Magician in Type-Moon

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"You know Sizhen from the Spiral Pavilion's Hōi-rō, right?"

She spoke softly into the air.

Without a doubt, the other party was hiding in the shadows, watching all of this.

Were they participants in the Fim Ship Feast? Eliminating other competitors before the second game begins is indeed a common tactic of the Clock Tower.

However, the only response was silence.

"It seems you're planning to play dumb."

Ye Sizhen gently extended her right hand.

Then, one by one, the dolls and masks buried in the rubble emerged, forming a circle, as if they existed to protect her.

She carefully picked up one of the dolls, while extending her other hand.

The hand was manipulating a tightly closed seashell.

"Opening and closing (starting from this)."

This is the key to connecting oneself with the mind.

Similar to the spells in Western magic, which are generally divided into two types, the method of self-modification is similar.

At her command, the seashell opened, and the inner cursed body gently traced lines on her bare face.

Immediately, a mask-like face appeared on Sizhen's face, with lips as bright as rubies and eyes with bluish-purple corners—almost at the same moment, a dull thud came from her feet, and sparks flew among the rubble.

"It's a sniper shot."

Ye Sizhen said casually, without a trace of panic in her voice.

"However, women can change. Although this is similar to the Peacock Guardian Spell, it is absolutely impossible for a shot of this magnitude to penetrate it."

Her words were light, yet they contained confidence in her technique.

She draws "power" from within through makeup, performing a mental magic of possession.

This technique, though rare in the Spiral Pavilion, is perfectly suited to her characteristics.

Since ancient times, makeup has been believed to ward off evil spirits, especially makeup around the eyes, which can effectively block curses and diseases.

This was not only a folk belief in certain regions, but also a privilege of the upper class, such as priests.

These subtle magic tricks were too much for her to bear, not even a glance from her.

Even simple magical rituals (Ten Count) pose no threat to her.

"So, I've found you..."

She sneered, having already seen through the trajectory of the sniper bullet, and jumped up without hesitation.

Like a demonic bird flapping its wings, the morning air of Monaco was torn apart by her cheongsam, rapidly shortening the distance by tens of meters.

She landed steadily on the roof of a nearby building, glaring angrily at the figure that had just been hiding.

He's a small opponent.

The man wore a rugged, full-face helmet, and his body was covered in armor plates and a motorcycle suit. His entire body was almost invisible, as if he were a black hole, hidden within.

The sniper rifle lying at his feet was the very weapon he had just used to try and kill Ye Sizhen.

Faced with this strange attire, Ye Sizhen showed no fear whatsoever; instead, a cold smile appeared on her lips.

"I'm coming!"

She laughed seductively.

Her gaze could rival the demonic eyes of a high-ranking being.

Her original training in mental magic, combined with the privileges granted by the magicians of the Wandering Sea, allows her to dispel any modern magic trick, regardless of its type.

The more effort is used to dispel the magic, the more the user will waver.

If the magic was created to kill Ye Sizhen, his spirit would inevitably be affected.

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Chapter 462 The Heirs of Justice

The effect was surprisingly weak.

The opponent set up a magic trick, but its strength was far below Ye Sizhen's expectations.

So, what exactly happened?

"Spiral Pavilion, Ye Sizhen, evaluation value changed. Rank promoted by three levels."

As the inorganic sound came, the other party suddenly bent down and then threw something forward.

Ye Sizhen saw a black metal block roll out of her slender hand.

It appears to be a hand grenade.

“——Tsk!”

With a thought, Ye Sizhen instantly activated a disguise technique, transforming the grenade's surface into an ordinary clod of earth. The grenade's lethality mostly comes from the shrapnel scattered during the explosion; changing its surface significantly reduced the threat.

She then used her "enhanced" leg strength to quickly escape the blast radius.

"What?! What is this?!"

The other party's astonished voice was filled with barely concealed anger, and Ye Sizhen couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion, the thought "I knew it" quickly appearing in her mind.

"Magician?"

She stared at him, her tone cold. In that instant, she had already discerned his method.

He doesn't seem like a magician who dedicates himself to magic; he's more like a heretic who simply uses magic as a tool.

This is similar to Western thought magic, in which such people are often given derogatory titles.

However, Ye Sizhen always felt that there was something wrong with this opponent.

The sizzling, searing feeling she had was something she dared not take lightly.

Since that's the case—

She cannot be passive; she must leverage her strengths.

She touched the doll in her arms, and a thought struck her.

No mnemonic is needed; this is what the Clock Tower calls a project.

She unleashed the magic formulas incorporated into the puppets with overwhelming speed.

However, as if he had seen through her thoughts, her opponent suddenly snuggled into her arms.

The moment she injected her vital energy, a powerful punch from the side slammed into her heart, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

The supply of vital energy (Od) was immediately interrupted.

Immediately afterwards, her opponent followed her like a shadow, unleashing a relentless barrage of martial arts attacks, giving her no opening to unleash her techniques.

Of course, Ye Sizhen also used the "enhancement" to exert superhuman physical abilities, but her opponents always managed to achieve better results than her due to their slightly inferior performance.

"Could it be that you are—"

The strong sense of incongruity finally made Ye Sizhen realize that she had made a mistake in judgment.

She felt that all-knowing, overwhelming speed of thought, which could almost predict her every move.

Not only that, but her ability to quickly utilize physical intelligence processing skills also stunned her.

She knew of this ability—

The superpowers are called High-Speed ​​Thinking and Segmented Thinking.

"You are from the Atlas Academy—"

Before he could finish speaking, the air suddenly crackled.

Just then, the motorcycle-suited opponent suddenly sprouted a chainsaw vertically from his wrist.

The chainsaw easily tore open the hem of Ye Sizhen's "reinforced" cheongsam, even though it was made of fabric with almost the highest blade-resistant properties.

The chainsaw's sharpness far surpassed modern technology, completely disregarding her protective gear.

Ye Sizhen almost gritted her teeth and pulled back with all her might to create distance between herself and her opponent.

"The Rogue Alchemist!"

She whispered, finally recognizing the other person.

Most mind magicians belong to the Spiral Mansion; however, there are other places outside the Spiral Mansion where mind magic can be learned.

The relationship between Western magicians and the Clock Tower is similar; as the center of the Magic Association, the Clock Tower provides the ideal learning environment for magic.

Therefore, it is not uncommon for magicians to live in seclusion.

However, the relationship between the Atlas Institute and alchemists is completely the opposite.

The alchemy originating from the Atlas Institute can almost only be learned within its walls, and the details of this alchemy are kept strictly secret. Weapons and other items and techniques are hidden deep underground and not to be leaked.

As a rare exception, the branches of the Atlas Institute that existed in history are considered the source. Although there have been rumors of the existence of eccentric alchemists, it is generally believed that they have been extinct for a long time.

I never expected to encounter such a rare species in a place like this.

In that case, the barrier that concealed the collapsed building wasn't created by magic, but rather by Atlas Institute's technology?

The tension surged instantly, and Ye Sizhen asked.

"Who are you?"

"I don't have a name to tell you."

then.

"If you wish to address me, please use the name given to me during the mission. Just."

The figure made a strange declaration.

This word has been used as a baptismal name since ancient times, but it has a special meaning in Old French.

--justice.