The [Targeted Memetic Superimposition System] is a creation born out of Remembranceand the Dao of Creation. Due to my relatively low realm, the Dao of Creation took the secondary role. Furthermore, my god-like thought speed is the one serving as the system's computing power. It continuously analyzes the Remembrance Path.
For it to consume less resources (i.e., Dao of Creation and computing power), I only placed one other function aside from analyzation: to turn memories into physical entities.
One of the conditions for it to happen is to have an anchor. I myself am an anchor, but it does not suffice. I had to rely on others to fill this remaining gap. That was how Cerydra, Hysilens, Tribios, and Aglaea came to be.
Due to it, the [Memoria] I can summon must be related to them.
Cerydra is tied to [Kings] and [Rulers]; Aglaea to [Selfless] and [Inhuman]; Tribios to [Travelers]; and Hysilens to [Lost Ones].
The characters I "give life" to must possess the "tags" they have. Through this method, this self-made system achieved its goal of "creating" from "something". The insights gained from its creation alone raised my comprehension of Creation to another level.
The four Dao Aspects, once fused, will unleash greater strength compared to the past. I will also receive a "share" of the Remembrance Path's control. As soon as I fix whatever there was in the 'Past' and 'Future', I can immediately reach the level of Emanators through Blade Mantra's Formlessness; a progress of 30%.
In short, being thrown to Amphoreus is a huge immortal opportunity.
[Targeted Memetic Superimposition activated. Establishing a temporary stable connected with the Remembrance Path. Path Energy Detected. Connection established. Estimated Time: Five Minutes]
[Chosen Memoria: Hero of Wrought Iron, Archer]
[Identity compatibility detected. Duration extended to ten minutes. Proceeding with the superimposition state…]
Mid-air, I witnessed my form change. The red long sleeves and the hems of my coat fluttering along the wind felt familiar yet unfamiliar.
The current predicament of falling mid-air made me refocus my attention. I looked at my tanned hands. A unique kind of power burst forth, sporting light green light. It elongated until it showed its true appearance, the plain black Dao I possessed in my early days.
It floated steadily mid-air. Like a parachute, it lowered me to the ground. The touch of Jausopolis' city walls gave me an even ground. Due to the location I chose, there are relatively fewer people here.
Two seconds later, someone who was walking spotted me from a distance.
"Who are you?!"
Hum-!
The Dao dissipated into nothingness. It is replaced by a pair of black and white kukri knives.
Swoosh-!
The black kukri knife flew straight to the man's head. It made a crisp sound as it knocked on his helmet.
Thud-!
Sou-!
The knife flew back to my grasp.
For a moment, I closed my eyes. I examined Archer's abilities. There was his Noble Phantasm, Unlimited Blade Works. There are also projections of Noble Phantasms, though they are limited to those I knew. Creating random swords consume more power. I am better off recreating the ones like Excalibur, Arondight, and the likes.
Archer…
With a mentality of testing things out, I told his story to Aglaea. I did not expect for his story to fit straight to her [Selfless] and [Inhuman] part.
I acknowledged my mindset feels eerily similar to him back then. The Hero of Wrought Iron who sought nothing but to save others resonated with my previous plight.
Sighing, I scaled the top of the city walls. I knocked down several soldiers along the way. The narrow and enclosed nature here made it easier to infiltrate.
Before long, I found a suitable angle. The three temples could be seen here. There are several luxurious mansions beside them.
It's just right. This saves me time.
A curved longbow appeared in my grasp. A spiral lance appeared on my other hand.
Notching the quiverless lance is easier than I thought. Archer's eyes can see for up to hundreds of meters, enough to see the decadent men and women living in these luxurious villas.
There is a saying in war. To win a battle, capture the enemy general.
In this case, it is not a capture.
It is death.
Sou-!
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Janusopolis' war-time readiness wasn't as good as Okhema. The long years of peace had dulled the people living here. Once the Titans became unresponsive, the high priests lost their restraint. They began to gather private funds one by one, funneling temple donations to fatten their pockets.
Naturally, the warriors living in such a place are not as good as the ones in the Castrum Kremnos, much less Okhema's finest.
Inside this city, it was these High Priests who served as the highest officials. They chose not to fortify the defenses on the city wall, focusing their manpower more inside the city. For once, the riots caused by stray Chrysos Heirs made them panicked. Officials cared more about their life than the overall situation.
In the end, this foolish arrangement helped Shi Tian achieve his goal. He is to kill the enemy generals while controlling the casualties of soldiers.
Sou-!
Boom-!
Janusopolis' ground shook. Its residents, staying inside their marble and stone houses, cautiously peeked outside. They saw a tall flame rising from the city's core area—the place where the most prosperous lived.
Sou-!
Bam-!
Then came the second one. A third one. A fourth one. Each strike was just as strong as the last. The soldiers acted like headless flies, panicking as they rushed towards the city centre. Those with keen eyes began tracking where these 'arrows' came from.
Unfortunately for them, Shi Tian was faster.
By the time the entire city area was engulfed in a sea of flames, they still weren't able to find him. The destruction caused by Caladbolg was akin to ballistic missiles targeting a city.
Shi Tian was ready to ditch Janusopolis when the familiar robed figure appeared in front of him. The enclosed city walls enhanced its narrowness. The robed man almost took the entire space of the city wall as he floated.
"You must know the rules, old friend."
"Archer's" serious voice was offset by Shi Tian's brisk words.
"This makes it the fourth time."
Once was Artoria's first appearance. Second was during the heist. Third was when he summoned Artoria again and did a live trial of Excalibur. All three resulted in the Flame Reaver's defeat.
"What… do you want?"
For a moment, Shi Tian was surprised by his coherence. The Flame Reaver in front of him is the Phainon of the last cycle.
Before a certain cycle, Phainon used to regress with both his mind and body. This made it so that he could not hold out, tethering on insanity.
After that, he decided to pass on only the memories to the Phainon of the next cycle. While the weight of these memories could not compare to the prior regressions, it is still very heavy.
'Maybe I can…'
"Let me ask you something, Deliverer."
Shi Tian's mention of that title silenced the Flame Reaver.
"Why do birds fly?"
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A/N: Talk-no-jutsu is not as convenient as it seems to be...