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Now it seems even more incredible.

In this moment, in this exchange, even the slight nervousness that the girl had in her heart due to her first time in command vanished without a trace.

It appeared to be a joke, but in reality, it brought him peace of mind.

"It seems that Mr. Vic Towar will be a very good and trustworthy comrade-in-arms."

The girl, moved by her feelings, suddenly spoke up.

Lu Kang withdrew his gaze from the distance and simply said, "That's not necessarily true."

“Maybe not…what?” Joan of Arc was puzzled.

“I may not become your comrade-in-arms,” Lu Kang replied matter-of-factly. “At least this time, I will not fight alongside you—Miss Jeanne Dalque.”

"Your battlefield lies ahead."

"And my battlefield is in a place you cannot see."

In such words.

A mysterious sound suddenly appeared in my ear, like the wind blowing by.

As if she had closed her eyes and then opened them again... Joan of Arc suddenly regained her composure and realized that Lu Kang, who had been traveling with her, was nowhere to be seen.

But apart from Joan of Arc herself, the many soldiers in front of and behind her continued to move forward without making any reaction, as if they did not notice that someone was missing at the front of the column—even Gilles de Rais was the same.

Fortunately, Joan of Arc had already witnessed Lu Kang's many incredible feats.

She simply composed herself.

He raised his face.

As the group moved forward, they could now see the river she had just mentioned, the one called the 'Loire'.

At this moment, Joan of Arc gazes into the distance from her raised eyes.

From there, one can see the towering, imposing, and incredibly sturdy fortress on the opposite bank of the river.

And surrounding the fortress were densely packed camps, soldiers, and cannons—and countless English flags fluttering in the air.

That is their goal.

The besieged castle of Orleans.

As night was drawing to a close and the sky gradually brightened, the first hints of dawn appeared on the horizon.

Joan of Arc took a deep breath.

Although Lu Kang suddenly disappeared, the girl's heart remained at peace.

Even if we're not on the same battlefield.

'But as long as we fight together, then we are comrades-in-arms.'

'Mr. Viktwal'

This is unfounded trust.

It also stemmed from the girl's affirmation of her own intuition.

She gazed at the enemy camp on the opposite bank of the river, and simply tightened her grip on the reins.

Without pausing at all—

Raise the iris flag in your hand.

He led his troops forward.

Take the lead!

...

at the same time.

Lu Kang did not go very far after leaving the army.

[You paused on the banks of the Loire River, witnessing Joan of Arc's thunderous charge, and saw the heavy cavalry, personally led by Gilles de Rais, charging alongside her under the tactics you had laid out beforehand.]

Heavy cavalry charged forward like spears, while light cavalry split into two groups to attack the flanks and disrupt logistics. Infantry followed closely behind the heavy cavalry, advancing step by step with shields raised. Spearmen pressed between the infantry, their raised spears piercing through the gaps between shields like the claws of a giant beast.

The longbowmen scattered and formed an encirclement.

The artillery, propelled by the tanks, pressed forward relentlessly.

This is a formation you created by imitating the blitzkrieg tactics of later generations and combining them with medieval troop composition.

You saw a force of seven thousand men, under your command, seemingly transformed into a pocket that was constantly squeezing inwards, tearing at the English army camp surrounding Orléans Castle amidst the continuous roar of artillery fire.

[You also saw the English army camp disturbed from its tranquility. Amidst the ringing of bells, the patrolling soldiers, having just picked up their weapons, were rammed and sent flying by the charging cavalry. Flames quickly spread through the dense tents amidst the falling cannon fire.]

The British were completely unprepared, and the French troops directly penetrated their center.

Despite being caught off guard, relying on the numerous barriers formed by their continuous camps and the sheer number of soldiers far exceeding that of the French, they managed to quickly organize an effective resistance force under the command of Thomas Montague, the Earl of England and renowned general, who was known as the English Marshal. At the cost of abandoning many outer camps, they managed to gather their remaining strength and organize an effective resistance force.

Do you believe Joan of Arc will win?

But you know, this worldly war won't end so quickly.

You did not participate in this war.

You weren't just watching.

Just as you said to Joan of Arc—she had her war, and you, too, have your battlefield.

That is not of this worldly nature... a battle between mysteries.

The Loire River flows swiftly and relentlessly across its banks. A long robe, worn as if walking on flat ground, flutters in the wind carrying a thick layer of moisture, like an eagle spreading its wings in the sky.

He withdrew his gaze from the fierce battlefield not far away and instead looked towards the rising mist in front of him.

He looked around and thought to himself, "Just as I thought."

He also thought to himself that although the revelation Joan of Arc spoke of might not have actually come from that 'Lord' of the church... it certainly did not give her the wrong direction.

"If I hadn't come, even if she could have won the worldly war, she might not have been able to stop you rats from the London sewers."

The thick mist rose higher and higher, gradually obscuring the sky like a grand curtain drawn from the ground. It cut off the view of distant mountains and nearby waters, but it still could not block Lu Kang's gaze from the outside world, nor could it stop him from looking at the figure that appeared in the water at this moment.

