Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

It might seem like Berserker attacked Archer first. But in reality, the moment he appeared, Archer's Noble Phantasm swung back and struck. While others might still be bewildered by his appearance, Archer knew full well that this rabid dog, fixed with its gaze fixed on him, had been intent on killing him from the moment he appeared.

Newton felt that this was Archer's impotent rage, trying to save face elsewhere, but leaving him alone was also embarrassing for him.

If I had known it would be boring, I would have run away.

How did it become like this, a middle-aged social gathering where only two people are either angry or happy while others are embarrassed around them.

However, the Noble Phantasm does look quite interesting, so there's no need to worry about the strength of the material.

"Even in such a desperate situation, are you still pinning your hopes on something so illusory?" Newton watched Berserker's charge with great interest. Hidden behind the violent flow of dark magic was the painful struggle of its Master. "Should I call it persistence, or stupidity..."

"...Oh?" Newton cast his gaze towards the shadows on the roof of the warehouse and shouted, "Show me your mercury."

Newton flew straight towards Lancer's Master. Faced with the other party's subconscious attack using the magic costume, he simply raised his hand and snatched the magic costume away without any concern.

No, a more accurate description would be to say it docilely flew into Newton's hands. Kayneth's masterpiece, the supreme ceremonial garment of the El-Melloi family, the Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid. Though an automated machine with a record of various movement patterns, it was completely useless against Newton, lying obediently in his grasp.

"Lancer!" Master Lancer, with his hair slicked back like a lemon, raised his hand and summoned him to his side with a Command Seal. "...Protect me, retreat. Don't get caught up in their position."

"While this combat ceremonial armor fully utilizes the fluidity of mercury, its inherent strength doesn't support its use as a weapon. How could you subconsciously use it as a weapon?" Newton frowned, fiddling with the liquid in his hand. "The calculation performance is acceptable, and the application of the properties of mercury spirit is quite clever. It seems to be based on Paracelsus' theory, but..."

"Mercury doesn't symbolize spirit; its very nature is spirit." Newton shook his head and sighed. "The design concept is sound, but it's a shame it uses modern alchemical principles instead of studying the dynamics of things, instead obscuring them with mysticism, severely impacting their intended performance. While I don't agree with Paracelsus's theory of the three elements, seeing his theory transformed into a symbol in your hands... is laughable."

"Hey, kid, is this your graduation project?" Newton tossed the Moon Spirit Marrow back to the original owner's feet. "Has the Clock Tower's alchemy prowess fallen to this point? You failed."

"Your evaluation is indeed irrefutable."

"Kenneth El-Melloi, the ninth patriarch of the Archibald family, created this when I was 25." Even though the situation was not favorable, he was still somewhat annoyed by the criticism of his prized creation. "Unknown magician, from just a few words, I can tell you're no ordinary magician."

Although he felt a little embarrassed and annoyed, he wasn't the kind of mediocre person who would use anger to cover up his own incompetence when his mistakes were pointed out. Since the other party saw through the design of his masterpiece at a glance, and even pointed out his mistakes in just a few words, leaving him unable to refute, it was enough to prove that the other party's ability was worthy of the respect he had shown himself.

"But, before commenting on other people's work, you won't even introduce yourself?"

"El-Melloi? I remember now. Minerals." Newton laughed contemptuously after hearing the magician's self-introduction. "Ha, a boring aristocratic brat who claims to have mastered alchemy."

His brains and talents are decent enough, but he was born into the Clock Tower aristocracy, so it's a shame that he was ruined like this.

I had originally wanted to see what modern alchemy had become, but I had no idea it was being wasted in the hands of these people. They occupy the largest manpower, yet they are wasting talent with such ridiculous theories.

The Clock Tower was, after all, his old friend's territory. He must still be alive, perhaps still keeping an eye on it.

Let's give him some face.

