Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

He pulled out the ingredients he had prepared from a small "vesicle" separated by the Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid, mentally reviewing what had just happened. The sea breeze, mixed with the subtle rustling of sand, was particularly clear in the silent night. Xing Qingjiu began to use the Uruk Cup as an alchemical cauldron, pouring the ingredients into it. Magic power continuously dissolved into the elemental mercury, slowly undergoing a transmutation within the cup.

——He was trying reverse engineering, trying to expand the Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid he had.

Fortunately, Kayneth didn't see it, or he'd have been a bit overwhelmed. A guy who had only recently learned alchemy was already plotting to reverse engineer one of his greatest masterpieces, the Moon Spirit Marrow, the ultimate rite of the El-Melloi Cult. If he succeeded, it would be beyond genius.

This is called cheating.

"What? If you think about it carefully, the principle is not difficult." Xing Qingfu muttered to himself as he gave up on expanding the Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid on hand. The reason was simple. This thing was as difficult as rubbing a CPU with sand.

In fact, if you trace it back to its origin, the magic engraved on this lump of mercury is not that sophisticated. It uses magic to change the properties of the mercury, and by manipulating the resistance of the mercury to the flow of magic, it changes the flow of magic.

——Then, using this principle, they managed to squeeze something similar to the von Neumann architecture in. Although it was still too simple compared to the proper von Neumann architecture, with no data processor and only a structure similar to program instruction memory, this thing already had a design that separated the central processing unit and storage device.

This damn thing's computing speed is incredibly fast. Although it's the result of a lot of force, it's really outrageous. Because its storage and CPU are separated, even if it is damaged, it can be repaired very easily, unless the part responsible for storage is damaged-

——But this thing is fluid.

Xing Qingfeng had to admit that while Kenneth might seem like a pretentious lemonhead, he was truly a genius. No wonder he mastered modern computer technology at a rocket-like pace, tinkering with his own system in a single afternoon. He was a true master of the Turing machine.

In addition, he took the six fragments he got from the spirit tomb and after studying them, he made a supreme ceremonial three-base magic furnace. Now in Xing Qingfu's eyes, Kenneth looked like a garbage guy in the magic world.

Xing Qingfeng analyzed the structure of the Moon Spirit Marrow Fluid while his hands kept boiling the elixir, and his mind was simultaneously reviewing the results of his recent experiment. Even so, he still had one thread of thought idling—the fundamental skill of an alchemist: compartmentalized thinking. Now he could barely separate his thoughts into two.

"Can it exist without a soul..." Xing Qingqiu picked up a piece of minced meat and pondered, "How the hell is this thing transformed? The mass-energy conversion rate of ether is a bit terrifying, isn't it?"

He glanced at the tissue in his hand. The scrap of flesh shone faintly in the moonlight, delicate and eerie. "If this material were used to mimic the human body, creating an identical object, its structure identical to a normal human, but without a soul... it could sense pain and react to it, but it wouldn't actually be aware of it..."

Xing Qingjiu's remaining thought thread forcibly cut short his thoughts on this question. He stretched and looked down at the Uruk cup in his hand. The silver mercury in the cup shone coldly in the moonlight, and the flowing liquid seemed to tremble slightly as if it had life.

After Xing Qingwu pondered for a moment, he carefully put sulfur and salt into the cup. When the silver mercury came into contact with these materials, a subtle chemical reaction instantly occurred, emitting a faint hissing sound.

"It's clearly a remedy for healing the dying and the wounded," Xing Qingfeng sighed. But if his guess was correct, this thing's lethality to spiritual beings might be even stronger than the ointment just now. "It's much more difficult to use it to save people than to kill them."

He raised the golden cup and sipped the silver paste in the moonlight. The thick liquid, tinged with warmth, slid down his throat, feeling like he was drinking sesame paste. His throat felt slightly warm, and the warmth quickly spread throughout his body, bringing an indescribable pleasure.

"Have you figured it out?" Newton's voice came from behind him, and he patted Xing Qingqiu's shoulder. "If you kill someone without staining your hands with blood, you won't feel pain."

"Teacher, are you watching?" Xing Qingyu was shocked. He really didn't expect that Newton could still focus on him even when he was fighting with Gilgamesh.

"It's not a big deal." Xing Qingyu stood up and patted the sand off himself. The sand fell with the movement, making a slight sound. "I haven't felt the weight of life, but instead I feel how fragile it is."

