In Type-Moon, people create a magic family lineage

"Of course, your magical skills surprise me even more—that move you just made wasn't just magic, it also had the power of a church miracle, right?"

The red-haired woman's eyes, behind her glasses, once again revealed a deep blue glint.

"Senior, you'd better take back your magic eye." Lu Kang saw through what the woman was doing at a glance and exposed her directly: "Not everything can be looked at casually."

He did not deny that he had just performed a spell combining magic and miracles. After all, Luvist came from the church, so it was perfectly normal for him to know some basic miracles.

Aozaki Touko narrowed her eyes slightly and smiled with pursed lips.

The eyes behind her glasses are indeed magical eyes, containing innate mystery and only needing to be injected with magic to be activated. They are called 'Accumulated Demonic Eyes', which are 'eyes' with charm and control attributes. Their innate mystery is not very high, but through Aozaki Touko's modification, they can exert multiple effects.

They even possessed a certain power to spy on the mysterious and illusory.

She paid little attention to Lu Kang's 'advice': 'If you see something you shouldn't see or if it gets broken, just make a new pair.'

The Grand Doll Master is terrifyingly powerful.

“But that’s not important.” She added, “In any case, France is not safe right now. My junior has defeated the North Olympic team, and I’m just a simple, vulnerable woman who needs protection!”

"A Grand-ranked magician is a weak woman? Then there are probably very few in the entire magic world who aren't weak."

Lu Kang shook his head, ignoring the guy who had followed him all this way and couldn't be driven away: "I'm going to speed up now—"

"If you can make it, then do so."

If you can't make it, don't blame me for not waiting for you!

This statement is somewhat ambiguous.

Aozaki Touko opened her mouth, about to respond. Of course, she couldn't have come because she really felt she needed protection; it was just that this junior had piqued her interest. Although Aozaki Touko had made great progress in various aspects during this time, whether it was subduing Luger or making further breakthroughs in the theoretical research of the mysterious, to the point that she had toned down her former wicked sexiness, it didn't mean that she would lose a magician's interest in the mysterious.

Similarly, she didn't think Lu Kang could be that fast.

Even if she's not good at chasing, catching up isn't a big problem.

She felt that this meant Lu Kang had tacitly agreed to her following him.

She was about to tease this junior a bit... when suddenly a gust of wind rose across the open plains, and in the next instant, a raging torrent swept up the wild grass, causing Aozaki Touko to instinctively close her eyes and take a half step back. When she opened her eyes again, Lu Kang was no longer there.

There was no trace of its mysterious operation, nor any remaining footsteps.

Just close your eyes and then open them again.

They had completely disappeared without a trace.

Even the Moon Spirit Marrow Liquid beside it...

"interesting."

"It seems that this junior is hiding far more secrets than I thought!"

Aozaki Touko's Mystic Eyes swung, but she couldn't see anything.

She did not lose heart.

I just became more and more interested.

...

At this moment, Lu Kang was not doing anything at high speed, so naturally he could not leave any physical trace.

He moves with leisurely ease, shrinking the distance between spaces, compressing and folding the distance between spaces, and can traverse nearly ten miles in an instant with a single step.

In the blink of an eye, they had crossed most of the wilderness.

In the blink of an eye.

He was already close to the true purpose of his trip.

Simultaneously.

It was also the source of the great magic that, before him, used the 'Blazing Corpse Furnace' to pursue and burn, silently infiltrating and creating a large number of Dead Apostles.

He had already achieved the feat of following the clues and tracing the source from a mystical perspective.

He sensed the source gradually approaching.

And another familiar magical fluctuation made me think... this is yet another coincidence!

"'Ancestor of the Dead Apostles,' 'Lord of the White Wings' Tefum Ottenrose—now, in the name of the ancient House of Barthelo, we purify you!"

The persistent gloom finally dripped down like thick ink.

The drizzling rain fell on the streets of Reims, France, and also on the shadows cast by the ancient, pointed-roof buildings.

It landed on an empty street directly facing Reims Cathedral.

The white-haired old man stood on the steps with his back to the church door, slowly opened his eyes, and looked at the girl walking out below, as well as the many figures accompanying her.

"The new Barthezello?"

"Did they beat the old man, and now the young one has come?"

The old man was dressed in a suit and tie, and had an elegant demeanor. He held an old-fashioned aristocratic scepter in his hand. His face was pale and old, but it also revealed a kind of refined and handsome appearance that was rare for the elderly.

He said, "But purifying me won't be so easy."

"young people!"

Boom!

The sound of rain splashing and thunder roaring filled the air.

Chapter Ninety-Six Barthezello and the Ancestor of the Dead Apostles

The sound of water echoed like the tide on the deserted street. Lu Kang, who had silently appeared on the spire of a tall building on one side of the street, lowered his gaze to the old figure standing in front of the cathedral and the black-clad people who had gathered in front of the steps.

White Wing Duke, Tevanm Ottenroseche.

He was also very familiar with this name.

Although he wasn't as familiar with the Dead Apostle as Aozaki Touko was before his transmigration, he had fought against this 'ancestor', an anomaly among the Dead Apostles, hundreds of years ago, when he was still Victowal.

He was the first Dead Apostle, the first progenitor of the Outcasts, whose origins predate even those born progenitors—the first true progenitor of vampires, the true form of the Moon, Arcueid's father and mother, Brunsstadt's first follower, a magician from ancient times who was deeply influenced by Brunsstadt's 'beauty' and vowed to pursue her will forever.

