A Special Method

"Alone." Ritsuka Fujimaru didn't hide anything, then seeing Jekyll's concern, she quickly added, "Don't worry, he's very strong. If he's not strong enough, even if all of us attacked together, we probably wouldn't be able to handle him."

Hearing Ritsuka Fujimaru say this, Jekyll finally relaxed, but at the same time became even more curious about the mysterious person.

The combined strength of everyone present was less than that of Mephistopheles. Just how strong was Mephistopheles?

"That person is also a Servant?" Jekyll asked. Only a Servant could be that powerful, especially since there were two Servants among the people in front of them!

As for Mordred, since she's one of our own, she won't be included in this competition for now.

However, Ritsuka Fujimaru shook her head. "He's human, but don't worry, I haven't seen any Servant defeat him yet." Ritsuka Fujimaru laughed as she spoke, pointing to Black Jeanne, "If you don't believe me, you can ask her; they fought before."

This surprised not only Jekyll, but also Mordred.

She still had some recollection of Mephistopheles. When she first met these people, she did see a man there, and now that man was the only one missing, so Mephistopheles must be that man.

At the time, this person recognized me as a Servant at a glance. I was already somewhat surprised by the other person's sensitivity, being able to see through me even in this fog. I thought the other person was also some kind of powerful Servant, but now I didn't expect them to be a human.

Mordred looked at Black Jeanne. This woman was very powerful, ranking among the strongest Servants or Heroic Spirit. Yet now Ritsuka Fujimaru was saying that Black Jeanne had fought Mephistopheles and hadn't even been able to defeat a human Mephistopheles!

So everyone looked to Black Jeanne for confirmation.

Even if Black Jeanne shook her head and said it was a joke, everyone would have thought it was normal. But unexpectedly, Black Jeanne nodded and said without hesitation, "I can't beat him."

Seeing Black Jeanne so readily admit her defeat without any attempt to conceal it, the group was immediately shocked. What kind of incredible power did she possess to be able to overpower such a strong Servant?

Scholars, naturally, tend to judge problems and seek answers based on their own areas of knowledge. Jekyll pondered for a moment and asked, "Could it be that he has some special Magecraft technique that can suppress Servants who are constructed of spirits?"

Black Jeanne shook her head. "No, it's just a matter of raw power; I can't beat him in a head-on fight."

Jekyll became even more curious. How could a human defeat such a powerful Servant through sheer brute force? What kind of monster was this?

Could it be that aliens came to Earth and are pretending to be human?

"Well, based on what I've seen..." Mash Kyrielight hesitated for a moment before recounting what she had witnessed in the past, "Like Jason and Heracles from Greece mythology, who were both terrified of Mephistopheles and dared not fight him."

Jekyll was even more puzzled. "A figure from Greece mythology?!"

Mash Kyrielight nodded. "Yes, Jason was so scared that he didn't dare to fight. Heracles clearly didn't want to fight him either, and I heard that he even participated in Jason's Golden Fleece expedition and killed the Mother of All Demons along the way."

Jekyll gasped. As a scholar, he had studied these myths carefully. There was indeed a record in Greece mythology that Echidna, the mother of all monsters, appeared and gave birth to countless monsters that attacked the expeditionary ships. The heroes intervened, and even the moon goddess intervened, and only then was Echidna defeated.

But now it seems that it was Mephistopheles Echidna?!

"Wait, I remember some unofficial historical accounts, I mean some less popular records, that mentioned there was another person on the ship at the time, and that this person was the main force in killing Echidna. However, there are very few records about this person; they all say it was a man, but they don't say his name..."

Jekyll's expression shifted slightly as he said this.

"Could it be that the person mentioned in this record is Mephistopheles?!"

"Yes, based on the information we've heard, it was him, and this has also been confirmed by the moon goddess Artemis," Mash Kyrielight continued, nodding. "They were all acting together at the time, and it was Mephistopheles Echidna."

"That's impressive, but there's something strange about this myth. Why Echidna attacked this fleet remains a mystery."

Ritsuka Fujimaru looked helpless. "Because Mephistopheles killed her husband, Typhon, earlier. Typhon died at Mephistopheles's hands."

Upon hearing this answer, Jekyll was completely stunned.

What did he hear? The Argos sailed across the sea, and the biggest crisis they encountered on the way was Echidna. Mythologists have always been puzzled by the reason for Echidna's appearance, but they have no explanation.

Now there's finally an explanation: a human named Mephistopheles killed Typhon, the father of all monsters, which led to Typhon's wife Echidna seeking revenge. Looking at it this way, it does make sense!

But this logic only gave Jekyll more trouble.

Typhon's strength was abnormally high; even Zeus was defeated by him. Yet, this powerful Typhon was defeated by a human!

This is practically saying that a human being is stronger than the king of the gods in Greece mythology!

Wait a minute, we just said this guy's story takes place in the mythical era, so why is he still alive now? And still human?! Could it be that he discovered some way to achieve immortality?

Thinking this, Jekyll shook his head slightly, suppressing the doubt in his heart.

