Comprehensive: Beginning with the Killer Queen

The veins on Oleos' forehead popped out.

Although he studied alchemy because he had no talent in other magics, his talent in this area was unparalleled, perhaps because he was also a descendant of Paracelsus.

Although the magic of converting lead into gold is not the ultimate goal of alchemy, it is also of high difficulty and great significance.

After all, most alchemists cannot even do this and can only harvest the by-products produced in the process.

Even if it can be done, it will require a huge investment, costing nearly 7 trillion yen, and taking more than three years to reproduce.

As for Oreos, who has mastered instant alchemy, he can reconstruct anything he stabbed into gold in just a moment.

It is no exaggeration to say that the wisdom of this ritual alone has surpassed the limits of modern alchemy and has real strategic value.

But Roland actually insulted his magic with such flippant words as rubbing gold with his hands.

Alchemy is a discipline that seeks the world's benchmarks by analyzing matter. Even his alchemy simply replaced this process with magic and rituals.

It would be fine if Roland used magic to create the corresponding barrier or took out the corresponding magic props, but why did he just rub the gold with his hands without doing anything?

How dare this guy do that? Is he rubbing it from the air?
The already sinister expression on Oreos's face became even more gloomy.

His brows were furrowed hard.

"Don't be so arrogant! How dare an outsider like you talk about the secrets of alchemy? In that case, why don't you try this stupid idea yourself to see if it works..."

He shouted angrily.

This taunting was a subconscious response from Oleos's arrogant character; he had no real intention of getting an answer from Roland.

But the answer appeared.

"That's what I meant."

A gentle and magnetic voice, with a pleasant tone mixed with strong malice, came out of Roland's throat.

"After all, if we don't do this, wouldn't it be impossible to tell who is the real fool?"

He clasped his hands together and smiled.

Then, it was as if someone was knocking on the world from the outside.

The only sound left around was the low echoing sound of "click".

Starting from Roland's slowly pulling his hands apart, cracks began to spread.

It was like a shell with a crack in it, being torn apart from the inside by something that was born inside.

The cracks grew bigger and bigger, like a viscous whirlpool.

Piercing through everything and rushing out from it is the clear golden light.

Endless and never-ending.

Like a flash of lightning, it covered everything around, wave after wave, sweeping across the entire street in an instant, and stopped abruptly and suddenly solidified when it was about to sweep outside.

It is like a landscape captured by a wave and then reflected into reality and made into a sculpture.

However, the deep golden color made this a miracle that could never be replicated.

Because no country in the world would waste the gold reserves that sustain the country in this way. No, there are only a few countries on this planet that have the capital to replicate this scene.

"I've overdone it..."

Kanzaki Kaori sighed, "Even if this precious metal is not easy to depreciate, this volume is enough to drop a nuclear bomb in the market."

"Yeah, I was just thinking of making a million kilograms to help cheer him up, but when I saw this guy's stupid look, I got a little carried away."

Roland shrugged innocently, but from the faint smile on his lips, it could be seen that he had no regrets at all.

"This is impossible!"

Oleos looked shocked.

In the alchemical system, gold has always been a well-deserved precious metal. Since ancient times, its corresponding celestial body has been the most majestic sun in the galaxy.

In an age when many magic and religions have declined due to technological developments, this concept has not only not been debunked, but has been confirmed once again.

Unlike diamonds that can be artificially made from readily available carbon, the preciousness of gold is a consensus reached by different civilizations from ancient times to the present.

Because to give birth to it, it needs the life of a star.

Being able to do this from nothing means that the other party has surpassed not only it, but the system of alchemy itself.

But the facts before us will not lie.

Oreos' eyes widened, and one of his hands trembled as he tried to touch his throat, as if his neck was being strangled by an invisible hand.

This is proof that the oxygen in the body is almost exhausted.

The golden light that burst out from Roland's hand did not corrode any existing material on the street. It only used the most basic atoms of matter to accomplish this miracle that was enough to change the world.

Such natural golden waves formed a sharp contrast with the intact streets and Oreos.

Looking at the bare pieces of floor in front of him that had been transformed by him, and the golden whirlpools surrounding him that were not even as bright as the splashes of water, the alchemist's face turned green and purple.

Obviously, it is obvious who the idiot is.

But compared to the lack of oxygen and the anger and resentment, what really broke Oreos's defense was Index, who was hiding behind Roland with an admiring look on her face.

