Magician in Type-Moon

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"Now, let us show you the arena where fate truly is decided."

As soon as he finished speaking, the dealer waved his hand gently, and the light in the center of the table suddenly turned on.

The light rapidly coalesced into a three-dimensional illusion, gradually forming a grand arena scene.

It was an ancient arena, with a circular field covered in gravel and steep stands around it. Sunlight streamed through the huge dome above, illuminating the entire arena.

It resembles the ancient Roman amphitheater covered in gravel.

However, no fighters have been seen yet.

"Regarding the competitors, to protect their privacy and conceal their techniques, a filter will be added to prevent them from identifying themselves. In addition, the participants of the ship banquet are naturally included, and this time the audience can also place bets."

"An audience? Does that mean this illusion can be viewed elsewhere?"

"Yes. The fighters' information is here."

Van Fem distributed the device to Matouchi, Isilid, and Alette.

That's the latest tablet computer. It seems that Van Fim didn't react to the electronic device allergy that some people at the Clock Tower had experienced.

The screen displayed the first combatant.

As soon as the phantom appeared, Matou Ike frowned slightly.

"The first fighter is Luvia."

.........

—The incident occurred a few hours earlier in the azure waters off Port Ecuador, Monaco.

The afternoon sun shone through the shimmering sea, illuminating the vast expanse of water. Two mysterious figures faced each other in the sea breeze: one was Van Fim—a high-ranking apostle who ruled the darkness of Monaco; the other was Bai Ruolong—a deity who had survived to this day.

Both of them exist beyond human comprehension, spanning countless generations and flowing in the abyss of time.

"Serenade No. 15".

Van Fem twitched his fingertip slightly, and a thin thread slid from the ring he wore, passing through the air and connecting directly to his servant, Coopera.

"Serene's Lament".

Coopera's lips parted slightly, and then countless fan-shaped openings appeared on the surface of her skin, as if some ancient mechanical device had begun to operate.

She began to sing, and the song was extraordinary; it wasn't just coming from her mouth, but from the mouths of her entire body.

The sound waves were almost tangible, directly vibrating the seawater and tearing through the air. They defied the laws of physics and contained enough power to destroy one or two cargo ships.

however--

Everything around Bai Ruolong suddenly disappeared.

The sound waves failed to achieve the desired effect and instead instantly disintegrated into nothingness upon contact with a certain force.

Van Fem frowned slightly, his eyes gleaming secretly. He realized it was Bai Ruolong's magic—

Mysterious and elusive, it seems to defy all the laws of physics.

On Bai Ruolong's right arm, a bare demonic eye slowly rotated. Through that demonic eye, he had transcended the rules of sound waves. All of this was merely an extension of his power; the demonic eye's force field directly rendered Cooper's sound waves ineffective.

"Oh my, this is really something."

Van Fem smiled, his tone still relaxed, as if Bai Ruolong's reaction was merely a simple test. However, beneath that smile lay a hidden wariness.

This is not just ordinary mystery, but a situation that evokes a sense of nostalgia.

For him, mystery and complexity were his forte. The world of the past had never presented him with a real challenge. However, Bai Ruolong before him was the one who made him feel a long-lost threat.

Bai Ruolong did not respond, but simply waved her right hand slowly.

His face was somewhat pale, and then a trace of blood seeped from his palm.

"That move just now destroyed three of them."

He whispered, his voice filled with pain.

The demonic eye on his right arm, while allowing him to transcend sound waves, came at a great cost—each activation of this power required immense energy expenditure.

The crimson hue seeped into the azure sea breeze, drifting with the waves, appearing utterly eerie.

Bai Ruolong slightly bent his fingers, scooped up the blood that had overflowed from the wound, and licked the blood. There was no pain on his face, but rather a relaxed smile.

He raised his chin, a defiant glint in his eyes.

"Alright, it's about time to officially begin the fight."

"This old fellow of mine has already used all his strength," Van Fem sighed softly.

However, Bai Ruolong's gaze did not change because of these words; instead, she looked at him with a hint of mockery.

"Don't be ridiculous. Even if you are, your Demon City hasn't even shown its full potential, has it?"

Chapter 488 Deep-Sea Fish

"The Demon City."

Van Fem's smile was like a gentle spring breeze, carrying an inexplicable sense of warmth. There was no trace of tension on his face, as if everything was under his control.