Lu Kang said, "Was that assassin who tried to kill Joan of Arc also arranged by you?"

"So it seems you already know who I am, right?"

He began by saying this.

"Hmph—a sewer rat...aren't you more like us, having disappeared for over a decade? 'The Atavistic Tuvar'...Vic who angered the 'Magic King'."

The newcomer responded, and his figure emerged from the thick fog, revealing his appearance. He was dressed in a scholar's robe, tall and well-dressed, but his words revealed a rather irritable nature.

He looked at Lu Kang, his expression and tone both filled with rage—a deep-seated hatred: "Foolish commoners, they truly deserve to be torn to pieces!"

"'The Magic King'... It seems that after all these years, Transberio has completed his monarchical career and ascended to the Grand rank?"

Lu Kang ignored the meaningless parts of the other person's words and went straight to the key information.

In the years since returning to his homeland, he hasn't really paid much attention to the mystical side.

"Are you scared? 'The Tuvar atavistic'!"

In response, the young man opposite him, who was clearly also a magician from England and a magician under the control of the Tramberlio family, gritted his teeth even more: "Next, I—the newly promoted Color Rank Magician of the Magic Association, Retel Barliueretta, will utterly defeat you here, to avenge the hatred that my father was humiliated and killed by you ten years ago!"

Lu Kang looked completely bewildered upon hearing this.

He gazed at the young man opposite him who harbored a deep hatred for him, pondering deeply...

It's truly unbelievable who Baruelletta is.

All I can say is that ten years ago, Lu Kang defeated at least a thousand British magicians within England—he simply didn't have the time to remember them all.

His expression and attitude naturally provoked the man opposite him, who called himself 'Retel Baruelletta,' to become even angrier.

The man took a deep breath, his hatred and rage still lingering.

But he said no more.

Instead, they decided to prove it through action—

"River, churn!"

The words of the magic incantation were instantly formed, and surrounded by floating water mist, the surging river seemed to transform into a flowing giant python, revealing a fine, scale-like luster.

This is clearly a high-level magic belonging to the water element.

Such magic...

"Have you already plundered the spiritual energy and magical power contained within this river and this section of its course?"

Lu Kang glanced over and suddenly realized.

To be able to invoke this level of mystery with such a short incantation is not easy, even for a magician specializing in color positions.

next second.

But then he heard Retel Barliuereta on the other side take a deep breath and then say, "Fire, be born from water!"

With a sudden commotion, the billowing water mist seemed to explode, transforming into ghostly flames drifting in the air.

The moisture remained on all sides.

It was only illuminated by the phosphorescent fire, which gave it a ghostly green hue.

The river surface beneath my feet still rippled like scales.

Standing amidst such stark contrasts, Lu Kang stared at the other person, only to hear them utter the third sentence and recite the third incantation.

He said, "Water and fire intertwine, and I use heaven and earth to bear the contradiction of extreme cold and extreme heat."

"Loading, impact, contradiction, incineration, explosion—"

"Born, pseudo-nucleus."

In that instant, the water flow reversed, and the flames moved downwards in the opposite direction.

In that instant, water and fire intertwined.

The four sides of Yu Lukang's statue are mixed together.

This is...

"A grand barrier that temporarily enhances the power of magic by simulating divine fluctuations through conflicting elements?"

Lu Kang could see through the elemental nature of this mixture of water and fire at a glance.

Having accumulated knowledge across two lifetimes, Lu Kang already possesses an extremely profound knowledge of the mystical, making him a genuine master of the mystical arts. Such methods obviously cannot be hidden from him.

He did not stop the other party from performing his actions; he simply watched calmly and analyzed the situation.

of course.

His actions might seem powerless to be stopped by the other party.

"Simulating the primordial core, using the extremely short conflict of water and fire elements to create an atmospheric flow close to the environment of the Age of Gods, thereby creating an external world that is infinitely compatible with my own magical characteristics—this is the magic I have independently completed, and it is also the foundation I have laid for the Color Position Magician."

Despite the hatred, despite the anger.

But Terrell still looked very proud when he mentioned it.

As a classical magician of this era under the influence of the Tramberlio family, he would not hide his magic in magic duels.

Instead, it will be widely publicized.

We must defeat the villains before us through fair and square means.

"Although it is not a systematic approach and cannot become a complete magic foundation engraved into the world, and although it borrowed the magic of the earth's ley lines, you certainly have reason to be proud that you were able to complete such a magic comparable to a great barrier on your own."

Lu Kang's evaluation was also very objective.

He objectively believed that the other party did indeed possess the knowledge and ability of a 'color magician'.

In this era, the prestige of a rank magician was far greater than in later generations.

"This is also the gift I am giving you—the Tuvar who has reverted to his ancestral ways."

The other party's approval was obtained.

He completed his own unique grand magic trick.

Instead of unleashing a new spell, Retel Barliuereta slowly stepped forward and grinned, saying, "By the way, my magical property... is 'enhancement'."