In Type-Moon, people create a magic family lineage

He stepped slightly closer and instantly confirmed that the figure of the frenzied killing was the same one he recognized.

"In the original work, the highest-level fantasy species belonging to the world itself, who was subdued by Aozaki Touko, a rare Grand Magician in the modern era who was sealed twice, is the Werewolf Mimic, the Drop of the Star, Luger Beowulf, who manifests the mystery of the Age of Gods in the modern era as if he were a primordial being!"

This is a highly lethal method performed in the manner of werewolves.

This proactive rejection of mystery—not a defense, but a direct disregard—is a manifestation of completely suppressing mystery with a higher form of mystery.

In this modern society.

There is no one else but 'Ruger Beowulf'.

so.

"The puppeteer that Kenneth mentioned who owes money to the El-Melloi family, is that really Aozaki Touko?"

Thinking of this, Lu Kang's expression became strange and confused.

If it were just a Grand Magician, Lu Kang wouldn't care so much, but he wouldn't forget that the Aozaki family, which originated in the Far East, is actually an ancient lineage that inherits 'magic'. Although Aozaki Touko is only a stepson and failed to continue the ancient magical imprint, she still managed to carve out her own niche with her own talent.

He also wouldn't forget that at this stage, Aozaki Touko was still under the control of the Mage Association and was a Class A fugitive.

He never expected that she would appear here at this time—instead of returning to her hometown in the Far East to confront her sister, who had truly inherited the magic.

Then the problem is coming.

"Debt collection, do we need to fight?"

Perhaps not, otherwise Kenneth wouldn't have sent Luvis, whom he saw as still immature, over here.

However, some minor conflicts are likely unavoidable.

Lu Kang thought to himself, "So this is why Kenneth was so generous as to lend me the 'Moon Spirit Essence Liquid,' a top-tier magical artifact in modern magic?"

He gazed at the corpses strewn across the field before him, corpses that had been transformed from death and had now experienced death twice, the dead most dead imaginable. He also looked at the golden figure that had stopped in its tracks, standing deep in the jungle, slowly looking over.

A modern, atavistic, godlike fantasy named 'Ruger Beowulf'—He sensed his own existence.

Lu Kang was so certain of this.

At this moment, he was only one step away from the killing field.

His objective, marked on the map accompanying the commission Kenneth gave him, was right ahead.

Ordinary people and ordinary modern magicians would most likely hesitate here, whether it is the golden beast blocking their way or the Grand Puppeteer who must be located deeper inside, they are all far beyond the reach of ordinary people.

But Lu Kang is clearly not included in the 'ordinary' category.

The golden beast looked at him with a gaze that seemed to be formed from a mysterious 'demon eye,' radiating terrifying pressure, yet Lu Kang remained calm.

He wanted to complete the task as quickly as possible, so naturally he couldn't back down.

The other party is not worthy of making me back down!

"Ruger Beowulf".

He said the other person's name, and added, "You should move aside and let me pass."

"I'm here to collect a debt from your 'master'."

It wasn't a tone of negotiation, and there was absolutely no sign of weakness on its part.

Some are simply straightforward narratives, even bordering on commands.

However, the golden beast clearly couldn't discern the difference in tone. The enormous wolf, as tall as a man, simply turned around deep within the surrounding forest, its golden fur fluttering as it opened its mouth full of fangs.

"I do not recognize."

He spoke human language, and his voice was childlike, like that of a ten-year-old child. It was impossible to tell whether he was male or female; for a purely fantastical being, gender had no meaning whatsoever.

He said, “The orange’s command is for me to guard this place and not let anything pass by—whether it is alive or dead.”

"I can't let you pass."

"That's not cool at all."

Judging behavior by its attractiveness, rather than by its correctness or justice.

"That seems like a real shame."

As Lu Kang spoke, he slowly moved forward and stepped into this area, guarded by fantastical creatures, which could almost be considered a forbidden zone.

The jungle was littered with corpses, and the cracks that stretched from the trees to the ground seemed to divide it into different, fragmented areas. The moment Lu Kang stepped in, the depths seemed to explode like golden flames. Without any hesitation or thought, a huge wolf shadow leaped up and charged over!

