Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

The gemstones within the barrier were not the primary material used in Kenneth's workshop. As the lord of the Mineral Division, Kenneth was proficient in gem magic. He could utilize the unique spirituality within gemstones to store and release magical power, making them an excellent medium. However, in the layout of this workshop, he preferred to abandon gemstones and instead rely on various metal structures.

Silver and copper metal strips were embedded in the walls and floors of the workshop, forming a complex spiderweb-like pattern that engulfed the entire space. A necromancy technique allowed Kenneth's consciousness to descend into the workshop. By controlling the vibrations of different frequencies, he caused the corresponding metal ritual objects to resonate, prompting the flow of magical energy and activating their power.

As for the gem? It was just a decoration in the workshop. To be more precise, the gem was originally just a makeshift light bulb, a simple lighting device when the workshop was initially without electricity.

Its existence was solely to facilitate Kenneth's ability to clearly observe the various components of the workshop while setting up, and it didn't even serve the purpose of regulating the flow of magical energy. Because of this, Isidro's fuss with it proved fruitless, wasting his limited energy in vain.

"Country bumpkins are just clueless. Who would so brazenly place the core of their workshop on a gem?" Kenneth's voice echoed again from all directions. The vibrations intensified, and Isidro could feel the ground beneath his feet tremble slightly, and a faint ringing in his ears. However, the dual erosion of his soul and body completely eliminated his chance of counterattack.

He could feel his soul being peeled away bit by bit, but he was helpless at the moment. If it weren't for the potential research value of Isidro's body, directly peeling off the soul would not only damage the information he had sealed, but also the potential value of the body—

——Like the Spanish magician, his soul had long been stripped out for easier custody.

Isidro's body trembled violently, sweat mixed with blood streaming down his cheeks. However, no matter how hard he concentrated his will, he could not resist this external intrusion. His soul felt like it was being gripped by invisible hooks, gradually being torn from his body. Waves of tearing pain washed over him, causing him to gasp in suppressed pain.

Isidro's vision gradually blurred as his soul was torn from his body, piece by piece. He could feel the relentless force coursing through him, like a cold blade piercing through flesh, tearing his consciousness and body apart bit by bit. He struggled, but it was too late. His limbless body was stiff and numb, like a puppet about to lose its life force.

He barely squeezed out the magic power in his lumbar spine again. As a faint flame spread upward from his lower abdomen, the flame emerged from his lumbar spine, wandered over his spine, and climbed up his spine. The flame snaked like a snake, climbed over his bones, crossed his chest, burned his nerves, and brought him excruciating pain that almost made him faint.

Tongues of flame climbed up his spine, over his shoulder blades, up his neck, and from his spine to the back of his neck, devouring every inch of his skull. It even climbed along his flesh and attached itself to his soul, which was being pulled out of his body. He could feel his soul gradually dissipating in this burning.

"Damn Europeans..." At the last moment, he sneered, hoarse and weak, the sound like a broken string, trembling in the flames and gradually dissipating.

Kenneth had no time to stop it. Even though he rapidly adjusted the frequency of his magic, trying to contain the spread of the flames, he was not there, and he had no idea of the underlying magic Isidro was using. By then, it was too late. The flames had already engulfed Isidro's head, instantly burning the last vestiges of his soul to ash.

"Hmph..." Kenneth snorted coldly, and used magic to put out the fire burning in the room. Then the silver fluid slowly gathered in front of Weber and lifted him up.

As for why he didn't use the Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid early in the morning... you know, this thing is mercury.

"Why is it always this guy who has bad luck..." Kenneth shook his head and wanted to find the elixir that Xing Qingjiu had left behind, but he found that none of the reagents in the laboratory were intact. He had to do some simple processing on Weber himself.

"Miss Hearn," Kenneth turned to look at Patricia who was standing awkwardly on the side, "it seems that you do have the intention to cooperate, but the workshop has become like this and there is no way to stay for the time being-"

"—Please bring this child with me to another base." Kenneth's attitude was surprisingly relaxed. "When I come back, we can talk further."

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After killing the two magicians in front, we officially enter the second half.