The secret to immortality might be a closely guarded secret of Mephistopheles, an extremely special Magecraft, and possibly even related to the Five Magics.

It's best not to try and find out, otherwise you might get into trouble.

Mephistopheles had already left the Clock Tower and was heading towards Soho District at an extremely fast pace.

Mephistopheles felt a surge of excitement as he thought about what those people had just said.

"It can harm people, and it's a book—this kind of book clearly has its own consciousness!"

"Could this be Grimoire? I never imagined that there were Grimoire in the world of Type-Moon. If I could obtain this Grimoire, I might be able to gain more True Magic knowledge directly from Grimoire!"

"Besides, if we let Ritsuka and the others handle this, and if it really is Grimoire, their minds and brains are very likely to be corrupted. I'll do it; my resistance is much stronger than theirs."

The term "Grimoire" refers to books that contain True Magic knowledge. They not only possess a wealth of True Magic information but also serve as powerful tools for studying True Magic.

The Divine Construct Mephistopheles forged with the help of the god of fire, along with that book, can be considered a half-finished Grimoire. As Mephistopheles continues to fill it with True Magic knowledge, its power will become stronger and stronger.

Of course, not all Grimoire are books. They can be made of human skin, animal skin, or even bamboo, stone slabs, etc., after True Magic knowledge is recorded. Even the so-called jade slips that appear in many cultivation novels are Grimoire. Mephistopheles even knew that such Grimoire existed.

In fact, jade slips are an upgraded version of bamboo slips. Because jade is more precious than bamboo, some wealthy people liked to record valuable information on jade slips, which are simply called jade slips.

If True Magic knowledge is inscribed into the scroll, it becomes a True Magic tool and is transformed into Grimoire.

For example, Ge Hong's "Baopuzi" is a Grimoire, which records the method of achieving immortality and becoming an immortal by relying on the study of demonic potions.

However, the knowledge in the Grimoire contains a deadly poison that can overturn one's entire worldview. If an ordinary person were to obtain it, just one glance would cause them to bleed from all seven orifices, and if they were to look at it too much, they would die instantly.

This is why practicing True Magic was very difficult in ancient times. After all, one had to constantly contend with the poison of True Magic knowledge, unlike modern True Magic, which, thanks to the research of the Golden Dawn, lowered the barrier to entry, making it safer and easier for people to learn True Magic knowledge.

At the same time, since the Grimoire Cultivation is a book whose purpose is to spread knowledge, once the seal is broken, it will frantically seek out people to spread its knowledge. Whoever is willing to help spread it, it will help them, which means it has its own consciousness.

Therefore, when Mephistopheles heard that a book could harm people, he immediately thought of this possibility.

This time, it's highly likely that what appeared was a Grimoire!

"Well, after all, this time it's not a human being, it's just a book. Type-Moon wouldn't create a bunch of card-selling characters that don't even look human like they did in 1999, would they?"

With that thought in mind, he sped up.

Soon, Mephistopheles arrived in Soho District, London, and looking at the houses, he sensed that many people were fast asleep.

This left Mephistopheles puzzled.

"They didn't cause any deaths, they're just asleep? And these people clearly seem to be dreaming..."

It simply fell into a sleep; it didn't die, nor did it exhibit any symptoms like bleeding from its seven orifices or going insane. It doesn't seem like a case of its sanity level being lowered due to toxic knowledge.

Mephistopheles pondered for a moment, then raised his right hand and began to wave it in the air, quickly writing out a series of words.

The words floated in mid-air, and Mephistopheles began to chant a spell in a low voice.

"With the power of Ramiel, protect the tranquility of dreams."

Since the target has put people to sleep, it is highly likely that they possess the ability to interfere with dreams, or even gain power from dreams and kill people through dreams. If that's the case, then we should protect the dreams of those who have fallen asleep.

He refused to believe that the guy could hide after he interfered with him like this. He thought the guy might have already discovered the problem and was coming over to cause trouble for him in a fit of rage.

Chapter 173 Special Methods

Ramiel, an angel recorded in the Book of Enoch, had functions that included illusions, and dreams were also part of his domain.

At the same time, He also possesses the power over souls. At this moment, after Mephistopheles used this special Angelic Power and cast the corresponding True Magic, the people who were originally sleeping very restlessly all fell into sweet dreams.

They slept soundly and peacefully, their dreams no longer disturbed.

Then, Mephistopheles sensed a power emerging, a power that could not be seen, but which was definitely present!

"Not yet formed? No, is it that it hasn't yet acquired a true physical body?" Mephistopheles stroked his chin, letting the force bombard his body, but unable to break through his defenses, rendering the opponent's attack ineffective.

Immediately afterwards, a book appeared. Mephistopheles was taken aback when he saw it, then let out a soft chuckle.

Alice's Adventures in Wonderland?

Yes, the culprit that appeared before him, the Grimoire, turned out to be a Nursery Rhyme story, with the title "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland" written on the cover.

