In Type-Moon, people create a magic family lineage

It was also their final farewell.

The Mage's Association Royal Lineage Chart (contained in the Clock Tower Heritage Department Classroom)

Chapter Sixty-Four: The Greatest Role of the Mobile Palace – The Battle of the Grand Masters

The Trumberio lineage is an extremely ancient lineage of magic, with a history no less than that of the Magicians' Association. It originated in Italy and migrated to Britain—the land of present-day England—a thousand years ago.

This is also a vast power that has flourished in the mystical realm for thousands of years.

Even now, on its long road to continued glory, it has reached an even higher peak because of the existence of one person.

Edmund Transberio.

He is known as the 'Lion' in the world of mysticism, a man with ambitions to dominate the mystic world. He has the talent and ability to realize this ambition. He once personally devised a plan for the English magic world to seize and plunder the ancient mysteries stored in France in order to improve his family's ancient magic foundation. Although this plan was briefly extended due to the existence of Tuval, his pace was ultimately unstoppable.

With this achievement, he was promoted to the 'Grand' rank in the Mage's Association, and with this achievement, he became one of the twelve monarchs established by the Clock Tower more than two hundred years ago, and the undisputed lord of the 'All Basic Course', one of the twelve subjects.

Besides.

He was also the highest-ranking nobleman recognized by the Kingdom of England, a duke whose status was even above that of Bedford, who was like a regent.

Whether on the inside or the outside, Edmund Transberio holds a lofty and prestigious position.

Lu Kang was naturally aware of all of the above.

To some extent, in this simulation and in the early years of mystical activities, the power of the Tramberlio family was always his only opponent. Although he remained silent for a long decade afterward and paid little attention to changes in the mystical world, he already knew everything he needed to know about the movements of this 'old rival'—his re-emergence this time.

So this was their first meeting.

Yet there was none of that initial feeling of unfamiliarity.

A gentle sea breeze blew atop the tower. Lu Kang, dressed in a long black robe, paused slightly, watching the unusually tall and imposing Magic King rise from his seat. His words were unusually calm.

then.

Despite Lu Kang's words, Edmund's cold smile remained, and he simply said, "Even a villain would admire the glory of the Magic King?"

"I have long admired not the glory of the Magic King."

Lu Kang strolled forward leisurely: "What I've long admired is your courage to be so eager to die."

"A villain is indeed a villain."

Despite saying that, Edmund did not stop the young man from approaching, nor did he stop him from sitting down at the other end of the long table in front of him. He acted as if he were a guest, and even waved his hand to have his servants bring him drinks and coffee, just like he was entertaining a guest.

Despite his boastful words, Edmund actually understood Tuval's power... The fact that he was able to travel across England as a child ten years ago and defeat the numerous mysterious side family branches under his command already proved the terrifying nature of his talent.

Now, ten years later, he doesn't believe the other party will hesitate.

He never underestimated his opponents.

And now it seems that this is indeed the case.

With the ancient mystery passed down through the Tramberlio family, and with Edmund's magic circuits far surpassing those of his ancestors, as well as the quality and quantity of his minor magical energy, even though he was just standing still, the invisible pressure he exuded was enough to make most people feel terrified and fearful.

The fact that the young man could walk up to him and sit down without changing his expression already proved his qualifications.

To confront the 'King' directly, and even to challenge the 'King's' qualifications!

A king's battles are naturally not something to be taken lightly.

A few appetizers are also a must.

"Before I destroy you with my own hands, I will show you the utter defeat of the nation you have always supported, the nation you have always hoped for, and the nation you fought against even at such a young age!"

Edmund sat down again, seemingly to have a banquet with the handsome young man at the other end of the long table, but in reality, it was a confrontation between two mysterious figures.

Lu Kang raised the wine glass that the servant had brought him and swirled it gently.

He naturally knew what Edmund was saying.

He simply responded, "A crushing defeat?"

"That's not necessarily true—Joan of Arc's talents were no less than yours or mine!"

...

Boom!

The roar of artillery fire was like a churning furnace, stirring up huge plumes of smoke and dust.

Iris banners fluttered overhead, Templar Knights shimmering with magical light followed behind, and a blonde girl in battle armor charged into the enemy camp ahead, followed closely by countless soldiers, like a straight sword piercing the heart of the enemy.

"Charge, charge!"

"The glory of the Lord is above."

"The glory of France lies ahead!"

The girl's clear and cold voice echoed endlessly in the wind.

That indomitable fighting spirit seemed to infect all the French soldiers, guiding them to advance together.

Amidst the buzzing and vibrations, rows of knights and steeds smashed through the fences erected at the forefront of the sprawling camp, flattening the brambles spread out on them. The swords they brandished also cut down the British soldiers behind the fences, sending up a shower of blood.

The fighting and screams mingled together, rising in a tragic and magnificent scene under the hazy sunlight.

Meanwhile, in the deepest part of the English camp, the Duke of Bedford, returning from the docks, climbed the towering watchtower built behind the commander's tent. He gazed at the tent that had been fiercely penetrated by the French army, his eyes narrowed, and he couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, "Such momentum, such a charge, no wonder they can achieve victory after victory—my generals are no match for a girl from the countryside like this."

He then immediately gave his orders to the adjutants on both sides.

"Get the surrounding camps moving! Go all out and crush them!"

The Duke of Bedford did not underestimate the enemy, nor did he hold back in the slightest because of his numerical advantage.

He understood very well that this war was a war between nations.

