In Type-Moon, people create a magic family lineage

He raised his hand, and a buzzing sound suddenly circulated, and dense patterns instantly emerged from his body like woven silk threads, transforming into something that surged like a river beneath his feet.

That was the magic circuit he activated at that moment.

It was also a new magic trick he performed in that instant.

Not externally, but internally—strengthening one's own techniques!

There was a bang.

Retel took a step forward, his limbs covered in the glow of magic activated by the magic circuits. The twenty-meter distance between him and Lu Kang was bridging in one step, as if by teleportation. Then came the fist that pressed down on Lu Kang's face.

The enhancement magic, which mimics the atmospheric environment most suitable for its magical properties, created by the 'Simulated Core' barrier, also directly amplified its originally seemingly ordinary magician physique to a superhuman level.

The so-called "one step ahead of others" is "godlike".

That's why it's called 'pseudo-protokerate'—the original human being, who was a companion of God.

In Rettel Baruereta's view, his current physical condition was comparable to that of a god!

But even when the fist lands face-to-face, the air itself is distorted.

But even if this force is indeed powerful and formidable.

Lu Kang remained standing still.

He didn't even use his usual skill of instantly creating his own portable 'magic palace'.

She simply looked up and let out a soft breath.

While the 'simulated primordial core' barrier was somewhat exaggerated and even more difficult to achieve than a god-like physique, it must be said that this idea of ​​strengthening one's own body by simulating a near-divine era was indeed refreshing to him.

It gave him some inspiration.

however.

"The mysterious war is not so simple."

Lu Kang stood still, without using even the slightest bit of 'mystery'.

The next second, Rettel Baruereta's expression suddenly changed.

The fist he was about to throw seemed to freeze in mid-air.

His enhanced magic, which had been amplified by the Great Barrier, suddenly stopped working within his body.

But it wasn't because of his own fault.

It's not because of the 'pseudo-pronuclear' barrier.

Rather, it's because of something else entirely.

More from the outside world...

"A military outpost in the secular world."

Lu Kang seemed to have just turned his gaze away and focused on the person in front of him.

Yes, from beginning to end, he never truly looked at the person in front of him; his attention was always focused on the outside world.

It was set against the backdrop of the war at the Château de Orléans on the banks of the Loire River.

The war continues.

Under the resistance organized by the English marshal, the French offensive gradually slowed down.

Joan of Arc continued to charge forward, waving the military flag.

The battle was raging fiercely, and it was difficult to determine the victor for the time being.

But the army, coming from the south and crossing the river to attack, was like a long sword, cutting off the rampant Loire River.

It also severed the ley line magic that Retel Barliueretta used to operate the pseudo-primordial barrier!

This is something that Rétel Baruereta, who was focused on 'Vic Touval', overlooked.

This was also something Lu Kang used.

“A mysterious struggle does not preclude the use of external forces, nor does it preclude the use of worldly forces, as long as the principle of secrecy is followed.”

Looking at the British magician who was standing in front of him, Lu Kang said, "It seems that although your abilities and knowledge are up to standard, your combat awareness is far from sufficient."

"Now, let me tell you what true—"

"Magic War!"

The buzzing sound resumed, and Terrell, whose magic had been abruptly halted, was not only astonished, but his gaze toward Lu Kang became even more directly horrified.

Because at that moment, Lu Kang also slowly raised his hand.

His entire body radiated a duality of water and fire.

His entire body was also enveloped in the same magical circuit light as before.

In an instant, he grasped and imitated his own 'pseudo-prokaryote'.

However, it is not released by borrowing external environment.

Instead, it is released directly within the body!

...

Do everything to extremes.

This is the first piece of advice left to magicians by Vic Tuval, the progenitor of magicians.

—The Mysterious Job Lineages of the Magic Side

Chapter Fifty-Six: The Small Source Resembles the Great Source, The Illiterate Girl (Major Revision)

Viewing magic as a tool for killing, instead of seeking truth, and instead seeking how to win in the struggle—I have always believed that magicians are a cancer in the magic world. However, I must also admit that their philosophy of using 'blood and flesh' as ​​weapons and resorting to any means necessary is not entirely wrong in the pursuit of truth in the mysterious realm.

The origins of this ideal can be traced back to Vic Touval, the victor of the Hundred Years' War in France, a saint and miracle worker whom magicians regard as their source.

The monumental theory forged by Tuvar includes the utilization of the physical foundation.

A deeper exploration of 'Xiaoyuan'.

—From *The Fundamentals of the Clock Tower (Revised 1541)*

...

You borrowed the army of the secular world to defeat the great magic called "Pseudo-Core" by the Mage's Association Color Rank Mage named 'Terell Barliueretta'.

