Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

As the two spectators argued, and as the combatants were about to clash, a sudden thunderclap boomed across the sky. A chariot, emitting streaks of purple lightning, crisscrossed the night sky. It was pulled not by horses but by two mighty bulls. Their hooves, shimmering with lightning, descended from the sky, uninvited, intervening in the clash between Saber and Lancer.

"What's going on?" Xing Qingfu couldn't hear the conversation between the parties involved, so he had to ask Newton for help.

"Don't worry, let me see..."

"Shit!"

"what happened?"

"He's trying to stop a fight!"

Xing Qingfeng glared, watching helplessly as the duel that should have decided life and death was interrupted like a joke.

——"You're kidding me, you bastard!" x2

"You're trying to stop your mother's fight. It's almost over and you're running off to yell and scream! Yi Leng Yi (Seven) Hiss. Pull Hiss^ Guilty Eight, Neighbor-Dream"

"You're crazy! You broke up the fight for no apparent reason. And you're the King of Conquerors, Iskandar? Who cares about you? Will you buy me some wine?"

"It's not like you'll necessarily win, so why are you popping champagne in this half?"

"Anyone with eyes can see that King Arthur will be killed instantly by Diarmait!" Newton pressed on, "Do you think Arthur can unleash his Noble Phantasm? How can he fight with a two-handed sword when one of his hands is disabled? Yi Leng2 Yiq1i Siwu? Jiu Sijiu VI〉II? Ling Meng?"

"Why is there a little boy in the car?" Xing Qingjiu felt a little guilty. To prevent Newton from using this as an excuse to ask him to buy some wine, he quickly changed the subject, "It's quite a big deal."

"It is said that Iskandar is really popular with both men and women, tsk tsk tsk."

The atmosphere, which had been relaxed by the awkward stand-up comedy between Iskandar and his Master, was suddenly frozen by a cold voice tinged with resentment.

——"Really? It's you."

"I was wondering what had the audacity to steal my relic... but I never imagined you'd even plan to take part in the Holy Grail War yourself, Mr. Webber Fairwitt."

"Are there melons?" Xing Qingfeng looked at Newton curiously, "Sir, please tell me what kind of melons it is."

"It was this kid named Weber who stole an adult's holy relic to fight in the Holy Grail War, and ended up getting caught by his teacher. Looking at him, it's the same for students from any era when they get caught doing something bad. (2O⑧Warm Spirit Leek II-(I Liu?) It's really funny."

"Then his teacher was about to teach the child a lesson, but unexpectedly, the child's Servant, Iskandar, kept mocking the teacher. As a result, the whole atmosphere became awkward, and Diarmait's face turned black."

"This kid really deserves some love." Xing Qingfeng crossed his arms and shook his head, "He deserves a beating."

"Hey! There might be someone else hiding in the dark and peeking!"

"It's boring. After realizing I've made the atmosphere awkward, I started to mock everyone and try to change the subject." Newton yawned, looked at the empty plastic bag, and sighed in boredom. "Oh, is it possible that people with mental problems are more likely to be remembered in history?"

Iskandar laughed heartily while scanning the dark dock, but those hidden in the shadows disdained such a simple provocation.

A dazzling golden light descended upon the battlefield's lone remaining streetlight, transforming into a towering figure clad in gleaming armor that looked as if crafted from gold. No, rather than shimmering like Arthur's silver armor, the term "luxury" would be more apt for describing the material, which seemed entirely constructed from gold. Simply put, extreme vulgarity is trendy.

"Someone actually took the bait? Archer? Tsk." Newton stood up and prepared to leave. "Let's go, no one's going to get killed tonight. Each side is holding each other back. This kind of thing is the most boring thing to watch."

Watching how the wonderful martial arts scene was forcibly turned into a boring literary drama - the main reason was that Xing Qingqiu could not hear what the servants were saying - Xing Qingqiu also felt deeply bored, and in the end he habitually mocked the figure.

"You're crazy. You were caught so easily. You either have a personality problem or a brain problem."

"I don't recommend taunting an Archer right now." Newton scratched his head. "I just withdrew my concealment position. You only have a portable concealment spell, though it should be no problem against others..."

"...But I guess we can't hide it from Archer, who has the clairvoyance skill."

