Magician in Type-Moon

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The man in the hunting hat looked down at the sand beneath his feet, then looked up, seemingly not answering her question directly, but instead speaking in a slightly impatient tone:

"The entire Mafia has mobilized to search for that wandering alchemist. After all, this city isn't very big, and no matter how cleverly he hides his tail, as long as we mobilize manpower for a thorough search, we'll find clues sooner or later."

Indeed, with so many people killed, it's no wonder things turned out that way.

His tone was filled with urgency and determination, as if he were determined to find that unsettling "wandering alchemist" on the edge of this ocean no matter what.

The "mafia" he spoke of seemed to have already decided to pay any price to achieve this goal—not only for revenge, but also to maintain their face and status in the city.

Chapter 495 Attack

"Even so, we still can't find him. After all, he just used such an exaggerated method as explosion and disintegration to immediately invade the Deathline Joy Ship."

The man in the hunting hat sighed, a hint of helplessness in his voice.

“I heard that the Magic Mafia kidnaps girls for magic rituals,” Maris Billy suddenly asked, sounding somewhat curious.

The man in the hunting hat didn't seem to care, his eyes narrowing slightly: "...That was just an excuse I used to kidnap women I didn't like."

This answer was more straightforward than I expected.

Maris Billy thought about it and realized that it didn't seem disappointing at all; in fact, it was surprisingly acceptable.

For these magicians affiliated with the Mafia, magic is merely a tool, not their purpose or means of survival. Like a pen or a gun, they use them simply to survive.

Not far away, the coastline began to become messy. The man in the hunting hat stopped and walked towards the edge of the harbor, where the shadows of large yachts and warehouses obscured the view, making him seem out of place with the surrounding scenery.

“I just found the target on the map.” The man in the hunting hat pointed to the sea ahead. “Since it’s drawn like that, I think it’s probably around here. Look, the fog is over there.”

Following his gaze, Ye Sizhen saw that on the distant sea, fog was gradually gathering and spreading. The fog looked unusually thick, as if it had been created specifically for some purpose.

"At Fem's ship banquet, the Deathline Joy Ship always changes course, always accompanied by a special fog. If that wandering alchemist has invaded, he should have left from this area in his private yacht."

The man in the hunting hat shrugged. "Let me make this clear, I'm not going to prepare a yacht for you."

Ye Sizhen focused her gaze, pondered for a moment, and nodded slightly: "I think there should be a way to solve that." Her tone was unwavering, clearly showing that she was confident in her ability to do so.

“Thank you,” Maris Billy suddenly said, thanking the man in the hunting hat in a low voice.

The man in the hunting hat sneered and waved his hand: "Who cares about you? You bastards, go fight it yourselves, go die yourselves."

He knew perfectly well why the other person was thanking him, but he wasn't prepared to accept their kindness.

He said, and turned to leave.

However, he hadn't taken more than a few steps when he suddenly stopped. A crisp "bang" came from the port, and then a semi-transparent wall suddenly appeared around them, enclosing a space with a radius of about ten meters.

The man in the hunting hat hurriedly turned around, preparing to turn back, but as soon as he touched the transparent wall, he immediately made a "thud" sound and his whole body fell down violently.

“That is…” Ye Sizhen turned around quickly, her gaze sharp. She immediately understood that this was no ordinary barrier. The flickering light and the unconscious state of the gang members indicated that it might possess electromagnetic properties.

Suddenly, bubbles began to rise to the surface of the sea.

"This—!" Ye Sizhen's eyes widened.

Several cylindrical metal objects kept rising from the sea surface, one after another breaking through the water and ascending into the air. They looked very strange; they had no propellers or balloons. So, how did they maintain buoyancy?

Ye Sizhen narrowed her eyes slightly, quickly confirming her guess: "A drone?"

Is it some kind of autonomous weapon?

In some regions, a group of weapons known as unmanned aerial vehicles includes drones.

In less than a decade, modern warfare will be decided by this type of autonomous weapon.

However, this is not simply a modern weapon.

They lack traditional propellers or airbags, but their surfaces are inlaid with wondrous crystals. These crystals grant them buoyancy. This is clearly a fusion of modern weaponry and alchemy.

In other words, this is—

"A hybrid of modern weaponry and alchemy!" Ye Sizhen's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately realized. This must be a defensive device set up by a rogue alchemist to prevent pursuers.

As a secondary objective, it should be set up to launch an attack as soon as Marisbury is discovered.

Ye Sizhen quickly jumped away, dodging the oncoming gunfire.

She quickly connected with the mind disk, and long, thin strands of hair extended like spider legs, swiftly destroying the surrounding drones.

However, although most of them were destroyed, half of them still broke through her defenses and continued their charge toward their target.

"Tsk!" Ye Sizhen felt a surge of anxiety. She followed closely behind, but each time she made a move, the drones easily dodged her.

Their evasive speed and precision far exceeded her expectations, appearing exceptionally accurate. Her eyes were fixed on the aircraft, realizing that their movements were not simply based on physical agility.

This agility cannot be explained by simple free flight. Ye Sizhen instantly realized that these drones might be using prediction technology from Atlas Institute—future prediction.

Do alchemists possess such foresight that they can even replicate these high-tech weapons?

"What should I do?" Ye Sizhen asked herself. She quickly assessed the current situation—although she had the ability to destroy these drones one by one, there were simply too many of them.

