In Type-Moon, people create a magic family lineage

A denser, more hazy mist arose from all directions.

Lorelei, who was holding the baton, was not the only one who was confused.

And then there was the White Winged Lord, slowly withdrawing his hand.

He withdrew his hand.

But behind it, a pair of pure white, dazzling wings slowly unfolded, yet they gave off an air of decadence and filth.

The breathing around him calmed down.

But overhead, at the highest, sharpest dome of the magnificent Reims Cathedral, the moonlight hung high, its crimson light penetrating to the bone.

The straight moonlight poured down, transforming into a jungle of swords that guarded the 'King of the Dead'.

They stood up imposingly.

Chapter Ninety-Seven: The Perfect Magician and the White Winged Prince's Purpose: You're Looking for Me?

As the highest-ranking member of the Dead Apostles, they are on par with the 'True Ancestors' among the natural-born vampires and innate bloodline. Every 'Ancestor' of these aberrations is an undisputed king among the Dead Apostles, the monarch of the kingdom of the dead—and among all the active Ancestors of the Dead Apostles today, Lord Whitewing is undoubtedly the highest-ranking among the kings.

This is not only because of its ancient existence and the height of its power.

It is also because of their purity as 'Dead Apostles', 'Undead', and 'Vampires'.

Under the crimson glow of the blood moon, Tevanm Ottenrose, with his dazzling wings spread high atop the church, floated with equally crimson eyes that mirrored the massive moon above his head. This was undoubtedly his primal form as an 'ancestor'. The aged yet still prime-looking White Winged Lord looked down at Lorelei, who was stepping onto the first step. A pair of sharp fangs were revealed as his thick mustache curled slightly.

"Young man, you are indeed very good."

"Even your ancestors couldn't get me to show this kind of attitude so quickly. You should be proud."

"Pride?" Lorelei was just as sharp-tongued: "It's nothing more than letting the prisoners show their ugly side, the way they should be in their shackles!"

She held her staff up between her eyebrows and eyes.

Her pretty face tightened, revealing a deep chill.

Her words made Bai Yigong's eyes narrow slightly, and then he couldn't help but laugh.

The laughter revealed neither joy nor anger, but what followed was a sudden change in the color of the sky and the earth!

It must be said that Lorelei's words were extremely powerful in their impact on any Dead Apostle—including their progenitor.

In ancient times, when the stars faded, the 'Crimson Moon' descended, and Brunstad, the progenitor of all the undead, set foot on earth, the earliest Dead Apostles were merely 'reserve ingredients' created by Him and the naturally evolved progenitors of the planet who were born from Him, in order to preserve fresh blood and ingredients.

At that time, even though Whitewing Duke Tevanm Ottenrose was the first follower and the first Dead Apostle personally transformed by 'Crimson Moon' Brunstad, he was still looked down upon by the True Ancestors.

Although Tefum was essentially an absolute supporter of class, he also felt disgusted by those True Ancestors who did not rely on strength and power but simply prided themselves on their own blood.

He was loyal only to the original progenitor, Brunstad.

The rest are not considered!

Hearing Lorelei's words, he couldn't help but speak coldly: "Sharp-tongued brat—I hope you can also possess the power to match your tongue!"

Boom!

As soon as the words fell, the sky, which had suddenly changed, emitted a buzzing sound and a sharp roar. Countless drops of moonlight, driven by Bai Yigong, truly transformed into a series of imposing swords that fell from the sky. The torn air and the ripped space looked from afar like a mottled and shattered mirror hanging upside down in the sky.

Amidst the sharp sound, Lorelei's already raised staff was merely waved lightly—using it as a release point to activate the circuits within her body and unleash the mysticism she possessed.

She has not yet truly inherited the name of the Bartholomew monarch, and naturally does not yet possess the mysterious heritage imprint accumulated by the Bartholomew family over two thousand years.

But she remains strong.

Powerful enough to conjure up a raging storm with pure magic.

Powerful enough.

Able to unleash high-level magic in an instant!

"Twist, flip, refract!"

