Magician in Type-Moon

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Tica hesitated for a moment, then grasped the hand.

The moment they touched, an indescribable rhythm flowed through my palm, like some kind of high-level ritual unfolding silently.

Her breathing became smoother, the pressure on her heart gradually lessened, the flow of magic within her body stabilized, and she even felt a sense of harmony she had never experienced before.

"This, this is..."

She looked up at her monarch with an incredulous expression, "Divine Magic...?"

Snapped!

Measia snapped her fingers lightly, and magic seemed to respond, gathering into a spiral that she instantly collected between her fingers.

“That’s right, little Tika.”

He smiled and spoke in a light voice, as if announcing the success of a prank, or as if showing the world the true flair of a magician.

Chapter 621 The New Temple of Gods (4k)

"Lady Meastia, how could you...?"

Tika's voice trembled noticeably with disbelief as she began to speak—

Before Tica could finish speaking, Meastia interrupted her.

Meastia seemed to have already anticipated her question, his face bearing his usual slightly mysterious and composed smile.

"I guess you want to ask how 'I' came to have the ability to unleash divine magic, is that right?"

Meastia smiled.

He pinpointed the core question that Tikaka was nagging at him.

As the monarch of the Archaeology Department, he knew better than anyone how revolutionary the fact that he could now perform Age of Gods magic was to Tica, an archaeology researcher who was well-versed in the workings of Age of Gods magic.

Tica stared blankly as her monarch nodded.

She was in a state of having her cognition forcibly torn apart, and could only nod mechanically. Her pink pigtails forgot to sway, and her eyes behind her glasses were filled with confusion and an urgent need for answers.

"That's because I've already made contact with the temple."

Meastia continued.

He offered his answer, his tone as casual as if he were talking about something trivial.

"A temple? Wasn't the 'God of Magic' only just born? Where did this temple come from?"

Tika was somewhat bewildered.

This answer not only failed to clear things up, but actually made Tica even more confused.

She almost blurted out the rebuttal. As a core researcher in the archaeology department, the ironclad rules of ancient magic were clearly imprinted in her mind:

That is to make a pact with the gods.

The temple is essential for concluding such a covenant.

In other words, the temple acts as a data transfer station between magicians and gods.

In the age of gods, sacrificial ceremonies were generally conducted in temples.

The temple is the core hub, the essential medium! Without the temple as a "base station" and "protocol converter," the magic circuits of modern magicians simply cannot directly bear, understand, and invoke the immense power and rules from the gods.

This is like trying to read the neural signals of an ancient organism directly through a modern computer's USB interface; without a specific "decoder" and "buffer," the result will inevitably be burnt out.

Their relationship is similar to that of Kiz, Bai Ruolong, Ye Sizhen, and others back then.

Bai Ruolong is the deity, Kiz is the temple, and Ye Sizhen and others are magicians.

Although Ye Sizhen and the others formed a contract with Bai Ruolong, without Kiz, the magic of the Divine Era would still be difficult for them to control.

Tica instantly recalled this classic case. As the physical carrier of the temple and the core of the ritual, Kiz was an indispensable bridge connecting the deity Bai Ruolong with magicians like Ye Sizhen.

Without Kiz as a "temple", Ye Sizhen and the others would have a contract but would not be able to reliably and safely perform the magic of the Age of Gods.

In theory, with the birth of the "God of Magic," magic in the Age of Gods became possible again.

But this will take time! A new temple system belonging to this new god needs to be established! The covenant needs to be concluded and the rituals prepared!

But the fact that the man before her, the Archaeology Department's monarch, Meastia, directly used magic from the Age of Gods overturned her previous understanding.

Meastia's actions completely skipped the two crucial steps of "waiting for the temple to be built" and "completing the covenant ceremony"!

It's like he connected his phone to a 5G network before the new base station was even built, which completely violates the underlying logic of how the magic of the Age of Gods works, as Tica knows it!

Could it be that?

Meastia looked at Tica's expression, which seemed to indicate that her worldview was about to crumble, and a knowing smile flashed in her eyes.

