Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

Sitting on the severed wooden stake, Xing Qingqi stared at the ground, the scene just now echoing in his mind.

"Is there a difference between dying from revenge and dying in an experiment..." Xing Qingfeng pondered, looking up at the bright moonlight, "What am I thinking..."

He suddenly recalled the dense insect nests in the basement of the Matou family. This was clearly a completely different matter. His own actions were not even on the same level as the severity of the insect nests.

What's more, I have the legitimacy to take revenge.

However, dying in revenge and dying in one's own experiments are two completely different things.

"I don't know what it means to be alive and then die..." Xing Qingyu muttered to himself.

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My fever has subsided a bit, at least it's not over 38 degrees Celsius anymore. But maybe I slept too much during the day and couldn't fall asleep at night, so I just got up and wrote a few words.

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I'm not sure if this plot meets the requirements of a male protagonist in online novels... Shouldn't it be more "decisive and ruthless"? If you have any opinions, please feel free to raise them. If you think this is indeed a dead end, I will change it!

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Those who do not know how to live but act in the ways of death, I shall teach them by dying. This is from the book "Entering the Cultivation of Immortality", which is a sentence I like very much. It just so happens that this scene is very suitable, so I couldn't help but Neta here for a while.

If you are interested in the style of this book, I really recommend you to read "Entering the Cultivation of Immortality".

Finally, please ask for a ticket (

Volume 52: The Alchemist's Apprentice from the Fourth War: . Diarmuid pierces Iskandar's bull

Late at night, the stars and the moon hung high in the cold night sky, and the moonlight sprinkled on the beach facing the sea in Fuyuki City's Miyama Town, forming a silver-white carpet.

A chill wind, carrying the scent of sea salt, whistled across the beach, stirring up layers of fine sand. Waves repeatedly pounded against the rocks, emitting a low, sustained roar. Iskandar and Waver stood side by side on the silent, desolate beach, letting the breeze caress their faces.

"From this vantage point, I can't even see the other coast." Iskandar held a thick volume of Homer's poetry in his hands, its heavy cover gleaming faintly in the moonlight. His gaze was profound, as if he could see through the horizon to his unfulfilled dreams. "I truly wish I could conquer this country right now, then march westward across Asia, and then return triumphantly to Macedonia, letting the people of my homeland celebrate my rebirth."

"Wahahahahaha!" Iskandar laughed heartily, his voice echoing in the silent night sky, as if to wake up the whole world. "Just thinking about it is exciting!"

Waver stood beside him, arms folded. The cold wind ruffled his hair, and his piercing eyes shone brightly in the moonlight. "But we still have to resolve the Holy Grail War first. We have to win the Holy Grail..."

Before he could finish his words, he felt a sharp pain in his forehead. Iskandar had flicked his head hard. "Aa ...

"I... there's nothing wrong with what I said! Is there anything wrong with considering the most important goal before doing anything?!"

Iskandar laughed and patted his shoulder, his voice loud and warm. "Ah, it's just that you're such a spoiler." He opened Homer's poetry, his thick fingers carefully turning the pages, his clumsy and careful movements looking quite funny.

"Even at this moment of great inspiration, you are still so gloomy—"

"--How should I put it, I suddenly thought of that Eumenes kid, hahahaha!"

Waver took a few deep breaths, trying to calm his inner anger. "You...you...in short, you should understand the priorities, right?"

"Facing an opponent capable of inflicting that kind of destructive power, are you sure you can..."

"Alright, stop saying such depressing things." Iskandar laughed proudly. "I haven't even used the Noble Phantasm I truly rely on yet. My unrivaled army will not lose!"

At that moment, far away on the Fuyuki docks, a fierce battle raged. The intensity of the clash between Gilgamesh and Newton rivaled the power of a small nuclear bomb. The mushroom cloud rising from the simultaneous "Illusion Collapse" of numerous Noble Phantasms was clearly visible in the night sky, shocking the entire city of Fuyuki, not to mention Rider and his servants, who were already on the coast.

"Haha, it looks like the person we've been waiting for has finally arrived." Iskandar suddenly raised his hand, erected a canopy, and gazed into the distance. "It looks like they've just been through a brutal battle."

In the moonlight, a figure slowly approached from a distance. It was Kayneth, his steps heavy on the beach. His robe, once a symbol of status, was now stained with blood, and one sleeve had been torn off, revealing a recently healed wound on his shoulder. Diarmait followed closely behind him, his two pistols still stained with blood, the half-coagulated blood clinging to them, making him look particularly terrifying.

