Magician in Type-Moon

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However, this magic system is not without its flaws.

The spiritual veins of Babylon and London are completely different. This magical system, which works perfectly in London, will become flawed when it is moved to Babylon.

This is like forcibly placing a European castle on quicksand. As long as a point of entry is found and the balance of the spiritual veins is slightly disrupted, this exquisite system will transform from an impregnable castle into a gladiatorial arena filled with violent energy.

So there is still a chance; we just need to address this issue.

This is probably what the struggle of the weak is like.

If you don't want to huddle in a corner of the room with your knees drawn up to your chest and feel isolated, then you have to do everything you can to fight for it.

so......

"let's start!"

"Ok!"

A brief response rang out from the silence, as if it had been rehearsed countless times.

Webber and Melvin drew several hidden symbols in the air in perfect unison, magic flowing from their fingertips and merging into the surrounding space in an instant.

Their presence and figures quickly vanished into the shadows of the corner, like two illusory ghosts lurking in the crevices.

The opportunity is here.

"go!"

Without hesitation, Weber stepped forward and rushed into the depths of the ceremony grounds with Melvin.

In this exposed ruin, the main position of the ley line is exceptionally clear—it is located in the center of the Balzan workshop, directly beneath the complex machinery used to maintain the barrier.

This machine resembles a crooked tower, with a rough structure but hidden secrets. Various runes and lines are coiled on the metal surface, constantly absorbing energy from the spiritual veins to maintain the operation of the entire magic system.

However, this is not the only key point.

The spiritual vein here has more than one exit; other energy nodes should also be scattered around the workshop.

Although Weber and Melvin did not know the exact locations of those nodes, they could deduce their general direction from the distribution of people on site.

Webber and Melvin stealthily made their way to the area where the guards were gathered, their eyes scanning back and forth among the armed guards.

They are not good at fighting, but there is no need for a direct confrontation at this moment.

"With the help of suggestive magic, as long as I don't get caught, I can handle it," Webber silently reminded himself.

The concealment spells they had just cast around them had taken effect, making their auras as thin as mist, hidden in the chaotic fluctuations of the spiritual veins.

Melvin snapped his fingers lightly, with his usual teasing tone: "Does it feel like playing hide-and-seek? Webber, don't worry, there won't be any problems with this little thing."

Weber didn't respond, but focused intently on the direction of those nodes.

Based on the guards' positions, they had roughly deduced the locations of at least three secondary ley lines.

These nodes are like the arteries of the workshop. If a curse mark that disturbs the spiritual veins is inscribed in them, the main system will be forced to adjust itself and eventually fall into chaos.

Using concealment techniques as cover, they quietly moved through the ruins of the workshop, avoiding making any noise.

Melvin was the first to approach a node, his gaze sweeping over the guards' positions, a hint of magic silently invading the guards' consciousness.

“Done.” Melvin lowered his voice and winked at Weber.

Weber then quickly inscribed a spell mark on the node.

The runes then emitted a faint light, and the flow of the spiritual veins paused slightly, but quickly returned to normal—nothing seemed amiss on the surface.

“One done,” Weber muttered to himself. “Two more to go.”

Melvin repeated the same technique at the second node. The guards, still under the influence of the suggestion, remained in a daze, allowing them to successfully inscribe the curse mark.

The operation has been progressing very smoothly so far.

"See, it was a piece of cake." Melvin smiled smugly.

Weber couldn't help but glance at him and muttered under his breath, "Don't be careless, there's one last one."

Their goal is the node closest to the central spiritual vein.

If this crucial position can be successfully disrupted, the entire system will completely spiral out of control, and the barrier and defenses of the Balzan Workshop will collapse like dominoes.

The two held their breath and focused intently as they gradually approached the final node.

However, just as they were preparing to act, suddenly—

Chapter 308 Virginity (Two Chapters Combined)

"Are you idiots? You were almost able to escape, and now you've come back to be prisoners?"

Unbeknownst to them, Balzan arrived at the ceremony site, coldly watching Webber and Melvin wreak havoc in his magic workshop.