Triple accumulation, triple superposition, with 'wind' as the guide, the surging airflow instantly twists and breaks the air at low altitudes, and then truly takes on a complex shape. The atmosphere is conceptually 'flipped', turning into another mirror that is opposite to the high altitude.

The swords formed from the falling moon fell into the mirror, only to be blocked by the moon, which was also 'falling' towards the sky in the mirror, and they collided.

That chilling killing intent was blocked in an instant.

The characteristic of "omnipotence" can be fully summarized in one sentence: "Mastering one skill leads to mastering all skills," or "being a mere bystander"—being able to use one attribute to control all magic!

It is a power without any flaws, and a power that is purely numerical and without any weaknesses!

But Lorelei's 'all-around' ability only lasted for a fleeting moment.

She blocked the moonlight from falling.

But it couldn't stop the moon itself from falling.

With a roar, the white-winged angel, its wings spread wide, descended from the top of the church, crashing heavily onto the air mirror erected above Lorelei's head with its immense mystery and magic, shattering it instantly.

Lorelei is pure power.

Bai Yigong was also one.

However, the difference is that Lorelei's strength lies in her versatility as a magician, while Whitewing's strength lies in his pure power as a Dead Apostle. He does not pursue any special features or abilities, but focuses only on the foundation of being a Dead Apostle and the basic abilities of being a 'vampire'.

That was a lower derivative of the power of Brunsstadt, the original progenitor who controlled the moon.

As the progenitor of the Dead Apostles, he controls and manipulates the lower-ranking Dead Apostles below him.

It is also the terrifying immortality of one of the ancient undead.

as well as.

Perfect control over the physical body!

In order to achieve the most perfect state of the Ancestor of Death, he even abandoned his identity as an ancient magician before he was transformed into an immortal by Zhu Yue, and gave up the ancient magic that he should have mastered, which was infinitely close to the mythological era.

Incorporate all mystery into yourself.

He melted all the magic into his body.

The body of the Ancestor of Death, forged in this way, is pure and perfect, and its 'specifications' alone are enough to overwhelm all modern magicians.

This demonstrates the power.

It is by no means something that Lorelei could withstand on her own.

She is already perfect, but she lacks 'accumulation'.

Perhaps when she truly inherits the Barthelon family's magic mark and fights against the perfect 'Ancestor' on her own, she won't be at a disadvantage.

However, that is not now.

Fortunately.

She is not alone now!

"The wind reaches the vacuum, passing through the gates of the sacred heavens!"

All breath ceased, all sound fell silent!

In the beginning, the world was still!

Facing the shattered 'Wind Realm', and falling from above, carrying with it the ancient ancestor of the Dead Apostles, powerful enough to shatter all modern mysteries, Lorelei remained motionless, neither advancing nor retreating. From all directions, layers of chanting arose like crashing tides. The white-winged man, his wings spread wide, suddenly looked at the girl who had led a group of fifty elite magicians to this place. Listening to the chanting of the fifty people around him, he realized that he might have fallen into a trap.

The girl used the wind to create a mirror-like surface of air, blocking her own attack.

But what it was all about was using the sound of the wind to conceal the great barrier magic called 'Vacuum Corridor,' which was amplified by the magic of fifty people chanting together.

She alone might not be able to contend with the ancient and mysterious Ancestor of Death, who embodies the physical body.

Gathering fifty people—that's more than enough!

"You've now fallen into my territory!"

The mystical power condensed from the chants of fifty people is concentrated in one person; the accumulation of fifty people is activated by Lorelei alone, remaining flawless, as it pours out with the baton-like staff she holds in her hand.

She truly is like a conductor standing on a stage.

With just a swing of the bat, he can evoke the sounds of a fifty-person band.

With just a flick of the wrist, an unprecedented sonic wave roared out!

That was the most lethal wind-attribute magic that Lorelei possessed.

It is a mysterious 'vacuum magic' that repels all atmospheric elements, transforming them into a vacuum, and cutting through all matter at the ultimate dividing point.

