Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

Although it seemed like a long time had passed since Kenneth was attacked, only three seconds had passed from the sudden attack that was almost fatal to the rain of daggers.

The dagger on Kenneth's shoulder was also caused by that blow. If it weren't for the Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid's automatic protection function, Kenneth would probably be beheaded by now. The dagger was deeply embedded in his shoulder, and blood gushed from the wound, dripping down his arm and onto the ground.

Vague shadows roamed the forest, and Assassins weaved between the tree shadows. Each one wore a bone mask that reflected a faint white glow in the moonlight, resembling a ghost. Their movements were swift and stealthy, each appearance like a flash of black lightning, swift and deadly. The eyes behind the mask were cold and merciless, as if mocking Kayneth's powerlessness.

"If a hundred shurikens can't hit an opponent, don't rely on the power of a single shuriken, but throw a thousand!" I'm sure everyone who saw this scene couldn't help but think of the ultimate meaning of Instruction One!

Hundred Faces = San, the actual ninja!

"In the name of the Command Seal, Diarmait, come to me." At the tenth second, Kayneth finally freed one hand to use the Command Seal to summon Diarmait. However, Diarmait was now in such a miserable state that he was unable to fight at all.

——The spirit core is damaged. In this case, a single command spell is not enough to repair the injury. At least three command spells are needed.

Assassin, who was constantly throwing daggers, had already anticipated this situation. He slashed once to summon the disabled Lancer, but the remaining two slashes were not enough to repair the spirit core.

The Assassins sneered, and the reason they didn't approach him but let him summon Lancer was to tease and please him. As assassins who didn't deserve to have names, some of the personalities of the Hundred Faces were quite jealous of these famous Servants.

however--

——"Diarmait, use the Command Seal to restore it to its prime." x3

The third Command Spell, no, it should be the fourth Command Spell that was originally impossible to exist!

Diarmait's scars and fatigue miraculously vanished under the influence of the Command Spell. Powerful magic enveloped him, and the wounds on his body healed rapidly. His lost forearm also grew back, and his muscles and bones were completely renewed under the influence of magic.

——More importantly, the soul core was miraculously repaired.

Diarmait's eyes were filled with incomparable anger. He clenched the red and yellow guns in his hands and stood in front of Kayneth.

His figure looked particularly handsome in the moonlight, and his spear shone with a fiery light in the night, as if even the surrounding air was on fire.

However, even after Diarmait returned to his prime, he still struggled against the Assassin.

This wasn't because he couldn't defeat Assassin, but because his opponent's attack was too despicable. The attack was completely focused on Kayneth. While Diarmait was busy protecting his lord, he was inevitably attacked by Assassin.

If a general withdraws his chariot, he loses everything if he doesn't protect his lord. If he does, he must pay a price. It's a truly vicious and ruthless tactic, perfectly leveraging the Assassins' numerical advantage.

Diarmait dodged and counterattacked in the woods, but every time he parried an attack from different directions, more Assassins attacked from the shadows. A bone mask floated in the darkness like a ghost, its cold eyes piercing through the hollow holes of the mask, piercing Diarmait's soul.

The night wind whispered through the trees, rustling the leaves as if accompaniment to this silent battle. Moonlight filtered through the treetops, casting dappled shadows across the ground, highlighting Diarmait's nimble form and resolute expression. Each of his strikes was delivered with the force of thunder, and he could easily take down an Assassin in just three or two rounds.

——But the number and cunning of his opponents made him extremely tired.

Kayneth's problem lay more with his magic power. Kayneth struggled to maintain his Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid's self-regulated defense mode while supplying Diarmait with enough mana. While Diarmait was incredibly agile and could break through the encirclement, Kayneth became a liability. Diarmait couldn't guarantee he could hold or support Kayneth and keep him safe.

This is a slow death.

If Lancer was Zhao Zilong at this moment, he would have probably led Kenneth in and out of the battlefield seven times.

Although Zhao Zilong was not there, another solution to the problem soon emerged in the encirclement.

That was Xing Qingjiu, who was covered in daggers like a hedgehog, holding a golden cup in his hand. His body was full of daggers, but he remained calm, unconcerned about the daggers, and just smiled faintly.