Webber and Melvin stopped instantly. Balzan's icy voice seemed to solidify into an invisible pressure, enveloping the two of them.

"Because your current actions have violated the Clock Tower's rules of secrecy and mystery, I cannot let this go unchecked, and I also have reasons to stay!"

Weber responded, while gesturing with his eyes for Melvin to quickly inscribe the final magic runes onto the tower-like magical device.

Melvin immediately understood, but still couldn't help muttering, "I never thought Webber could be so serious. It sounds like he's imitating those old-fashioned Lords."

Barzan's gaze swept between the two men, sharp as a blade.

"Do you really think you can pull off such a stupid little trick in front of me?"

Balzan's voice was as cold as ice, followed by a familiar gaze. A web-like binding spell was cast from the Stop-type magic eye onto Melvin, who was enveloped by the gaze.

Melvin felt his whole body stiffen for a moment, as if he were bound to the spot by invisible iron chains.

Balzan's Stop-type Mystic Eyes spread out like a spider web, firmly binding his body, even making his breathing sluggish.

“Oh no…” Melvin murmured.

Barzan's icy voice cut through the air like a blade:

"This magic eye is invincible. With the power of the magic eye and this ruin, I can even surpass the clock tower."

Weber's face instantly darkened.

He quickly assessed the situation and realized that confronting Barzan head-on would be suicidal.

The plan has been disrupted by external factors.

Just like during the Holy Grail War.

How did you survive back then?

It seems like there was a towering figure standing in front of me back then, which is how I survived.

What now?

Now Weber is all alone, facing the threat and predicament of death, and a "close friend" whom he needs to protect.

Although it was just Melvin's wishful thinking, Weber, as the object of his affections, could not ignore it after feeling that intense emotion.

What's more, it was my own foolish decision that dragged that guy into it.

Memories of the Holy Grail War haunted my mind like a ghost, when the giant beside me blocked out all my despair.

Now, there is no tall and valiant king standing before him, only himself and a troublesome friend who insists on following him.

what can we do about it?

What will that man do?

What will that king do?

What will Iskandar do?

"Just roll it over with a wheel."

Yes, that's the only answer that man would give him.

Damn, that's incredibly stupid.

But that's all we can do.

The next step—

The king has been cast off!

Special moves in chess.

In a game of chess, there is only one chance to make a move.

Simultaneously move your king and a rook as a move executed by the king.

So who is the king and who is the chariot?

Without even needing to think about it, Webber never imagined he would one day become king.

The first thing to do is to free Melvin from the shackles of the Magic Eye.

He had long observed that the nouveau riche magician Balzan, although he was speaking to both of them at the same time during the conversation, never took his eyes off Melvin, who was bound to the side.

The stagnant spell, though powerful, was not entirely unsolvable—especially when Balzan's attention was diverted.

“Hey, Balzan!” Weber suddenly shouted.

"What's wrong? Are you trying to beg for mercy? It's a pity. Although your magic circuits are third-rate, I've already decided to use you as living sacrifices to serve as the spark for this workshop."

Unfortunately, Balzan was not truly disturbed by Webber's shouts, and simply said jokingly.

However, Weber didn't care at all; he never thought things would be so simple.

But he continued talking because he just wanted to distract the man in front of him.

"I'm really sorry about the third-rate magic circuits, but you're the same, aren't you, senior?"

Barzan's expression hardened, clearly having been hit where it hurt.

But he simply responded coldly:

"So what? Someone as third-rate as you will never understand the meaning of what I'm doing."

“Hahaha…” Weber suddenly laughed, “Senior, you’re so old-fashioned. Is what you want that? 'to surprise that clock tower that doesn’t agree with me' or something like that?”

"You—!" Balzan was about to glare at Weber, but his spiritual sense gave him an instant warning, and he abruptly stopped his head from turning away.

"So that's how it is. You're trying to provoke me with words so I'll take notice of you? That's a good idea, but unfortunately, I'm not the kind of brat who gets provoked by words."