Magician in Type-Moon

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Both powers are invoked simultaneously, but only in a weak state, without being infused with a large amount of magic, thus avoiding drastic changes to the external rules.

However, these worms began to undergo further mutations.

They detached from the ground, flew into the air, and transformed into a dark mass of shadows that blocked out the light, sweeping away like a locust plague.

The dust churned and surged amidst the swarming flies and worms, becoming even more chaotic. And it was within this chaos that Matouchi's plan began to show its effects.

The Matou family's magical attribute is water, and their special ability is absorption. When this attribute is combined with the power of "hunger," new power is bestowed upon these worms.

As if possessing a greedy instinct, the flies hovered in the sky, swarming towards the guardians, burrowing into their bodies and beginning to tear at their soft internal tissues.

However, their appetite extends far beyond that—the crystal dust floating in the air is also considered prey by them.

They gnaw, devour, and even compress their own volume to accommodate more dust. Their originally light bodies gradually become heavy and transparent, with a faint light flickering inside them, like tiny gems floating in the air.

Seeing this, Roger followed.

He began to pull bone spears out of his body one after another, piercing through with a powerful gust of wind.

Its sharpness alone rivals that of a Noble Phantasm.

Under the relentless onslaught, his body began to shrivel, yet it kept swelling up again.

From a physical point of view, flesh without bones would appear to droop.

It's likely that new bones will form very soon.

If Giuseppe and Quarte's Istario family are skin-makers, then Latio and Rogge's Curdris family are bone-makers.

However, this approach would likely result in significant losses, and even...

The others weren't just standing by and watching; they were helping Medea set up the barrier.

Although Medea might not need their help.

Of course, Medea wouldn't say that out loud. Having lived with Matou Ike for so long, she was quite adept at dealing with people.

And on the other side.

A beautiful performance began.

It was the sound of vibrations coming from Latio's exoskeleton.

It is a technique that uses beautiful sounds to decipher codes.

“I see… The fourth one is not the god that Elgo devoured.”

Chapter 406 Unexpected Changes (4k)

I heard Latio talking to himself.

"It was the god who...stopped this experiment..."

Matou Ike's attention was diverted.

What did Latio just say?

"The gods beyond the three pillars?"

A beautiful melody spread out with the slight movement of the fingers.

"At that time, several gods were prepared in order for Elgo to devour them. But... this fourth one has a special significance..."

She seemed to have completely lost herself in the moment.

Every finger, every thought process, every burst of high-speed thinking was devoted to the analysis of the mural.

"For the sake of restoring the gods to their original state."

Matou Ike listened while keeping an eye on the constantly shifting guards.

It seems that as they cracked the code to a certain extent, they became increasingly impatient.

These aliens' movements became noticeably more violent, and their metallic shells emitted a sharp, screeching sound as they writhed, as if warning something.

Matouchi narrowed his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the alien guardians and landing between the murals on the wall and the crystal forest beneath his feet.

"Looks like they can't hold back any longer."

The guardians, who resembled rhinoceroses and bulls with horns, launched a joint attack on Latio.

Along with them came only the remaining crystal powder.

Not only that, strange noises kept coming out.

creak.

An annoying sound.

creak, creak.

The sounds became more frequent.

The sound emanated from the bodies of the Watchers, which were made of an unknown metal.

creak, creak.

If it's detonated directly...

Matou Ike rejected this option the instant the thought crossed his mind.

The Great Library of Alexandria is a city in the sea.

If we use our powers recklessly here, not only the guardians, but our own side will be washed away by the sea.

No, what would happen if seawater actually flooded in?

Meanwhile, Latio continued talking to himself.

"Splitting Thinking Number Three: Allows for high-speed thinking overload diversion assistance. Number Four: No retreat allowed. Numbers Two and Five provide assistance."

It doesn't seem to be the person's own consciousness.

Perhaps it's through language that the lack of shared understanding in fragmented thinking is avoided.

Or perhaps it's because the Atlas Institute conducted language training in this way in order to work with others.

The playing grew louder and louder, and cracks began to appear on the handguards.

A streak of bright red blood flowed from Latio's eyes.

It is blood and tears.

Due to the rupture of capillaries, fresh blood gushed out.

The tone starts to go astray from the high register.

The previously elegant performance suddenly turned into unpleasant dissonant intervals.

"Seriously, is it really necessary to work this hard?" Matou Ike muttered.

He then looked at the already battered and bruised Rogge; this kind of battle, where one couldn't fight freely, was indeed exhausting.

"The barrier is complete!"

At that moment, Medea's voice echoed clearly in the room.

Is that so?

So...

"Very good—Rogge, retreat!" Matou Ike quickly issued the command.

"Received!" Rogge withdrew without hesitation, while also using his bone spear to block several guardians who were trying to pursue him.

At the same time, the worms that were devouring the remaining powder suddenly changed direction, as if summoned by some force, and surged toward the remaining alien guardians.

At this moment, although the dust in the air has not been completely cleared, it has been reduced to less than 30%.

While it may not reach the ideal level, it is still possible to limit its power to a certain extent.

Worms filled with flammable and explosive crystal dust are like burning countdown bombs, constantly turning their prey into potential fuses.

Once the critical point is reached, it will be the moment of destruction.

"boom!"

Flames shot into the sky, filling the entire space with dazzling light and deafening explosions.

However, this was no ordinary flame.

What was burning was not simply flammable material, but a strange, eerie blue flame.

It seemed to have come from another world; the temperature was so high it was suffocating, yet it exuded an unusually cold aura.

The guardian's body twisted and cracked, emitting a piercing wail.

However, the situation that followed was not optimistic, and it was the scenario that Matouike was most worried about.

The outer wall separating it from the sea has been breached.

Although Matou Ike used the Distorted Mystic Eyes at the last moment to compress the remaining crystal dust to the limit and avoid a cascading explosion, the energy at that moment still exceeded expectations.

A narrow gap was blasted into the third floor of the library, and fragments of metal and stone flew in all directions.

Although the seawater did not rush in immediately, the oppressive feeling had already spread—the imbalance of internal and external pressure caused air and residual energy to surge violently toward the breach, emitting a sharp and piercing whistling sound.

"This is troublesome." Medea glanced at the crack, her expression becoming slightly more serious.

“It’s only a matter of time before seawater floods in,” Meastia said in a low voice, her tone calm but unable to hide her worry. “Once the pressure is completely unbalanced, the external ocean pressure will instantly destroy this structure.”

Nevertheless, he managed to contain the final explosion within a certain range. The gap, though terrifying, was not yet at the point of immediate collapse, giving them a glimmer of hope for averting the disaster.

But just as everyone breathed a sigh of relief, a phantom image appeared in the center of the room.

Holographic images.

This is the data Latio found in the room; clearly, the decryption work has made a breakthrough. Images float, projecting many complex symbols and patterns, seemingly depicting the core of some kind of experiment.

However, before Matouike could take a closer look, a chilling sensation crept up his ankle—seawater had quietly seeped in.

"We can't delay any longer." His brow furrowed slightly as he glanced at the gap.

The next moment, he raised his hand and whispered:

"Yellow Springs. Withering".