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Light and shadow intertwined, and thousands of data streams spread through the air like ripples, temporarily halting the attack of the swordsmen of light.
Meanwhile, Luvia joined the battle from the other side.
Her steps were light and quick, instantly blending into the intense scene.
There was another person whose voice came from not far away, carrying an undeniable sense of intimidation.
"Your lines just now were quite good, The Rogue Alchemist."
The metallic sound echoed in the air.
"Clang, clang..."
That was the sound of the metal box lid being opened and closed repeatedly.
The newcomer on the deck was a female hero in military uniform.
Her every step was steady and powerful, as if every movement had been precisely calculated, revealing an unparalleled calmness and majesty.
Her name is Alette Escaldes.
She looked directly at Kiz, her gaze sharp as a sword: "You said it was as I wished, so I entered into a contract."
His voice was deep and powerful, like an iron nail striking an iron plate, "But the situation is different now than what was said before. Did you intend to harm the land that Escaldes should govern from the very beginning?"
Kiz's smile remained gentle, as if he were not threatened in the slightest.
He bowed slightly and replied casually, "Yeah, phew. I'm so sorry."
His voice carried a hint of flippant indifference, as if the outcome of the conversation was already under his control.
He once stated unequivocally that the Monaco area would be destroyed in order to stabilize the young star.
If what he said is true, then the land she wants to protect can never be saved, no matter what.
However, this does not mean he is lying—
This situation was never in her sights from the beginning.
Kiz uses the same language, but has a completely different way of thinking.
Perhaps, from the moment he began to rewrite the established boundaries and change his own mental image, he had already broken free from any form of constraint.
He no longer acts on impulse, but changes his heart for a purpose.
"Kein Heim für die Toten, kein Pfad für die Lebenden."
(The dead have no place to return to, and the living have no moral compass.)
As the chant of Matouchi echoed throughout the battlefield, the ancient incantation spread like a curse, permeating every grain of dust in the air.
At this point, a confrontation between Alette and Kiz was inevitable.
Kiz stared directly at her, his expression cold: "However, what do you intend to do? The magic that made a contract with me can't be used to hurt me."
“We don’t need that kind of thing,” Alette retorted decisively.
As the two confronted each other, the tension in the air intensified, and the fluctuations of magic surged like a tidal wave.
Suddenly, Matou Ike's voice rang out again, deep and powerful, carrying an undeniable sense of command.
"Es verschlingt das Licht von Sonne und Mond, zerreisst das Gesetz von Ursache und Wirkung."
(It devours the brilliance of the sun and moon, severing the principle of cause and effect.)
With these words, the chanting at Matou Pond came to an end.
Theoretically speaking, spells exceeding ten sections can no longer enhance the depth of magic; the complexity and length of spells have reached their limit.
In other words, the next step is not to pursue greater depth, but to pursue the ultimate improvement in precision.
He no longer needed to continue stacking layers of magic, but instead had to hone every fluctuation of these incantations into the sharpest and most precise blade.
It was a precision akin to sculpting a giant rock, and a delicacy akin to pruning each individual leaf.
He is forging his magician persona from a vague image into an exquisite work of art.
This refining process is like pruning a large tree into the most perfect shape, with no excess in any part.
Finally, the incantation for Matou Pond was completed.
"Nur der verschlingende Wald bleibt, nur der Abgrund, der niemals ruht, besteht fort."
(Only the Forest of Devouring Masters remains, its essence forever lost.)
His voice was deep and powerful, as if telling of some inescapable fate. The vibration of magic transformed into an invisible storm, sweeping around.
Just then, an even more magnificent incantation exploded like thunder, shaking the air of the entire battlefield.
"── Dies ist Fuhailin, ein endloses Gefangnis."
(This is the sea of the internal organs, an endless prison.)
As these words were proclaimed, the order of heaven and earth began to subtly change. The magic permeating the air instantly erupted with intense brilliance, and the blood rain, like sharp blades falling from the sky, tore apart the boundaries of space and time.
Blood rain covered every corner, as if the whole world was shrouded in a blood-red film.
Amidst this rain of blood, strange magical forces manifested, weaving together to form towering walls, resembling impenetrable cages.
These alien magical forces formed the outline of a forest, an endless magical forest filled with inescapable darkness and oppression.
At this moment, the boundaries of the world began to collapse, and the structure of the entire space underwent a dramatic change in an instant.
The horizon was no longer calm; the mountains and rivers seemed to be flipping over; the laws of time and space were completely torn apart; and the whole world seemed to be turned upside down.
