Magician in Type-Moon

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God of Night Calamity, Lord of the Underworld.

The breath of death from the underworld, an extreme chill descended.

The frost quickly covered the ground, spreading outwards along the cracks, instantly freezing the constantly seeping seawater into glistening ice pillars.

Although it cannot reach absolute zero.

Although it did not reach absolute zero, the cold of the Breath of the Underworld was still terrifyingly suffocating.

The seawater that seeped in, even as it tried to rush in under immense pressure, was instantly frozen into ice walls.

Through the crystal-clear ice, one can vaguely see the seawater churning on the outside, but it is difficult to penetrate further.

"It's under control for now, but time is limited," Matou Ike said in a low voice.

At the same time, the holographic image became even clearer under the reflection of the ice.

The ice surface is like a mirror, refracting the projected light and patterns to create even more complex textures.

The edges of the phantom shimmered slightly, displaying an unusual dynamism. It was the unique glow of data streams converging and being interpreted, like a rotating planet whose surface was covered with dense symbols and patterns.

"That's... Elgo?"

A red-haired youth dressed in ancient costume gradually takes shape through the projection and combination of phantoms.

"This is Elgo...? The one you were talking about, the Ghoul?"

The mechanical bird Ptolemy froze, staring at the phantom that appeared there.

This is completely unlike the attitude of the mechanical bird that has been complacent until now, simply because it is a backup and cannot do much.

Even the close-quarters combat with the rampaging guards was forgotten in that instant.

Ptolemy's entire consciousness was imprisoned by the illusions of youth.

"Do you know him?" Matou Ike asked.

"he is……"

The mechanical bird called out to the phantom, and several illusory colors lit up in its eyes.

"No, this is..."

"He was once a pharaoh," he said.

"The heir to the Conqueror... the son of Iskandar... Alexander IV..."

"How is that possible? Are you delusional? Or is there a problem with some component?" someone asked.

That doesn't seem wrong, after all, he was a historical figure from 2,300 years ago.

Matou Ike simply watched the projection quietly, occasionally glancing at the expressions of the others, seemingly lost in thought.

"Are you sure?" someone else asked.

"I cannot be mistaken!"

The mechanical bird, for the first time, cried out with emotion.

"Do you know how many times I have wanted to welcome that great man here! Do you know how much I desire that great man to reign as Pharaoh over my land!"

Meanwhile, the situation had become extremely urgent.

The osmotic pressure created by the seabed thousands of meters below the surface cannot be completely blocked by solid ice.

Matouike even sensed magical fluctuations in the flow of the seawater.

In other words, this was also produced through manipulation.

Seeing Pharaoh Ptolemy's reaction, Latio suddenly spoke.

"...This data has been protected by hundreds of layers of defense."

On her wrist, objects resembling piano keyboards spread out.

It is a bone instrument made from an external body.

With this performance, she drew out the phantom from the ancient intelligence hidden in this region.

Even Latio didn't immediately realize that it was a stealthy worm that had infiltrated the target of the intrusion. In modern times, it would be called a computer virus, but the Atlas Institute at that time had already developed it to this level.

"The Great Library of Alexandria's security mechanisms? It seems that the people who built the Great Library of Alexandria considered the possibility of alchemists from the Atlas Institute infiltrating it."

Matou Pond continuously applies cold air to the seawater that tries to rush in through the cracks.

The expenditure of grappling with nature is indeed quite significant.

"Latio also failed to anticipate this, which is why his response was so late."

Her dignified face was filled with a quiet tension.

"Setting up a strong defense and launching an attack on the intervening entity are theoretically different things. In other words, this data is indeed that important, isn't it? Is that why Cipher fell victim to it?"

she murmured.

Latio's brother, who died three years ago in the Sea of ​​Alexandria.

"Latio, this is what you said when you interpreted this mural. The alchemists of the Atlas Institute who created this place prepared multiple candidates of gods for Elgo to devour. And the fourth pillar—the god who returned the gods—is that thing still in this great library?"

Compared to other data, Matou Ike was more interested in this.

This was also one of the purposes of Matouchi and Medea's journey—to acquire more divine bodies.

"I don't know about Latio, but if it still exists, it should be placed in the management office on the fourth floor of this library."

"Is that so?" Matou Ike smiled, then said, "I have some bad news for you. It seems I'm about to break down... If you have any ideas, please use them."

"Huh?! Are you kidding me?!" Tica, Monarch Meastia's assistant, exclaimed in surprise.

Medea glanced at Matouchi, seemingly understanding something.

Just then, a nimble figure flew out.

It was Pharaoh Ptolemy.

The birds that flew in from the entrance of the area had lost their usual composure.

Instead, what overflowed in that small body was an unprecedented anger.

It flapped its wings, which were made of several steel plates, and roared from its throat.

"I will not allow anyone to harm this tomb!"

Maintaining its rage, it transformed into a powerful light that enveloped everyone around it.

Matou Pond had long since receded, and seawater was rushing out from the cracks.

The salty liquid, accompanied by the cracking sound of the ice walls, was like the whisper of the earth, or the roar of the abyss.

It tears the earth apart and shatters the air.

But just as it was about to overwhelm everyone, other unusual events occurred again.

"A request regarding the first type of concealment has been received."

Matouike remembered that voice.

I've never heard of it from anything physical.

Rather, it is a voice produced by highly advanced technology in the spiritual realm.

"Request through the first type of concealment. Request to halt the Guardians and activate the subspace communication mechanism."

In the waves that had already submerged more than half of their bodies, "bubbles" gushed out as if overflowing.

Rainbow-colored bubbles emerge from the crystal sea.

The bubbles seemed to have their own will, flowing and surrounding this area.

Although the scenery is very fantastical, it secretly implies that one should never linger there.

However, when faced with high-pressure water flow, that may be the only chance of survival.

.........

He swam in the water, letting the high-pressure water jets wash over his body.

A place where ordinary people could not survive at all, was only a place that made Matou Ike feel a little uncomfortable.

Medea swam up from behind him, and as countless bubbles surged towards them, only the two of them had already planned to dodge away.

"I never expected it to be a time bubble. I thought this technology had already disappeared by the time of my birth."

"It's impossible for modern technology to exist. You haven't forgotten that this library was originally a product of the late Age of Gods, have you?"

Matou Ike smiled. Although it seemed impossible to laugh underwater, he did indeed laugh.

"However, this way we can rule out the Pharaoh as a suspect. If he had orchestrated this himself, he wouldn't have saved the others at this time."

Medea leaned close to Matou Ike's ear and said.

"That's true, but the truth of the matter actually has nothing to do with us... You haven't actually become addicted to playing detective games, have you?"

"It's nothing, I just think this kind of trip seems pretty good."

Chapter 407 Time of the Crime (4k)

The Alexandria Library had an excellent drainage system from the very beginning of its construction.

It seems that they had long anticipated that this place, brimming with human wisdom, would one day sink into the sea.

After the seawater overflowed the entire third level, the drainage system began to operate.

Large amounts of seawater began to flow outwards.

As for the opening through which seawater kept pouring in, it is also beginning to recover through the self-repair mechanism of the Great Library.

Like the guardians of those aliens, it can continue to work and repair itself as long as its core is not completely destroyed.

This was something Matouike had already anticipated.

The so-called "can't hold on" was just to speed up the process of this trip.

The results achieved were also remarkable.

Under this pressure, Pharaoh Ptolemy revealed the authority he could truly utilize.