Although, in the moonlight, the daggers in his head and back made him look like Sonic.

"The whereabouts of Saber, Archer, and Rider have been confirmed. Berserker has left, so the only one left whose whereabouts are unknown is Assassin, right?" Xing Qingjiu threw the golden cup in his hand to Kenneth.

"As far as I know, you are the only Master who has left the workshop."

"Both Arthur and Diarmait are servants who have difficulty protecting their Masters in a massive wave of attacks. This can be concluded based solely on observations at the dock (Xing Qingfeng didn't know that Altria had a curry stick)."

"Then, the two easiest parties to defeat are Saber and Lancer. Moreover, if I can't provide magic, and I can eliminate Kenneth who is on the same side as you, I bet that the source of the teacher's magic power comes from you—"

"—If the bet wins, my chances of winning will greatly increase; even if the bet doesn't win, I can still completely eliminate Lancer's side."

"Just based on the situation before me, Xing Qingfeng can make such a high level of deduction..." His tone suddenly changed, becoming fierce, mocking the Assassins who surrounded them. "How is it, everyone?"

Image: "Another version of the introduction", location: "Images/1720453148-100406584-111869726.jpg"

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I had a fever of 38 degrees, which was really unbearable for me. The good news was that I just felt a little dizzy, and there were no other complications. It was probably just a cold, and I would be fine after taking some ibuprofen.

I changed my introduction. What do you think? I actually wrote another one...

...But everyone knows that introductions are meant to trick people into joining, and I'm confident that I can use stories to keep people here.

(But I still prefer the other two versions of the introduction, which are so organic and romantic (sad))

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By the way, I may need to take a day off tomorrow. If the fever doesn't subside overnight, I still need to go to the hospital. Sorry. In addition, this chapter may be a bit boring and not strong enough in some descriptions. Please bear with me. Don't be lenient even if you point it out. I will come back to revise it when I feel better.

Volume 51: Alchemy Apprentice from the Fourth War: . Unknown One Who Was Born to Do Death

"Looking at your kidney deficiency, you can't survive without the magic furnace?" Xing Qingyu joked.

"Shit, can you please stop talking about the magic furnace?" Kenneth frantically connected himself to Xing Qingjiu's Uruk Cup and established a magic supply link. "Where did you get such high-purity magic crystals?"

"This thing is even worth a whole set of my three-base magic furnaces."

Xing Qingqi smiled and said with a hint of pride: "When I landed, I smashed someone's house with my head, but the owner of that house was not angry at all and was actually very happy." He thought about it and originally wanted to say it was the Tohsaka residence -

——But considering the status relationship between Tōsaka Tokiomi and Gilgamesh, he felt it would be better to call Gilgamesh the house.

"As soon as he was happy, he wanted to reward me with something. I said I just wanted a piece of clothing and some magic power to repair my body." Xing Qingqiu scratched his head, "Then he gave me this thing. He's really generous."

"What crap luck! You might as well say you picked it up while taking a walk." Kenneth shook his head helplessly.

The surrounding forest seemed particularly eerie under the shroud of night. Moonlight filtered through the gaps between the branches, casting dappled shadows on the ground. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves, and the occasional cry of a night bird drifted from afar, adding a touch of life to the silent forest.

After establishing a magical connection, Kenneth breathed a sigh of relief and found a place to sit, leaning against a broken tree stump. He pulled out the dagger stuck in his shoulder and tore open the clothing around him, revealing the deep wound that was visible to the bone. The night breeze blew, bringing gusts of coolness that made him shiver.

"Injured, right?" Although the wound was so horrific, Xing Qingqi showed a bit of excitement after seeing it. "Come here, I brought the ingredients. I can make you a cup of elixir."

Xing Qingjiu enthusiastically poured the ingredients he had brought with him into the Uruk cup. Under the catalytic influence of magic, a transformation began to take place. The surroundings grew darker, and the shadows of the trees seemed to tremble with Xing Qingjiu's movements. The scarlet paste gurgled and rolled in the cup, making an eerie sound.

