In Type-Moon, people create a magic family lineage

He wholeheartedly agreed with what he said.

If things continue like this, he will really be dragged down and lose.

But the premise is that I can only continue in this stalemate and tug-of-war.

The premise is that you have no other means.

The answer is obvious.

"In the war of magic, besides intelligence, the number of trump cards is also an indispensable factor."

"You've run out of cards."

"And I still have!"

Lu Kang suddenly took a step forward.

In that abrupt moment, he also abandoned the support that mental magic provided for the magic temple engraved on his body, letting it all dissolve and vanish.

He was even more so in that instant.

With his flesh and blood body, which had no magical shielding or protection, he struck the thousands of degrees of energy emanating from Edmund's body.

The sudden action caused Edmund's pupils to shrink in surprise, and he was caught off guard.

The scene that immediately appeared also shocked him, causing his pupils to shrink slightly.

Lu Kang walked through the raging flames that resembled a sun crown, yet he was completely unharmed—the flames spewed forth, and the sheer pressure from the intense heat was enough to render any living thing immobile, but Lu Kang walked as if nothing had happened, as if it were nothing at all.

There was no sign of magical energy emanating from his body, nor any display of mystical techniques.

What it relies on is also real—pure physical body, pure expansion of the 'small source'.

This is...

"Similar to a prokaryotic transformation, resembling a divine body."

"At this moment, my body is almost equivalent to an ancient magic base left over from the age of gods."

"at this time."

"My body is a complete manifestation of an ancient tradition."

The foundation of a crown is not just one thing.

[Simulated prokaryotic transformation into a godlike body]

This is your true trump card.

[This is also your greatest reliance in surpassing 'future generations'!]

Chapter Sixty-Six: The King Slayer, the Magical Crest of the Transberio Family, Like the Hand of God

The epic battle of magic, belonging to the mystical side, finally came to an end after a brief tug-of-war.

When Lu Kang, carrying his equally mysterious Grand rank body, stepped into the highest-level high-temperature molten sun manifested by Edmund, and when he tore open the unique domain opened by the Magic Lord with mystery and entered it, the outcome was already determined.

Equal mystery is certainly not enough to completely overwhelm the magic of Mysteria wielded by Edmund Transberio.

But when 'Tuvar' established himself in his domain.

The magic of the mind bursts forth unrestrained.

The dual Grand Foundation was enough to tear everything he possessed to shreds.

The basic inscription technique that he was about to unleash stopped, and the enormous magical power injected into it dissipated—exploding itself in the opposite direction.

Here, the glimmer of the soul is released once more, and the shadow of the sun vanishes into thin air, leaving only wisps of afterglow resembling the mottled afterglow of a setting sun.

Here.

Lu Kang stood still, his robes still on, the magic of his mind revealed.

Edmund retreated again and again, his majestic face, covered with a lion's beard, constricted, and his pupils were more ferocious than ever before.

His face was pale, and thick, scarlet blood kept dripping from the corner of his mouth. His tall and strong body stomped backward, crushing the stone steps that stretched down from the top of the tower, and his figure seemed to shrink and shrink in mid-air.

He lost.

The loss came suddenly and unexpectedly.

They lost in an unbelievable way.

"This is impossible."

He spoke in a hoarse voice, almost a roar: "How could a mere commoner possibly possess a dual foundation of Grand Rank..."

Even the most outstanding magician, with the most monstrous talent, can only lay the foundation for a Grand rank once in their lifetime.

This has nothing to do with the difficulty of the crown position, nor with the length of time.

The completion of the crown position leaves an eternal 'imprint' on the mind.

This 'mark' will exclude all other equally mysterious things.

Under this mark, no other mystery mastered by a magician can compare.

This is common sense among all magicians.

This is why Edmund only prepared a mind-control magic to suppress Lucan, and made no other preparations whatsoever.

But now, this 'common sense' has been blatantly shattered!

One with no family lineage or inheritance.

A commoner magician who is only the first generation.

How could that possibly be possible?!

"Nothing is impossible."

The faint light emanating from Lu Kang continued to emanate as he watched the Magic King retreat step by step, his face filled with disbelief. Observing how the Magic King, after being severely injured, suddenly transformed into a lion at the end of its rope, he simply said, "The so-called 'mystery' should not be confined by common sense, should it?"

Mystery defies common sense.

Magic is, in essence, about creating the incredible.

This is what Lu Kang has always believed and determined—from this perspective, his 'simulator' can actually be classified as mysterious, as magic... or even 'magic'.

He was cheating.

But I don't want to admit it!

