Type-Moon, I'm a magician, is that true?

Raising one arm high, Elquet elegantly displayed her flawless curves. The cool moonlight shone on her neck and collarbone, making her look warm and attractive.

This beauty is completely different from Aiwen's. It is the ultimate dream of men who blend their feminine softness, temptation, elegance and desire to conquer.

"It seems that's the case. I don't see any dead end in you."

Aiwen blinked his eyes, which had been feeling uncomfortable.

Perhaps it was because I witnessed the death of an entire town that night. Although I didn't feel any pain, the things I saw had begun to distort.

And in this densely blue cage, only the True Ancestor in front of him was so complete, with a solid form that was different from fragile things.

"They call you Princess? It's truly the most fitting title. Even my demonic eyes can't decipher this beauty."

"No, it's because it's pure and indestructible that it's beautiful, right? I feel like I've learned something new."

"I can't understand what you're saying. Is it a compliment?"

Elquet asked kindly. Compared to her previous self, she was now inexplicably more curious.

Perhaps it was a side effect of being overpowered, she felt a little dizzy.

"It's a compliment, just accept it."

It was a calm, friendly conversation, and the fighting spirit between Elquet and Aiwen had not diminished in the slightest, but there was no hostility or hatred in it.

A life-or-death duel.

Although these are two contradictory words, this is the only way to describe the strange atmosphere between them now.

Elquet felt the beating of her own heart, and for the first time she found communication interesting.

"Then I will take the first step. I deserve to feel the guilt."

As if the topic of conversation had not yet ended, Elquet spoke in a tone as if he was discussing where to go for fun.

But Aiwen shook his head and denied this statement.

"It's not necessary. I understand the rejection from the planet, but I want to kill those ancestors of the Dead Apostles, so the use of magic is unavoidable."

"No one needs to hesitate. We are both fighting equally from our respective standpoints. All that remains is to demonstrate our strength."

Ai Wenxu held his right hand, and something in the empty palm was becoming clearly visible. The materialized gray dark light was the symbol left behind by the magic.

"As expected, your perspective is strange. Most humans can't be so carefree."

After saying this, Elquet waved his right hand, and the wasteland was replaced like a canvas, with white moon flowers filling the field of vision.

At the same time, cold chains wrapped around the space where Aiwen was.

The last conversation ended, and Elquet suddenly took action before the end of the conversation, ending this ordinary conversation in vain.

It wasn't that she had any conspiracy, but she subconsciously didn't want the conversation to end.

As long as she didn't say the ending herself, she could fantasize about the hypothetical ending alone after returning to Millennium City.

I miss the rare and pleasant chats in the past thousand years.

So there is no need for words. Behind the chains, there is the sensation of the atmosphere.

"Witness the glory of our True Ancestor's Millennium City!"

As Elquet sang, a magnificent, thousand-year-old city, beyond human construction, was reborn in this French town that had been reduced to ruins by the dead apostles.

The magnificent city is like an iron barrel with solid walls. The princess is protected by it and sits on the throne.

"Not only did they materialize the castle, but they also materialized that inner sea of the star to replace the original world?"

Aiwen noticed the change in the environment with every breath he took. The original ether was completely replaced by real ether, and the foundation of the magic was no longer valid.

Because this is the beginning of the distant stars, the ancient universe where human intelligence has disappeared, and the mythical scene that rejects the existence of civilization.

"Isn't the magic power I created earlier wasted now?"

Aiwen sighed regretfully. A dose of True Aether that would be lethal to an ordinary magician couldn't hurt him.

As Elquet said, the cessation of physical function does not mean death. At the moment the fourth method is used, the body is just an unnecessary carrier.

"Wow~~"

A crisp collision sound was heard in the sky, and looking up, chains were flying all over the sky.

They are silvery white in color, dotted with starlight. They intertwine and close in the sky, dancing smoothly like dragons.

The chain does not have any special power, unlike the strange chains in myths. It is just heavy and strong.

It was so heavy that Elquet could not break free at will, and so strong that Elquet could not destroy it easily.

Therefore, when wielded as a weapon, it also has considerable destructive power, and there are not many weapons that can compete with it based on its material.

But Aiwen ignored them completely.

The numerous chains collided and pulled at each other, but not a single one could touch Aiwen's body.

The chaotic scale of time and space surrounded Aiwen. It seemed that the distance was only one meter, but in fact it would take an unknown amount of time to run.

The castle in the distance was illusory and gorgeous, but lifeless, as if it were located in the wilderness on the moon, with only empty loneliness.

"It must be hard living here."

Aiwen felt the same way. He had already experienced how terrifying nothingness was. It was an abyss of [ ], a desperate situation where even thinking would freeze.

"Next time, if we can find another way to meet, I'd better spend more time chatting with her. After all, she looks very pitiful and has no friends."

The road leading to the throne is extremely difficult, with almost endless natural disasters looming. The extreme cold of nearly minus 200 degrees Celsius and the scorching heat that is enough to vaporize steel in an instant create a desperate situation where ordinary people cannot survive.

The full moon in the sky was also casting a curtain of light, directly hitting the soul. Even if it was in contact for a second, the soul would turn into spirit particles and dissipate.

But Aiwen never stopped. His figure was like the abyss of stars, the extreme point where all things converge in the concept, a small but infinitely heavy thing.