"I just mentioned that my Demon City also needs to open, but if possible, I'd like to avoid it. Personally, I'm prepared to withdraw as soon as I know the location of Giz's temple. What do you think?"

His words seemed to be making a rational suggestion, but they also carried a clear hint of probing.

Bai Ruolong's eyes darkened slightly, and a cold smile appeared on her lips.

"I also want to spread that stinky old man's secret to the whole world as soon as possible, but he strictly forbade me from doing this one thing. As you know, contracts are absolute."

Van Fem slowly opened his hands, as if signaling Bai Ruolong to lower all her guard.

"Then there's no way."

"Lord Feim."

Cooper's voice carried a hint of dissatisfaction, as if blaming Van Fem for making a hasty decision.

"Did you hear that? It seems like this is the price we'll have to pay to get him to give in."

Her words were like a whisper, yet they were full of strong implications. Her figure remained as elegant as a doll, but the aura she exuded at this moment sent a chill down one's spine.

Van Fem smiled slightly and casually flicked his finger. Instantly, the silk thread on the ring flew out of his hand and shot into the sea, wrapping around Coopera's finger as if it were some kind of command.

"Oh--?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Van Fem's eyes, but there was no sign of panic.

"The commander has been changed."

Cooper's movements were swift and decisive; the reverse wrapping of the silk threads instantly bound Van Fem's body tightly, as if an invisible shackle had locked him up.

In that instant, Bai Ruolong's figure swept across the sea like an arrow, her speed as fast as a mythical beast charging.

Van Fem's intuition told him that this action was very bad.

Bai Ruolong moved with incredible speed; her curved fingers and steel-like arms moved like divine weapons, aiming directly at the core of Van Fem's body. Van Fem felt slightly uneasy, but still showed no fear or panic. His gaze was sharp, and he had already begun to deduce the possible responses he might need to take.

Just as the sword tip was about to pierce his body—

"—Fantasy No. 17: Scarlet Shock"

Cooper whispered, as if summoning an ancient melody.

Van Fem's lips moved slightly as he responded softly, his tone carrying a hint of melancholy that seemed unrelated to time.

"We revere the Crimson World."

As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the entire sea area changed instantly.

It was not achieved through dazzling magical light or massive magical fluctuations, yet its effect was far more astonishing than any form of light or lightning.

The seawater began to change in an instant.

However, are there any other calamities of such horror?

Gradually turning red.

Gradually turning red.

Gradually turning red.

Centered on Van Fem and Bai Ruolong, the seawater gradually turned crimson. No, it wasn't just a simple change in color.

The surface of the seawater was gradually eroded by a blood-red tide, first with subtle color changes, then with an increasingly deep red, as if fresh blood was spreading within it.

It was blood with a rusty smell.

"Since becoming a Dead Apostle, more than two thousand years have passed, and the magic that Lord Fem has practiced is no longer suitable for the basics of humanity."

Cooper spoke with a lighthearted tone as she put on the ring, as if sharing some enormous secret.

"However, by using Lord Fem's magic circuits, all of this is not a problem. Because we are products of the era in which Lord Fem lived, and conform to the foundation of that era."

"Not a puppeteer... but a puppeteer being used... that's truly an amazing skill..."

Bai Ruolong chuckled lightly, her words laced with sarcasm, but her eyes held an unmistakable surprise.

"It can be served as entertainment at a party... I guarantee it will be a big hit..."

His voice choked slightly, and the oppressive feeling was palpable.

An overwhelming pressure was placed on Ruolong's entire body.

That's the pressure of the deep sea.

At this moment, the pressure of the seawater gradually increases, transforming into the embodiment of blood, bringing an invisible, heavy sense of oppression.

Diving ten meters underwater increases pressure by approximately one atmosphere. This is because the entire body bears the weight of the seawater, which is "above" the object being submerged. The seawater pressure experienced by Bai Ruolong is converted into blood pressure equivalent to the current human limit—the depth of the ultra-deep ocean, eight thousand meters.

The pressure on even the fingertips is about one ton.

It's quite surprising that they can still joke around under these circumstances.

In reality, every drop of seawater, equivalent to every drop of blood, turned into an enemy, and Bai Ruolong heard the wails of all the bones.

"It's hard to say. Even a powerful fantasy species wouldn't last more than a few seconds. What about a true god like you?"

Van Fem pressed his top hat down, his voice tinged with weariness. His complexion had clearly worsened, obviously a side effect of being manipulated as a puppet.

At the same time, Bai Ruolong's body also began to change.