Chapter 132: Ivan's Outstanding Invention

At 5:30 PM, Silas and Roland bid each other farewell.

Returning to the Church of Holy Blood, Silas digested the information Roland had provided. "I hope it's just a smokescreen left by the man in black!"

Currently, all clues pointed towards the two most powerful and reputable individuals in Bayne City.

Silas was very reluctant to believe that these two were the culprits.

After feeding the Husky upon returning to the Purple Moon Chapel, Silas went to Ivan's place.

"Come in quickly!" Ivan was very happy to see Silas arrive.

Silas looked at Ivan's increasingly severe dark circles and sighed, "You really shouldn't stay up late all the time. If this continues, you'll ruin your health sooner or later. From now on, you must sleep after eleven and can wake up a bit earlier in the morning."

"Oh, oh!" Ivan didn't refute Silas's admonition, nodding seriously like an obedient younger brother, and at the same time, felt a warmth in his heart.

Because, now there was actually someone who cared about him, a feeling he hadn't experienced in many years.

Sitting down, Silas voiced his question, "Ivan, I remember you said before that the formations of a magic circle cannot be moved casually. But today, I heard about a magic circle whose formation is constantly changing and moving, causing the entire magic circle to be completely hidden and untraceable. What's going on?"

Hearing this, Ivan casually picked up an apple and took a bite. His delicate eyebrows gradually furrowed, a look of contemplation on his face.

After a dozen seconds, Ivan suddenly raised his head. "If that's the case, then there's only one possibility."

"Speak!"

"They must have used some method to determine the outer frame of the entire magic circle, allowing the entire magic circle to be continuously maintained. Internally, they inscribed the formations onto some living creatures with powerful mystical properties. Each living creature carries a complete and independent formation. If they are separated, the entire magic circle disappears. But if these living creatures gather together, then these inscribed formations will interact with each other, operating at high speed like the gears of a steam engine, forming a complete magic circle."

Hearing this, Ivan bit his lip. "However, a magic circle of this level must be based on at least a ternary hexa-order, and it requires a massive amount of mystical substances. Not to mention the complexity of constructing the magic circle, the logic and orderliness alone are beyond what ordinary people can calculate. Even with a difference engine, it would be an enormous workload."

Hearing this, Silas instantly thought of the Great Devouring Wyrm larva he had found in Markok's body.

"If there is one larva, there will be two, or even hundreds. The Great Devouring Wyrm itself is a high-level independent familiar, and its own mystical properties are definitely sufficient!"

Thinking of this, a shiver ran down Silas's spine.

Because if this were true, then the far-reaching extent of the man in black's plan was beyond his ability to casually speculate.

From inviting the Green Flame Brotherhood until now, all the plans were interlinked. Every time Silas felt he had found the key, the opponent was always one step ahead.

"This fellow!" Silas couldn't help but clench his fists.

"Who taught you this? To be able to say such things, the other party must be at least a master-level figure in runes," Ivan asked curiously, his large emerald green eyes wide.

Silas smiled casually. "I heard it occasionally while out on a mission today. I thought that person was just talking nonsense."

"You might have missed a rune master. What a pity!" Ivan looked regretful.

Silas patted his shoulder. "Alright, it's getting late. I should be heading back too."

"Eh? Leaving already?" Ivan was suddenly somewhat reluctant.

Silas spread his hands. "I haven't handed in my mission items yet, and I have other things to do tomorrow, so I need to go out."

Ivan immediately looked dejected. "Alright then. I was thinking of letting you use the good stuff I just researched."

"Oh? What stuff?" Silas suddenly became interested.

Hearing Silas's words, Ivan immediately turned around happily and ran to the second floor.

A minute later, he came down holding two boxes and handed them to Silas. "This is it!"

Silas took them and first opened the long silver box on top, finding a very cool silver revolver inside.

This revolver had a long barrel and was quite large. The cylinder could hold six bullets at a time. Its entire body gleamed with a silver-grey metallic texture, looking very cool.

Silas picked it up and felt its weight, about one and a half catties. There were fine runes engraved on the barrel and frame, seemingly blessed by mysticism.

"This is a mystical armament I recently developed by combining mysticism and machinery. I call it Moon Furan," Ivan said proudly.

Silas fiddled with the pistol and asked curiously, "Is there any difference between it and an ordinary demon-hunting pistol?"

"The difference is huge!" Ivan's eyes widened, and he gestured with open arms, looking very cute, like a child eager to show off.

"Moon Furan is a super~ demon-hunting pistol. It cannot use ordinary blood-silver bullets. These are special bullets I made for it!" Ivan said, opening the second box.

Inside were twenty-four silver-grey bullets, covered in inscriptions.

These bullets looked extraordinary.

Because ordinary demon-hunting bullets were very flat and somewhat soft in texture. The principle was that after being fired, the blood-silver in the middle would burst out to corrode the skin of magical beasts, causing damage.

But these bullets were different. These bullets used metal warheads, were three times the length of ordinary demon-hunting bullets, and gleamed with a cold and exquisite beauty, like works of art.

"You should be very clear that small ghouls, large ghouls, fae spirits, moon beasts, and snake people – these magical beasts and familiars all possess unique resistant skin, especially familiars. Ordinary swords and bullets cannot break through their skin at all. Even demon-hunting bullets only cause simple corrosion and cannot inflict substantial damage."

Silas nodded. It was precisely because of this resistant skin that those familiars with high intelligence were difficult to hunt, the most typical example being small ghouls.

Ivan took out his bullet. "But this kind of bullet is different. This warhead of mine uses a special mystical metal I researched. I call it Refined Adamant Silver. This metal has terrifying penetration power against resistant skin. And it will explode instantly upon encountering the pressure of a dense mystical organization!"

Saying this, Ivan's eyes sparkled. "This means that when hunting those small ghouls, you don't have to work hard to get close to them and engage in close combat. You just need to use my Moon Furan, and one shot can blow up their bodies or heads!"

Silas's spirit was instantly shaken upon hearing this, and a shiver ran through his heart.

Because if this were true, then this material would absolutely and completely change the current pattern of the entire mystical world.

"Of course, the cost of this metal is very high. For these twenty-four bullets, I've already used up all my material budget for this month," Ivan added somewhat awkwardly.