Once the order was issued, after the brief journey of the scouts carrying it, a thunderous roar and tremor resounded on both sides of the plain.

in between.

"Report! Our army has been attacked from both flanks by enemy forces!"

"Report! The rear of our army has been attacked by the enemy!"

Light cavalrymen kept sending battlefield intelligence to Joan of Arc, who was charging at the forefront, but Joan of Arc didn't even turn around. She simply ordered the flanks to be brought together and the forces to be concentrated to bombard the front.

Yes.

When faced with an open pocket, the only way to completely tear it apart is to attack one point.

Only by concentrating our efforts to break through its center can we break through and crush it!

As a result, the French army flanked the enemy and, amidst the breakouts of the British forces, completed a change in formation during a rapid march. Thus, facing the siege, this army, which was outnumbered by the enemy, not only did not halt its advance but instead accelerated.

By this time, the French army had penetrated deep into the central camps of England, while its rear remained in the open plains.

At this moment, blood flowed and blades flashed.

The cannons mounted on the wagons also spewed out powerfully as they were pushed.

This scene made the Duke of Bedford frown and become even more amazed, amazed by the British army's unwavering will and composure in the face of danger, and also amazed by the young girl leading the troops' grasp of the battlefield situation.

He stared at the commander's banner rushing towards him, overcoming numerous obstacles, and still didn't understand that the enemy was coming for him.

His tent was located far behind the central camp.

It is located at the very back of a cluster of camps.

And the other side seemed to be able to overcome all obstacles and charge straight at them!

"But the morale of such an army is entirely concentrated at the head, and if the head is defeated, the entire army will face its doom."

It's like pushing a chess piece forward.

Bedford issued another order.

It was a very simple, yet decisive and resolute order.

"Let my rear guard advance!"

Boom!

This time, the earth hummed as if the land itself was being overturned.

This time, there was a great commotion of carriages and horses.

Joan of Arc, who had just led her troops out of the central camp, looked up and saw a series of heavily armored knights charging out from the rearmost camp!

Holding a huge lance, it looked like a fortress of bronze and iron.

They rode in on horseback, both man and horse completely covered in armor.

Their number...is well over a thousand!

This was a heavily armored knight, no less impressive than the Templar Knights that Lu Kang had spent six months 'training'. Although they lacked magic and might not be as good individually, they could keep up with each other thanks to their superior equipment. Each of them also possessed physical strength and power comparable to that of a knight—perhaps their endurance was inferior, but their numbers were greater!

This is...

"When did the British train such a large-scale heavy cavalry force?"

Historically, England, an isolated island nation and a maritime power, rarely had large-scale horse farms on its territory. Its dominance on the battlefield relied more on its elite longbowmen than on cavalry.

And now.

Bedford suddenly unleashed a fully armored heavy cavalry force comparable to, or even far superior to, any land-based nation that had risen to power in Europe at the same time.

Even Lu Kang was somewhat surprised by this.

This moment.

Perched atop the tower, overlooking the entire battlefield, Edmund smiled with unwavering confidence.

“You’re not the only one who knows how to train troops—Tuvar.”

"Although Bedford has no talent in the mystical world, his sensitivity to secular warfare far surpasses that of anyone else. Back when you were galloping across northern France, he had already spent a lot of money to secretly train this army prepared for you."

"He has more resources than you, and he will be wealthy for longer than you."

"He's going to win."

"The English Parliament will win."

"And I will win!"

The king of magic had a deep, majestic, and confident voice.

After a moment of surprise, Lu Kang simply smiled and asked, "Will we win?"

"Setting too many goals is not a good thing—especially when you're not the main character at all."

Edmund didn't quite understand what he was saying.

But I still understood the meaning behind Lu Kang's words.

He was about to rebuke the man for his ignorance, arrogance, and pride. He knew that Lu Kang was suspicious of the girl named Joan of Arc, who had a backup plan. The three-hundred-man knight legion she led, who had mastered the technique of releasing magic power of the knight class, could still display the power of a church-like miracle. But with their individual strength and sheer numbers, even a miracle could not reverse everything.

next second.

Edmund suddenly stopped.

The words stuck in my throat, and I couldn't say them anymore.

The next instant, Lu Kang simply made the smile on his lips even more arrogant.

He said, "See that?"

Edmund certainly saw it.

He saw fully armored cavalry charging out from the rear camp, and Joan of Arc still chose to face them head-on. He also saw the girl's banner raised high, with three hundred knights closely following behind, the magical light intertwining and connecting with each other. The brilliance of the miracle was not only displayed on them, but also originated from them and appeared on every single person in the entire army—from beginning to end, nearly 20,000 French soldiers.

"The power of miracles comes from the power of faith, and at this moment, not only those three hundred people, but the entire army, have only one faith left."

"That is 'France'!"

"With the Templar Temple, formed from the miracles of the Knights Templar, as its temporary foundation, the power of this faith can be reflected in everyone under the will of Joan of Arc."

Yes.

This is the real reason why Lu Kang chose to hand over the three hundred cavalrymen he had trained to Joan of Arc before this.

Those three hundred cavalrymen were indeed powerful and could play a huge role in my hands—but their role was not just combat power, but also that they could be used as mobile imprints woven into 'techniques' for use.

The techniques they employed, which were Lu Kang's training methods, involved having the semi-finished protonucleus within each of them emerge from their bodies, forming a complete protonucleus and weaving it into a large-scale barrier that mimicked the environment of the early Common Era!

Only such a grand barrier can contain such a vast faith.