"Wha...what's going on?!" Seeing Kenneth's miserable state, Weber couldn't help but exclaim. His voice was particularly clear in the cold night wind, even a little sharp, breaking the silence of the beach.

"Hahahaha, he's an Assassin after all. Presumably, he'll just lurk in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to deliver a fatal strike." Iskandar laughed heartily, his heroic laughter echoing in the sea breeze. "But it seems that this Assassin not only picked the wrong opponent, but also had a terrible grasp of timing."

Through the simplest process of elimination, Iskandar quickly deduced who had attacked Kenneth.

"I'll take this as a compliment, Your Excellency." Kenneth paid no attention to Iskandar's tone, instead turning the subject to Waver. "Do you think this ceremony is just some kind of game?" His words were thick with sarcasm, his eyes sharp as he glared at Waver.

"Is this the attitude you hold towards this so-called ritual of 'proving yourself'?" Kenneth pressed on, his tone cold and sharp. "Is your life a joke to you, or are you treating your life like a joke?"

"I..." Weber was left speechless by Kenneth's questioning. Anger and shame intertwined in his heart, and his cheeks flushed. He avoided Kenneth's gaze, not daring to look him in the face, and looked a little embarrassed.

"Feeling Lancer's fighting spirit, even my blood is boiling." Iskandar put down the poetry collection in his hand, clenched his fists and slammed them against his chest, making a dull sound like the beating of war drums. "Well, no need to say more, let me see your ability!"

The cold wind continued to howl, bringing a piercing chill to the bone. The waves crashed against the shore, sounding the prelude to the impending battle. While it was inappropriate for him to intrude on the matter between teacher and student, he also hated to see his Master being reprimanded so mercilessly before the battle. Iskandar decided to change the subject and quickly get into the battle he had longed for.

"Wait a minute!" The timid Waver suddenly screamed, "Kenneth... Teacher... No, Kenneth El-Melloi Archibald, I'm asking you, does the agreement we made earlier still stand?"

"If I, Waver Velvet, were to win the Holy Grail War—"

"—Not only will your theft of my holy relic be forgiven, I will also pledge the reputation of the Archibald family to provide you with a platform and resources sufficient to showcase your talents and abilities." Kenneth's tone was serious and solemn. "However, if you do not achieve victory, I will never let go of the charge of stealing my holy relic."

Kenneth stared at Weber with a hawk-like gaze. "Everything about you, including your human rights, will belong to me. How you'll be treated will depend entirely on your talent."

Iskandar, standing aside, keenly caught the hidden meaning in Kenneth's words and secretly sighed in his heart: "Doesn't this mean that no matter whether we win or lose, we will give this kid a chance?"

Webber felt the pressure from Kenneth's gaze, but he still stood straight and responded firmly, "I will win the victory with dignity and prove myself!"

However, just after shouting this, Waver seemed to have used up the last of his courage. His body softened and he quickly retreated into Iskandar's chariot.

"Hey, that magician named Kenneth," Iskandar suddenly shouted, his voice resounding like thunder on the beach. "After I triumph and take on my body, will you join me and conquer the world?"

"I already have greater ambitions. Sorry, I'm not interested in your talk of conquering the world." Kayneth's voice was calm and powerful. "After this Holy Grail War, I should do what I should do."

"Oh?" Iskandar sensed the truth in the man's words. Combining this with recent events, he speculated, "Did you make that 'satellite'?"

Kayneth nodded slightly, a hint of pride in his eyes. "I've even reached the heavens, so I'm really not interested in these trivial matters anymore."

"Hahahahahahahahahaha!" Iskandar swung the reins, and the docile bulls immediately became restless, lightning flashing beneath their hooves. He drew his sword from his waist and swung it fiercely into the air. A thunderous roar and violent vibration shook the late-night beach, and the entire beach seemed to tremble under the powerful momentum.

"I will ask you again after I obtain the Holy Grail. What I want to conquer is the end of the world, my unattainable dream!" Iskandar's voice was full of immense confidence and pride, and the blazing light in his eyes was as hot as a raging fire.

"Even if it is the end of the sea of stars, I will conquer it!" His shout was like a war drum, shaking people's hearts and arousing endless fighting spirit.

The cry for war had already been declared, and neither side had reason to speak any further. Diarmait wordlessly stepped forward from behind Kayneth, shielding him behind him. The blood-stained tip of his spear gleamed coldly in the moonlight, pointing directly at the brow of Iskandar, who stood poised in the distance, his fighting spirit brimming with energy.