"...Let's not talk about this, teacher. Is there any problem with Kenneth?" Xing Qingyu collected his thoughts and turned to Newton and asked.

"Inside the inherent barrier, I'll take you to see how to invade other people's inherent barriers." Newton took Xing Qingjiu to a place where there seemed to be nothing. There were only their two shadows intertwined in the moonlight on the beach.

"The principle behind the inherent barrier is probably the materialization of a mental landscape, replacing oneself with the world while maintaining the same state."

"The magus's theory is that when a magic barrier is deployed, the size of the magus and the world are swapped, completely enclosing the world within a small container. But in reality, it's just a change in the reference frame. All we need to do is calculate the other party's reference frame and substitute it into the calculation—"

Suddenly, the scenery in front of me changed abruptly. The scorching sun and yellow sand replaced the night coast. The air was filled with a hot breath, and the dryness of the desert hit me in the face.

The desert scene was breathtaking. The scorching sun blinded the eyes, and overhead, like a fireball, scorched the sand. The wind, tinged with fine sand, felt like needles on my face. The horizon was a dazzling golden color, as if heaven and earth merged into one. Xing Qingfeng struggled to adjust to this sudden change, feeling the scorching wind on his face and the dry air he breathed.

"——You can easily invade or leave the inherent barrier set up by others." As soon as Newton finished speaking, the scene in front of him had completely changed.

"Have you learned it?" Newton turned to look at Xing Qingwu.

"I'll just remember the characteristics of the magic fluctuations just now."

"It would be much easier to reverse-decode the code within the inherent barrier." Newton waved his hand, signaling Xing Qingfeng to take his time. The hot desert wind blew their clothes, bringing with it bursts of scorching air.

"I'll give you fifteen minutes. If you can't figure it out within fifteen minutes, you'll have to practice another two hundred hours." Newton's voice was firm and unquestionable.

"It's just the magical fluctuation characteristics. Do you want me to reverse the operation..." Xing Qingfeng sighed, "You really know how to make it difficult for me."

"Caster, I don't know how you got here..." Iskandar shouted from a distance, his voice full of both majesty and pride, "Before we begin the battle, I have a question for you—"

"--If my journey is to the sea of stars, I will also include the other side of the sea into my territory. Are you willing to go to the other side of the sea with me?"

"Impossible! Give up!" Newton retorted coldly. "The undead should just stay where they belong. The world no longer belongs to you."

"Why? Isn't my goal ambitious enough?" Iskandar asked doubtfully. "When I learned that humans had reached the sky, I sincerely wanted to include the entire starry sea within my territory!"

"Is my vision still not enough to satisfy you?"

"Huh? Because you're just a ghost," Newton said mercilessly. "Even if a ghost regains its life, it's still a ghost. The gap between what you knew and learned in your lifetime and the past few thousand years means you can't possibly belong to this era."

"Even if you acquire more modern knowledge and understand the modern system, you will never be able to integrate into this era—"

"—at your core, you are the same dead soul that has long since decayed and should have been swept into history," Newton sneered. "What era is it now? You're still dreaming of restoring your dynasty. You haven't given up on this dream yet. Have you awakened from this dream yet?"

"If humanity can only rely on the undead for its future, if humanity can only be led and ruled by the undead, then it would be better if that world ended sooner rather than later. Do you understand, undead?"

"...Is that so? It seems you are destined to be unable to accept the kingly way of fr弍零⑧（五）球镹衤三翏久朕."

The violent sandstorm gradually subsided, and an orderly army gradually emerged in front of the two of them - that was one of the means by which Iskandar was able to conquer Asia and Europe: the Macedonian Phalanx.

The Macedonian phalanx gradually emerged from the dust, a motionless forest of steel. Its orderly formations resembled battle totems carved into the earth. Each soldier wore gleaming armor, wielded a spear, their gazes resolute. The battle flags fluttered in the fierce wind, their bright red juxtaposed against the golden sunlight, striking the air with its striking brilliance.

The soldiers were arrayed in perfect order, the spears of the front row like sharp blades piercing the sky, while the shields of the back row formed an impenetrable line of defense. Their eyes, sharp as eagles in the dust and sand, were intimidating.

