In Type-Moon, people create a magic family lineage

Only those who possess a semi-finished pseudo-original core can accomplish such a thing—it would be extremely difficult for ordinary knights, no matter how many of them there are.

This is similar to the 'singing baptism' performed by the church with the strength of a thousand people.

At this moment, Lu Kang could not utilize the immense power of faith that had gathered together, nor could he bring countless people's voices together in a very short time.

Only Joan of Arc could do it!

Only under her leadership.

Only the French army can truly be invincible.

Glory to France!

Boom!

A thousand troops and horses, trampled in an instant.

From the top of the watchtower, Bedford suddenly grabbed the railing and stared in disbelief at the cavalrymen he had prepared for so long, who had been crushed to pieces.

The dock area.

Edmund then suddenly stood up.

His eyes were contorted with malice!

...

The vast battlefield was crushed with overwhelming force.

Since then.

People have always believed that the honor belongs to France.

Miracles belong to Joan of Arc.

—From the "Biographies of Famous People: Joan of Arc" series

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Break through the fully armored cavalry head-on and crush them.

This is a miracle in the history of warfare during the era of cold weapons.

Countless military strategists and tacticians throughout history have longed to see the Templar Knights personally trained by the victor Vic.

None of them took shape.

That was also known as the pinnacle of medieval Europe, the final chapter of the Iron Heel era.

—A History of World Wars

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To penetrate, defeat, crush.

As the army crumbled in an instant.

The atmosphere atop the pier's tower was somber.

Edmund Transberio stared menacingly at the handsome young man who remained seated opposite him.

A mysterious aura seemed to stir and boil in this unknown corner of the world.

"The entertainment program has ended."

"Next, it's your turn."

Lu Kang then slowly got up.

It was as if he was the universally acknowledged king of the mystical side.

The other party was merely a challenger who had overstepped his bounds as king.

Chapter Sixty-Five: The Foundation of the Crown is Not Just One Thing; It Resembles the Primordial Core, Forging a Body Resembling a God.

The howling air above the tower was no longer just the sound of the raging sea wind blowing from afar, but also included an invisible vortex of energy rising from the ground between the two. In the instant Edmund Transberio rose up with a furious glare, and in the instant Lu Kang stood up leisurely, the small source magic power constantly refined from the magic circuits within their bodies exploded like a mountain torrent, colliding together in the air.

It was a mysterious and intense collision of high concentrations, hidden yet unleashed, and a preliminary probing of magic before the confrontation.

This reflects the full commitment of both sides, with no room for underestimation.

This applies to both Edmund and Lucan.

Although Lu Kang appeared relaxed and calm, this was not the first time he had faced the top magicians of the monarchical class in the Clock Tower of the Magic Association. However, the older the era, the more mysterious it was, and the higher the quality of the magicians would be.

Therefore, he understood very well that the monarch he had once faced, the one from the Tsarist era—whose legal department in later times, or perhaps what should be called the 'Legal Bureau'—who had long since graduated from the Clock Tower's great classroom, Vivian Barthemello, was still slightly inferior to Edmund, whom he was now facing in this more distant era, even though they were both Grand Masters.

Even during his heyday, when he dominated the mystical world and left the Magic Association and the Church helpless, he might not have surpassed the Grand Monarchs of this era by much; they were still at the same level, only slightly better or worse.

This is why Lu Kang came here alone.

That's why he met the Magic King atop this tower.

He wanted to use the other person's existence to verify what he had learned and gained in this simulation, and to verify whether his accumulation along the way had surpassed his peak self and reached a higher level.

The collision of mystery and magic in this process is the first step in the whole process.

A series of subtle cracking sounds arose inexplicably between the unusually tall and majestic figure, resembling a lion, and the extraordinary physique that exuded a blend of holiness and ordinariness. It was as if something was cracking or being torn apart.

That was the gale, the air, and all the substances and elements mixed in the air.

It is also the mystery and magic that brings about this tearing apart.

Although Lu Kang's physical talent in this life has not yet reached its true peak in the simulation, and his forty-six main circuits are only a rare talent among ordinary magicians, which can be described as 'regression', he is still far inferior to Edmund the Lion, who is a monster among monsters who can repair the ancient and mysterious foundation and lay the foundation for the Grand and Monarch positions by his own strength and possesses hundreds of magic circuits.

It is far inferior in terms of the amount of magic stored and the speed of refining.

However, in that instant, as magicians who still existed after the end of the Age of Gods, the most basic collision of magical power was still at a stalemate.

Even if one's physical talents are not as good.

However, relying on the mental magic that was laid out earlier than later generations and took root in this era, Lu Kang's use of every bit of magic power is superb, and he can achieve a thousand times the effect with a single bit of magic power.

As a result, the invisible vortex of collisions in the air intensified.

The test ended there.

Edmund made a sudden move—

With an extremely brief magical incantation, almost a single syllable, he abruptly activated the ancient and mysterious formula recorded in the magical crest engraved within his body, and activated the mystery stored within for over a thousand years.

It was a sudden intensification of the gale stirred up by its naturally overflowing boiling magic power, as if it were truly boiling. Every wisp of air swirling around it instantly transformed into an incomparably sharp sword, crashing straight into the figure of the usurper magic monarch opposite. Every breath, at an extremely fast speed, cut through the air and even tore through space.

There are no complex concepts, nor are there elaborate rituals; there is only the most basic elemental power, which arises instantaneously from the vast inner source.

The magic crest passed down by the Transberio family is also the 'foundation'.

It is a magic originating from the ancient ancestor 'Mystyl', continuing the divine power of the ancient demon god.