Iskandar jerked the reins, and the chariot charged forward. Dazzling lightning flashed beneath the hooves of the sacred bull, and the entire beach seemed to tear apart. Diarmait's gaze was sharp, and his steps danced lightly across the soft sand, his calf tendons tense with strength. He seized the opportunity, leaping into the air at the instant the chariot approached. His spear pierced the air with a streak of crimson light, piercing Iskandar.

Iskandar swung his sword fiercely, blocking the fierce attack. The sword and the spear collided in the air, making a sharp metal friction sound and sparks flying.

——But this move was just a feint. Diarmuid's movements were as swift as the wind. He took advantage of the momentum of the collision between the spear and the sword to flip directly in the air, twisting his body and stabbing the deadly yellow rose into Iskandar's back.

Although Iskandar could greatly improve his mobility with the help of his chariot, his agility was only D. Facing Diarmait, whose agility was A+, he was unable to turn around in time to block the shot.

With a flick of the reins, the bull and the chariot suddenly changed direction, drawing a fairly standard Z-shaped trajectory on the beach. The emergency avoidance, like drifting, made Weber in the chariot howl.

Yes, the loudest sound in the battle so far was not the clash of spears and swords, nor the thunder of bulls and chariots—

⑥玐诌（五）?虾林寺〤，雨.!罩——but it was Weber’s scream.

The reason I say so far is because he quickly passed out in the car and couldn't shout anymore.

Iskandar, adjusting his stance, parried the deadly attack from Yellow Rose with his sword. He swung the reins once more, and the bull leaped, sending the chariot spinning through the air. Lightning crackled all around, emitting a deafening roar. Diarmait advanced, rapidly approaching the chariot, his two lances clashing, streaking through the air with sharp streaks of light.

His long spear thrust straight into Iskandar's chest, while his short spear struck his ribs from the side. However, Iskandar, relying on the chariot's maneuverability, adjusted his stance and blocked all of them.

Diarmait tapped the ground with his toes, quickly putting distance between himself and his opponent. He looked at the charred marks left by the divine thunder on his body. Even the Magic Gundam B was powerless to withstand the lightning strike symbolizing Zeus's manifestation. Diarmait knew that if he continued like this, he would be at a disadvantage. He decided to change his strategy, prioritizing the destruction of Iskandar's sacred bull to weaken the opponent's mobility.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, are you planning to kill my mount first?"

Iskandar sensed Diarmait's intention and laughed heartily. Instead of shying away, he swung the reins again, and the chariot, like a roaring beast, charged towards Diarmait once more. Diarmait, at the moment the chariot charged, dove sideways and thrust his scarlet spear straight into the divine bull's eyes.

The bull leaped lightly, dodging Diarmait's attack. However, Diarmait did not give up. The Yellow Rose of Destruction followed closely behind, attacking the bull's legs from the side. The bull moved swiftly, engulfed in lightning, the sand beneath its hooves scorched black by the lightning. However, Diarmait's attack was swift, the tip of his spear flickering in the air, searching for the bull's weakness.

Iskandar swung his sword, trying to stop Diarmait's advance, but with a mere D Agility, how could he possibly hold off Diarmait's A+? The demon-destroying red rose danced in the air, while the annihilating yellow rose, shielded by its spear, attacked the bull from various angles, each strike carrying a determined kill.

The long spear and the short spear shielded each other, and no one except Diarmait could tell whether the blow was a feint or a real one before it landed. Diarmait precisely controlled the direction of the battle, his fake and real spear techniques constantly tempting his opponent to reveal even a moment's flaw.

—Knight's Strategy: B, a skill Diarmait possesses. Rather than strengthening himself, it emphasizes calm observation, tricking the opponent into misjudgment and seizing a fleeting opportunity for victory.

Finally, Diarmait found an opportunity, and the red rose of invincibility pierced the leg of one of the bulls. The bull let out a painful cry, and the balance of the chariot was momentarily disturbed. Diarmait did not hesitate, and the yellow rose of invincibility followed closely behind, piercing the bull's heart.

The other bull was startled, and the chariot lost its balance. Iskandar swung his sword violently, trying to stabilize the situation. But Diarmait did not give him any chance to breathe. He crossed the two guns in his hands in the air and attacked the remaining bull again. Finally, Diarmait's two guns pierced the fatal part of the bull at the same time, and the bull fell to the ground with a bang. Iskandar's chariot lost its balance and tilted suddenly. Iskandar jumped off the chariot, but he did not care about Weber who was still in the chariot——

——He was thrown out, fell to the ground, and woke up from his coma.