Chapter 535 Confrontation
Matou Ike's magic began to stabilize gradually. The darkness within the Reality Marble seemed to be subtly changing, and the barrier called Kiz was peeling away layer by layer, like skin being torn apart.
As this deep darkness tore apart, the very fabric of the world began to undergo dramatic changes.
The sky, the sea, the darkness—all matter and order began to rearrange themselves, gradually being redrawn around Matou Pond.
It is no longer the external environment, nor the natural scenery of this world.
Instead, it is the image deep within the practitioner's mind—
Or rather, it is the inherent imprint of the Blood Ring itself.
Because Matou Ike did not construct this bounded realm based on his personal mental image, but rather created the egg of this world with the profound principles inscribed on his Blood Ring, which represent the essence of his own magic and bloodline.
This is a world that inherits his bloodline memories; it is the embodiment of that ancient, extinct knowledge and consciousness.
In a sense, this is not simply Matouchi's personal image, but rather a deeper meaning derived from the thoughts of the Dead Apostles.
It embodies the mental landscape of one of the twenty-seven patriarchs, a profound and unique way of constructing the world, possessing a dual nature of mystery and destruction.
Faced with this magic trick, hailed as the "greatest forbidden spell," all order and all principles of nature seemed to tremble at this moment.
That irresistible force seemed to be silently bowing down to all things.
"You too, kneel down."
The whispers of Matou Pond pierced through this newly born world.
The world was not desolate, but its emptiness and loneliness gave people a sense of unfathomable desolation.
There were no signs of life, only ancient trees sleeping like in a graveyard, long silent, like relics of life.
These trees are not withered, but rather in a state of stillness, as if wandering in an endless dream.
Compared to the darkness controlled by Kiz, the darkness of this world is more silent and ancient, as if some ancient force has sealed off all traces of life.
Its shadows are more textured, like deep tides that devour all life, yet maintain a certain unspoken balance within some intricate laws.
Countless trees stand tall in the wilderness, their branches withered and twisted, yet they still grow upwards.
They seem to belong to no time or season.
Bewitching blood pulses between the branches of these trees.
The blood wasn't bright red, but rather had a cold, black sheen, like some kind of dark matter, silently nourishing these incomprehensible beings.
Compared to the forests surrounding the church academy in the city of Guanbuzi, this forest in the wilderness seems to have some subtle shift.
They were not as vibrant and lush as the woods near the academy; instead, they were more silent and secluded, as if bound by some unknown force within a crack in time.
The trees here do not grow in an orderly manner, but are intertwined in an extremely complex way, seemingly pursuing some kind of self-destructive law.
As this forest encroaches upon another world, the trees that should exist in another dimension gradually overlap with the scenery of the real world.
They began to permeate this space, penetrating the gaps in time and space, forming an irregular interwoven entity.
The trees began to exchange some kind of information with each other silently, as if waiting for some opportunity to change the face of this space.
At this moment, the essence of the inherent barrier—the erosion of the world by mental images—has reached its peak in this forest.
This is not just a simple change of scenery, but a confrontation between two completely different wills and ideas.
On one side is the darkness and obsession that Kiz has accumulated over two thousand three hundred years, a terrifying will that has gradually been formed through countless trials and decisions.
On the other side are the profound marks imprinted in the Blood Ring of Principle, born from the essence of the Dead Apostle's ideology and ancient laws, symbolizing a deep longing and fear of the world.
The two clashed in this wilderness, as if the mental images of two worlds collided, no longer merely backgrounds or symbols, but permeating each other's structures.
They are constantly tearing and pulling at this space, trying to dominate and rewrite reality by devouring each other's power.
With a gentle wave of his hand, the movement was simple yet elegant, but filled with overwhelming power.
Suddenly, thousands of vines and thorns, as if imbued with life, fiercely attacked the avatar's clones.
They cleaved through the air like blades, stabbing fiercely at each other, the air filled with twisted growth forces and distorted laws of nature.
However, even such a violent attack could not easily defeat those familiars with the Boundary Record Belt level.
Their bodies are as strong and resilient as steel.
This place, after all, is the inherent barrier controlled by Kiz. As the opponent's home ground, the role of magic and spells has already been tilted.
The mysterious power accumulated over two thousand three hundred years, along with countless trials and calculations, has now forged an even stronger connection between him and the world, creating a force field that cannot be ignored.
“Normal means and normal confrontation can never contend with these accumulated forces.”
Matouchi understood this clearly in his heart.
If we proceed using conventional methods, the result will inevitably be failure.