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Volume 35: Symbiotic Relationships: . No matter how carefully you search, you will never be able to defeat the cheaters.

Xing Qingfeng stood deep in the dense forests of the Amazon Basin. The damp air around him was thick with the scent of plants, and the heat and humidity made his clothes stick slightly to his body. He was surrounded by tall trees, with tangled vines clinging to the trunks, sealing the entire space tightly.

He lowered his head, lightly touching the ground with his fingertips. The magic within him gently flowed, spreading outward from the stronghold. Like water, the magic seeped into the soil and vegetation, slowly spreading outward, enveloping the entire stronghold in a hidden barrier. Xing Qingfeng stood up, gently dusted his hands, and gazed at the surrounding dense forest, calmly and methodically searching for any possible traces nearby.

He carefully patrolled the area around the stronghold, confirming that there were no additional traces, nor any hidden roads or secret passages. The stronghold stood alone in the woods, and there seemed to be no other suspicious wooden houses around, proving that Isidro's activities were indeed limited to this one location.

"Perhaps there's no other way... It seems that's the only way out," Xing Qingfeng muttered to himself, scratching his head. He then returned to Isidro's basement and carefully sealed the entrance to the basement. After ensuring everything was correct, he sat down on a chair in the front hall and casually pulled out a test tube. It contained a small amount of sulfur powder. He scooped up some and gently sprinkled it in several corners of the room, creating faint lines along the walls. The trail of sulfur powder shimmered faintly, then resonated with the previously set barrier, emitting a faint halo of light that completely shrouded the wooden house in a magical shield.

After setting up the barrier, Xing Qingjiu clapped his hands lightly, shaking off the dust that had settled on them. He sat down on a chair in the front hall, ready to leave.

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——Although he usually likes to not use escape techniques to move around for the sake of the ritual of life, but at this moment he no longer uses escape techniques but chooses to go back slowly, which is really as humorous as Zi-O and his second-order watch.

As for Kenneth, since it would take some time to retrieve the ORT's information, he had already returned to Cusco, leaving him here to set up the barrier and collect clues.

There was a faint wave in the air, and as Xing Qingjiu's spirit body entered the projection of the high-dimensional space, he was still unable to sense any existence as usual, which was almost the same as the imaginary space.

Every time Xing Qingfeng performed this kind of magic, he couldn't help but think that perhaps because imaginary space really existed, this kind of dimension constructed by mathematics could also exist through magic.

Is it the existence of imaginary space that caused the emergence of mystery? After all, when the teacher was explaining his inherent barrier, he also said that sinking it into imaginary space could maximize the mystery and thus obtain the greatest output.

He felt as if he had grasped one of the key points to the essence of the mystery, but he simply couldn't think any further. Xing Qingfeng could only put the question aside, only to bring it up again when he used the escape technique.

"I should have practiced more earlier. I don't use this thing normally, so problems arise when I need to use it..." He laughed at himself while trying to further adjust the coordinates.

However, the next moment, Xing Qingyu suddenly found himself stuck in the courtyard wall, with half of his body embedded in the brick wall and unable to move.

"At my level, I shouldn't be making this kind of mistake... Oh, this is strange. Could there be something wrong with the coordinate formula?" He sighed helplessly. "I really need to find some time to study it carefully. I still don't have the talent to learn magic just by watching others perform it..."

However, before he could completely pull himself out of the wall, the thread previously assigned to the barrier suddenly warned him that the barrier he had set up in the Amazon rainforest was emitting a faint fluctuation -

——The barrier he had casually set up earlier seemed to have sensed something unusual.

"Oh my, what a coincidence?" Xing Qingyu thought to himself. Embedded in the wall, he tried to twist his neck slightly, trying to appear calm and composed. However, with half of his body stuck in the wall, even this small movement seemed a little ridiculous. "Someone came over right after I left? They really came just in time..."

"Too bad I have Flying Thunder God." He chuckled softly, then tried to drop his wallet from his pocket. A soft cracking sound echoed through the air, accompanied by a slight collapse of the wall. He disappeared into the yard of a hapless man in Cusco, leaving behind only the stone wall he had forcibly destroyed, shattered into ruins.

