In Type-Moon, people create a magic family lineage

Even the most powerful rituals require magical support!

Lu Kang laughed loudly again.

His laughter tore through the air, almost as if it were tearing himself apart.

He said:

"Why should I be afraid?"

"I already said that."

"Death is a much greater journey!"

As long as one can 'return' after death,

There's nothing to worry about!

...

Boom!

The sky darkened, and dark clouds gathered.

A moment later, a sudden downpour began, falling amidst the swirling dust and onto the muddy grassy areas along the way.

A rain fell, covering the entirety of France.

And so it fell... a torrential, blood-red rain.

Who died?

"Who died..."

“Victor Tuva?”

"Is Vic dead?"

In the fields, amidst the reignited flames of war, numerous civilians, once again displaced, are bewildered and helpless.

...

The earth cracked open, and blood-red rain fell from the sky.

France weeps for his demise.

The Book of Secrets, Volume One, The Death of Vic.

...

Is Vic dead?

No.

“Vic won’t die.”

The girl turned her gaze away from the rain of blood falling from the sky and looked at the chaos before her, as well as at the remaining three hundred Templar Knights.

She felt that perhaps she should pray for revelation from the Lord, and pray that the Lord would save Vic.

But don't know why.

At this moment, however, she did not hear the revelation from the 'Lord'.

At that moment, seeing the blood rain falling from the sky, she seemed to see Vic's figure as well.

He's still here.

He did not die.

He remained by his side.

Jeanne Darc was so certain of this.

I'm certain he's still fighting.

"Then I shouldn't stop moving forward either."

"Let's continue our journey."

"Capture the Normandy fortress before sunset!"

The girl's words were stern, and her posture was sacred.

She raised the flag in her hand.

Continue to lift the torch and go deeper.

But we will never fight alone!

...

The dust settled, and the banks of the Seine were finally covered in fine dust.

Even the sky is weeping for you.

Michael Roya Faldam Young lowered his hands, even though he had to admit that the man named Vic Tuval was a 'sage'—unfortunately, he was a magician.

It's a pity that the other party just had to offend the church.

A pity, sigh.

Luo Ya raised his hand and caught a drop of blood-red rain falling from the sky.

He also thought that he had completed his final mission in the church.

Next.

He should also weave his own unique 'concept' and become a metaphysical 'snake' that is completely hidden behind the scenes.

ended.

Feeling the sticky blood on his palm, Luo Ya instinctively raised his hand to shake off the blood.

But his movements suddenly stopped.

No, that's not right.

This feels wrong.

This is not red rain.

This is real...

"Blood?"

It is Viktuvaire's blood.

It's—Lu Kang's blood!

Realizing something, Roya suddenly raised his head. He looked up at the sky and then at France below. He channeled his magic into his eyes, and thus, he saw France shrouded in a mysterious glow.

He saw an invisible sanctuary standing majestically between heaven and earth.

The 'death' of Vic Touval serves as the key to unlocking this.

It unfolded with a roar between heaven and earth!

...

The Bible says,

Three days after Christ's death, the Son of God on the cross opened his eyes again and returned to heaven in the presence of all, returning to the embrace of the Lord.

It is also mentioned in the Book of Secrets.

He dies today, and he lives today.

—The Triple Greatness

【you are dead】

[Simulation ended... The simulation was paused and is now resuming.]

【you are dead】

But this is not the end of your life.

Because what you are about to do will show the world what a true 'miracle' is.

Chapter Seventy-Four: The Sanctuary of Heaven and Earth, Where Death and Resurrection Are Miracles

The blood rain continued, falling between heaven and earth.

The Seine, which had resumed its flowing course, was also submerged and covered in blood.

The entire river, the entire land, the whole of France—everything you see is like this.

It was as if France was weeping for the passing of a person.

But Roya knew that wasn't it.

Luo Ya could also see the truth hidden behind this blood rain—this was not a natural anomaly, nor a response from the Great Source Environment, but rather the result of human effort—the power forged entirely by human beings themselves!

"But how is that possible!?"

Even though he had completed the infinite reincarnation ritual of the soul, which had been almost never achieved in history, and even though he had successfully stolen the power of the True Ancestor King, Roya still found the scene before him somewhat unimaginable.

His gaze fell upon a grand cathedral constructed of 'mystery' that enveloped the entirety of France.

What his consciousness perceived was not magic.

That was a 'miracle'.

However, he had never seen a miracle of this scale before.

Such power should never exist in this era—on a land where this myth has been severed for thousands of years!

The snake-like man stared wide-eyed, standing amidst the rain of blood, yet remained unstained by it—or rather, the blood ignored his presence, falling directly from the sky to the ground and flowing into the river.

He genuinely believed it was impossible.

The moment the voice of the person who should have perished appeared, Roya felt a chill run down his spine.

"Nothing in this world is truly impossible."

The voice spoke.

Mixed in the wind brought by the blood rain.

It is also mixed in with the changing landscape of France.

There is an opening.

You use the 'mystery' etched into the French landscape to express your innermost feelings.

“I have lived on this land for nearly twenty-seven years.”

"I know every plant and tree here, and I know every person here even better."

“I know they are greedy and fickle, I know they are treacherous and wicked, but I also know—their piety toward all things, their courage to deceive, their sincerity toward friends, and their deep love for their lovers.”

“I once inspired them to touch their hearts with words.”

“I have guided them—with their hearts, to give them peace.”

“I teach them to believe in themselves, not in external things.”

Twenty-seven years—a period that is neither long nor short.

Lu Kang spent nearly ten years traveling and writing books, staying and writing books, writing books, and then publishing them.

There are countless people on this land who can be considered his students.

Countless people were able to survive the chaos of war thanks to his guidance.

They are not just high-ranking nobles.

They are also farmers who toil in the fields and citizens who strive to make a living in the city.

They are the soil that no one cares about.

but.

The tree of the soul must take root in the soil to survive.

The mental magic belonging to Lu Kang had already taken root in the hearts of each of them, continuing to operate throughout the French world and penetrating deeper into the depths of the world.