Magician in Type-Moon

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So things went very smoothly.

Medea was somewhat stunned as she looked at the relic of Zeus that had been transferred to her by a teleportation spell due to the completion of the contract.

She was also a character in Greek mythology.

He even once sailed on the same ship as Heracles, the son of Zeus, and went on an adventure together.

But the thing in her hand now felt completely unfamiliar to her.

Because that was not something that any god she had ever seen would possess.

Instead, it's more in line with modern tastes, no...

It should be said that it is a product far beyond the modern "technological side".

The so-called relics of Zeus turned out to be a bunch of mechanical artifacts made of an unknown material.

But before she could think further, she received the second Command Seal message from Matouike.

The outer barrier of the Great Library of Alexandria was shattered by an even stronger light.

.........

At this moment, only a Command Seal remained on the back of Matou Ike's hand.

Shining with red light, it depicts patterns of strange shapes.

The next moment, Medea appeared beside him.

The two exchanged no words. Matou Ike simply extended his hand, and Medea immediately handed him the strange mechanical object she was holding.

The mechanical surface is covered with intricate patterns and has a smooth metallic texture, clearly indicating that it is an extremely precise creation.

Although at first glance this thing had nothing to do with the legendary relics of Zeus, Matouchi still accepted it.

He did not question Medea's judgment, but rather based his judgment on his trust in her abilities.

Immediately afterwards——

The last Command Seal on the back of Matou Ike's hand shone with a dazzling red light before disappearing completely into nothingness.

Medea's figure lingered beside him for only a brief moment before being transferred away again by the power of the Command Seal. Her magical aura and presence vanished completely, as if she had never existed.

Even the scorching hot magma inside the surrounding underwater volcanoes didn't have time to leave any reaction.

Matou Ike stared at the spot where she disappeared, his brows furrowing slightly, but he didn't say anything.

A second or two later.

Matou Ike lowered his head and looked at the mechanical creation in his hand.

The scorching magma reflected on the mechanical surface, and the flowing light patterns jumped slightly, seemingly responding to the surrounding high temperature and magical fluctuations.

"Letting Typhon devour Zeus... what does that symbolize? And this kind of thing..."

Matou Ike shook his head, and then manifested Typhon's authority.

The Primordial Dragon, the ultimate divine beast created by Gaia, appeared the instant—

"Ahhhhhhhhh wuwuwuwuwuwu——"

The roaring sound—

It was like a wind blowing from the underworld.

But at this moment, it seems even more fitting for the base of this volcano.

Matou Ike also sensed it at that instant.

That kind of will.

Perhaps it's more of a regret.

No, it's more accurate to call it instinct!

The instinct to devour Zeus!

Spirals of light, interwoven with heat waves, crisscrossed inside the volcano, each beam searing his will like a branding iron.

Matouchi's eyes were closed, but his body stood still like an iron stake.

Forcibly suppressing that impulse, the Deconstruction Eye immediately burst forth with dazzling light, its gaze like an incomparably sharp scalpel, piercing straight into the mechanical construct suspended above the core of the spiritual vein.

Under the analysis of the magic eye, the surface of the mechanical creation was no longer just a flashing pattern of light, but a carrier of countless dense symbols, circuits, and laws.

This forms a complex structure that transcends eras and myths, and the hidden flow of information within it floods into Matouchi's consciousness.

"universe"

"fleet"

"Machine God"

Olympus

Domination and Coexistence

"Tax payment"

......

Etc., etc.

Endless information flooded into Matouchi's brain like a burst dam, submerging every inch of his consciousness. Traces of alien objects flashed constantly in his vision: warships spanning the starry sky, laws traversing time and space, golden city-states symbolizing divine authority, and countless scenes of destruction and rebirth.

“Foreign objects…”

Matouchi murmured, her voice sounding suppressed and lonely within the underwater volcano.

"No wonder Gaia is hostile to it."

He gave a cold laugh, countless assumptions and deductions flashing through his mind.

Within him, the suppressed Typhon power—"devouring and destroying"—was finally no longer suppressed.

With Matouchi's determination, the power of "hunger" was also activated, like a wild beast that had broken free, devouring all the information and energy released by the mechanical creation.

"Typhon and Zeus".

The myth of these arch-rivals is reborn here, as if by a cruel twist of fate, rewriting their story once more.

When Typhon instigated the rebellion against the Greek gods, he usurped two powers from Zeus: one was the immortal scythe, also known as the Harpe.

It has another famous name—the sword of Perseus that cut off Medusa's head.

The other is power, which can be called a synonym for God—

—Keraunos, Zeus's Thunderbolt

This refers to the power that Bai Ruolong displayed in the Night Tribulation Land.

However, Typhon's victory was ultimately short-lived, and could even be described as tragic.

In his final battle with Zeus, although he possessed these magnificent spoils, he was still defeated by Zeus and forever sealed in the abyss—the territory of Tartarus, the incarnation of his other creator, Naraku.

The specific location is Mount Etna.

"Like a defeated wild dog, thrown back into its kennel."

This fate is full of irony.

Mount Etna is both his purgatory and the source of his power.

The roar was deafening.

In the vacuum created by the violent collision, the raging hurricane made the hellish lava teeter on the brink of collapse.

Typhon recklessly extracted the magic from the volcano.

He can extract astonishing magical power simply by breathing.

In magic terms, a magician could drain the magical power of thousands of people and draw it from the world in a single breath.

The results were also surprisingly outstanding.

The resentful will drew upon the vortex of magic, even tearing away the magic that should have been continuously supplying the Great Library of Alexandria.

It's like a tug-of-war.

Matouchi had anticipated this method long ago; it was an extremely simple method.

The power of "hunger" merged with the phantom of Typhon.

Even the mysterious have their own logic.

Only Matou Ike, who possesses the Mystic Eyes of Deconstruction, can rediscover the truth as a human—

To assemble and construct.

next moment.

The magic of filling is beginning to reach a critical point.

Then--

That is liberation!

Hatred and entanglements inherited from the Age of Gods will be settled here.

This will begin to repeat itself here!

Chapter 435 Tampering

In the interstellar city mountain range.

An almost pure white creature stood in a strange temple formed by complex mechanical structures.

Arcs of lightning crackled across His body.

Without a doubt, this is Zeus.

Beside Him stood a woman with long blonde hair... no, she was more like a woman in terms of her intellect.

A man with blond hair and blue eyes, dressed in a white formal suit that defies easy description.

He held a scepter with an astronomical design.