In Type-Moon, people create a magic family lineage

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'He revealed the mystery of the soul with a godlike physique.'

With godlike hands, he pierced through the ancient sunset carried by the lion.

This was the revelation from the stars that the Institute of Astrophysics felt guilty about on that day.

—The Lineage Chart of the Monarchs of the Magicians' Association

Chapter Sixty-Seven: The Seal Executor, Connected to You, Protects Both France and Your Shield

[Defeating the Magic King Edmund Transberio is a significant milestone for you, as it signifies that you have officially surpassed your previous achievements in the pursuit of mystery and magic, which, excluding the inherent barriers of Academy City, were accomplished solely through your own efforts. You have successfully moved beyond the 'Grand Rank' benchmark, and it also means that you have achieved 'minor success' in the field of magic in this simulation.]

Yes, this step is merely a minor achievement for you. Ancient times naturally pursue even more ancient mysteries, and this time, landing here, your requirements are undoubtedly higher—and now, although you have successfully completed your previous goal, successfully achieving the path of simulating the 'Great Source' with the 'Small Source', and achieving a godlike body capable of bearing your soul that has already become a 'Demon God' and transformed into a mysterious foundation,]

However, there is still a difference between 'resembling a god' and 'godlike'.

It can bear the weight, but it's still not enough to achieve perfection.

You want to be perfect.

You also need to take the 'foundation' on the mystical path, namely your development of the physical body, a step further.

Only then can you unleash your full potential and achieve the ultimate practical results of the triple cycle theory.

For this, you'll need more basic magic knowledge.

[For this, you need the imprint of Mystic Magic, which has been passed down for over a thousand years by the Magic King Edmund Transberio and focuses on fundamental development.]

This is also one of your objectives in this battle.

[It has now been achieved.]

[Next, you naturally intend to leave this place, to leave this mysterious battlefield of the highest level.]

Lu Kang did indeed intend to leave.

After achieving their goal and obtaining the magic crest of the Tramberlio family.

After achieving a regicide feat that was almost unparalleled in this era, a feat rooted in the mystical realm...

However, he was only planning to leave, and had not yet actually set off.

Then the gale struck again!

Lu Kang stopped in his tracks. After being scorched by the extreme heat comparable to the sun from Edmund's magic of Mistil, the area was in ruins. Even the rocks under his feet had been melted and turned into mudflows. Suddenly, a flashing light appeared on all sides of the top floor of the dock tower.

The light, resembling the deep blue of the distant sea, overlapped from top to bottom, transforming into a complex and mysterious spell inscribed in the air, constantly rotating and operating.

This mysterious spell seemed to outline an invisible cage—encircling the entire tower and also enveloping Lukang—Vic Tuval—located at its top.

“Vic Tuval, who murdered the Lord of the Mage's Association... You have committed a heinous crime that is absolutely intolerable in the mystical world. Your sins should make you suffer a torment from the depths of the abyss until you perish.”

The sound also echoed from outside this complex spell.

One after another, dark figures suddenly appeared in Lu Kang's sight, appearing on the intertwined magical runes.

They surrounded Lu Kang, who stood in the very center of the tower, from all directions.

They lowered their eyes and spoke in a deep voice: "But in view of the mysterious achievements you have made, with the permission of the 'Grand Decision,' you are specially permitted to be included in the 'Sealing Order' sequence."

“We will here seal you and the mysterious symbols you have created, and preserve them forever.”

“You should feel honored—Vic the Kingslayer.”

...

Sentence after sentence.

One sound after another.

Lu Kang paused, gazing at the suddenly changed scene and the group of figures that had suddenly appeared. Coming from the future and born with knowledge, he naturally knew the identities of these people. During the Tsarist era, as 'Luvist', he had encountered them more than once—this group of executors belonging to the Seal Designation and Execution Department under the Mage Association. In that era, 'Luvist' was also designated as the seal designator. In every sense, they could be considered his old adversaries.

but.

"Not to mention Bartholomew himself in this generation, not even a single magic king has come. This is a gross underestimation of me!"

Lu Kang grinned, a calm and composed laugh, but also one that was quite disdainful.

Even though he knew that the Twelve Monarchs system of the Clock Tower of the Mage's Association in this era had only been established for two hundred years, and the specific candidates for the twelve monarchs had not yet been fully determined—even for those ancient family lineages, it was not so easy to innovate and build a foundation for the Grand Monarchs; it would take the accumulation of several generations or even more than ten generations to produce a qualified talent.

But if no 'king' personally goes, no one of the highest rank arrives.

He really didn't think much of this group of people!

The numerous seal-holders who were facing his seemingly arrogant words simply raised their hands slowly, activating a mysterious spell that was clearly engraved there long ago. They looked down at Lu Kang, proving their qualifications with their actions.

A faint light flickered beneath the azure sky, and the intricate runes moved even more rapidly, as if absorbing and gathering something.

Lu Kang could easily see the purpose of this complex array of spells. It wasn't really meant to trap him, but rather to envelop this environment and this battlefield. Its more direct function was to absorb the 'mysterious' energy remaining in the Great Source, generated from his battle with Edmund.

They used a showdown between two Grand Magicians of the 'Grand' rank or higher to suppress themselves.

It must be said that such ingenious ideas are indeed worth relying on.

