Magician in Type-Moon

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Whether it's the Philosopher's Stone in alchemy or the Nine-Turn Golden Elixir in Taoist alchemy, the final product can only take shape when multiple forces are in balance with each other.

At this moment, the three wills within the Great Noble God were at odds with each other, but it was precisely because of this confrontation that He did not collapse immediately. Instead, He began to operate like a blazing alchemical furnace.

The downside is that overly "stable" pills can be a real pain.

Matou Ike's lips curled up slightly, a mocking glint flashing in his eyes.

If we had to find an example to describe the current situation, the story of the Calabash Brothers would be the most fitting.

The snake demon, thinking her scheme had succeeded, captured all seven gourd brothers and imprisoned them in the alchemy furnace, attempting to refine the elixir of immortality she so desperately desired.

However, the result of the refining was not a elixir, but a troublesome and hopeless existence—the Calabash Little Vajra.

Now it depends on the alchemist's skills.

Should we continue adding auxiliary ingredients, or adjust the cooking time?

Matou Ike glanced at something flying towards him from somewhere and a smile appeared on his lips.

"Just when I was about to fall asleep, someone brought me a pillow. In that case, let's go and eat that guy up."

Matouchi gave the order, but actually Orochi would have done it anyway, because he was very hungry.

.........

Kiz gently put down the medicine bottle in his hand, and a pale green magical light appeared on his fingertips, falling on Ye Jie Zhu Yin's wounds. The previously rolled-up flesh slowly healed, emitting a reassuring and warm aura.

"Did you foresee this?" Ye Jie Zhu Yin's voice was hoarse, accompanied by slight panting. Her gaze was fixed with difficulty on the gray-haired man in front of her, her expression complex.

Kiz didn't answer immediately, but focused on completing the final healing incantation before putting away his tools. His gaze remained calm, yet carried a hint of helplessness and weariness.

"More or less," he said softly, his tone as calm as if he were talking about something insignificant. "After all, once you've looked into your son's eyes, it's hard not to see what he's thinking."

Zhu Yin was slightly startled upon hearing this, then shook her head with a wry smile:

"It's truly pathetic that his mother understands him less than an outsider."

"Don't be so pessimistic." Kiz waved his hand, his tone as relaxed as if he were talking about the weather. "Since Ye Jie Xue Xin gave up the ritual, does that mean I won this bet?"

Zhu Yin fell silent.

In this context, silence carries a different meaning.

She looked up at him, a self-deprecating smile playing on her lips:

"Yes, you won. That's undeniable."

The bet refers to the disciples of the Wandering Sea taking away the Night Robbery family's black cabinet—Akira.

If they succeed in taking it, Wandering Sea will be free to dispose of Akira as he sees fit.

If they fail, they can freely dispose of the disciples of the Wandering Sea.

"That's good. Then my disciples can begin their operation."

.........

In the boundless darkness.

Bai Ruolong touched her neck, and the bleeding stopped immediately.

Head up.

"The Great Ruler?"

Whisper the name of God.

He stared at a point in the air.

"Has the contract ended?"

Raise your hand.

There was nothing in front of me.

However, Bai Ruolong's eyes saw through what was hidden in the void.

"Then give me back my heart."

The magic is concentrated in the palm of your hand.

Purple lightning bolts traveled through a massless space.

Cracks crawled across the cursed dimensional surface, revealing things that should have been hidden multiple layers away.

It is still beating strongly.

It was overjoyed to welcome its owner.

What Ruolong grasped was his own heart.

Chapter 389 Dying Once (4k)

Fight! ...

At this moment, on Mount Kussakuro, the only will of the two opposing sides is to fight!

The serpent's lowered eyes reflected the firelight, enveloping Elgo's figure within them. The sound of its long tongue spitting out was like muffled thunder, carrying an irresistible pressure.

However, Elgo remained standing in the same spot, with six phantom hands appearing beside him, so agile as to seem like independent living beings.

Several transparent arms grew from his back, through his shirt. Incredible patterns appeared on the surface of the translucent material.

It looked like an arm made of thin blue glass.

It's practically no different from the mythical three-headed, six-armed creature.

“Miss Wuzhiqi, I have a question…” he began in a low voice, a hint of doubt in his tone, “How are we going to win this?”

Wuzhiqi stood beside Ergo, her brow slightly furrowed. Despite the dire situation, her expression remained unwavering, displaying a calm as if she were scrutinizing a chessboard.

"What do you think?" she asked casually, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye.

Elgo scratched his head, looking slightly bewildered, but he kept talking: "That guy swallowed a bunch of things he shouldn't have. The divine and demonic powers inside probably haven't fully merged yet, right?"

Wuzhiqi's eyes flashed, and he nodded slightly.