The surrounding forest, drawn by this magical force, seemed even more eerie and terrifying. Moonlight filtering through the branches cast dappled shadows on the ground, and a gentle breeze brought with it bursts of low, whimpering sounds.

Xing Qingfu's excited smile, against the backdrop of the red light, made him look like a wizard brewing some magic potion. There would be absolutely no sense of incongruity if he were thrown into a lineup of villains.

The thick red paste swirled in the Uruk cup, emitting an eerie glow. Light and shadow danced across Xing Qingjiu's face, making his expression appear even more frenzied. The surrounding forest, illuminated by this red light, seemed even more eerie, its shadows intertwining like countless twisted black figures dancing across the ground.

"Come, drink it and your injury will be healed." Xing Qingjiu handed the cup to Kenneth with a confident smile on his face.

"You're just going to use the Three Sources to refine the medicine?!" Kenneth looked at the paste churning in front of him, not even caring about the injury on his shoulder. He pushed himself back with his hands in fear, "You're a beginner, and you're just going to use the Three Sources to refine the medicine?!"

"Is there any problem?" Xing Qingwu asked in confusion.

"Bullshit! Even a master steeped in alchemy for centuries wouldn't dare to use the Three Sources to refine elixirs for human consumption!" Kenneth shouted, somewhat out of control. "The human body's balance is constantly changing. This requires extremely precise control and prediction of the user's mind, body, and soul to ensure the medication complements the balance rather than disrupts it. Who taught you to use this right away?!"

"But isn't this the basics?" Xing Qingfeng was a little puzzled. "This was my first lesson in alchemy."

"Shit, the control of the pure three elements is the foundation of alchemy..." Kenneth originally wanted to curse who taught Xing Qingjiu like this, but he immediately realized who taught Xing Qingjiu alchemy.

"...Anyone who can use this kind of thing as a foundation must be someone at the pinnacle of alchemy." Kenneth sighed helplessly, his attitude of being arrogant at first and respectful later making people laugh.

"Then drink it." Xing Qingjiu pushed the cup in front of Kenneth, still with that confident smile on his face.

Looking at the golden cup being pushed towards him, Kenneth swallowed his saliva. The shadows of the surrounding trees cast an even more eerie light in the moonlight, as if mocking his hesitation.

Then, Kenneth used healing magic to heal himself. Magical power surged through the wound, quickly repairing the torn muscles and broken bones.

"Hey, what do you mean? You won't drink the elixir I made specially for you?" Xing Qing was quite disappointed. He had finally found a chance to practice, but now it was gone. "You don't give your brother face, huh?"

"I believe in your theory," Kenneth said seriously. "Your theory was taught by that knight. I am not qualified to give you advice, but—"

"—I don't trust your practical skills." Kenneth said, "Tell me, have you ever tested your elixir before?"

"I've tried it on myself," Xing Qingfeng said confidently, "I'm confident I can use the medicine directly on myself."

Kenneth considered the man's physique before him. He was a monster who could be revived even after being beaten to shreds. A mere imbalance probably wouldn't have much of an effect on him.

"Okay, then don't use it." Xing Qing took the elixir back, thought for a moment, and said to Kenneth, "Give me some of your Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid. I want to test something."

"I didn't bring much, so this is all I can give you." Kayneth reluctantly gave Xing Qingfan some of his defensive Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid. With ample mana, Kayneth's defenses barely held up under Assassin's attack, completely freeing Diarmait—

——The general’s plan to draw the chariot has been broken.

Completely liberated, Diarmait darted through the night forest, each shot nearly guaranteeing the death of an Assassin. The tip of his spear gleamed coldly in the moonlight, piercing the air with a deep, rumbling sound. The Assassins' numbers dwindled rapidly, and their offensive slowed, significantly reducing the pressure on Kayneth's defenses and leaving Diarmait with even less worry. In other words, the Assassins were now trapped in a vicious cycle.

"Hurry up! Diarmait will take down all the Assassins by himself any longer," Xing Qingjiu urged. After accepting the Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid, he added a generous pinch of the elixir to the cup. The paste became thicker with the added substance, emitting a strange glow.