Dealing with the 'Grand Master', dealing with one's own reliance.

Lu Kang, however, remained calm and unhurried.

He even had the leisure to analyze it:

"It seems you were prepared all along."

"It seems that the Clock Tower of the Mage's Association in this era is not a monolithic structure either."

This arrangement was certainly a preparation in advance for the possible 'defeat' of Edmund Transberio.

It is highly likely that this action and arrangement was carried out in advance without Edmund's knowledge.

"Who is it?"

“Barthemello? No, Barthemello, who is in charge of the Department of Law and Politics, would really want to target Transberio, but he probably wouldn’t need to go to such lengths.”

"Then it's Brisesan from the Inheritance Department? No, that's not right either. He's Solomon's disciple, a mysterious inheritor who walks to preserve the mystery in order to carry on Solomon's last wishes."

"Or perhaps it's the plant kingdom's monarch, the witch Acherlot who supposedly witnessed the emergence of the five great magics?"

Including Edmund Transberio, who has already disappeared, of the twelve kings in the Clock Tower, only the four mentioned above are certain.

The four monarchs are the four Grand Magicians at the very top.

This is the powerful force that manifests outwardly in the headquarters of the Mage's Association, known as the Clock Tower, in this even more ancient era.

Lu Kang had personally visited England, so he was certainly aware of these things.

In this regard.

The seal-maker and enforcers gathered here had only one sentence:

"No need for further words, just take action!"

The howling wind pressed down three times, and the remaining mystery reappeared with the residual power of the Grand Order. Raising his eyes to gaze at the divine sunset that slowly emerged and spread from the core of the rune, and also to gaze at the afterglow of the soul surrounding the sunset, Lu Kang said no more.

Although he was indeed interested in the power struggles and intrigues within the Clock Tower.

If he could understand the grudges and disputes between these ancient families, he could use that knowledge to his advantage in the real world.

But at the moment, it's clearly difficult to get anything out of these implementers.

Therefore, further verbal probing is pointless.

The only way to truly prove oneself is through one's own efforts.

And he was truly not afraid at all.

This method of gathering the remaining mysteries of the battlefield can at most suppress an 'ordinary' Grand Rank, but Lu Kang's mysterious physique is far beyond that.

He looked around, inhaled, and exhaled.

The magic circuit was activated again, and Xiao Yuan absorbed energy once more.

His mind magic, resembling a divine body formed from the primordial core, was about to stir again in an instant amidst an invisible hum—

"My Lord is here; all traces that are not divine shall vanish!"

In the blink of an eye.

The banner of irises falls from the sky!

The mystery and miracles that do not belong to magic also descended from the sky.

Accompanied by a dazzling figure falling together, it pierced through the magical radiance that enveloped the tower.

Lu Kang's raised hand paused, and the mysterious flow within his body also came to an abrupt halt.

The seal makers and enforcers from all directions were swept out by the invisible dust and fell from the sky with a crash.

Lu Kang was truly stunned at this moment.

Although he was not afraid of such a scene, and although he did not care at all about the so-called threat posed by this group of people.

but.

“Vic is the decision-maker in the army, our unseen ‘king’.”

A golden braided pigtail rose into the air, and the girl standing before Lu Kang was petite and slender yet still upright like a flag standing straight. Her battle skirt swayed and her armor gleamed, her graceful figure displayed in front of Lu Kang with a heroic air, and she also raised a sacred yet bright smile.

Joan of Arc, the young girl.

Lu Kang paused slightly, genuinely surprised, as he looked at the suddenly appearing girl.

Those executors whose mysterious seals had been shattered and who had fallen from the sky landed on all sides of the tower. They looked up at the Kingslayer and the Saintess of France, who still stood at the top of the tower. They also quickly got up, as executors of the Magic Association, they could not possibly only have such means.

However, the next second.

The earth shook violently, like thunder rumbling from the ground.

The next moment.

Smoke and dust billowed in, arriving from all directions in an instant.

That is...

Knights of the Templars, clad in armor and surrounded by magic.

Those were heavily armed French heavy cavalry accompanying them.

They were also lightly armed support cavalry.

They are infantrymen who hold shields and longswords aloft.

He was also a spearman who gripped his spear tightly.

That was a massive army, arriving with a miracle—a French army that belonged to the secular world, but even more so to the 'miracle'!

The seal's enforcers retreated again and again, their mysterious aura completely suppressed.

Looking at Joan of Arc from his high vantage point, and surveying the thousands of troops who had arrived, Lu Kang understood that the battles of the mortal world were over. He was also somewhat surprised that Joan of Arc had managed to find this place. Gazing at the girl's delicate face and hearing her words, he couldn't help but laugh and say, "Are you going to drape a yellow robe over me?"

"Is this the gift you wanted to give me?"

Is this going to cause me great suffering?

"certainly--"

Joan of Arc simply stepped forward in response.

Holding up the iris flag, she suddenly pressed herself close to Lu Kang.

The heat emanating from between them, separated only by a thin line, makes them appear more like they are embracing each other from a distance.

She lifted her face even higher.

She said:

“I cannot force others to respect you as king, Vic.”

“But I can regard you as my own ‘king’.”

"I was born to protect France and to act to save the French people."

"But that was the mission I was supposed to take on, but it was never my whole life."