures of the attackers who remained highly vigilant but inevitably showed a hint of panic.

The attackers stared silently at the soap bubbles.

No one dared to recklessly try to pop the soap bubble.

Everyone possesses the minimum qualities required to be a magician.

However, countless soap bubbles slowly shrank the encirclement, gradually blocking their escape route.

Chapter 691 Gariasta (4k)

"What do you all think of Izeruma's 'Rainbow Wall'?"

What Bai Longqing murmured was not simply the name of a spell, but more like the recitation of the true name of a work of art, a declaration with a hint of arrogance.

*Snap!* A crisp yet chilling cracking sound rang out.

A soap bubble burst open without warning.

No monsters or physical creatures as expected burst out of its interior—at least, that's how it appeared to the naked eye.

However, the closest attackers seemed to have been struck in vital areas by invisible poison needles, instantly letting out painful groans, clutching their throats, staggering and collapsing to the ground as if their breath had been suddenly taken away.

"—Ugh! Byron! You...!"

The enraged raider leader roared, recklessly channeling his magic.

In an instant, a large number of violent bluish-white lightning bolts burst forth from his hands, like twisting electric snakes, tearing through the rain curtain and striking directly at Bailongqing!

The soap bubbles that gathered around Bai Longqing's body reacted immediately. They spun and overlapped rapidly, their crystalline membranes refracting brilliant yet resilient iridescent light as they attempted to build a defense.

These bubbles did indeed block most of the direct lightning strikes, emitting a sizzling sound and continuously evaporating water vapor.

However, the opponent's furious attack was more powerful than expected, and about 30% of the violent lightning still managed to penetrate the gaps in the rainbow barrier!

"Ugh—!"

Bai Longqing let out a suppressed groan of pain as a scorching bolt of lightning exploded on his shoulder, leaving a charred wound.

The immense impact forced the burly gentleman to kneel on one knee, his cane sinking deep into the mud.

"Ha! In the end, he's just a fallen alchemist who only knows how to hole up in the countryside and tinker with his collection!"

Upon seeing this, the leader of the attackers let out a contemptuous sneer.

Worse still, those attackers who had fallen earlier due to the bizarre attack were now slowly recovering with the help of their comrades or some kind of healing spell.

Together with their enraged leader, they quickly began weaving new spells that were more complex and powerful, magical energy gathering in the air and radiating an ominous glow.

Bai Longqing gritted his teeth, a sharp pain shooting through his burned shoulder, but his hand pressing on the wound did not tremble.

He slammed his sturdy cane down heavily once more, and more magic was forcibly drawn out and poured in like an underground spring.

In an instant, soap bubbles multiplied and shone even brighter, emerging from his body.

They no longer drifted aimlessly, but instead, as if they possessed a life of their own, rapidly constructing a constantly flowing, translucent spherical fortress in front of them, refracting countless rainbows.

He stood firmly between himself and the attackers.

Considering he was also a member of the Creation Department, this battle was not only a clash of strength, but also a test of how exquisitely and resiliently the defensive art "created" by Bailongqing could withstand the storm of attackers' onslaught.

.........

— Matouchi and Arcueid leaned leisurely against the gnarled roots of a huge ancient tree nearby.

They are cleverly using the dense canopy of trees to avoid the sudden downpour.

Because the lands managed by magicians are mostly rich in spiritual energy and deliberately avoided from bustling urban areas, their surrounding environments often retain a pristine and vibrant landscape.

Lush, dense forests have become almost a standard feature.

These towering ancient trees may have long been bathed in the blessings of the escaping spiritual veins. Although they appear to be extremely old, with gnarled and twisted branches, they still unusually grow lush and verdant green leaves, making a rustling, vibrant sound as they are washed by torrential rain.

The two had been silently watching the magic duel taking place in the clearing in the distant woods for an unknown amount of time.

The thunder showed no signs of abating; on the contrary, it grew increasingly dense and violent, as if the sky were continuously cracking open.

Thick, dark clouds, like spilled ink, completely enveloped the land of Izeluma, their speed and momentum of spread resembling a stubborn pursuit of the setting sun, which had already disappeared below the horizon and was now only a few rays of its afterglow remaining.

This scene inevitably brings to mind anecdotes from mythology—

Orion, the giant killed by the scorpion, even after his death and transformation into a constellation, still flees in terror across the endless starry sky, trying his best to escape the pursuit of his nemesis, the constellation Scorpio.