He couldn't be so unscrupulous in the material world, but now he was in the inner sea of the star that was materialized from his imagination. Only here did he not need to consider the upper limit of the threshold.

Just increase the output.

Gradually, Aiwen's figure disappeared, and only darkness was moving forward in the field of white flowers.

Chapter 57: First Expectation

Geothermal areas, snowfields, underground volcanoes... Harsh environments constantly occur, and surface-scale disasters are contained within the walls, compressing and unleashing dozens of times the destructive power.

The force of the planet's rotation was deflected, and the shock wave equivalent to the breath of the star slammed hard into the moving black hole that no longer had a human form.

The flying thousands of chains merged with each other and entangled into a giant iron chain with a diameter of more than one kilometer, which was thrown towards the enemy in a disorderly manner.

It flows on and on without stopping for a moment, like an endless stream, washing away the mountains that are nailed to the spot.

Now Elquet no longer sought to inflict harm, but was doing his utmost to hold the line.

"As expected, what that person was performing wasn't magic or some kind of mystical act imitating something that might happen on a planet, but rather a miracle that hangs high in the sky."

"A magician? The same type as that annoying old man."

Elquet stayed on the throne of the castle, observing the scene of Aiwen confronting and shaking the power of the planet, and couldn't help but recall the figure of an old man in his mind.

Although he finds it troublesome now, Elquet admits that when he was young, he regarded the old man as an elder.

That old man was one of the few people he felt he could not defeat. After all, he was the second-highest magician and a top figure in the magic world.

The overlapping image of the old man with a unique temperament whom he had met as a child and the image of the person he was facing now caused a ripple to appear in Elquet's calm heart.

"My father was defeated by the second magician, and now I seem to be defeated by another magician. It feels like some strange fate."

Yes, Elquet already had a premonition of defeat.

The fantasy materialization she launched with all her strength could only hinder the opponent, but failed to achieve further results. The opponent was even still slowly but unstoppably approaching.

Once I break through to the throne, there will be nothing I can do.

Arquette imagined this scene without fear, sketching out the hypothetical future in his mind for the first time.

"If he catches me, what will happen to me?"

"Will he be dealt with in one ruthless blow, or will he be slowly and cruelly crushed? Judging from his personality, the former is more likely."

"But he seems to be here to kill the Dead Apostles. Although I'm definitely not the same kind as them, humans just lump me in with the Dead Apostles and call me a vampire."

"Judging from the way he hunted down the apostles, he clearly hates vampires. It's possible that he's venting his hatred on me."

Elquet described her own fate as if she were describing a dream, and she imagined the new encounter calmly, even with anticipation.

When the container is overfilled, the spirit will be filled and distracting thoughts will seep in through the gaps in the mind.

The world connected by perception seemed to be brand new, and she discovered the difference of each thing from another angle.

Elquet could no longer return to the ignorant machine that only acted according to its responsibilities.

Therefore, she is the one who is more enthusiastic about this grand showdown.

Are you afraid of death, or are you looking forward to this novel experience?

Everything is new to her now. The feeling of powerlessness when she tries her best but still gets hit head-on is like a needle prick. But the pain makes her unable to let go.

"They're getting closer. The one who wants to kill me."

Turning his gaze towards Aiwen who was swimming upstream in the torrent of magic, Elquet's red eyes grew deeper.

"Hurry up, or I might lose the dignity and decorum expected of a princess. If I let my nature slack off, it will surely become a historical disgrace."

……

……

Ignore the damage caused by lightning.

Ignore deterioration caused by high temperature.

The stagnation brought by the cold, ignored.

The roar of the breath of stars, resistance.

Aiwen's pace slowed down slightly again, and he didn't take another step until this round of impact was over.

To some extent, Elquet discovered a way to deal with him, which was to simply use a large, huge, astronomical amount of energy to directly attack him.

Any complex system, any sophisticated technique, any tangible substance, before the fourth method, is like fragile paper that will break at the slightest touch.

The way to cause trouble is actually surprisingly simple, that is, pure numerical suppression.

But this is so difficult for life on the planet. Even the True Ancestor Royal Family cannot mobilize such a large amount of energy.

Today, Aiwen is like a walking eraser, except that the objects he erases and restores are the creations of the planet.

"This castle... is so cold."

After breaking through the outer city wall, Aiwen breathed a sigh of relief. Everything he saw before him made him sigh in admiration.

Yes, the Millennium City gave him a cold impression.

There is no trace of life, no change in temperature, no passage of time, and no evolution. The white walls are like ice, and their sharp edges refuse any visitor.

"And all these chains converge at the top of the castle, almost like they're blocking something."

“It’s like a prison in the shape of a castle.”

It’s no wonder that Aiwen felt this way, because there were so many chains all over the castle.

There are dozens of surrounding city walls and numerous city gates, each with countless chains extending from it.

A spider-web-like web of chains stretches from the city walls to the throne, and the source of these interwoven bonds is the Jade Throne at the top.

Even if one just wants to stand up from the throne, one must have the power to shake and destroy the entire thousand-year-old city.

"This is not living. Compared to her, the situations I will face will be easier."

Perhaps it was out of sympathy for those in the same situation, Aiwen vaguely realized what the woman who was fighting against him had experienced.

No, maybe her thoughts spread to the entire space.

After all, it was the environment she materialized, and her thoughts and the atmosphere were no different, floating together in the city.