Newton glanced at the battlefield below. Berserker and Archer had already engaged in hand-to-hand combat, but for some reason, Berserker suddenly turned his attention to Saber, dragging her into the fray. The Riders on the side seemed to be still watching, their plans uncertain.

Archer→Berserker→Saber

This Berserker's martial prowess was truly a delight to behold, and even under attack from both sides, he held his own. Unfortunately, his sanity had completely vanished; continuing to fight would only strain his Master to death.

"So, the alchemy you use is wrong in its most fundamental concept..." Pulling his thoughts back to the present, Newton was about to continue disciplining future magicians, but the next moment, the most important farce in tonight's farce made him speechless for a moment.

His partner, Xing Qingjiu, who had just disappeared, came back driving a forklift.

Xing Qingwu jumped out of the car, probably intending to let the forklift hit Archer. His courage is commendable.

But the forklift took over Berserker's master.

The Master had already been drained of his magic power to the point of being nearly dead. Perhaps it was because he had cut off the connection between this place and the outside world, forcing him to come in person to stop the rioting Berserker.

Now he was hit by a forklift, and Xing Qingfeng was kneeling beside him, begging him not to die.

The forklift exploded.

"What a farce..." Newton sighed. He naturally summoned Kenneth's Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid into his own hands and waved him away. "Next time, I will personally visit your workshop and prove your stupidity."

"Then I'll be ready for battle in the workshop." Kayneth completely suppressed his embarrassment. Unreasonable arrogance in front of someone whose abilities were clearly far superior to his own would only prove his inferiority. "...Lancer, retreat. This is the end of the night."

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Volume 12: The Alchemist's Apprentice from the Fourth War: . Love Around the Corner

The connection with the familiar "Vision Bug" and the servants was severed.

I originally wanted to seize the opportunity and take decisive action to get rid of Shichen while his servants were fighting, but now there is a big problem.

Expecting the irrational Berserker to correctly judge the situation after losing contact is probably completely unrealistic.

Blood continued to flow from the cracks in his skin, and his capillaries were almost completely ruptured. Even so, the man struggled to keep moving forward on the asphalt. Just lifting the manhole cover had exhausted all his strength. He had not considered this situation when he first decided to approach the battlefield through the sewer. It was a mistake.

The rampaging Berserker continued to drain the man's magic power like a water pump, the Crest Worms within his body constantly devouring his vitality to satisfy the Servant's appetite. However, his body could only bear so much, and if he couldn't stop Berserker before it exceeded its limit...

The man glanced at his withered arm. Through the skin barely clinging to the bone, he could clearly see the engraved worms in his body wriggling non-stop, chewing and devouring his flesh and blood wantonly.

——I might be eaten alive by these insects.

In his current state, the risk of dying immediately if he blindly approached the chaotic battlefield was too great. However, if he didn't stop Berserker, he would undoubtedly die.

It's a complete dilemma, and I can only take a gamble.

"Hour... Hour..." He silently repeated the name of the person he hated, using it to ignite the anger in his heart so that he could endure the severe pain all over his body and keep moving forward.

"..."

"Sakura..."

I'm a little blinded by hatred. Is revenge on Shichen more important than saving Sakura? If I die, who can save Sakura? No, this body must be dead long ago. The corpse spots that crawled onto my face not long ago, the heart that has been completely devoured and replaced by insects. Is this body, on the verge of collapse, still able to move now? Is it thanks to these insects?

What a pity.

I thought of the Servant who claimed to be the Messiah on the battlefield just now. But if there really is a God, if there really is a Messiah—

——Lord, please save Sakura, just save her alone.

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Since Newton has acknowledged him as a companion, he should show the corresponding courage.

If you can only hide behind a great man and rely on him, how can you stand tall and walk with him?

However, it was a self-evident fact that he could do nothing. Although he seemed to be truly invincible, he had just witnessed the intensity of the battle between the Servants. It was definitely not a battle he could intervene in.

So, what else can I do?