Then, he dipped some of the ointment in the Moon Spirit Marrow and thrust it at Assassin, who was dodging Diarmait's attack. Assassin twisted his body like a gymnastics performance to avoid Diarmait's attack.

——But the paste inevitably got on him.

The Assassin quickly felt something unusual. The area he'd been rubbed with felt like a live coal, swelling and aching. The burning sensation quickly spread, like countless tiny flames dancing beneath his skin. His face was quickly filled with pain, and a flicker of panic crossed his eyes.

Blister-like swellings spread across his skin, eventually ripped apart by the unchecked growth of muscle tissue. New granulations continuously sprouted and bloomed on his body, but these new granulations were not normal tissue, but rather something resembling a malignant tumor. These cancerous cells grew and spread madly, quickly occupying his entire body, like countless filthy tentacles, frantically devouring his vitality.

The swollen flesh expanded at a morbid pace, tearing through his skin, revealing the writhing cancerous tissue beneath. A mixture of blood and pus gushed out, emitting a sickening stench. His entire body was completely consumed by the relentlessly growing cancer cells, twisted and deformed, and his screams echoed in the night air, seeming especially shrill.

"Wow, I expected this, but I didn't expect the effect to be so terrifying." Xing Qingfeng took a few steps back in fear, staring at the twisted mass of flesh on the ground. "Is it because the Servant's body is made of an alternative magical ether, so it lacks resistance to hypertonic substances?"

The surrounding forest was silent and dark, the shadows of the trees swaying ghostly in the moonlight. The wind was faint, but it brought with it a smell of blood and corruption, as if even the air had grown heavy.

"This kind of reaction...how much salt did you add?" Kenneth asked with a frown, his eyes fixed on the cup in Xing Qingjiu's hand.

"The current percentage..." Xing Qingwu looked at the paste in the cup, brought the cup to his lips, took a sip, and smacked his lips. "It tastes a bit too sweet... uh, I mean, it's about 90% of the total."

"The dynamic balance of the Servant's three essences is easier to disrupt than I imagined." Xing Qingjiu dug a hole and poured the remaining substance from the cup into it, then had Kenneth light a fire to destroy it. The flames rose, emitting a pungent burnt smell that spread through the air.

"By significantly increasing the proportion of flesh, I disrupt this balance and cause it to go berserk." Xing Qingfeng continued to explain, his voice filled with an inexplicable excitement and pride. "Originally, this thing wasn't so easy to work. It was probably because the Servant needed some kind of etheric interaction with the outside world. And I increased the amount of magic infused, making the osmotic pressure of this thing much higher than the Servant's body, and then he absorbed it."

"The runaway body grows without limit, but the mind and soul are powerless to control it," Xing Qingfeng continued. "Under these circumstances, the tissue that grows becomes as deformed as cancer cells."

"But the elixir applied to his body is limited. Once the effect of the elixir wears off, the growth will also end—"

"—and then it's time to move on to the next stage."

The Assassins, who had been fleeing in all directions, now turned and stabbed the rotting mass of flesh, frantically digging into its muscle tissue with their daggers, hoping to destroy its spirit core. Their daggers flashed with a cold light, and each swing carried deadly determination, tearing into the flesh like wolves. The harsh sound of blades slicing through flesh echoed through the night forest, and the smell of blood filled the air, making it seem particularly desolate.

"Lacking the vitality of spiritual elixirs, cancerous cells will frantically demand magic power from the host, draining it dry." Xing Qingyu's voice seemed particularly calm amidst this cruel scene. "If it were an ordinary human, they would have died of vitality exhaustion by now. Fortunately, as a Servant, they have no human rights. Ha!"

The scene before him was like hell. The twisted mass of flesh twitched continuously, as if in its final struggle. The sounds of the dagger cutting and the sound of flesh being torn apart intertwined, forming a sickening scene.

"But as long as the Servant's Spirit Core is intact, it can still survive." Xing Qingfeng observed the Assassins' reactions and made his judgment. "So the source of the magic power demanded will come from the Servant itself... and be squeezed towards its Master through the contract."