Edmund suddenly froze.

"Shouldn't we be confined by 'common sense'?" He pondered Lu Kang's words, and after a moment of astonishment, reflection, and realization, he suddenly burst into laughter.

It could be described as a neurotic shift, but it's a normal reaction that every magician should have.

Magicians have always been obsessive and extreme.

Stubbornly pursuing the mysterious.

Everything else is merely a means to an end.

Even a 'monarch' is no different.

At that moment, Edmund seemed to glimpse a higher level of mystery from Lucan's words. Although he had lost and was defeated in that instant, which represented his inevitable death in such a confrontation, he still could not suppress the joy in his heart.

"Defies common sense...lacking any framework..."

"That's it, that's it!"

Looking at the guy's reaction, Lu Kang simply raised his hand slowly.

“If you understand, then I will see you off,” he said. “I will give the Magic King a mysterious funeral that no one will know about at the end of his life.”

The radiance of mind magic enveloped the godlike body formed from the pseudo-divine core.

Despite the serious injury to Edmund, Lu Kang showed no sign of underestimating him and went all out in his attack.

Gazing at the double mystery slowly approaching.

Edmund stopped laughing again.

His face was no longer contorted, and his eyes no longer held any resentment or disbelief.

He simply said:

“Vic Towar... It seems that my loss to you was not unjust.”

"On the path of mystery, you have seen further than I have and traveled further than I have."

"However, you and I are not the only ones on this mysterious path—my descendants will surely be able to cross my corpse and charge towards you once again."

"They will see you as the last and greatest obstacle on the way to the source."

He lost, he conceded defeat, and he accepted it.

However, they did not compromise or submit forever.

The saying goes, "After the old ones are beaten, the young ones come out," and magicians are truly a strange and eccentric bunch—

This is what Bellatrio looks like now.

Barthezmello was the same before.

Fortunately, having a lot of debt is not a burden.

Fortunately, Lu Kang had confidence in himself.

Even if his descendants truly revert to their ancestral ways and a magician surpassing his predecessors emerges, Lu Kang is confident that he will revert to his ancestral ways more thoroughly and surpass them more completely!

“Then I’ll look forward to it, Edmund Transberio.”

Just as the magic's brilliance was about to touch Edmund, who had suddenly shrunk in stature by shattering the steps, Lu Kang calmly said, "After you die, your magic crest will fall back into my hands. I will not keep it untouched and unstudied. This is the 'price' you must pay for offending me multiple times. But after everything is over, I will also send your magic crest back to your family so that they can inherit your 'king' position."

"Then, hundreds or thousands of years later, their challenge awaits—"

"As long as they dare to come!"

"Hahaha!" Edmund burst into laughter.

Perhaps it is the joy that his life's work has not been shelved, or perhaps it is the joy that his legacy can be continued.

Or perhaps he was happy that he hadn't chosen the wrong opponent—Vic Towar, the ordinary magician who had left a deep impression on him more than a decade ago, was indeed a mysterious and astonishing monster.

He laughed as he was subdued by the double mystery.

He laughed loudly, but was disintegrated by Lu Kang's hand, which was covered by a mind-body magic that resembled that of a god.

Divided by the heart.

It is interpreted in a way that resembles the divine.

"A dual mystery combination capable of deciphering the mysterious and dissecting all things."

"This move is called—"

"【The Hand of God】!"

Everything it touches.

All return to the embrace of the divine and the natural.

...

From the 10th century AD, Barthes Mello's monster laid the foundation for the Mage's Association's initial Grand rank by perfectly replicating the foundation of magic from the Age of Gods in the modern era.

Then, in the 12th century, the clock tower of the Magic Association headquarters completed the establishment of the system of the twelve subject monarchs.

Until the 16th century, twelve families with histories of at least eight hundred years successively achieved hereditary monarchy.

Now, the Mage's Association has seen more than a dozen generations of Mage Kings. Although not most of these ancient families' Mage Kings are able to lay the foundation for the Grand rank, those who are able to lay the foundation for the Grand rank are basically able to inherit the position of the previous generation's King and become the undisputed leader among the Kings.

The Grand Kings are powerful and unique; throughout the entire Mage's Association, only Bartholomew has been able to produce at least one such king across several generations.

The unnatural demise of a crowned ruler is extremely rare in the recorded history of the mystical world—almost only one case can be considered a true one.

That occurred in the 15th century, during the middle of Europe.

It was a mysterious battle that took place at the height of worldly warfare.

That was the first King Tramberg.

The pinnacle of magic against Vic Touval of France.