"Since you are bound to become an obstacle on my road to conquest, I can only use my army to crush you!" Iskandar's voice resounded through the sky like thunder, followed by the soldiers' uniform shouts.

"Qingjiu, if you can't finish the calculation in fifteen minutes, then you'll have to practice for another two hundred hours. Remember that?" Newton didn't care about the noise from the opposite army at all. Instead, he turned around and urged Xing Qingji to finish the calculation.

"Okay, let's calculate it. I think it will be finished in ten minutes."

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My fever has inexplicably reached 37 degrees Celsius again. It's very strange. Whether it was 38 degrees Celsius before or 37 degrees Celsius now, I only had a fever without any other complications. I didn't feel anything except a little dizzy.

But for the sake of my life, I still have to go to the hospital tomorrow. If I can update in time, I won’t need to ask for leave. If I have to rest, I will send a leave note tomorrow.

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Volume 56: Alchemy Apprentice from the Fourth War: . The Distant Light Unknown to the Moon

"Hey, hey, you must be kidding..." Ptolemy looked at the army that was not moving forward in surprise, "How the hell did that guy do it?"

Ptolemy's eyes were filled with disbelief. What he saw was beyond comprehension. The entire army seemed bound by invisible chains. Though every soldier strained to march, some even sweating profusely, they made no progress. Their faces were tanned red by the scorching sun, and sweat streamed down their cheeks, forming tiny specks of mud on the golden sand.

"No matter what kind of magician I've seen in the Age of Gods or the alchemists in the Atlas Academy, they couldn't possibly have accomplished something like this," Ptolemy muttered to himself. "It's just too bizarre no matter how you look at it."

The magicians accompanying the army were at a loss. They reported that they could not sense any magical fluctuations at all, and had no idea what methods the enemy had used. The entire army seemed trapped in an invisible cage. The soldiers' limbs could move freely, and their war cries were still deafening, but their bodies seemed to be nailed to the ground, unable to move forward.

Under the scorching sun, the desert's heat waves rolled endlessly, and the yellow sand danced in the wind, like a golden ocean. The army stood in this endless yellow sand, their ranks in good order, their morale high, but their current situation, unable to move forward, made them feel extremely powerless. Every soldier's eyes were filled with confusion and bewilderment. The weapons in their hands gleamed coldly in the sunlight, but they could not wield their power.

Newton stood at a distance, observing all this calmly. Not only had Newton invaded Iskandar's inherent barrier, he had also conveniently modified its parameters to better suit his own Noble Phantasm. Iskandar's mental landscape became incredibly fragile in Newton's hands, easily toyed with. Could this also be considered a kind of bull?

In a completely idealized, flat, uniform three-dimensional space, vector analysis alone could explain the illusion of the world. Within the eroded barrier, Newton's calculations could be more intuitively demonstrated. In other words, this barrier, to a certain extent, served as a simulation of an ideal laboratory environment, where conditions like "no friction" and "constant linear motion" could be achieved.

In Newton's calculations, all soldiers were simplified into particles, ignoring their details and individual differences. This cold mathematical simplification had an extremely strange effect -

The soldiers' limbs seemed to move on a separate plane from their bodies, appearing comical and powerless. Like puppets, their limbs moved in an attacking motion, but their bodies remained motionless, as if restrained by an invisible force field.

"What's this, a spacewalking army?" Xing Qingfeng grumbled, his gaze sweeping over the trapped soldiers. Under the scorching sun, their sweat dripped continuously, mixing with the sand and dirt to form muddy trails. The soldiers' armor shone brightly in the blazing sun, reflecting a dazzling light.

The wind whistled and swirled, a low whistling sound that seemed to recount the countless battles that Iskandar and his men had endured. The grains of sand shimmered in the sunlight like countless tiny stars, hazy and dazzling.

"Have the magicians prepare to cast their spells." Iskandar surveyed the scene with anguish. He had originally not intended to use the army's magicians, because within the inherent barrier, all the expenses incurred by the accompanying magicians would have to be borne by Iskandar. And Waver's meager magical power... well, from the moment the "King's Army" was deployed until now, its consumption had been supplied by Iskandar's accumulated magic power.

Amidst the swirling sand, the soldiers' armor gleamed glaringly in the sunlight, their faces etched with anxiety and confusion. Though their fighting spirit was high, they knew no bounds. Under the blazing sun, the air was thick with tension, like a powder keg ready to explode.