Although He could sense the special nature of the person who had stepped into the jungle, more special than any enemy He had ever encountered before, the werewolf, whose real name was Luger and who was named after the Norse berserker Beowulf by Aozaki Touko, was an ancient fantasy species that recreated a mythical miracle in the contemporary era, which had disappeared nearly three thousand years ago in the Age of Gods and whose Great Source was in a state of decline. He had long since developed an absolutely invincible mentality.

No one can be His match.

No matter what kind of attack it is, it cannot work on Him.

Whether it's magicians who manipulate the mysterious, magicians who boast of their strong physiques, or even dead apostles and vampires, they are all just prey to Him.

Even His master, Aozaki Touko, was only able to follow Him because He found Him interesting, not because He was no match for Him.

He was arrogant and conceited.

And indeed, that is the case!

As the gust of wind crashed against the golden shadow, Lu Kang, who was approaching like a raging fire, paused slightly. The brilliance of magic was released in an instant without any prelude. He did not directly mobilize the true ether magic power in his body, but only exerted a little effort with an experimental mindset. Thus, the imprint of mind magic showed the trajectory of modern magic in a state where the power was not fully exerted, weaving into a complex magical 'circle' in front of him.

The circular spells rose up one after another before Beowulf's galloping trajectory. The wolf, running on all fours, was undoubtedly extremely fast, crossing the wind and seemingly chasing the light—but it could not outrun Lu Kang's thoughts, could not outrun a single thought.

Although what was presented in the 'magic circle' was just a common spell called 'Iron Armor' among modern magicians, the sheer number of them, densely packed and interconnected, made them almost like mysterious temples standing in front of them.

The interconnected structures are almost identical to the 'mobile palaces' that Lu Kang used to frequently describe, and in terms of quantity, they are hundreds of times more numerous.

This is already close to the level of a grand magic trick.

The ability to unleash powerful magic in an instant is also a manifestation of one's essential power.

However, the golden streak flashed by in an instant, shattering everything in its path.

The explosive roar rubbed against the air, causing the entire area to vibrate violently from the inside out.

Looking at this scene, Lu Kang thought to himself, "Just as I expected."

The mysterious war is essentially a war of accumulation, and the existence of families is even more about continuing the remnants of an ancient era.

However, the being named Lugobeowulf is an ancient reappearance, and in terms of the depth of its mysterious accumulation, it has a foundation of at least 'two thousand years'.

This kind of profound heritage is extremely rare, even within the clock tower.

Among the twelve royal families, only a few, such as Barthezello and Transberio, who are at the top, could barely surpass one of them.

Such a being merely stands there.

Its inherent mystery and magic, originating from the ancient times, render all modern magic ineffective.

Concepts will be swallowed up by it, elements will be ignored by it—the so-called thickness is the mysterious strength it carries, a mysterious fundamental aspect that is different from quality and quantity.

And with sufficient strength, it can disregard everything.

A contest of pure magic might actually be effective, but for ordinary humans to surpass the highest-level fantasy species in both the quality and quantity of magic is nothing short of a pipe dream.

Even so, facing the giant wolf that was already in front of him in an instant, Lu Kang simply raised his hand.

For this being, which is almost impossible for modern magicians to solve, he has too many ways to overpower the opponent. That fantasy is within his reach in Yan's eyes.

Ultimately, Beowulf's existence, which is essentially a re-emergence of the divine age, is a kind of atavistic 'phenomenon' originating from the world, and even more so, a kind of power.

Lu Kang, on the other hand, possesses higher-level authority that surpasses Lu Kang's.

Whether it is the soul or the body.

Whether it's oneself or the 'methods'—

There was a bang.

In that instant, the golden beastly shadow suddenly approached, its enormous shadow directly covering Lu Kang's head, and its sharp claws, carrying a tearing edge, slashed down directly.

This moment.

Lu Kangyang rose to his feet with a mere wave of his hand.

From the sleeves of his long robe billowing out, a roar of a dragon rang out!

The living Mystic Code, pieced together from the remnants of the World Dragon deep within the Tomb of Albion, showcases the blazing Albion Fire, which burns away everything in its final moments.

It transformed into a living dragon and suddenly burst forth!

Chapter 92 Calvaria, Grand Puppeteer Aozaki Touko

For Lu Kang, Ruger posed no threat whatsoever. He had nine ways to kill him—whether it was by unleashing intense and powerful true etheric magic directly from his body, which resembled the Great Source of the Gods, or by using the soul essence power derived from his mind to drive a higher level of grand magic, all of these were enough to bypass the confrontation of mysterious thickness and suppress and defeat him in an instant.