Each one was like a precisely controlled mechanical image; no matter how she launched her attack, she could always predict her own actions within a very small space and skillfully evade them.

"As long as we completely block their escape routes, we can deal with them one by one." Ye Sizhen quickly thought of a solution.

She knew that as long as she blocked all possible escape routes, these drones would lose their chance to flee and would eventually be destroyed. But facing such a large number of enemies, her advantage was becoming increasingly smaller.

Clenching her teeth, Ye Sizhen faced a difficult choice.

“These drones are armed with conventional weapons.” She realized that although the drones’ attacks were precise and deadly, they did not possess any special magical or alchemical abilities.

She speculated that if she could weaken their attack paths in one fell swoop, she might be able to turn the tide.

However, further delays would only complicate matters further. More importantly, the safety of Monaco's citizens has become another source of pressure that she must consider.

"We must resolve this as soon as possible." Ye Sizhen gritted her teeth and decided to take a more radical approach.

She uses her mind to establish a closer connection with her surroundings, attempting to manipulate objects and create obstacles to block the drone's escape route.

At the same time, she pushed her movements to the limit, trying to eliminate as many threats as possible in the shortest amount of time.

But time waits for no one. Every drone she missed will continue to put pressure on her, gradually closing in.

Chapter 496 New Players

While Ye Sizhen was pondering countermeasures—

Marisbury suddenly whispered, "Stars, begin." With his command, stars born from the void streaked across the sky like shooting stars, hurtling towards the swarm of drones.

The brilliance of the stars tore through the air, and the powerful magic instantly compressed the surrounding space to the point of almost shattering it, as if the power of the universe had been injected into this small battlefield.

That was the power of the ring Solomon once possessed, dazzling magic that slowly consumed the surrounding air and matter.

However, to Ye Sizhen's dismay, despite the fierce impact of these stars, the drone swarm still dodged like ghosts.

Every arc of the star's trajectory was swiftly evaded by those ingenious machines. Their evasion techniques seemed to have reached an impenetrable level.

"Was it still too much of a stretch?" Maris Billy asked himself in a low voice, a hint of resentment flashing in his eyes.

Ye Sizhen's heart skipped a beat: "These guys are probably equipped with the same future prediction system as the Atlas Institute! The more attacks they launch, the easier it is to deal with them!"

The drone swarm quickly changed formation, clearly having begun to adopt more precise tactics based on the information gathered during the battle.

They no longer attacked simply as before, but began to maintain a perfect distance from each other. Their exquisite coordination made them like a flock of fierce eagles, circling around Marisbury and launching a surprise attack in close coordination.

The metallic floating machinery descended rapidly from above Marisbury's head, like a cold shadow of death, lunging at him.

Maris Billy's movements may seem slow, but they are full of rhythm.

While dodging precisely, he concentrated his mind and quickly focused his thoughts on the ring.

Although he was not a magician specializing in combat, he surprisingly handled the situation with remarkable ease.

"Should we use that grand magic trick again..." Maris Billy smirked slightly.

His magic began to flow, surging into the ring in his hand, converging like a turbulent sea, and bursts of light erupted from his magic circuit.

That radiance was like a divine revelation descending from the heavens.

A dazzling golden light burst forth from the ring in Marisbury's hand, gradually condensing into a shining star.

Tiny flames swirled around the gold, just as tiny flames swirled around the surface of a star, as if the burning light and sacred power were intertwined, projecting an aura of solemnity.

That feeling is like something out of Greek mythology—

The authority held by a particularly famous deity.

That aura seemed to transcend anything in the mortal world.

The name of the sun god is Apollo.

Its original meaning is radiance.

Golden stars burst forth in the sky, unleashing countless flames like divine punishment. The flames spread with irresistible speed, mercilessly piercing through the swarm of drones surrounding Marisbury.

.........

The atmosphere inside the round table room was unusually tense. Everyone was already seated, ready for the upcoming battle. This time, Matou Ike and Medea seemed to be the last to arrive, yet the seating arrangement remained the same as in the first battle.

"—Then, let's begin the second battle." The dealer's words broke the silence, announcing the arrival of this moment.

A heavy sense of oppression filled the air, as if the events that had been unfolding in Monaco had been condensed into a tiny powder keg on this round table, ready to explode at any moment.

There was not a sound, except for the dealer's announcement. It was as if the focus of the entire world was on this game, and an ancient, silent atmosphere enveloped everyone.

Van Fem, Isilid, Alette, Matouchi, and the other contestants sat silently at the table, as if they were not just waiting for a game, but participating in a sacred ritual. Each of them had different intentions and calculations in their eyes.

The dealer spoke again: "First, please confirm the contestants' information."

As the words fell, the tablet in everyone's hand simultaneously displayed new information, and everyone began to pay attention to their devices.

“By the way, there’s something I want to tell you.” Van Fem suddenly broke the silence, his voice deep and steady.

"Additional rules or something?" Isilid asked casually, and Van Fem shook his head.

“No, that’s not good. The rules of gambling should be clearly defined from the beginning to ensure fairness, shouldn’t they?” Van Fem said seriously, his tone filled with unwavering determination.

“Well, he was a special guest anyway. Although he used the same coin, he only challenged me to a duel, which had nothing to do with the banquet on the ship,” Van Fem continued.

"Oh, what a peculiar entertainment program."

Alette seemed amused, raising an eyebrow and a slight smile playing on her lips.

"Then it doesn't matter to us."