As soon as he finished speaking, the space beside Archer suddenly distorted like a mirage, and a sharp blade made of a similar material to Archer's body, as if forged from gold, suddenly appeared in the void, emitting a strong and difficult-to-conceal magical power in the air. Rather than saying that it was just an ordinary blade, it was clearly a treasure.

The next moment, the sharp blade shot out with great speed, piercing Xing Qingqi's face. He treated the Noble Phantasm so carelessly, without any intention of releasing its true name, simply throwing it roughly like a stone. Even so, its destructive power should not be underestimated.

Xing Qingfu's head was instantly pierced by the blade, disintegrating into countless tiny golden crystals that scattered like tiny golden flakes from a firework display, announcing his inhuman nature to everyone present. His intestines, which had just been neatly tucked back into his stomach, popped out again, floating in the air alongside the golden crystals.

Only then did the others realize that, even at such close range, someone was sitting there unobserved. Within just a few hundred meters, with such terrifying stealth capabilities, if it were used against the Master, someone would have been killed. But Assassin had clearly been killed by Archer the previous night, so by process of elimination, it must be the magician lineup.

"How many times have you died? This should be the third time, right?"

"Four times. I must have died from being hit by a dump truck before I came to this world."

"After realizing he couldn't die, his true nature finally came out."

"Hey, we've only known each other for two days. Why do you think my true nature hasn't been exposed before?"

When a gladiator in the Colosseum gets angry and throws stones at the audience because of the booing, it does not frighten the audience, but only makes the boos louder.

The two of them completely ignored Archer's outburst and simply continued to clean up the mess left by their recent feast and show, preparing to leave the special seats. From this perspective, they were truly quite well-mannered.

"Your intestines are flying out again."

"I'm too lazy to clean it up. It's too much trouble."

"Bastard, who allowed you to disrespect this king?" The golden Archer stood proudly on the streetlight, looking down on others with disdain. "You are just a ragtag bastard, are you qualified to criticize this king? Die before this king to atone for your sin!"

"How is this possible..." Waver, huddled in Iskandar's chariot, couldn't help but cry out. The scene before him was far beyond his imagination. How could a Servant possess so many Noble Phantasms at once? He tried to find evidence that these were merely extensions of a single Noble Phantasm, but the terrifying magic wrapped around them proved that each one was enough to rival a Noble Phantasm.

The atmosphere among the various groups of masters and servants on the battlefield plummeted to a freezing point due to Archer's astonishing display of intimidation. No one dared to show even the slightest vulnerability, fearing they would become the ignition of a chaotic battle and the first to be eliminated tonight. At the same time, they eagerly watched the confrontation between Archer and the magician, eager to see if Archer was just a facade or truly capable. A tense atmosphere thickened among the group, but it had no effect on the magician's group nearby.

They really thought of themselves as spectators and were ready to leave.

"Hey, how can I still see if my head is gone?"

"Proof that your head is just decoration."

"Who are you calling brainless?"

ignore.

Was it the fear of fighting Archer? Was it Archer's cold, demonic killing intent? Was it the fear of Archer's casual use of his Noble Phantasms as ammunition, his terrifying firepower?

No! No! No!

The two of them had never cared about anyone else. After leaving, they refused to even look Archer in the eye, openly ignoring the insults. This was enough to make the arrogant Archer even more furious. But he felt that what made him even more furious was yet to come.

——Xing Qingyu discovered that the sharp weapon that had just attacked him seemed to be of extraordinary value.

Gilgamesh is furious

"Wow, this thing looks like it's made of pure gold." The headless knight Xing Qingqi pulled out the sharp blade stuck in the ground with force, "Our family is going to be rich."

"Then we'll try to find a way to build a rocket and start a manned space flight."

"Bastard, get your filthy hands off my treasure!" Archer grew increasingly furious, his handsome face frost-covered, expressionless. His fiery red eyes held no other emotion but only an increasingly icy murderous intent. "You lowly creature, how dare you touch my treasure with those filthy hands... Do you want to die so badly?"

"What did you say?" Newton could no longer ignore Archer's insults. "Inferior?"

Newton's pettiness will go down in history.

Archer's taunts didn't reach Xing Qingyu's ears—his hearing hadn't improved much compared to his vision, so Xing Qingyu didn't hear Archer's taunts at all. So, he continued to caress and admire the treasure in his hands, mentally calculating how many things he could do after selling it that he wanted but didn't have the money to do.