It can turn a drop of water into a raging torrent, a wisp of wind into a storm that can cut through rock and iron, and a ball of fire into a blazing heat comparable to the sun—the so-called basic manifestation is precisely the secret power that infuses the ordinary with mystery and then infinitely enhances its power.

Theoretically speaking, such magic, which existed in the age of gods, would be difficult to replicate as a terrifying manifestation of a demon god after the great source of magic in the external environment faded after the Common Era.

Theoretically speaking, this is a magic trick that can only be performed in the age of gods.

But today, Lu Kang witnessed it firsthand.

He saw Edmund infuse magic into the wind, displaying a power that existed only in the mythical age, thousands of years after the demise of the Age of Gods.

He also felt guilty for having only a few fragments from the ancient mythological era.

The so-called "Grand Rank" is the highest achievement in the magic world, which can only be obtained by replicating the ancient mysteries of the mythical era in the modern era.

It is a prestigious honor first established by Barthezmello hundreds of years ago.

Even Lu Kang, facing such overwhelming pressure, couldn't help but be somewhat astonished.

Faced with such an ancient and mysterious sight, he couldn't help but think that the fact that someone could build such a foundation on their own, even if it was already built on an existing foundation, was still enough to be awe-inspiring.

just.

"This alone is not enough to overwhelm this body."

"I also have the so-called 'Grand Foundation'!"

His robes billowed in the wind, his magic receded as if he had given up all resistance, allowing the mysterious wind from the mythical era, imbued with the magician lord Edmund, to rush in. Yet, the moment the wind struck him like a knife, his robes billowed, and an invisible aura suddenly emanated. Countless mysterious spells, based on his thoughts, appeared in the blink of an eye on his ordinary yet heavy scholar's robes, weaving together to form a mysterious palace.

Mind magic, activated and activated at will, is a power that originates from later generations, not ancient, yet whose mysterious intensity is in no way inferior. It covers itself, stabilizing its figure in the fierce wind, like a solitary tower that will never collapse in a storm that overwhelms the world.

Although it did not originate from the Age of Gods, this is without a doubt—

It also originates from the inheritance of the power of the 'Demon God'.

Even though Edmund couldn't discern which non-divine demon god had stored this mysterious outflow, it still made him treat it with even greater seriousness.

We approached it with great care, and it was something we had anticipated long ago—

Amidst the relentless friction of the wind against the atmosphere, a wisp of fire and a spark were ignited.

The wind carries the heat, and the heat becomes fire.

Then the wind fanned the flames!

With a deafening roar, the crimson color spread out in an instant, like a hellish red lotus blooming in the blink of an eye. The high temperature, which was enough to distort the atmosphere and space, instantly formed a heat far exceeding several thousand degrees. The torrent of composite elements, enhanced by the basic Mysterious Age magic, looked from afar like a blazing sun suddenly rising on a high tower.

As a Grand Magician, Edmund is a top-tier figure in the magic world who has repaired the foundation of the Age of Gods for contemporary use. His magical talent is undoubtedly fundamentally all-around, but he still has his own areas of expertise.

Wind and fire, that is it.

The heat generated by the condensation of wind and fire is like that of the sun.

Under such terrifying heat, even the temple incantations engraved on Lu Kang's body showed signs of melting. Under the pressure of such ancient and mysterious elements, his solitary tower, which stood firm in the storm, seemed to sway.

But supported by the foundation of mind magic, and under the 'prayer' of thoughts that are not inexhaustible but difficult to exhaust, the old dissolves and the new emerges in the blink of an eye.

The fighting on the distant battlefield gradually subsided, and a victor emerged.

The battle between the mysterious and the mysterious seems to have turned into a long tug-of-war on this high tower.

One thing rises while another falls, and vice versa.

This was undoubtedly Edmund Tramberg's objective as well.

He had actually glimpsed some of the magical characteristics of Victoire from the subordinate magician who had escaped from Lu Kang years ago. He also knew that the magical foundation he carried was at least no weaker than that of the top-level color magicians. The ability of instant magic was like the high-speed divine words of the Age of Gods, and the ability to display all attributes at will, similar to Transberio, also proved that its strength was definitely not weak.

Over the years, if he has made progress, it is not impossible for him to lay the foundation for a Grand Slam title.

Over the years, it is no surprise that he has been able to contend with himself.

A powerful opponent proves one's own strength, and Edmund never belittles his enemies.

Given his knowledge of the enemy, it was impossible for him to be completely unprepared.

The war of magic is also a war of intelligence.

His preparations were precisely to drag Tuvar into a tug-of-war with him, and to rely on his own small source, which was a hundred times better than that of an ordinary magician, to wear down the enemy!

In any case, Tuvar was always of commoner origin; he may have noble blood, but he was by no means ancient.

If one's bloodline is insufficient, no matter how much one tries to revert to their ancestral ways, they can only go back to a few hundred years ago.

But Transberio has a history of over a thousand years!

This moment was exactly as he had imagined and prepared.

This time.

Tramberg, now locked in a stalemate, is already poised for victory.

“Victoruval, to have reached this level with just one generation of lineage, you are a monster among monsters—but unfortunately, a commoner is still a commoner. Your inheritance is insufficient, and your accumulation is inadequate.”

"I will take your head here and then spread your fame."

"I will use you as a stepping stone to pave my path to the source!"

A mighty wind howls, and the sun blazes fiercely.

Edmund, standing within, continuously poured in magic, yet showed no signs of weakness; on the contrary, he became increasingly vigorous and full of energy.

Lu Kang, however, was already showing signs of decline.

No matter how high his magic utilization rate is, Xiao Yuan's shortcomings still limit his performance.

He was once again struck by the monstrous nature of the top magicians of this era.

Through the blinding light of the blazing sun, he could almost see the nearly a thousand magic circuits within Edmund's body gleaming brilliantly.