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The work and rest schedule that I finally adjusted is messed up again. Maybe I really need to take a day off to have a good rest (

New author, new book, please vote (

Volume 53: The Alchemist's Apprentice from the Fourth War: . I'm fighting the King's Army? Is that true?

"Hahahaha, those two divine bulls were gifted by Zeus, yet they were hunted so easily!" Iskandar brushed off the dust and then scooped up Weber, whose head was buried in the sand, like pulling a carrot out of his hand. He laughed heartily, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "You truly are such an inspiring man! I'm growing fond of you!"

Diarmait sheathed his spears from the fight and watched Iskandar warily. His entire body tensed, ready for the next attack. The howling sea breeze stirred up the dust from the ground, forming a thin barrier around the two men.

"Unfortunately, if I want to recruit you, I must also recruit the Master you serve!" Iskandar continued, his voice like thunder, echoing in the night sky. "You two are both talents I desire very much. Let me ask you one last time—"

He raised the sword of Jupiter, the blade gleaming coldly in the moonlight. "--Will you two submit to me? If so, I will treat you as close friends and share the joy of conquering the world with you."

"Wait until you obtain the Holy Grail first," Kayneth sighed helplessly. Faced with such blunt and repeated solicitations, he couldn't really feel any resentment. He stood on the beach, the wind blowing his bloodstained robe, making him look particularly bleak. "It's really hard to accept such a proposal right now."

"Hahahahahahahahahaha! Good, very good!" Iskandar swung the sword of Jupiter in his hand, and the blade slashed a cold light in the air. "It seems that I can only fully demonstrate my kingly way to you!"

Iskandar's voice was filled with endless pride. "Diarmait, be prepared to grit your teeth and fight with all your might. If you are not careful—"

"——I may not be able to stop in time before you are killed!"

"My compatriots, come here!" Iskandar's voice echoed in the air like thunder. The strong wind carrying hot sand seemed to respond to the king's call, quickly dispersing the cold fog on the coast and rushing towards everyone.

The wind carried a scorching breath, as if emanating from a distant desert, instantly enveloping the people. Sand grains danced in the air, as if countless dancers were celebrating the king's call. Each grain shimmered, reflecting the blazing sunlight and dispelling the chill of the night.

The chill on the beach was quickly replaced by a scorching wave of air, the sand beneath my feet gradually warming. The surrounding environment was rapidly transformed by this raging wind, from a once moist beach to a desolate desert. On the skyline, the stars and moon, once high in the night sky, were swallowed by this strange force, replaced by a dazzling sunlight, as if the world had been reshaped anew.

The thoughts of the heroic spirits who had once shared Iskandar's dream now converged upon the sword of Jupitertis from across time and space. Iskandar stood at the center of the swirling heat, his laughter resounding like a resounding bell. His crimson cape fluttered from his shoulders, dancing with the wind as if alive. The swirling heat added force, like an invisible hand, pushing everything to a climax.

"How can words alone make you understand my conquest? Here and now, I must show you the true form of a king!"

As Iskandar cried out, this unusually hot wind began to overturn and erode reality. The cool night on the beach was replaced by a scorching sun. The wind carried sand and dust into the air, and the ground beneath their feet became dry and scorching.

Kenneth stood in the distance, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. "An inherent barrier..." he muttered, his voice nearly drowned out by the gusting wind. "He manifests as a Rider, yet he can materialize the mental world." He peered through the dust and sand at the not-quite-tall figure, his heart filled with confusion and shock.

Iskandar, however, was quite perceptive in hearing Kayneth's sigh. A proud smile appeared on his face as he replied, "This is not something I could have accomplished alone," he said. "This is the land my armies once traversed. This is a scene deeply engraved in the hearts of the brave men who have shared my joys and sorrows!"

Amidst the raging wind, Kenneth frowned, pondering. "Such a massive barrier, Waver's magic power wouldn't be able to sustain it..." he thought silently. In reality, Iskandar was a Heroic Spirit that consumed a considerable amount of magic power, which was why he had initially devised the strategy of having two Masters jointly provide magic for the Heroic Spirit.

"Or is it relying on the magic power that he has stored up on a daily basis instead of asking directly for it from his Master? This brat, when will he understand that he has always been taken care of, really..."

As the world shifted, even the relative positions of those caught up in it shifted. Kayneth was transported far to the other side of the wilderness, as if the very world had intentionally excluded him. Iskandar clearly had no intention of allowing him to participate in the ensuing battle. Only Diarmait and Iskandar, their master and servant, remained at the center of the battlefield.