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"There's no one there anymore," Okita Souji said, sitting on the top of a tall tree, legs gently swinging. Using the power of her magic ceremonial attire, she listened intently to the sounds coming from Isidro's stronghold a few kilometers away. Her gaze pierced through the layers of treetops, and the occasional breeze brought the faint, musty scent of the dilapidated wooden houses.

The only response she got was a series of soft snoring sounds.

Resignedly, Okita Souji glanced back and saw Kanzuki Ringo leaning against a simple wooden wall. Her posture was relaxed, her breathing steady, and she was clearly sound asleep in the sweltering rainforest. With a soft sigh, she removed a small earplug from her ear, then leaped from the treetops, landing lightly on the ground.

Their base was located in an open area about seven or eight miles from Isidro's stronghold. While it might be called a camp, it seemed extremely simple and desolate. A few thick wooden stakes supported a shelter from the rain. The wood was already covered with moss and mildew, and a bluish-gray mold spread along the cracks in the wood, exuding a rotten smell. Rough knife marks and mottled brand marks could still be seen on several of the supports, revealing the hasty and hasty arrangement.

A patch of worn-out hay lay on the ground, barely enough to serve as a makeshift bed. Vines grew unchecked around the camp, some even climbing up the wooden frame, entwining a corner of the shed. Leaves were bent and piled atop, forming a thick mat of plant matter. A corner of the shed had even been hollowed out by termites, revealing a rough, fibrous texture that fluttered and spun into rotten sawdust at the slightest touch.

This place had been abandoned for perhaps four or five years, its facilities rudimentary and sparse, having long since lost its original purpose after being eroded by the rainforest's humidity. The reason they had settled here was because Kanzuki Ringo was physically challenged, so Okita Souji had to follow the route she provided and lead her to this temporary shelter, which she had supposedly set up while exploring the rainforest a few years prior.

Okita Souji narrowed her eyes, scrutinizing the dilapidated wooden shed. With a small knife, she carefully slashed away the vines entwined within. Holding the knife's handle steady with both hands, she slowly whittled away the thick roots, taking care not to damage the shed's few remaining sturdy supports. With a swish, the vines were peeled from the timbers, leaving a layer of green debris scattered across the ground.

While she was busy, she heard a slight sound behind her. Turning around, she saw Guanyue Ringo sitting up with his eyes half open, looking at her quietly.

"Have the people there left?" asked Guanyue Ringo, her voice lazily sounding like someone who had just woken up.

Okita Souji brushed the sawdust off his hands and nodded. "Yeah, I can't hear anything anymore." She squinted her eyes, recalling what she had observed earlier. "It seems like one of them left first, and then the other circled around a few times before leaving. At their closest point, they seemed to be less than five miles away from us. But luckily, this is a rainforest with dense trees, so they probably didn't notice us."

Guanyue Ringo smiled lazily, her golden hair gleaming softly in the dim light. She casually twirled a strand of hair and asked, "Hmm... can you tell me roughly which direction they left from?" She murmured to herself, "Let's avoid direct contact with them for now."

Okita Souji was silent for a moment, concentrating on recalling the subtle sound he'd sensed. "This... the other person's voice seemed to have disappeared suddenly," she said, a hint of doubt and wariness in her tone. Kanzuki Ringo frowned slightly, as if deep in thought, and then nodded gently.

"Let's go take a look first," Guanyue Ringo slowly stood up, stretched, and then said nonchalantly, "But don't get too close... For safety, let's keep a distance of five kilometers."

As Guanyue Ringo spoke, she stood up from the hay mat and stretched her limbs, appearing relaxed and relaxed. She walked outside the wooden shed and looked up at the sky. She seemed to have fully recovered her spirits.

"Huh?" Okita Souji stared at Guanyue Ringo's actions in amazement. It took him a few seconds to react and asked in surprise, "Miss Guanyue, can you... walk?"

Hearing this, Guanyue Ringo glanced at her with a teasing smile on his face: "I only have some damage to my soul, as for my body——"

She deliberately prolonged her tone and patted her arms lightly.