Xing Qingjiu, the King of Ideas, quickly remembered what he feared most—

——Mudhead·Car.

As long as he jumped out of the car in time at a certain distance to avoid being dragged into the battlefield, even if the speeding dump truck failed to hit Archer, it would surely provide a pretty good opportunity regardless of whether Archer dodged or faced the attack head-on.

But do I have the courage to face those monsters?

"Even Lord Niu, who's not good at fighting (as he thinks he is), is fighting against those warriors. If I can't even do that, how can I have the nerve to claim to stand with Newton?" Xing Qingfeng shook his head, remembering the archer's provocative words. "Damn it, I'm really being looked down upon."

The dump truck was not found, and the only thing that could be found in this place was a forklift.

"Never mind, that's fine." Xing Qingqiu poured more gasoline on the car, and not satisfied, he even tied several more oil drums to the forklift's cargo rack. Xing Qingqiu scratched his head, but found that he was still headless, which he found strange. So he found a fully enclosed motorcycle helmet nearby and tied it to his shoulders with a rope at the broken neck - his neck was also blown off.

"Ghost Rider Xing Qingfeng, attack!"

He shifted the forklift into the highest gear, but the speed was still not enough. Xing Qingfeng thought of the motorcycle he had just borrowed the helmet for, and his imagination started to run wild again (his imagination was really wild now) -

——He tied the roaring motorcycle to the back of the forklift, locked the handlebars with a rope, leaned back on the forklift and turned the throttle of the motorcycle. Now the speed was much faster.

As they got closer to the battlefield, they couldn't see Newton. Instead, they saw Archer and a black-clad knight engaged in hand-to-hand combat on the ground.

No matter what, adjust the direction, three, two, one, jump!

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I am almost at my destination. The barrier made of silver-white threads that I just stepped over must be the culprit that cut off my connection with my Servant.

After crossing the barrier, although the connection was restored, it was still impossible to control the rampaging Berserker.

After passing the last intersection, we finally arrived at the battlefield.

As long as I can get there...

"Fuck, bro, don't!"

what sound?

Before he could even turn his head to look at the source of the sound, he felt a powerful impact. The man's vision went black, and he completely lost consciousness, collapsing onto the rack of the speeding forklift.

The forklift was still speeding, passing Berserker, who was attacking Archer while chasing Saber, and crashed straight into Archer.

Archer dodged the fin and cried, what a pity.

The forklift, carrying the unconscious man, crashed into a streetlight and ultimately landed on a shipping container. Before Xing Qingfeng could catch up, the powerful explosion nearly ripped the man in half. Berserker, who had fought the two men without losing, was forced to transform into a spirit and withdraw from the battlefield due to a lack of magic power.

Seeing the ragged body flying high in the sky finally falling to the ground like a piece of rag, some people present couldn't bear it and turned their eyes away.

"Brother, are you still alive?" Xing Qingfu knelt beside the man and kept shaking his body...or rather, his corpse in reserve.

The man hadn't died completely thanks to the hard-fighting imprinting worm in his body.

"You truly have the talent to participate in the Holy Grail War." Newton, expressionless, descended to Xing Qingjiu's side and clapped his hands twice. "I never thought the first party to leave would be yours. Your courage is commendable."

"Hahahahahahahahaha!" The archer laughed loudly without caring about his image. "For the sake of your servant, you are willing to sacrifice yourself to try to provide an opportunity? You really are a born jester and clown. In view of your contribution to presenting this farce to relieve my boredom, I will spare your death. Hahahahahahahahaha——"

It was clear that Archer couldn't bear to be part of such a farce any longer. He felt that everyone present was a clown. If he continued to argue with these clowns, it would be unwise and even undermine the king's dignity.

I don't know if he was truly amused and forgave the offense, or if he couldn't stand the ridiculous atmosphere and found a way to leave. In short, the first person to successfully exit the awkward middle-aged social gathering appeared.