“So if we can break its balance… things will probably get even more chaotic, right?” Elgo said, his tone becoming more tentative. “Maybe it could even explode?”

“Theoretically speaking, there’s nothing wrong with it.” Wuzhiqi’s lips curled up slightly. “But the problem is, what do you plan to do? That thing is not only incredibly strong, but it also actively absorbs mysticism. Getting close to it is like jumping into a trap.”

Elgo paused for a moment, then looked up at the colossal object. His phantom hand moved gently, emitting a low, trembling sound. When he spoke, his voice was so low that only he could hear it: "I'm not sure... but I can try."

Wuzhiqi looked at him, as if he could see something deeper through his bewildered expression.

She suddenly smiled, a smile tinged with weariness and resolve: "Alright, little one, I'll listen to you."

Before he finished speaking, Wuzhiqi stretched out his arms, and chains burst forth, transforming into a torrent of water that aimed directly at the serpent's neck. At the same time, Elgo suddenly leaped up, and six phantom hands shot out, lunging straight at the serpent's face.

The giant serpent roared, its massive tail sweeping across and scattering the waters of Wuzhiqi.

However, in that split second, Elgo had already rushed to the top of the giant serpent's head. His six phantom hands transformed into the illusion of a vajra rod, which slammed heavily towards the giant serpent's brow.

“——————!!”

The giant serpent's voice was hoarse and terrifying, torn apart by the combined wills of three beings.

It suddenly raised its head, opened its blood-red maw, and tried to swallow Elgo whole.

However, Elgo's movements were faster than expected—with a wave of his phantom hand, the Vajra Rod transformed into a sky full of staff shadows, slamming heavily into the giant snake's fangs.

"It's a bit hard!" he muttered under his breath, dodging the snake's bite with a swift movement.

Wuzhiqi below was not idle.

Her chains coiled around the giant serpent from all sides, attempting to restrict its movements, while she manipulated the water to create a massive wave that swept across the sky, washing over the serpent's scales.

However, all of this was nothing more than an ant trying to shake a tree.

The giant serpent's tail lashed out again, sweeping away the water and chains with overwhelming force.

“Elgo! Listen—there’s a gap under the third scale on its left side!” she shouted, fixing her gaze on the scale.

"Received!" Elgo responded, his Phantom Hand quickly locking onto the target, his figure swooping down like a streak of light.

This time, he didn't test the waters again. Six phantom hands moved simultaneously, transforming into a dazzling golden arc of light that struck straight at the gap beneath the scales.

The giant serpent roared, its body twisting violently, causing the entire forest to tremble. However, Elgo's attack struck its target precisely, and with a muffled thud, the scale split open.

"It works!" Elgo exclaimed, but before he could continue, he was struck by a sweeping blow from the giant snake's tail and slammed hard to the ground.

Wuzhiqi's heart tightened, but he did not rush forward.

She took a deep breath, formed a hand seal, and chains swirled in the air, gradually condensing into a radiant column of water that shot straight towards the giant snake's wound.

"I've never failed in two thousand years! Don't disappoint me!" Her voice was filled with anger as the water jet suddenly pierced the giant snake's scales, stirring up a storm of blood and gore.

"This was really...exciting..." Elgo slowly stood up from the ground, a bitter smile on his lips.

At the same time, Matou Ike also noticed the turmoil in the center of the battlefield, and his brows furrowed slightly.

He is now multitasking, maintaining the delicate balance of the three wills within the serpent while closely monitoring external interference.

His fingers trembled slightly, as if he were playing some kind of invisible melody.

“It’s surprisingly stupid,” Matou Ike muttered. “Despite having an overwhelming advantage in terms of power, they can only squander it like a beast. Fighting on instinct alone will only make things worse.”

He shook his head, as if he felt a hint of disgust towards his failed attempt.

Immediately, his consciousness touched the core of the giant serpent, and once again injected a subtle power into the chaotic consciousness.

"Everything is ready, so we can speed things up a bit... But we can give them some time, after all, I'm not some kind of devil."

On the battlefield, the giant snake, which was preparing to launch another violent attack, suddenly stopped.

Its body twitched violently, and its previously chaotic wild power instantly condensed into a more refined form.

A scorching magical power, like a furnace being ignited, erupted from its body, like a sudden nebula collapsing, tearing the surrounding air with a sharp cracking sound.

The night sky changed.

At that moment, it seemed as if only one sound remained in the world, an incantation that burst forth from the throat of the great serpent, unrecognizable yet containing some primordial truth.

"——!!!"

The voice could not be heard clearly, yet its meaning was undeniably felt by all. It was the cry of the true name, a sacred phrase that transcended mortal language, symbolizing power and dominion.