"——Patty is in very good health. After all, she chased me for hundreds of kilometers in this rainforest."

"Then you..." Souji Okita wanted to say something, but he stopped himself when the words came to his lips.

Guanyue Ringo smiled, looked leisurely at the jungle in the distance, and waved her hand casually, "I'm just too lazy to get up and walk." After that, she no longer paid attention to Okita Souji, raised her foot and strode towards the dense forest, her steps light and her posture relaxed.

Souji Okita shook his head helplessly, raised his head, and then quickly followed.

"Do we really need to be so cautious?" Okita Souji couldn't help but ask along the way, "Although it's true that the Master has lost contact, I'm also an independent Servant..."

"Something's happened to Isidro," Guanyue Ringo said, walking expertly through the rainforest. Her flowing blond hair reflected the sunlight that occasionally streamed through the treetops, gleaming with golden light. "I don't know what happened, but the reason Patty's gone missing is probably related to whoever caused that old man to lose face."

"If we charge in headfirst like Patty did, we might end up like her..."

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My head hurts. I'll just write 3,000 words today. Sorry, I'll take a break first.

Volume 9: The relationship between the two: 36. Crystal

Okita Souji walked silently in front of Kanzuki Ringo as they journeyed through the intricate vegetation of the Amazon rainforest. The air was still hot and humid, and the jungle scent was thick and complex, a blend of earth, rotting leaves, and a hint of moss. It enveloped the surroundings like a thin mist, making one feel as if they were in a closed world. Occasionally, a bird's song or the gentle flutter of insect wings could be heard, but these faint sounds seemed insignificant in the vastness of the forest.

"The plants and terrain around here are quite complex. It's a scenery I've never seen in Japan..." Okita Souji sighed softly, carefully ensuring that the corners of his clothes would not get caught on treetops or anything else.

"I was supposed to take you to see the scenery here," Guanyue Ringo sighed, "I didn't expect it to turn out like this."

"Well, as long as the Master is alright," Okita Souji said, untying the vines that had snared the scabbard at his waist. "It's just that this environment isn't very suitable for me to fight..."

"It's okay. I don't intend to confront them here. I'm just going over there to look for clues." Guanyue Ringo walked behind, her steps light and graceful, the hem of her dress making almost no sound as it passed through the vegetation. She lifted her long golden hair with one hand, casually brushing off the few leaves that had stained it. "Besides, this place is very good at concealing magical fluctuations, making it perfect for concealing our whereabouts."

Okita Souji simply nodded without replying. Behind her, Kanzuki Ringo appeared calm and composed, as if she knew the dense forest like a savior. However, Okita Souji didn't dare to let his guard down. He gripped the sword at his waist tightly, closely following Kanzuki Ringo's pace, keeping him always ahead of her, his eyes vigilantly observing every blade of grass and tree around him.

After walking for over an hour, they gradually began to see faint traces of human activity among the trees in the distance. These were broken paths left by human activity, with the occasional broken branch or tread of mud. The two exchanged a silent glance, realizing that this was likely the area where Isidro's base lay.

Okita Souji squatted on the ground, his fingers gently tracing a series of fresh footprints in the mud. "These footprints are very fresh," she said softly, looking up at Kanzuki Ringo. "These should be left by the two people who came here."

Guanyue Ringo nodded slightly, glanced down at the scattered footprints around him, and gently stroked his fingertips, as if thinking about something. "Then let's look around here, maybe they left some clues."

Okita stood up and looked around. The jungle was filled with hot and humid air. The dense vegetation formed a natural barrier around them, isolating all outside sounds. Whenever a breeze passed, the dense leaves rustled, and the branches shimmered in the dim light, filling the place with an eerie sense of silence.

"Then... do you want to get any closer?" Okita asked cautiously, his fingers still on the hilt of the knife, his eyes scanning the surroundings without relaxing at all.

"No need," Guanyue Ringo shook her head slightly, her eyes gazing towards a slightly open area a few kilometers away, her finger gently pointing there. "We should stay within a five-kilometer radius. This way we can observe their movements without being easily discovered."

