Magician in Type-Moon

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"The fourth level can be considered a secret room, and the coffin at its core can also be considered a secret room. The final computer, named 'Elgo,' can also be considered a secret room."

then.

Matouchi traced symbols and equations in the air with his fingers.

That's a mathematical formula for calculating the concept of "Schrödinger's cat" in the field of quantum physics.

"In the field of magic, the concept of a 'locked room' should be categorized as an 'unknown box that is both alive and dead'."

Shion roughly understood what Matouchi meant, but what exactly did it have to do with the current situation?

"What's the connection between this and breaking through the 'Boundary Recording Belt'?" Ziyuan asked directly, now was not the time for her to think.

"I heard that the organization you're currently in, Chaldea, seems to have a super Mystic Code made using this concept, right? And that thing was even made with the help of your Atlas Institute."

Matou Ike smiled, but in Shion's eyes, it was a very malicious smile.

"You mean the spirit particle transfer device?" Shion's pupils contracted. She got the answer directly from Matou Ike's almost explicit words.

A method of transforming an object into a pseudo-spirit particle and transferring it to arbitrary coordinates.

The time-jumping technique was put into practical use with the assistance of the Atlas Institute.

The idea is to send the Master to different eras through spirit particle transfer, but in reality, it is to transform into spirit particle data for "projection and observation".

“That’s right. Besides the ‘Record Belt of Boundaries,’ the only other thing that contains all of Pharaoh Ptolemy’s records should be him himself in history, right?”

Matou Ike had made herself perfectly clear, and Shion understood instantly.

This guy actually wants to obtain his own records from the past Pharaoh Ptolemy.

While it may not be as complete as the "boundary record belt" that the planet itself possesses, it is still just one aspect.

The memories Ptolemy possessed during his lifetime were sufficient to fill that empty spiritual foundation.

That's why this guy let that mechanical bird, Ptolemy, into that coffin from the very beginning.

All conditions are in place.

The frame is ready, and it's a triple "locked room," a box that is both alive and dead in a magical sense.

While it's impossible to manufacture a device that simulates the decomposition of spiritual particles directly at this moment, if it's aimed at a simple "data recording entity" rather than the Master's human body, the difficulty would undoubtedly be greatly reduced.

As a replacement for the supercomputer, the final computer, named Elgo, is no less capable than the one in Chaldea.

The enormous amount of electricity and magic required can be resolved by the already boiling spiritual veins here.

So this was what they were waiting for all along!

This guy's true intentions weren't just to eliminate external threats; he was also eyeing the technology used by Chaldea.

"You've been plotting against me from the very beginning!" Ziyuan said, somewhat annoyed.

"It's just the principle of equivalent exchange. Didn't I show you my memories? The information included in those memories is no less valuable than this technology." Matou Ike shrugged.

This statement infuriated Ziyuan even more, because she couldn't find any point to refute it.

Because magicians do indeed exist in accordance with the principle of equivalent exchange.

“I have another question. You probably want to transfer the data from the Alexandria Library and the backup data about Pharaoh Ptolemy inside the mechanical bird to the past.”

Shion paused for a moment and then continued:

"Then, after recording Pharaoh Ptolemy's complete data, it will be transmitted back again. But all of this requires the consent of Pharaoh Ptolemy of that era, right? How do you plan to solve this? I don't think that Pharaoh, known for his intrigues, will be able to think through this content in a short time."

“Hmm, that is indeed a problem,” Matou Ike said, but his expression didn’t seem worried at all that the matter would fail. “Then let’s work on the coordinates.”

"coordinate?"

"Yes, let's read the time when Mr. Alexander IV Elgo entered the Grand Library of Alexandria as an experimental subject. You should be able to read that from Elgo's body, right?"

"That's what Matouchi replied."

In return, she received a disdainful look from Shion.

"You're really cunning."

Shion's cheeks were puffed up with anger. She had thought that Matouchi would try to obtain Pharaoh Ptolemy's complete data by negotiating or being honest.

But Matouchi's choice was to seduce.

At that point in time, Pharaoh Ptolemy should have already become an alchemist.

Moreover, that time point was precisely the beginning of the "Elgo" experiment. What would have happened if such a data file had been presented to Pharaoh Ptolemy at that time?

Indeed, Ptolemy would certainly be interested in it, and might even actively pursue this data.