The mysterious quality and quantity he possessed far surpassed those of Luger.

However, being able to kill or rout someone does not mean being able to kill them.

Suppressing it doesn't mean we can completely solve it.

Ultimately, while the Fantasy Species may seem similar to another existence called the 'Phantom Beast,' they are by no means the same thing. The Phantom Beast is a 'beast,' but the essence of the Fantasy Species is a phenomenon derived from the world. It is a kind of natural spirit, and its origin is the world. Unless its connection with the world can be severed in an instant, it can be reborn in an instant even if its form is completely destroyed.

This immortality even surpasses that of the Dead Apostles' 'ancestor'.

Above the immortal serpent that Lu Kang had faced directly, Mitchell Roya Baldumyan.

While Lu Kang wouldn't be worn down by this method of fighting, it would still require a great deal of effort—just as he had to exert considerable effort when dealing with Luo Ya.

Therefore, instead of competing on 'quality,' we should compare height or capacity.

Instead, let's focus on 'intensity'.

The scale of the phenomenon of competing with it.

Instead, let's compare the fundamental aspects of the weaving phenomenon.

A contest of mysterious accumulation and depth!

The mysterious quality, quantity, and thickness are not the same thing, something Lu Kang had known for a long time.

The quality of mystery is the height that one can reach in mastering mystery, and the completeness of mystery that includes everything such as knowledge, theory, and practice. A sufficiently high quality of mystery can shorten the prelude to casting spells, and even instantly cast basic magic. Reaching the power level can even instantly cast truly great magic, reproducing divine skills in an instant.

Quantity refers to the stock, capacity, and quality of magic, which is the power refined from the small source through the circuit and used to drive the mysterious force.

Thickness, on the other hand, naturally represents the accumulation of ancient times, and is also the 'strength' of restraint against equally mysterious forces—in other words, it is the power of magic, the force that confronts all external 'mystery'.

Although this is not Lu Kang's forte, and although his physical and mental essence is extremely complete and has reached a very high level of authority, he currently lacks the accumulation of the same level.

Although it is possible to combine the two to allow one of them to demonstrate its full power and authority, surpassing even the golden beast Lugbeowulf.

However, as human beings and modern magicians, how could we not need to borrow 'props', and how could we forget the significance of magical costumes?

The existence of that miniature World Dragon, woven from the remnants of Albion's concepts, was precisely for this moment.

In order to use props to imbue his extremely high and mysterious quality or quantity with the same thickness and release it, so as to achieve a perfect match in thickness and quality!

Furthermore, if the two are transformed simultaneously and combined with each other, they can unleash two or even three to five times the thickness!

It can directly defeat the opponent's pride and joy in the area where it is least proficient and mysterious!

The explosive, intense heat generated by that instantaneous expansion, though essentially limited by its incompleteness and reduced to a fragmented 'power,' still possessed a mysterious depth far surpassing that of Beowulf.

Because its origin is the dragon of Albion, which once coexisted with the world.

If Beowulf's lifespan is two thousand years.

That miniature world dragon is at least five thousand years thick.

With such thickness, the instantaneous crushing force, while insufficient to permanently and completely obliterate Luger, would at least prevent him from reassembling in the short term.

Use your weaknesses to attack the enemy's strengths, and you will win the battle.

It can also leave an indelible psychological scar on the werewolf mimic.

After the deafening explosion, the sudden appearance of the blazing dragon shadow caught Beowulf, who was right next to it, off guard and sent him flying, resulting in an instant defeat.

From skin and fur to flesh and blood, the fantastical form crumbles in an instant.

The entire jungle was shrouded in mystery, as if a 'dragon' had descended.

It was clearly illuminated by the two sun-like dragon 'eyes' that then lit up.

To some extent, this is the first time the dragon of the miniature world has truly appeared, rather than appearing directly in the form of an inherent barrier as before. In terms of appearance, this dragon, which Lu Kang himself pieced together, does not resemble the Western dragon. Its scales are jet black, its body is long and winding like a snake, and it has four pairs of transparent crystal-like wings. Although it also has four limbs, it does not stand on its own but directly uses the buoyancy of the air.

Its size is not huge, and when fully extended, it is no more than ten meters long. However, from a distance, the dragon's head, towering in the air, gives people a sense of majesty and holiness.

It looks like a 'dragon'.