Magician in Type-Moon

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With a light step, Typhon's power erupted from within him.

—Resisting the ring of fire.

Flames spread silently from the center of Matou Pond.

But it was no ordinary flame.

It is a surge of heat energy that instantly distorts the surrounding air pressure, like Typhon's awakening from the abyss, shattering false existence from the world.

Under the impact of the heat flow, the swordsman behind him, along with the surrounding air, was violently torn apart, shattered into pieces, and dissipated into pure light dust in the storm.

The burning blast surged toward the storm's barrier, and the instant it met the torrential rain, it suddenly burst forth with blinding white mist, billowing and churning like the fog at the entrance to the underworld.

In that instant when the fog began to rise, Kiz's voice rang out again.

—It came from the stormy sea, as if echoing from the ends of the earth.

"That deity is one of the most well-known deities in Greece."

The sound was amplified by the raging wind, like a shattered echo, building up layer by layer in the storm.

Ironically, there are very few anecdotes about him having a "personality".

Just as the English word 'ocean' originates from Him,

Just as Homer's epics refer to Him as the 'Father of the Gods'.

Despite his unparalleled influence, His legend has been lost to time.

As he whispered, the storm raged on, and the swaying light and shadow on the deck distorted in the tempest, as if the whole world was responding to this ancient tale.

"Perhaps the most famous legacy concerns His stance in the War of the Gods and Giants."

"They did not choose to take sides, nor did they make any clear statement."

The sound, carried by the sea breeze, crashed against the waves, like a curtain of light shattered by a sharp blade, turning into countless fragments in the air.

"He was probably viewed in the same way in the age of mythology."

"He is not a god who 'rules over the sea,' but the sea itself."

"The source of all flowing water and all rivers."

The storm suddenly paused, as if the heavens and earth held their breath in response to Kiz's narration.

"The three deities you devoured—the water god, the sea god, and the sea god—have one thing in common that needs no further explanation."

Because, it can be said—

"The ocean and the rivers both originated from that god."

The words paused for a moment.

All sounds instantly vanished.

The only sound in the world was the thunderous roar of the rolling waves.

Then, Kiz slowly uttered that name—

"The name of that deity is—"

.........

Elgo was surrounded by cold, dark seawater.

The black water flowed endlessly.

Even though he understood that this was a concept different from reality, he could still feel the weight of that absurdity.

The amount of water was outrageously large, even beyond the limits of comprehension, as if the entire world had melted into an abyss, leaving only this dark body of water.

They should have been helplessly crushed in such an environment.

But he didn't.

He can still think, he can still exist.

—Because of what he ate.

There's no one here.

There was nothing else.

However, he sensed that "there was".

That presence shouldn't be here, yet it permeates all directions, as if it were integrated with the water flow of the entire world.

Then, Kiz's voice pierced through the void—

"The name of that god is—"

The seawater began to churn.

On the water's surface, a massive whirlpool silently formed.

Oceanus!

In an instant, the entire sea seemed to awaken.

—A thunderous echo.

Water flowed around heaven and earth, and the boundaries of the world were completely swallowed up by the flood and disappeared without a trace.

He is one of the twelve Titans, a god of water and ocean.

He is the river belt that winds around the universe.

"This cosmic river forms a circle and rotates."

That was the great river that the Greeks imagined, encircling the entire earth.

It is not simply an “ocean” or a “river”, but the source of all the world’s waterways.

With the revelation of his real name.

The sea parted.

The waves parted.

From the sea to the sky, everything was cleaved open, and the gods appeared.

It was neither in the form of an ape like Sun Wukong, nor in the form of a snake like the God of Night Calamity.

Instead, a metal ship appeared.

A colossal flying ship that could never have appeared in human history.

Chapter 530 Inside Story

"What's this……"

Isilid instantly regained consciousness and began to groan, as if even his thoughts had been crushed by this overwhelming presence.

“This…is not an ordinary god…” Alette murmured, her voice swallowed by the surging seawater around her, yet still carrying an uncontrollable tremor.

"It did not originate naturally..."

there's noise.

But it was not thunder or gale, but some indescribable whisper, as if seeping in from the cracks in the world itself.

The sea was cleaved open, as if forcibly separated as if it had lost its weight. The water on both sides surged toward the unseen sky, forming a majestic barrier, while in the center—something was rising.

That's a ship.

But it didn't carry balloons, propellers, or engines.

Unlike any known aircraft, it effortlessly defied the laws of physics, floating on the cracked ocean.

It may seem mysterious, but it isn't.

It is not magic, nor is it any known supernatural phenomenon.

It is an existence constructed with mechanisms that even modern science cannot fully comprehend.

—Defying gravity, distorting the speed of light, and achieving a transcendent crystallization of interstellar movement.

Its surface is as smooth as a mirror, yet it seems to be deep and boundless, distorting, swallowing, and turning all the light projected onto it into nothingness.

In the instant it ascends, the surrounding space seems to be reshaped.

Not only gravity, but even the flow of time is slightly disordered, creating a strange sense of stagnation.

Everything has been turned upside down.

Even just standing here, Isilid and Alette could feel that untouchable presence, which made them instinctively tremble, as if they were being pulled in a direction that did not belong to this world at all.

"From...the universe...?"

Alette's eyes widened, and her lips trembled slightly as she uttered this conjecture.

In the sky, the figure of the red-haired young man convulsed violently.

The phantom hand on his back was twisted abnormally, as if some unseen law was forcibly rewriting its way of existence.

Dozens of geometric rays of light raced wildly across the translucent phantom hand and Elgo's face, running without any pattern. Instead, they seemed to possess some unpredictable will of their own, flashing brightly for a moment and disappearing just as quickly, leaving behind distorted trails.

But that's not a magic circuit.

Like blood, like some kind of liquid metal, it was seeping out of Elgo's body, flowing, tangling, crawling along his skin like struggling snakes.

No.

Rather than a snake—

That's more like...

Pipelines.

The fine, crisscrossing lines seem to be weaving some kind of mechanical structure onto the young man's body, as if attempting to completely transform him into another life form.

Such a thing could not have existed in the mythological era.

The tubing gleamed with a metallic sheen, connecting the Phantom Hand to every inch of Elgo's muscles, constantly drawing magic from his body.

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