“My king…” Eumenes wanted to say something but was interrupted by Iskandar.

"Alright, you always like to nag," Iskandar said nonchalantly. "If I'm still haggling over supplies when facing a decisive battle, how can I possibly secure victory?"

"But I guess ordinary magic won't have any effect on him..." Iskandar pondered for a moment and called to Ptolemy, "Hey, Ptolemy, do you still have that mirror?"

Ptolemy stood beside Iskandar, wearing silver armor, holding a spear and a silver shield. His eyes gleamed with memories, and a nostalgic smile played on his lips.

"Although I didn't bring my Noble Phantasm with me, I did bring this thing down with my armor!" Ptolemy responded, his voice tinged with excitement and nostalgia. "Seeing this mirror reminds me of my adventures with you, little brat... and the King!"

Ptolemy took out a mirror from his armor. The mirror reflected a dazzling light in the sunlight, as if it contained endless power.

"Hahahaha, that's good, then the mirror should still be usable, right?" Iskandar laughed, his voice full of pride and confidence.

"Because I don't have a Noble Phantasm, I can't charge it," Ptolemy replied distressedly. "Even releasing it would have been a problem, but fortunately, the nature of this mirror is to convert energy into pure and intense light and heat—"

As he spoke, the mirror glowed brighter, as if responding to his words. Under the scorching sun, the mirror seemed to transform into a small sun, emitting a fiery light.

"--If it could assist with charging, it should have a similar effect to releasing a Noble Phantasm."

"Hmm... I'll teleport you to the front of the formation later, and the accompanying magicians will help you with your energy," Iskandar said, his eyes filled with expectation and trust. He wanted to pat Ptolemy's shoulder, but because he couldn't move, he had to give up. "Is that all right?"

"Haha, please leave it to me!" Ptolemy responded generously.

Iskandar nodded and waved his hand. Ptolemy felt a powerful force envelop him, and the next moment, he was transported to the front line, standing at the forefront of the army.

"Teacher, I'm done--" At the other end of the wind and sand, Xing Qingfu's words had just fallen when his figure disappeared into the inherent barrier.

"Alas, it seems my calculations are a bit off." Xing Qingfeng, half of his body stuck on the reef, complained, "What is this, a stuck model?"

"Luckily, the pain is automatically blocked after it exceeds the limit, otherwise I would have been left with a psychological trauma like a certain person with spatial abilities." After Xing Qingyu tried to pull himself out but failed, he looked up at the night sky speechlessly. A meteor was streaking through the night sky.

"If I want to go back..." Although Xing Qingfeng still hasn't come up with a complete analytical solution, he memorized the characteristics of the magic fluctuations that Newton deliberately revealed at the time and substituted them into the calculations.

——"The distant light that the moon does not know (Pharos Tis Alexandreias)!"

It was obvious that this guy had miscalculated the coordinates not only when he left, but also when he returned. Xing Qingfeng was now at the forefront of Iskandar's army.

Beside him, a burly man with dark skin and white hair slammed a blow on the heart-protecting mirror on his chest, causing it to flash with a blinding light. Instantly, a massive beam of magical light erupted from the mirrored surface of his chest, like a blazing beam of light, blasting straight towards Newton in the distance.

Xing Qingyu, standing nearby, could clearly feel the endless flow of magic power flowing through the magicians at the military formation and into the man, providing an endless supply of energy for the light cannon. The air was filled with intense energy fluctuations, suffocating.

"Oh shit, spirit bomb!" Xing Qingfeng shouted.

"The distant light, unknown to the moon," is the Lighthouse of Alexandria, one of the Seven Wonders of the World. The lighthouse can not only detect objects 56 kilometers away, but can even burn ships on the coastline. Ptolemy used the very heart of this lighthouse—the mirror he had acquired during his youthful adventures with Iskandar, capable of transforming all energy into intense light and heat.

A fiery beam of light pierced the desert sands, hurtling towards Newton, seemingly tearing apart everything in its path. Wherever the beam passed, the air was scorched and distorted, and the sand on the ground was instantly melted by the intense heat, forming tiny streams of glass.

Although it was unclear whose beam would be reflected if this Noble Phantasm clashed with Archimedes', Ptolemy was currently facing Newton—

——Newton, who created the particle theory of light, corrected countless fallacies in past optical research, and laid the foundation of modern optics.