It was clearly still a one-on-one fight, so why was Kenneth moved out of the way?

Around Iskandar, shadows like a mirage appeared. There weren't just one shadow, but two, four... Each one seemed to condense from thin air. The hazy figures on horseback multiplied over time, rapidly forming a formation. Gradually, the figures took on color and three-dimensionality, as if transformed from a phantom mirage into a real existence.

This wasn't a one-on-one fight at all. Facing this gradually emerging army, the two spears in Diarmait's hands seemed particularly lonely and powerless. This scene should have been a solemn battle, but in this contrast, it seemed a bit ridiculous.

“This world, this landscape, takes shape because it is the mental image of all of us.” Iskandar’s voice echoed in the wind and sand, firm and powerful.

The figures grew clearer in the rustling sand, each cavalryman transforming from illusion into reality. The cavalrymen varied in race and equipment, their exotic armor and weapons gleaming dazzlingly in the sunlight. Yet, at this moment, their unwavering faith united them under Iskandar's command.

"Are they all Servants?!" With the clairvoyance he gained from completing the formal Master Contract, Kenneth saw through the identities of these cavalrymen. He exclaimed in shock, for before him lay an army assembled from Servants.

Iskandar waved his arms, proudly boasting of his army. "Behold, this is my unrivaled army!" His words were filled with boundless pride and glory. "These are legendary warriors whose bodies have perished, but whose spirits have been summoned by the world as 'Heroic Spirits' and remain loyal to me. They have answered my call, transcending time and space, and are my eternal allies! The bond between them is my greatest treasure! My kingly way! This is the Noble Phantasm that I, Iskandar, am most proud of—"

Iskandar's thunderous voice resounded in the desert. He raised his arms high, as if to embrace the entire world in his arms.

“—『The King’s Army (Ionian Hetairoi)』”

Facing this immensely powerful army, Diarmait felt unprecedented pressure. Every cavalryman's eyes burned with unwavering faith, a radiant loyalty and admiration for Iskandar. The wind and sand continued to swirl through the air, the scorching sun causing every particle of the air to tremble slightly.

The only unridden horse approached Iskandar. It was a sturdy and powerful beast, a beast worthy of being called a behemoth. Its coat shone like obsidian, its muscles were wiry, its hooves were steady and powerful, and its breath emitted bursts of hot air. Iskandar smiled faintly and easily mounted it, his movements as natural and smooth as flowing water. He tossed Weber onto the horse as well. Weber clung to the saddle tightly, looking a little embarrassed, but he followed closely behind.

"A king is someone who lives a happier life than anyone else, earning the respect of all!" Iskandar raised his sword, its edge gleaming dazzlingly in the sunlight. He swung it again at Diarmait, his voice echoing like thunder across the desert. "Seeing this sight, aren't you both moved in the least?"

The surrounding scene seemed to echo his bold words. A fierce wind whipped up dust, filling the air with fine golden sand grains that shimmered like countless tiny diamonds in the sunlight. In the desert, groups of cavalry stood in awe, their armor gleaming in the sun, their horses snorting heavily, as if ready to charge at any moment. Iskandar's voice echoed across the land with unparalleled momentum.

This was the third attempt to recruit him, and the last before the war. If he was rejected again, there would be no doubt that the outcome would be decided.

"The balance of victory has never tilted in your favor." Kenneth was a little shocked, but he remained unmoved. "Quantitative change does not necessarily lead to qualitative change."

"Diarmait, break through the siege and bring me victory."

Although the current atmosphere is indeed very suitable for him to say something to fight back, not to mention that he has no intention of surrendering, and his master's words are exactly in line with his own thoughts -

——But Diarmait couldn't help but turn his head to look at Kenneth who made such a bold statement.

It's simple. The one who is going to go up is not Kenneth, but Diarmait himself.

To be honest, if it weren't for the fact that they couldn't show any weakness in front of the enemy, Kenneth and Diarmait would have cursed a long time ago.

After briefly weighing the twin pistols in his hands, Diarmait turned back and faced his enemy in silence. The scorching air seemed frozen, the dust dancing gently beneath his feet, and the atmosphere on the battlefield was extremely tense.

Perhaps at this moment he could have something in common with Gilgamesh—

—We'd finally defeated the boss's Noble Phantasm, so how could we enter the second stage so quickly? Diarmait smiled bitterly inwardly, but outwardly maintained the calm and resoluteness of a warrior. His gaze was fixed on the enemies ahead...staring at them, silently expressing his position.