The heavy fate that the young nun bears forms a huge contrast with her pure heart without any selfish desires.

It is the perfect salvation for any magician struggling in darkness.

This is the case with Stiyl and Kanzaki Kaori, and Oreos is naturally no exception.

Three years ago, he used alchemy to change the shape of gold to win the girl's smile.

And now, looking at the pure and innocent princess in his heart clinging to Roland, he still used his own creativity.

Even though he knew that the other party was simply moved by the spectacular sight, the alchemist still felt shocked, angry and heartbroken.

"Why, Index...why?"

Even if you lose your memory, doesn't the feeling from the past remain in your heart at all?

It was obviously me first!
The look in Oreos's eyes as he stared at Roland became more and more resentful, and the green hair on his head, which was originally dyed green to strengthen the symbol of the earth element, became even brighter.

"Break down so quickly?"

Roland thought with some regret.

He was planning to describe in words the close relationship between himself and Index, but before he could do so, the other party broke down on her own.

Although I know he is not a practical person, isn't his will too weak?

However, this does not prevent him from continuing to stimulate the other party's mind.

Roland stretched out his hand and deliberately placed it on Index's chin, gently stroking the girl's face.

Although he could only look and not eat, he had already held Index's petite and soft body in his arms countless times.

So much so that the little girl who would shyly run away from his arms at first has now become completely accustomed to this kind of thing.

After all, the environment in which girls grow up is quite closed. Although they are conscious of their chastity, they are still quite innocent in other aspects.

Despite her female instinct, she vaguely felt that this was not a good thing.

But the closeness brought by Roland's life-saving grace and his non-aggressive, just-in-line behavior, from touching her hair to rubbing her belly, gradually made Index accustomed to this kind of thing, and she didn't even care about the eyes of the people around her. After all, compared to grabbing her calves and jade feet wrapped in white socks in his hands, or burying his head between her hair and neck, touching her face is nothing.

So, instead of resisting, Index took the initiative to rub Roland's hand with her fair and smooth cheek, like a little animal seeking the favor of its master.

When Oreos saw this scene, he felt as if he was hit hard with a stick. Stars appeared in his eyes and his whole body was shaking.

Because while stroking Index's cheek, Roland did not forget to show a provocative smile.

Those clear ruby ​​eyes were filled with greedy ambition.

Even without saying anything, Oleos's male intuition could make him clearly feel that it was not arrogant contempt, but the humiliation and disdain of the winner towards the loser in a relationship between men and women.

In the face of undisguised evil, such righteous excuses as salvation or revenge are like bubbles that burst at the slightest touch.

After being stripped of his glamorous appearance, the bloody fact that he was a pathetic loser was once again placed before Oreos' eyes.

Any normal man would not be able to tolerate the humiliation of being treated like a cow in front of him.

In an instant, a terrifying and murderous light flashed from the alchemist's pupils.

This is not a rhetorical exaggeration, but a simple statement.

The magic power that had been lingering around Oreos suddenly expanded and exploded, like a cumulonimbus cloud struck by thunder.

In an instant, an imperceptible glimmer covered the golden world as he ran. At the same time, Oreos pulled out a long needle as thin as a hair from behind his back, and then stabbed it into his neck without hesitation.

"Command, explode!"

The resentful words came out of his mouth and turned into reality in an instant.

The invisible air waves exploded on Roland's body, as if he had turned into a ignited bomb.

The rolling air waves formed by the explosion were like a long dragon made of smoke, which directly engulfed his body.

Because of the mobile church, this aftermath had no effect on Index. When she was pulled aside by Kanzaki Kaori, she instinctively began to analyze the essence of this word spirit.

"The pinnacle of alchemy, the Golden Great Magic, turns everything in the world into a spell. After chanting, it can drive everything in the world at will and change reality according to the user's thoughts."

"Although the spell is theoretically complete, it has so many elements that it will take at least four hundred years to chant before it can be activated."

"Based on the composition of the elements, the caster used the Gregorian Choir to assist in the chanting, and combined with the amplification effect to speed up the construction of the spell."

With her eyes moving, Index analyzed the origin and principle of Oreos's technique in a calm and sweet voice.

But compared to the power of this technique, the information about how to use it made Kamiya narrow her eyes. But before she could say anything, Roland's voice came from the smoke and dust.