Mephistopheles wasn't surprised by this, though. He knew that even fairy tales could be transformed into special Grimoire.

Therefore, Mephistopheles grew increasingly fond of the book before him.

However, after further investigation, Mephistopheles showed a puzzled expression.

"It really is a Servant?! Wait, did Mushroom change his gender? How come he published a book?"

Meanwhile, the book continued its attack on Mephistopheles, but the attack was not fatal, nor was it intended to injure anyone. The sole purpose of this attack was to put the target into a deep sleep.

However, Mephistopheles didn't pay attention to the book at this moment, but looked at something else.

What are you doing hiding there?

A boy, or rather, a somewhat smug-looking young boy, walked out and smiled at Mephistopheles, "You're Mephistopheles?"

"That's right, it is me. You must be Andersen?"

Thanks to Black Jeanne's shared vision, Mephistopheles had already seen the other party before, but this was the first time the other party had seen him.

Andersen nodded and looked at the book. "This book is no ordinary monster. It was originally supposed to be a Servant that could directly reflect the Master's mental state. Only after signing a contract with the Master can it gain a physical form, not a book, but a humanoid entity."

Andersen smiled as he said this, "However, our summoning this time is without Master. It doesn't matter for us, but it's different for it. It keeps putting people into a deep sleep, hoping to absorb dreams and find a suitable Master to gain a physical form."

Andersen's smile became even more irritating. He chuckled, "So, it's going to be difficult for you to deal with it, because it has no physical form right now, and your attacks have no effect on it."

Mephistopheles listened calmly to Andersen's words, and only after Andersen finished speaking did he say, "If my attack is completely ineffective against it, then it's the same as its attack being completely ineffective against me. Do you understand?"

Are you saying that force is mutual?

"You can understand it this way," Mephistopheles nodded. "As long as it can interfere with this world and cause people to fall into a deep sleep, then things in this world can also interfere with it, unless it has already reached the initial level."

"Initially?" Andersen was somewhat unable to understand Mephistopheles's words.

Mephistopheles smiled and made the sign of the cross in front of him, "May God bless you, Amen."

At that moment, Andersen understood Mephistopheles's meaning.

The desire to be able to interfere with the world without being interfered with by it is a paradox, but the existence of a paradox can only be one possibility.

That is the omnipotent God!

Unfortunately, Andersen still couldn't quite understand why Mephistopheles was so confident.

"It's already 1888, shouldn't the debate about God and the stone have ended long ago?"

Andersen nodded, then chuckled, "But isn't that just sophistry?"

Mephistopheles laughed too, "Don't try to understand God with your mind, which is still unable to comprehend the mysteries. You should know that in some theories, 1=0 and 1≠0 can coexist."

Seeing that the discussion seemed to be shifting to mathematics, Andersen immediately shut up.

Perhaps realizing he had lost the argument, Andersen then asked, "So, will you believe in God forever?"

Mephistopheles smiled. "I'm simply striving to move in the direction of the Lord, nothing more."

Andersen shut his mouth completely. He felt that the person in front of him was a madman, a complete and utter madman.

If any other believer had said this, he would have interpreted it as a desire to ascend to heaven. But since it came from this person, he could only think of one explanation.

This guy wants to gain God power!

At the same time, Mephistopheles simply drew something in the void, and a strange eye appeared in front of him. With the appearance of this eye, a power enveloped Mephistopheles.

Then, the strange attack that had been relentlessly bombarding Mephistopheles, attempting to put Mephistopheles into a deep sleep, was intercepted before it could even strike Mephistopheles's clothes.

It wasn't just an interception; with the power of the Eye of Horus, accompanied by this special eye, the force was reversed, and it went back the way it came!

Andersen stared blankly as the book suddenly closed and fell to the ground with a thud, his eyes filled with astonishment.

"What... what's going on?!"

"It simply redirected its own attack back," Mephistopheles explained casually, then walked over, picked up the book, and flipped through its contents.

"Shouldn't we destroy it? Let it return to the Throne of Heroes?"

"I thought it was Grimoire, but it turns out to be a Servant. I'm currently considering how to establish a bond with it and then find a way to summon it myself." Mephistopheles didn't hide his purpose as he answered Andersen's question while looking at the contents of the book.

"You can try using the original text of this book to summon it, but the original text is quite hard to find. Or you can try using a photocopy of the book to summon it directly," Andersen offered his suggestion. By this time, the banter between the two had ended. Andersen felt there was nothing wrong with giving advice from the perspective of a Servant to someone who wanted to summon a specific Servant.

Not to mention, the fact that the other party dealt with this troublesome servant so easily forced Andersen to admit that this person named Mephistopheles was indeed very powerful, and now, in order to resolve the crisis in London, such a powerful person was a very important existence!

"That's a good suggestion." Mephistopheles nodded, then took out his camera and snapped several photos of the book in his hand. He continued taking pictures while laughing, "I'll try these photos when I get back; maybe I can summon it directly!"

Andersen was stunned.

He had to admit that the other party's action made a lot of sense.