Arcueid suddenly spoke, breaking the continuous roar of the rain.

She turned to Matou Ike, whose sharp, eagle-like eyes were intently watching the battle unfold on the other side of the rain.

"...Shouldn't we just ignore them?" Her voice was clear, carrying a hint of pure doubt, as if confirming some kind of rule of the game.

"……Um,"

Matou Ike's gaze did not move; he merely shrugged slightly, his movements appearing relaxed and detached, creating a subtle contrast with his focused eyes.

"Both sides still have many cards to play, and it's far from time to go all out. Why should we rush into the eye of the storm?"

His words rose and fell with the eerie, iridescent bubbles that danced in the rain in the distance, reflecting lightning.

"However, among those attackers, there was also a rather 'interesting' magician." Matou Ike's lips curled into an enigmatic smile, as if he had discovered a rare specimen.

"...Interesting?" Arcueid blinked, intrigued by the assessment.

“Hmm, Atram Gariasta.” When Matou Ike uttered this name, his tone naturally carried an exotic air.

"Because of certain things in the past, I have done some research on him and his family."

The name itself seems to carry a completely different flavor of local culture—

Dry, scorching yellow sand, scorching air that could burn the skin, and thick, gleaming, crescent-shaped swords—

Such exotic imagery seems to come rushing out with the name.

Seeing that Arcueid still looked completely bewildered and had no idea what the name meant, Matou Ike continued to explain:

"That is a lineage of magicians who inherited ancient Middle Eastern blood."

Because they only joined the Clock Tower in recent generations due to their immense wealth, and because half of the magic systems they use have ventured into the realm of ancient sorcery, which is considered 'heretical,' the 'treatment' they receive within the Clock Tower is far less than their actual 'strength' and 'resources'.

However, precisely because of this, they are quite troublesome.

His tone carried a hint of caution.

"It is rumored that they conquered several neighboring magic organizations and even gained considerable oil extraction rights in their place of origin by relying on that special and powerful magic."

Their wealth and power in 'surface society' are among the best, even within the Clock Tower...

Crucially, the Gariasta family had once competed with the Izeruma family to the very last moment at a highly important auction for a "cursed body."

“Oh,” Arcueid sighed knowingly, interjecting, “The auction where Izeluma ultimately bought that ‘treasure’ cursed body?” Then, as if suddenly realizing a possibility, her golden eyes widened slightly, and she spoke again:

"So, were it those people from Gariasta who killed the Golden Princess in order to seize the treasure?"

This questioning is not unfounded; it has a clear logical basis.

— "Actually, I have a 'cursed object' that I want to get my hands on no matter what."

Mick Grazie

That suspicious man who introduced himself in an almost absurd way, claiming to be a "spy." By the way, I haven't seen him since this morning.

At this crucial moment when the Gariasta family launched their attack, what exactly did he do?

If his abrupt "confession" was true, he might very well have been sent by the Gariasta family—

.........

Meo and Islo were deep inside the Tower of the Moon, their tightly closed doors isolating them from the fierce battles and attacks outside.

They followed Bai Longqing's instructions and did not participate in the battle, but instead took refuge in the shared temporary workshop.

In stark contrast to the Izeruma family's traditional workshop, located on the highest floor of the tower and drawing upon the essence of the sun and moon, this temporary workshop was built deep underground.

This arrangement stems not only from magical considerations—to avoid the different magical properties of the two individuals and the ways in which they draw energy from the Mana mixing and interfering with each other—

On a deeper level, it also implies a strict distinction between the Izeruma family and the outside helpers.

Of course, just like the Clock Tower's structure where most of its important workshops are located underground, underground workshops have the significant advantage of being able to reliably draw on the earth's ley line magic.

However, the core spells built by the Izeruma family over generations are more inclined to absorb magic power from the movement of the high-hanging stars, which is a completely different path from the earth's pulse.

"........."

The two sat silently on chairs not far apart, the air thick with the scent of herbs, old parchment, and a lingering sense of oppression.

Inside the workshop, surrounded by stone walls, besides the iconic philosopher's egg, a still gleaming with a faint light, and other basic alchemical tools, there were also items scattered around that were prepared specifically for them:

The various medicine boats, grinding mortars, and glass jars filled with exotic herbs used by the apothecary Maio; the ancient spindles, scrolls wrapped with special silk threads, and even a small but ingeniously constructed hand loom brought by the weaver Islo.