Inside the Tōsaka residence, Kotomine Kirei writhes on the floor in agony, his face contorted in pain. All the Command Seals on his hands have been depleted, converted into prana to fuel this bottomless pit. Beside him, Kotomine Riku, watching the plight of her beloved son, disregards the rules of the Holy Grail War and transfers the Command Seals on her arm to Kotomine Kirei.

“Ah, ah…” Kotomine Kirei screamed in a low voice, his voice filled with unbearable pain.

Tōsaka Tokiomi, who was standing by, tried hard to sever the master-servant link between Assassin and him, but the Command Spell system was completed by the Matou family. Now that Matou Zouken was dead, he, who specialized in jewel magic, was unable to sever the link in a short period of time.

"When the Master's source of energy is drained, what replaces it is the draining of their...life force."

"In other words... Assassin's Master... will be squeezed to death."

Xing Qingfeng hesitantly delivered his final verdict, then fell silent. He hesitated to look at the monster he had created. The mass of rotting flesh wriggled on the ground, emitting a sickening stench, like a microcosm of hell.

"That's good, after all. He was the one who tried to kill you first." Xing Qingfeng took a deep breath and forced himself to look up at the devastating scene before him. The Assassins frantically pawed at the fleshy mass, but the freshly severed tissue quickly grew back under the supply of magic. The piercing sound and the relentless stench were almost unbearable. "Repay kindness with kindness, and repay evil with justice."

"Before you took action, were you thinking about revenge for me or conducting an experiment?" Kenneth suddenly asked.

"..."

"You're not going to ask me about some nasty things, are you?" Xing Qingyu didn't answer the question, but instead asked, "Don't tell me you're going to let this guy who wants to kill you go. That's too funny."

"I'm responsible for that Master's death. When will it be your turn to take his life?" Kenneth pressed. "Let me ask you, what was your mindset when you did this?"

"I have no right to say such things, because I am also a magician, and this kind of thing has happened to me too many times." Kenneth said, "But you are different. You cannot let this sin stain your hands."

"He can't die because of your experiments, at least not now."

"You're such a nagging person, I'm just avenging you." Xing Qingfeng hesitated for a moment and continued, "You don't think I'm as nagging as you and don't have the willpower to kill, do you?"

"Master of the Assassins, let's make a deal." Kenneth ignored Xing Qingjiu and suddenly shouted, his voice piercing the night sky, "Order all Assassins to die, and then we will execute this monster."

"You have no right to refuse. Your life and death are now completely in my hands." Kayneth sneered, "You can either choose to be squeezed to death, or kneel before me and hand over the power of life and death to me, Kayneth El-Melloi Archibald."

"Haha, maybe I'll abandon you after all the Assassins commit suicide and let you be squeezed to death." Kenneth said with a smile, his voice full of sarcasm and mockery.

"Then make your choice. Either you will be squeezed to death, or you will completely surrender your sovereignty to me and beg me, Kenneth, to save your life."

After a brief silence, the Assassins, as if driven by invisible threads, clearly resisted, yet their bodies unhesitatingly used the daggers to destroy their own spirit cores. Every movement seemed forced through them, their expressions of pain faintly visible beneath their masks, ultimately fading into silent screams.

"Diarmait, pierce it." Kayneth ordered coldly.

The scarlet spear instantly pierced the soul core wrapped in countless muscle tissues, shattering it. The immense force penetrated the monster's core, and the rotting flesh twitched in agony, eventually collapsing into a pile of powerless minced meat under the loss of magic power.

"You're really generous." Xing Qingyu forced a smile with his facial muscles, his eyes revealing a hint of mixed emotions. "You're just going to let go of your enemy who wants to kill you?"

"I'm leaving first. I guess Rider has been waiting for a long time. I don't want to be laughed at by my own students for being cowardly." Kenneth actually wanted to say something else, but he finally held his words back. After all, he was not good at expressing his actual thoughts through words and actions.

"Alright, you're acting like I'm some little brat who can't grow up." Xing Qingfeng scolded with a smile, a hint of bitterness in his voice, "You go first, I'll be alone for a while."

The silence of the forest seemed especially profound after the battle. Moonlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground. The air was filled with the faint smell of blood and the lingering scent of gunpowder, and the lingering ripples of magical energy lingered in the air.