The first thing is to try the legendary bubble bath.

He completely ignored the furious Archer and the dense array of swords behind him. However, even if Xing Qingfeng noticed these, he would probably be eager for Archer to pour out the Noble Phantasms behind him towards him.

——After all, in his eyes, these are all good things that can be sold for money.

But Newton heard the words "inferior creation" clearly. Not only did he fail to recognize the value of the soul in front of him, he also called his own technology inferior...

The point is that Qi Qiuyin was called inferior!

Isaac Newton, Angry!

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Volume 11: The Alchemist's Apprentice from the Fourth War: . Farce

"You're nothing but a poorly crafted vessel. When did you become worthy of judging my skills?" The vertical lines carved between Newton's brows and his deep emerald eyes together declared the wrath of their owner. "You're full of bastards, bastards. Do you think you can truly pluck the foreign objects from your own soul?"

"The hybridization technique is truly inferior. The abrupt blend of human and divine is so abrupt it makes me laugh." Newton raised his chin in disdain and sneered, "You inferior creature, are you feeling ashamed of yourself after seeing this rare soul that only appears once in a thousand years? Come on, my friend, show him the superior performance of your machine!"

"I'm touched by the compliment, but am I some kind of biker?!"

"What did you say?" Gilgamesh, insulted as a bastard, felt as if a sore spot had been touched. His face, already frozen with murderous intent, turned visibly red.

——Gilgamesh, red warm!

"Madman, die now and apologize!"

"You may only come this far and no further; here your proud waves shall be restrained."

A sky full of treasures shot out at the same time, piercing the sound barrier like meteors, bombarding Newton and the other two non-stop. The terrifying magical fluctuations almost turned into a physical entity, causing other people not far away to feel burning.

But they all stopped in front of Newton.

It was not blocked by any invisible barrier. The mighty rain of Noble Phantasms did not stir up even a speck of dust. The powerful kinetic energy and magic power contained in it did not leak out at all. It just quietly stopped in mid-air, floating obediently in front of Newton.

The state of motion has changed—

——They, [still] the dark soul〦:⑻?焐:亡六〨８ all at once.

A pair of snow-white wings appeared out of thin air behind Newton, but he didn't flap them. Instead, he hovered in mid-air, almost floating. He wasn't flying high, just barely above Archer, who was standing on the streetlight.

"Caster, Messiah. You vulgar people, prostrated on the ground, bound by gravity, raise your heads, walk the path I have opened for you, and gaze upon the glory of the great man."

"He's really got me this time." Xing Qingfeng, who knew Newton's background, thought to himself, "Where did he get this wing costume? It's quite cool."

"Since the lord has gone up, I, as his aibo, cannot fall behind." Xing Qingfu said that he would not fall behind, but his feet had already moved elsewhere.

"How is it possible...?" Sharing vision with Assassin present, Kotomine Kirei heard every word of Newton's declaration. "How can a false Holy Grail summon the true Messiah?!"

"Mi, Mi, Messiah!?" Waver screamed, "How could this happen? Isn't this a sure defeat...Ah! It hurts!"

Iskandar naturally slapped the military advisor who spoke discouraging words in front of the battle.

The only positive response to Newton's remarks was the next round of attack by the archers.

"You clearly have no divinity, yet you claim to be the Messiah?" Archer laughed wildly, unleashing all sorts of Noble Phantasms without hesitation. "Ridiculous! Now, prepare a sufficiently ridiculous death for me!"

Despite his words, Archer's attacks were completely ineffective, and they all froze in front of Newton. No, they were effective, as Newton's vision was almost filled with the Noble Phantasms that rained down upon him, yet froze in front of him.

"How stupid are you to keep repeating this meaningless behavior?" Newton felt a little bored. Just when he wanted to talk to Xing Qingfeng, he found that the boy had disappeared without a trace. "Boring."

Newton, controlling the Noble Phantasm, which had been frozen in mid-air, deliberately returned the way it had come—not by changing direction, but by keeping the blade pointed toward him, shooting it back toward the "door" beside Archer. He neither increased nor decreased the force, simply striking it back exactly as it had come.

The Masters present might have misjudged the situation, believing Archer, whose attack was easily parried by Caster, was merely a facade. However, the other Servants had already tightened their grip on their weapons. While they correctly understood the power of Archer's attack, they failed to understand how Caster had managed to parry such a powerful attack. There was barely any perceptible prana fluctuation, and this place was clearly not Caster's base. If Caster, even without his base, was this powerful...