Watching this confrontation from a high point on the dome of a building on one side of the street, Lu Kang thought to himself that Bai Yigong's fighting style was still the same as always. This oldest ancestor of the Dead Apostles had almost honed his physical body to the level of a superior fantasy species, close to the scale of 'Ruge Beowulf'. His combat experience far surpassed that of Beowulf.

Lorelei, as the pinnacle of modern magicians, has indeed reached the ultimate and most flawless level that this era could achieve.

Amid such intense turmoil.

Bai Yigong also stepped back and returned to the front of the church, his clothes slightly torn.

Lorelei retreated even further than him—slightly less, but by no means much.

Although it was a gathering of fifty people.

But for a girl who has not yet inherited the title of monarch to be able to achieve this level is nothing short of a miracle.

Looking up at the figure of the White-Winged Duke above, Lorelei took a deep breath, determined to regroup...

"You are very good."

Bai Yigong halted his attack, descending from his lofty position beneath the blood moon.

He said, "It would be a pity to die here."

Lorelei opened her mouth, about to retort.

But then Bai Yigong raised his eyes and stared directly at the blood moon high in the sky.

His expression was thoughtful, as if he were recalling the past.

“Barthemello’s successor, you are strong, but you are not worth my full effort as you are now.”

"I have never truly used my full strength since six hundred years ago."

“Since the ‘Crimson Moon’ vanished under the power of the spacetime link, I have not seen such a scene for many years.”

"Such a scene—the descent of the 'True Ancestor'!"

Upon hearing this, Lorelei's pupils dilated. As the heir of the Bartholomew family, dedicated to fighting against various mystical heresies, she naturally couldn't possibly know that almost all the True Ancestors in this world had been wiped out and no longer existed, all having died in the battle eight hundred years ago when the Church attacked the Millennium Castle, at the hands of the then-rampaging Moon Princess Arcueid. However, this was not their first battle with the White Wing Duke, and they couldn't possibly be unaware of what this first Dead Apostle Ancestor, who had followed the Crimson Moon, had been working on.

he wants--

"Summon the new, true 'King of the True Ancestors'!"

Bai Yigong, who made no attempt to conceal his purpose, lowered his eyes, his aged posture becoming even more upright. He raised the corners of his lips, as if admiring his own masterpiece.

"This land was occupied by the master of Tantric Buddhism six hundred years ago. He cleansed the land of any church influence, leaving only the 'faith' in Tantric Buddhism. In the years after his passing, this land has been fought over and pursued by various forces."

"The first, and the only, master of the secret religion to date, Victovar—he was a man of extraordinary talent, whose abilities far surpassed those of Michel Roya Baldumyan, who attacked the ancient city of the thousand-year-old castle eight hundred years ago, and also surpassed those of you and all the monarchs of Barthelo throughout history."

“I met him once, and it was a great pity that even I was no match for him, although he was also unable to keep me here.”

"Unfortunately, such beings are ultimately just mortals, and will eventually die within the limited lifespan of humans."

"Now, six hundred years later, I can feel his remaining traces resuming. I have descended upon this land and will also use his traces to operate the 'mystery' that belongs to me and to the ancient crimson moon."

Back then, Victoire walked between the surface and the inner side of France, conquering the sofa and igniting a series of epic battles on the mysterious side.

The White Winged Prince is now following the same path he took back then.

It once again replicates that secret, unknown, yet absolutely pinnacle, and timeless ultimate mystery that is impossible to replicate again.

He intends to use this to summon a new True Ancestor King.

It is neither Arcueid, who was reborn after Zhu Yue's death, nor another princess of the moon, the Black Princess.

Rather, they are beings who transcend them.

This is also the will of 'Moon' that he upheld as Zhu Yue's initial follower.

This is his arrangement of this place.

The endless stream of lower-ranking dead appearing in northwestern France was for this purpose—to replicate the final conquest of the Hundred Years' War in a world of death.

"Although I can sense that the grand ceremony I am replicating is facing some resistance."

"But it's still functioning."

“You can’t stop me, and neither can your predecessor Barthezmello.”