The mechanical bird Ptolemy, which received this data, was itself a product created by Pharaoh Ptolemy. The data that spilled out of it was a record from the Library of Alexandria, which was jointly created by Pharaoh Ptolemy and the Atlas Council.

In this way, there's no need to exchange the actual data with Pharaoh Ptolemy; the other party will surely create a personality with a complete backup record and overlay it onto the mechanical bird that serves as the recorder.

Let's see what exactly happened.

Next, all that's needed is to summon the mechanical bird Ptolemy back through the frame created by the "Triple Chamber".

Although it was somewhat despicable, Shion naturally accepted this approach.

This is because it has advantages; at least it avoids creating singularities due to spacetime paradoxes.

Ugh, how can there be such a treacherous person in this world!

Chapter 421 Fierce Fight

Although she verbally resisted, Shion's body had already obeyed and she began to act.

"She says one thing but does another, what a person she is, I never knew she had this kind of personality."

Matou Ike muttered something to himself.

It then retreated from the interior of the final calculator to the outside world.

What greeted him was an astonishing number of crystal spikes growing from the floor to the ceiling.

It had swelled to be larger than Matou Ike's body, and the crystal it flung out fell like a comet.

Direct defense is impossible.

Avoidance is also impossible.

Then the only option left is to defeat them.

The countermeasure against close-range magic bombardment is close-range power strike.

The "Ashfire Armor" was activated in an instant. The spear, formed from dead fire and ash, instantly condensed and transformed into a sharp beam of light that pierced through space and rushed straight towards the crystal spikes that were falling like comets.

An oppressive atmosphere filled the air as the crystal spikes spun rapidly, crashing into Matou Pond with tremendous force.

The impact occurred.

A violent tremor erupted instantly.

It produced intense flames and vibrations.

Crystal shards scattered and flew everywhere, accompanied by a series of ear-piercing explosions.

"So eager?" Matou Ike shrugged as he looked at Tsbia strolling out from behind the crystal shards.

"It's alright, I've already given you plenty of time to prepare."

Tsbia, clutching his blond hair, walked up.

"That sounds nice, but all you really want to do is explore the magical operations running inside this final calculation machine, right?"

Matou Ike rolled her eyes and retorted with a single sentence.

The guy in front of me is not only the ancestor of the Dead Apostles, but also the former dean of the Atlas Academy.

It is comparable to the Grand Magician of the Clock Tower, and even stronger.

This has been emphasized countless times.

Moreover, his full name is Tsbia Eltnam Atlasia. As Shion's grandfather, he undoubtedly possesses the same family trait as Shion—the "spiritual nerve" ethereal thread.

Given his current role as Ptolemy, the Dark Pharaoh, it would be incredibly easy for the other side to infiltrate the final calculation machine and read Matou Ike and Shion's actions.

So it can be said that up to this point, everything has been conducted with the cards on the table.

It's only because everyone has other motives that this drama continues.

"Actually, aren't we on the same side?" In response to Matou Ike's sarcasm, Tsbia just smiled. "Logically speaking, we are all working hard so that this world can continue. The only one here should be considered an enemy, that is my descendant."

"Don't you think it's too late to seek cooperation now?"

Matou Ike shook her head at the man in front of her, rejecting his suggestion.

And at the moment Matou Ike refused.

The offense and defense were completed in an instant.

The howling of the banshee, like a roar, spread the sound of vengeful spirits, and she brandished a crystal sword.

That's magic that can directly cut through space.

Meanwhile, the lava-formed coat on Matou Ike's body emitted a layer of crimson light, blocking the incoming object.

Then came a volley of four shots.

The power of a single, intersecting blow was enough to cause the collapse of the mysterious city wall, which had a history of five hundred years.

"Ah, is this the power of the gods? Even with your magic supply restricted, you can still do this much."

With a sigh, Tsbia launched his next offensive.

Matou Ike frowned; the performance of that brief display of power just now did not satisfy him.

That's quite a bit of suppression.

Matou Ike's power is driven by magic.

The magic generated within the body flows in different ways.

Most magicians have their own methods, whether tangible or intangible, to infuse magic into their spells.

The methods, such as "releasing", "firing", and "flowing", are all different.

But in this Great Library of Alexandria, facing this guy in front of me.