Although this might be the most lethal means that could be used when the army was unable to advance, Xing Qingfeng still felt that using a light cannon against Newton was somewhat humorous.

"Hey brother," he shouted to Ptolemy who was firing a beam cannon next to him, "Although you look very handsome when firing the Spirit Bomb, I suggest you prepare for defense now--"

"——Otherwise, you will be in a really embarrassing situation when you are hit by your own light cannon." After Xing Qingfu shouted, he didn't care whether Ptolemy heard it or not, and left the inherent barrier again.

Newton simply raised his hand and easily changed the trajectory of the light cannon, reflecting it completely back. Ptolemy's light cannon immediately reversed direction and returned to its source.

"Silver Shield Soldiers, raise your shields and prepare for the attack!" Iskandar immediately ordered.

The silver shield soldiers guided and divided the repelled light cannons, creating diversion channels through the army. The silver shield soldiers quickly raised their silver shields, forming a solid defensive line, gradually dividing the destructive impact of the light cannons through diversion. The silver shields shone with a cold light, reflecting the blazing light of the light cannons like smooth mirrors.

Guided by the Silver Shield Soldiers, the laser cannon's energy rapidly dispersed along the diversion channels. The blazing energy shockwave was skillfully directed to the rear of the army, surging through like a flood. Huge clouds of dust rose from the ground, like a desert storm, filling the air and obscuring the sky.

The air was filled with a burning smell, and the scorching temperature was suffocating.

But the army itself was almost unscathed.

After all, it was his army that enabled Iskandar to conquer Europe and continue his eastward conquests. Although the Age of Gods had nearly faded from the continent by that time (330 BCE), and most magic had begun to transform into something more like transformation magic, there were still approximately three hundred years until the year 1 AD, when the True Aether dissipated. Magic still retained characteristics of the Age of Gods, and a considerable number of magicians from that era were still active.

If his army had no means to resist great magecraft or even light cannon-type magecraft, then his conquest would be a complete joke—

——We might as well call Iskandar’s Eastern Expedition a melee between a few magicians of the Age of Gods and the army that serves as a background.

The Silver Shield Soldiers were the Macedonian phalanx's means of combating enemy magic. These veterans, who had accompanied Iskandar on his campaigns, earned their name from the silver shields they wielded. These elite infantrymen used their silver shields and spears to direct the flow of magical energy, minimizing the impact on the formation.

Their deployment within the phalanx, orchestrated by the Age of Gods magician bearing the name of Hephaestion, was designed to maximize the dissipation of large-scale magic like light cannons. The vast majority of the magic power could be safely channeled elsewhere in the formation, or even used to strike back at the enemy. In this process, the Silver Shield soldiers within the formation only had to bear a relatively small portion of the damage.

Just as electricity flows through a circuit, the Silver Shields act as resistors and electrical appliances. By designing the circuit so that each resistor carries no more current than its maximum capacity, Iskandar's army can remain viable even against the Great Mage.

"Thank goodness I adjusted the formation beforehand..." Iskandar sighed with relief as he watched Ptolemy's light cannons being driven back the way they had come. While his army possessed countermeasures against Grand Magecraft, these tactics were only effective once the formation was complete. The Silver Shields' magical connection with the other troops maximized their defensive capabilities once the formation was complete.

A fierce wind whipped up dust, and the sky was filled with yellow sand like a thick smog, obscuring the sun. The Silver Shield Soldiers stood firm like an iron wall, their shields gleaming and reflecting the blazing sunlight, forming a dazzling curtain of light.

"Everyone, adjust your positions immediately and continue trying to move!" Iskandar did not show any sign of slackness. His voice echoed in the army like thunder, and every soldier could feel the urgency.

In the distance, a magnificent scene unfolded around Newton. Prisms hovered around him, reflecting countless rays of multicolored light. A terrifying surge of magical power converged around him like a tsunami, and rays of light shot out from the prisms, interweaving into a vast net.

Pseudo-Optics

Lord Niu was petty and as a Caster, he was bombarded by Rider's light cannon.

Then what he had to do was very simple. If he was bombarded by a light cannon, he would use the light cannon to bombard back.

No matter how much the Silver Shields diverted the flow, their ability to withstand it still had an upper limit. In other words, the total resistance in the circuit was limited.

——Then Newton only needs to use a large enough current to burn out the circuit.

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