They advanced cautiously along the edge of the jungle, their steps slow and rhythmic. They carefully avoided conspicuous muddy patches and dense undergrowth, leaving as few traces as possible. Finally, they chose a high point with a slightly wider view. Kanzuki Ringo was the first to climb a sturdy old tree, followed closely by Okita Souji, who quickly leaped to the treetops and, from their perch, gazed down at the distant stronghold.

"Are you sure the other person has left?" Guanyue Ringo asked in a low voice, his eyes never leaving the distant stronghold.

"It looks like there's no one here..." Okita narrowed her eyes and carefully observed the situation around the wooden shed, "but I didn't notice when that person left." She looked around and checked the movements around the base again to confirm that there was nothing unusual.

"What's the area around that stronghold like? Can you see clearly?" asked Guanyue Ringo.

Okita frowned, placing her hand on her forehead to block out the bright light, and tried to focus on the distant scene. "It looks like something is being planted, but it's too far away to see exactly what it is," she replied in a low voice. "Perhaps some bushes obscuring the view, or perhaps plants used for making magical materials."

"No, they're just potatoes and sweet potatoes. I pulled them out and looked at them."

"How could it be possible?" Guanyue Ringo replied subconsciously, "A magician would come to a place like this and plant some ordinary root crops. What's the point of that..."

"..."

silence.

As soon as Guanyue Ringo's doubts escaped her lips, they gradually faded into the cool air. Silence reigned all around, the birds seemed to have ceased their chirping, and the dense leaves swayed slightly in the breeze. His own perception aside, how had that person managed to get so close, bypassing Okita Souji's perception?

However, the silence was not complete. What slightly broke the stillness was a low chewing sound that echoed crisply and slowly, mixed with the occasional "rustling" sound of slight friction from the plastic packaging. The originator of the sound was unscrupulously showing off his presence.

Okita Souji's eyes flashed, and his hand instantly rested on the hilt of his sword. He gripped Kiyomizu's hand and exerted force. Then, turning, he thrust the blade straight into the opponent's abdomen. The feeling of the flesh being ripped apart was palpable to his fingertips. With a "whoosh," the sharp blade pierced through skin and muscle, and warm blood slowly flowed down the edge of the blade.

Before Chong Tianzongji could fully draw his sword, she felt a sticky warmth running down the blade, carrying a sweet, fishy smell, and landing on her fingers. She loosened her grip slightly, and blood oozed from the wound, even bringing out a small piece of intestine, which dangled shockingly.

She subconsciously held her breath and stared at Xing Qingjiu, but saw that he only frowned slightly and looked at his abdomen calmly, as if he was not affected much, and his hands did not even stop the original movement -

——He’s eating potato chips!

"I say, this kind of burden happening over and over again is really a bit too much," Xing Qingfeng chewed potato chips expressionlessly. He lowered his head to look at his abdomen, then raised his eyes to look at Okita Souji in front of him, "Is it really that I can't get along with my brother, or what's going on?"

"I can understand why you attacked people out of stress, but could you please consider me a little?" He raised his head and looked at Okita Souji, speaking calmly and lightly, with neither anger nor fear in his expression, as if he had just accidentally cut an old piece of clothing.

Okita Souji stared blankly at the man before him, who exuded an air of indifference from head to toe, his hand still resting on the hilt of his sword, as if trying to judge his true intentions. Xing Qingyu, standing before him, didn't even register a hint of nervousness; instead, he spoke to her calmly, as if jokingly, even though the wound he had just opened was still bleeding.

Xing Qingfeng gently shook the empty potato chip bag and raised his eyebrows helplessly, "Draw out the sword, I'm going to continue bleeding."

Okita Souji subconsciously took a half step back, adjusting her posture slightly with a wary look. She saw the man's face clearly, and suddenly, fragments of memory flooded back into her mind, and she finally realized the identity of the man in front of her—

"--You, you... are the supervisor of the Holy Grail War?!" She finally couldn't help but speak, with a hint of shock in her voice that was hard to conceal.