Seemingly noticing Tica's confusion, Meastia spoke up:

"It's very simple, because the temple of the 'God of Magic' was built before the 'gods' were even born."

His tone was as casual as if he were talking about the weather, but the content was like a thunderclap!

"It's finished..."

Tika murmured, the two words rolling between her lips, yet weighing a ton.

Her thoughts were like stuck gears, struggling to turn.

"...No way...Could it be..." A possibility that was too huge, too terrifying, and almost too dangerous to contemplate coiled around her heart like a cold, venomous snake.

“That’s right!” Meastia’s smile instantly blossomed, carrying a pure joy that was almost like a child’s successful prank.

"This temple is so extravagant that it has emptied the clock tower's most valuable assets!"

He spoke as if he were showing off a masterpiece, his tone devoid of any guilt or heaviness, only the satisfaction of having accomplished a great feat.

It's as if "hollowing out the clock tower's most important asset" is an incredibly interesting and celebratory thing.

As for the most important property of the Clock Tower, what is it?

There's absolutely no need for Meastia to explain.

Tica had already naturally grasped it.

There's no need for even thinking! In the Clock Tower, in the minds of all magicians, there is only one thing that can be equated with "the most important possession"—

However, this really surprised Tika.

It almost made her jaw drop.

Shock struck her consciousness like a massive hammer blow. She felt dizzy, and her jaw almost dislocated.

Because this is the foundation upon which the clock tower was built—

—The Great Tomb of Albion.

These few words exploded in her mind! The one that supported the Clock Tower's millennia-old foundation, contained endless mysteries and power, and was regarded as one of the ultimate treasures of the magic world—Albion, the Tomb of the Spirits!

That was no ordinary ley line mineral deposit, but a massive remnant left behind by the last dragon of antiquity, a true planetary wonder!

It was actually... transformed into a temple?! This is practically like taking the original Mona Lisa apart and using it as a door panel!

Is there anything more outrageous than this?

What are this generation of monarchs thinking?

Are they preparing to conquer the world?

Or are they preparing to destroy the world?

Tica's thoughts were in complete chaos and boiling over! This was beyond ambition; it was utter madness!

The purpose and consequences of transforming such a fundamental entity into a temple were completely beyond her comprehension.

Conquest? Destruction? Neither of these can adequately describe even a fraction of it!

Also, when did the Clock Tower gain complete control of the maze?

Prior to this Grand Order decision, they were still discussing whether to continue excavating the Great Tomb of Albion.

Now they tell her that the Clock Tower has completely taken control of the ancient dragon's body.

A sense of absurdity overwhelmed her like a cold tide. Just recently, the Grand Council had been debating whether to continue "carefully mining" the dregs of this labyrinth.

As if overnight, they transformed from scavengers picking up scattered scales at the entrance to the dragon's lair into creators capable of dissecting the dragon and reshaping its core?!

There's an absurd feeling, like yesterday we were traveling by horse-drawn carriage, but today we're in a spaceship.

absurd!

That's absolutely absurd!

What about the steam age, electrical age, information age, and intelligent age in between?

Was it just omitted like that?

It's like a student who enters the Clock Tower for the first time without being awarded a rank, suddenly transforming into a Grand Magus.

That's absolutely hilarious.

The cognitive shock brought about by this technological gap is too great, as if it spans countless civilization eras.

It completely violates the basic logic of the development of things and brutally tramples on Tika's belief in "gradual progress" as a researcher.

This feeling is a hundred times more bizarre than a novice suddenly claiming to be a Grand Master!

Tika felt like she was dreaming.

She was almost always by the side of the monarch of Meastia.

But she only found out about this just now.

This is the place that terrifies and distorts her most.

As Meastia's closest assistant, she believed she had access to a great deal of core secrets of the Archaeology Department and even the Clock Tower.

However, she was completely unaware of such a groundbreaking event that could rewrite the foundations of magic history! This caused her to strongly shake her self-awareness and perception of reality.

"Am I dreaming?" Tica pinched the soft flesh on her waist.

"Hey! It hurts!"

It seems I'm not dreaming, Tica thought to herself.