The Servants fell silent, each struggling to analyze the situation, quietly waiting for the two sides to resume fighting so they could continue to gather intelligence. Before they could understand Caster's methods, before they could extricate themselves from this chaotic situation, perhaps waiting and watching was the best option.

"How generous of you, Archer. Knowing I was short on materials, you came all the way here to give me these treasures for free?" Newton's lips curled up slightly. "Why, judging by your expression, you're not planning on taking them back from me, are you?"

"It's really good material. I'm itching to try it." The dozens of remaining treasures in front of Newton and the wings behind him melted instantly, but it looked very strange from a visual perspective - it was obviously a gold material, but after melting, it turned into a silver liquid.

Under the bright moonlight, a silvery liquid like mercury slowly flowed on the ground, transforming into thin tentacles that spread rapidly. Even a complete outsider could clearly understand—

—Caster's position was deployed.

"Lancer!"

Without needing its Master to say anything, the crimson spear had already pierced the silver threads that continuously spread across the surface. But the range of influence of the spear tip was pitifully small, so how could it completely destroy the constantly flowing position that could completely accommodate the entire dock?

"What's going on?" Kotomine Kirei, who was observing the battle situation with the help of Assassin, found that he could not contact the Servants in the formation. The magic that originally shared perception was forcibly interrupted. Although the supply of magical power was not cut off, the rest of the connection was completely cut off. Even the use of Command Seals was useless.

"You're just isolating yourself from the outside world with your flowing spirit, so why do you seem so panicked?"

"Hahaha, what an unpredictable tactic." Iskandar remained straightforward. "I am Iskandar, the King of Conquerors. I'm sure you've already heard what I just said, but I'd like to ask again..."

"I refuse." Newton interrupted Rider's solicitation without even turning his head. "For someone whose entire life has never looked up at the heavens, whose soul is bound by gravity, surely such a short-sighted wish as world conquest is the limit of your ambition."

"Things like development prospects can still be further developed..."

Caster's position was fully deployed, and the situation now lacked any strategy. The best solution was to find a way to escape. However, without knowing the others' movements, acting rashly was not a viable option.

However, some people didn't care. Some were blinded by hatred, others by pain. Perhaps it was Newton who had cut off communication between the inside and outside, forcing the knights to act according to previously issued orders. In short, one side had chosen the most reckless action.

Aether gathered from the air, magical energy erupting in a place no one expected before converging, forming a figure clad in pitch black. Swirling mist and impeccably fitted black armor completely obscured the figure's features. In stark contrast to the lavish and gleaming armor of Archer and Arthur, its armor lacked any unnecessary ornamentation or carvings, pure black. In stark contrast to the darkness, only crimson eyes peeked through the gaps in the mask.

There was no need to ponder why; simply from the overwhelming madness he emanated, everyone understood clearly the moment he appeared: this was Berserker.

No matter how hard you look, you can't discern its true form. Even its outline can't be accurately observed, as hazy as the mist lingering around it. Even Newton couldn't accurately summarize its appearance, which is completely different from Arthur's previous trick of hiding the sword in his hand.

——This shows that what hides its true appearance is not ordinary magic, but must be the Servant's special ability or even a Noble Phantasm.

Everyone present was completely bewildered by this reckless move. Those caught in this chaotic situation, like a pot of Indian food, wanted to withdraw but dared not act rashly, completely trapped in a dilemma.

In this situation, why would anyone choose to leave at this time?

Newton was growing increasingly impatient. In his eyes, there was no way anyone would leave tonight, unless some fool who had been beaten refused to surrender the Command Seal and ran away. He wanted to go back to someone else's house, lie on someone else's bed, and read someone else's book, but he had just acted so arrogantly.

Wouldn't it be embarrassing to walk away without saying a word at this time?

"No, saying it's boring and walking away is still enough to show my face." Newton, who had calmed down, looked at the farce and deadlock in front of him and thought, "Oh, is it affected by my younger spiritual base? It's better to say that I can't get rid of this nasty habit of vanity even when I am old."

Thinking of this, Newton was about to turn around and leave, but was attracted by the farce that happened next -

—Berserker, having lost his mind, charged towards Archer.