"Ah, yes, I'm one of the supervisors of the Holy Grail War in Kyoto," Xing Qingqi answered nonchalantly, crumpling the empty bag into a ball and throwing it into the imaginary space. "I remember you, a Servant... What's your name? Arthur? No..." He narrowed his eyes and looked her up and down. "Your name is Okita Souji, right? You're the Servant of Patricia Hearn—"

"——Are you guys in the same group?"

Xing Qingfu turned around and looked towards a nearby big tree, carefully examining the Moon-Viewing Apple on the treetop. He then frowned, took out a photo from his pocket, and pointed it at the Apple's face.

"Is your name...Patricia?" Xing Qingqiu asked with a frown, "Or should I call you...Guanyue Ringo?"

Guanyue Ringo swiftly leaped down from the treetops, her movements light and graceful, her long hair grazing the air, gleaming faintly golden in the sunlight. She smoothed her swirling blond hair, looked back at Xing Qingqi calmly, and replied calmly, "I'm Guanyue Ringo. We shouldn't have met before, have we?"

"One of the Masters registered for the Holy Grail War in Kyoto is Guanyue Ringo," Xing Qingqi smacked his lips, as if savoring the aftertaste of potato chips, "and her Servant is now by your side -"

"--and you look exactly like the person named Patricia used to look like. That's what I guessed, so you searched here..."

"...Oh, I see." Xing Qingqi paused for a moment before raising his voice again. "That man named Heen has lost contact, so you think it was that old man named Isidro who did it and came to rescue her, right?"

"The only problem is, she's in our hands."

Guanyue Ringo stared intently at the wound on Xing Qingqi's abdomen, her lips slightly pursed. The blade had penetrated deeply into the wound, yet blood flowed recklessly, yet the man seemed unconcerned. This scene made her suspect that the man either had extraordinary recovery abilities, was not the real person at all, or was just some kind of puppet.

"What's wrong?" Xing Qingfu spoke lightly, his eyes slowly sweeping over the two of them, "I looked at you for a long time before I was sure that you were not in the same group with that old man." As he said that, he tried to pull out the sword that was stuck in his abdomen, but unexpectedly, Okita Souji subconsciously pressed the hilt of the sword, and the blade was stabbed in a few more inches, making a faint "puff" sound.

"Ah... sorry!" Okita Souji reacted quickly, hurriedly taking a step back and pulling out the sword. Blood spurted out from Xing Qingqi's wound, splashing onto the ground. She frowned in confusion, looking at the blood on the sword. "Wait, uh... something's wrong? I shouldn't have pulled it out..."

"You understand the meaning of comedic effect. Find a crosstalk partner and you'll definitely become a hit," Xing Qingfeng said with a nonchalant smile, gazing at the flowing blood. Instantly, the blood splattered on the ground and on the blade quickly solidified into a layer of emerald green crystals. The blood around the wound also gradually crystallized, covering it like a dense mass of tiny gemstones. Then, the crystals flake off and dissipate, and new flesh fills the gap in the wound, leaving it intact, as if it had never been injured.

Guanyue Ringo couldn't help but take a step back, her pupils trembling slightly. The calmness she had managed to maintain before was now shattered by shock. At that moment, the image of the Crystal Valley she had visited in her memory emerged in her mind.

The crystals in that valley were icy blue, while the crystals on Xing Qingfeng's body were emerald green. The weakness brought on by her broken soul surged through her heart. Her prolonged, overly tense state of mind only exacerbated this weakness, making it impossible for her to maintain a clear mind. She pressed her hands against the tree trunk, closed her eyes, and rubbed her temples, trying to suppress the dizziness.

"So, what are your choices?" Xing Qingyu leaned forward slightly, his hands in his pockets, a loose smile on his lips. "There are two options - come back with me, and it's considered cooperation." He shook his shoulders lightly, a hint of relief in his tone, "Or... I'll beat you two up, and then find a way to take you back -"

"--But I haven't tried to hold back when beating people. After all, I can always save half of their body."

A trace of anger flashed in Okita Souji's eyes. He pointed the tip of his sword at Xing Qingji's eyebrows and said coldly, "Although your recovery ability is amazing, if I pierce your head with a sword, I'm sure..."