"Although I have blown up others countless times, this is the first time I have experienced the feeling of being blown up."

"But the pinnacle of alchemy is actually a different kind of inherent barrier... No, this is just the principle. From the result, this should be a technique created to imitate the phase manipulation of the demon god."

"You turned the Philosopher's Stone from a solid object into a path to pursue the truth? Humans are really interesting. Even cultures that are almost the same can have completely different paths."

Roland walked out leisurely and sighed sincerely.

Unlike the ultimate achievement of alchemy in Fullmetal Alchemist and even Type-Moon, the Philosopher's Stone that touches the authority of truth, the alchemy in Toaru Majutsu no Index takes a more metaphysical path.

Rather than simply manipulating matter, their ultimate goal is to obtain the golden spirit.

But unlike the golden spirit of not succumbing to fate in JOJO, this one is more practical.

It is about to sublimate a soul as dirty as lead into a soul as golden, that is, an angel or even a demon that transcends the material world.

But obviously, because it is closer to the material world rather than the phase, this path is much more difficult to get started than other types of magic, and it is completely impossible to achieve high or low goals.

Although our predecessors have completed the analysis of the elements of the world and created magic such as the Golden Dayan Technique, they are unable to even use it.

Not to mention further exploring how to elevate oneself through this power, but using this as a starting point to digest the knowledge of the Index of Forbidden Books might also be a way forward.

"Unfortunately, although you can barely use it, your qualifications are too poor."

Roland shook his head and looked at Oreos, who looked terrified.

"Why is this happening? My words should have taken effect..."

He stared at Roland intently, his eyes almost bulging out and bloodshot, and his face still had that vicious expression.

But his legs, which had unconsciously begun to retreat, still exposed his cowardly nature.

But there is nothing we can do about it.

After all, let alone the scars on his body, even Roland's clothes were not damaged.

Judging from his performance just now, his words should have been effective, but if that was the case, why was Roland unharmed?

The ineffectiveness of rubbing gold with hands and even the Golden Great Evolution Technique, this unknown that there is no clue at all is far more terrifying to the alchemist who is required to pursue the rules in a practical way than the known strong ones.

"Of course your words worked, but didn't I tell you that you don't have the qualifications to use the Golden Great Evolution Technique?"

Roland waved his hand casually, and a strong wind arose, blowing away all the smoke and dust around.

"Imagination is beyond ordinary people, and this is the foundation that supports this technique."

"Because to construct a certain kind of reality, you need to have enough faith in yourself, just like the concentration required to make an ordinary person explode is completely different from that required to make a saint explode."

"As for you who are just a human, you have no idea what kind of existence I am, so it is impossible for you to hurt me."

"I don't believe that!"

Although Roland's words were calm, every word struck Oreos' heart.

Lies don't hurt, truth is the knife.

Precisely because he is aware that his concentration is not strong, he uses words as hints and the power of words to distort reality, and this process also requires the use of props to assist.

Otherwise, the speed of thinking is much faster than that of speaking.

Realizing that he was beginning to waver, he no longer had time to think, and hurriedly picked up a few silver needles and inserted them into his neck in one go, using the pain brought by the self-mutilation to clear his mind of distracting thoughts and concentrate on his imagination.

"Order, be torn into pieces and die!"

Oreos roared madly and opened his pale palms which were covered with blood vessels due to tense muscles.

The next moment, a cold and gloomy wind suddenly rose up.

Just as if the gates of hell had been opened, countless visible and invisible phantoms, like vengeful spirits and evil spirits, flew out from behind Oreos, and rushed towards Roland with shrill wails.

In terms of visual impact, its shocking degree is even greater than that of a slaughterhouse where cavalrymen rush and fight each other in close combat.

However, Roland's expression did not fluctuate at all.

Faced with the torrent of vengeful spirits rushing out from what seemed like hell, in this doomsday-like scene, he also raised a hand, imitating Oreos.

"If that's all you have to go through, you're still a long way off."

Then, Roland closed his eyes and his expression became slightly serious.

As if... imagining something.

Just when the torrent of phantoms was about to rush in front of him, it suddenly stopped in mid-air.

Then, like glass hit by a baseball bat or writing erased from a blackboard, they suddenly shattered into a pitch-black void.

At this moment, Roland's calm voice finally rang out.

"——Disappear." (End of this chapter)