You witnessed his grand magic trick and imprinted it onto your own mental magic foundation, instantly replicating it—and performing it.

You defeated him with your great magic.

But you didn't kill him.

Because you understand that your real threat doesn't come from him; even though the Color Magician is considered a master of the mystical world, he's far from enough for you.

The only one you need to be wary of is Edmund Transberio, who has already laid the foundation for a monarchy and established his 'crown' status.

So you spared his life.

You must send him back to England, to the new monarch, and tell him this.

What I accomplished back then, I am determined to accomplish now.

In addition, his pioneering 'pseudo-protonuclear' magic trick did provide you with some inspiration, finally giving you a more complete and progressive idea.

Long ago, you established the overarching concept of building a triple cycle: using actions to validate consciousness, using consciousness to communicate with the soul, and then using the soul to record actions.

Consciousness, in essence, is the self, thought, and the 'heart' you use to communicate with your soul.

The soul is both the true self and the 'origin,' the very source that has transformed into a 'demon'—your origin is your soul itself.

Actions, in essence, are matter, and even more so, your physical body.

This is a grand path that uses matter to carry thought, thought to communicate with the soul, the soul to encompass all things, and ultimately incorporates all things into its own origin.

[But all along, you've only had direction, lacking the more crucial driving force. Your physical strength is limited, and while your talent for forty-six magic circuits is outstanding, it doesn't reach monstrous levels. Magic circuits only represent the efficiency of converting life force into magic power, not life force itself—your life force is insufficient to fully bear the complete power of the soul and consciousness of the 'god' who has become the foundation of mind magic and manifested miracles, allowing it to descend into it and record everything.]

Your mind is too strong, but your body is not.

You originally planned to wait for time to accumulate experience and become stronger.

However, you have now taken a different direction.

That is the path to obtaining a complete divine body by simulating a "great source" with a "small source".

Although this is still just a vague idea with uncertain feasibility, it's at least much, much better than before.

The war is over.

While Lucan defeated Terrell Barlieurétta, the English army besieging Orléans Castle was also defeated by the army led by Joan of Arc.

They came too quickly, too suddenly.

Their tactics and formations were perfectly suited for such a surprise attack on the central army.

So even with a camp as a base, even with more than twice the number of troops as the French, and even with a renowned general as the commander, the English army could only fight and retreat, being chased for dozens of kilometers.

The siege of Orleans has been lifted.

Amidst burning tents, collapsed fences, and the ravaged remains of the English army camp, the French flag fluttered high, while the Iris banner stood alone at the highest point. The young Joan of Arc—Jeanne d'Arke—dismounted from her warhorse, and looking at the many generals following closely behind her, a relieved smile appeared on her beautiful face, which was covered in dust and blood.

"The glory of the Lord is above—men, we have succeeded."

she says.

She was happy, yet seemed to take it for granted: "The British army is powerful, but as it turns out, they are not invincible."

"At least now, the Lord's glory is directed toward us!"

Many generals, officers, and cavalrymen dismounted along with Joan of Arc.

Along with them, many soldiers also knelt down.

They stared intently at the girl before them.

As they recalled the night and the day of their raid and battle, they suddenly seemed to understand what a 'miracle' truly meant.

Prior to this, France had endured a long and protracted war, suffering countless defeats. Nobles, officers, soldiers, commoners, and farmers alike had lost the backbone of ordinary people. They believed that the English were invincible. The fall of most of their territory, the king's flight to the south, and the prince's setbacks all undoubtedly proved this point. This time, their response to the call was merely for their own benefit, to avoid being swallowed up by other nobles. They never truly believed they could defeat the English, and they were fully prepared to preserve their own strength even in defeat.

But in the end, they won.

They defeated the invincible English on the battlefield.

Victory brings honor.

And so-called honors, most of the time, can be exchanged for greater benefits.

At this point, no one questioned whether Joan of Arc had the authority to promote them on the spot.

Whether it exists or not.

With this achievement, their rights and status can be further improved.

At this moment, they were truly and sincerely willing to follow Joan of Arc.

Until the end of glory.

The end of military achievements.

Thousands of riders followed.

This scene was witnessed by Lu Kang, who was striding across the river from afar.

He looked toward Joan of Arc, the young girl standing at the highest point.

It wasn't surprising.

Because this girl herself represents a 'miracle'.

...

A war was used to unite the scattered hearts of the people.

Starting with a single battle, the stalemate of a century-long war was reversed.

From then on, Jeanne Darque, the girl who saved the country, had a formal title; people called her the 'Maiden of Orleans,' the girl who brought miracles during the Orleans War.

It is a miracle of the nation.

A miracle that saved the nation.