Known as the "White Winged Lord," he was the most powerful member of the Dead Apostles, without exception. Even Eltrauge, the Black Princess and another heir of Brunsstadt, did not have as much influence as him.

It has existed for over two thousand years.

Let's not talk about today.

Even in the 15th century, it was a living historical monument.

Compared to the first Reincarnated Serpent, Tevan Ottenrose was naturally no less powerful, and perhaps even more so. Lu Kang, who was already in his later years at the time, had not made any significant breakthroughs in strength, but he had been making progress all along. However, he could only manage to gain a slight advantage over Tevan Ottenrose.

And now.

Six hundred years later.

Viktúval has become history, but Tefum Ottenroseche still lives on this land as the 'ancestor'.

Recalling the 'past', Lu Kang sighed that the group of undead were like a persistent leech, impossible to get rid of. Thinking about it carefully, the only one who could drive and even create such large-scale Dead Apostle activities in the modern era was the most powerful among the ancestors of the Dead Apostles.

He looked at the other group confronting Bai Yigong, and the leader was someone he knew all too well.

Lorelei.

A girl who has achieved 'perfection' without inheriting the title of monarch of Barthelon.

And her fifty law and political 'personal guards'.

"A battle between the pinnacle of modern magic and the pinnacle of Dead Apostles?"

Judging from what Bai Yigong just said, it seems that he had just fought against Lorelei's grandfather, the current monarch of Basemelo.

A destined showdown?

Lu Kang observed from the sidelines, remaining hidden in the shadows and not revealing himself.

He was not surprised by Lorelei's appearance either.

Within the Magic Association and the Clock Tower, the titles of the Twelve Monarchs have long been established within the lineages of twelve ancient families. However, the subjects each monarch is in charge of are not fixed and sometimes change. Only the Barthemello family has remained unchanged, having been in charge of the Department of Law and the Bureau of Law since the system of monarchs and subjects was established around the twelfth century.

They have an unusual and unwavering, blood-rooted aversion to heresy in the mystical world.

They have an intense obsession with eradicating all that desecrates ancient and mysterious existence.

After Luvis became famous in the mystical world, the first person to be attacked was Barthezmello of that generation.

While Luvist was a 'heretic,' at least he adhered to basic human principles.

The Dead Apostles, those who should be dead but are still active in the world, are heretics among heretics!

It is the filth that every generation of Barthezello has wanted to cleanse.

The oldest White Winged Lord is naturally the largest and most filthy part of it!

Therefore, as early as when Lu Kang followed the clues and sensed the presence of the White Winged Duke from the spell to summon the Dead Apostles, he could only take Barthemello's appearance for granted.

So he watched this scene with the attitude of a spectator.

Barthezmero's purpose in coming was very clear.

Bai Yigong's elaborate actions... he wanted to verify them.

Look at this guy, isn't he also here for his 'legacy'?

He will naturally take action if needed.

Considering that Lorelei has been somewhat 'caring' towards him during this time, he will not hesitate to help her when needed.

Just not now.

In that instant when the thunder illuminated the scene, Lorelei walked slowly, her beige coat, with its tightly buttoned buttons undulating at the hem, swaying in the rain. Her dark boots made a pattering sound as she stepped on the puddles, and her long, dark red hair swayed limply in the rain. Yet, her eyes remained sharp and piercing, her gaze following the magical wand that resembled a conductor's baton in her hand and her magical costume.

then.

The fifty people following closely behind, both men and women, all dressed in black robes, also moved forward, slowly tightening the 'encirclement'.

"The dead should die; the walking corpses don't deserve to live in this world!"

Lorelei spoke slowly.

"is it?"

Bai Yigong retorted, "We are walking corpses—then what are you, guarding the mysterious remains of the past?"

"A corpse collector?"

"They are the 'gravekeepers' who take in the past and bury the dead."

Lorelei Layton stood on the lowest step, looking up at the ground with a stern expression and taut eyes, as if she were looking down at someone with contempt.

Bai Yigong was speechless.

"That guy I just defeated and ran away said that the next generation of Barthezmello will be their unprecedented creation. I didn't believe it at first."

The old man, the 'King of the Dead Apostles,' said, 'Now it seems I have no choice but to believe.'

“Young man, you are more eloquent and more imposing than your predecessors.”

"I also hope that you are more capable than him!"

Of course!

An invisible aura swept out from the White Winged Duke high above, and the misty water was instantly sent flying, turning into a large, swirling curtain of water. Amidst the hazy, obscured vision, Lorelei could be seen standing still, uttering only a simple syllable.

"receive."

The lengthy magic incantation was shortened to a single word, as if words were law and could be implemented. The girl, whose magic attribute was wind and whose characteristic was omnipotence, also stirred up a gust of wind around her, responding to the vortex floating around Bai Yigong and colliding with it fiercely.

This is a collision of two storms carrying water vapor.

It was like two giants colliding wildly on the street.

Between the gaps where their breaths were tearing apart, Lorelei spoke again.

"Crush it!"

The horizontal airflow suddenly changed direction and became rolling, spreading out and weaving like silk threads, slowly cutting into the gaps in the storm around Whitewing, tearing through the air and falling sharply.

The sudden change startled the ancient King of the Dead Apostles, a cold glint appearing on his lips.

There was a bang.

Lorelei then swung her baton, stirring up another storm that severed the water and wind that had been cut through the gap and bypassed, and were now attacking her.