It was related to me, I guess. It was such a shame to die in such a stupid farce.

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Newton silently tossed the dying man onto Xing Qingqi's shoulder. Without saying anything, he slowly and silently walked away from the battlefield toward the dock entrance. As the Caster team departed, the barrier on the surface instantly activated, dissolving into the silver spherical droplet beside Newton.

"..."

"This should have been an exhilarating duel, but I didn't expect it to turn into such a farce." Saber's right hand tightly gripped the hilt of the sword. "This is truly an insult to the dignity of a knight."

With his left hand injured and unable to wield a sword, he had gone through two fierce battles. Now, facing the Rider master and servants who were waiting for him, he had to be extremely vigilant.

"Don't be so nervous, King of Britain." Rider pointed at Saber's injured left hand. "I am Iskandar, the King of Conquerors. I disdain to do such despicable things as taking advantage of others in distress. Oh, it seems Lancer has already left first?"

"Rider!"

"Have you forgotten what I told you?" With a snap, another crisp blow struck the poor Master's forehead. "Have you forgotten what true 'conquest' means? If I were to take advantage of someone's misfortune and defeat the King of Britain, how could I possibly convince her?... Why did you faint?"

"...So what exactly are you doing here?"

"I haven't thought about this question. Whatever the reason, whatever the purpose, if I win, future generations will write a letter to me. We just need to do what we want."

"As the ruler of a nation, you don't even think about your strategy before taking action?"

"It seems you have a problem with my kingly way." Rider laughed nonchalantly, "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, that's right, how can the kingly ways be compatible?

"After you have finished your relationship with Lancer, you can fight me again. We'll see you later!"

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"The Assassin monitoring Xing Qingjiu reported that everything was normal, but when I later sent another Assassin to monitor him, I discovered that Xing Qingjiu wasn't there at all."

"In this case, it can be basically concluded that this was Caster's doing."

　"The Master of the Seventh Servant, Caster, can be confirmed to be Xing Qingfeng."

"If what Caster said is true, I wonder which faction's Messiah that person is from. If it's that person... No, it's impossible. How could a fake Holy Grail summon that Son of Man?" Kotomine Ri was rubbing his temple in distress. "These are troubled times... What excuse can I use to cover up the battle that just happened? Sigh..."

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Volume 13: The Alchemist's Apprenticeship from the Fourth World War: . Newton's Alchemy Lesson

He ordered Xing Qingjiu to buy some minerals. Using the human body as the first lesson for an alchemist was really too extravagant.

To erase the marking bugs from a man's body and actually use this method, which is completely equivalent to suicide, to gain magic power and become a magician, is really...sigh.

"Teacher, I've bought all the materials you requested." Xing Qingfeng was carrying a large bag of ore and a handful of thermometers. "Mercury was really hard to find, but I managed to get some."

"Call me teacher..." Newton smiled awkwardly. "When I was young, I always thought those students who skipped classes every day were ignorant and stupid. I couldn't communicate with them. After 17 years of teaching, there were only three people who could barely be called students..."

In fact, after Newton became the Lucasian Professor, in his long 17-year teaching career, it is said that only a small group of students attended his first class. Since the second class, and even every class in the next 17 years -

——His classrooms are almost empty.

During his 17-year career, few students attended his lectures, and even fewer could understand the teachings of this genius. He needed to fulfill his teaching responsibilities to get paid, and he had to read the lecture notes to the air for a sufficient amount of time in each class.

It is somewhat comforting that college students back then were just like college students today. Skipping classes was a common occurrence, and even the chief lecturer on campus at the time had encountered the embarrassing situation of no one showing up.

"Over two hundred years later, Isaac Newton, having severed ties with the Magic Association and the academic world, enrolled his fourth student." He ended his recollection with a self-deprecating remark, but judging by the smile on his face, he was quite pleased. "Alright, let's begin today's lesson. Go melt the sulfur we bought with kerosene."