In Type-Moon, people create a magic family lineage

"Unless, Viktúval reappears."

"Otherwise, no one can stop me!"

The Lord of the White Wings, the first and most ancient progenitor of the aliens, Tefum Ottenroseche, was confident and composed.

He finally revealed his purpose.

In his view, the time had come.

In his eyes, this was a moment that could no longer be stopped.

His appearance here, taking the initiative to confront 'Barthemello'—to fight an external enemy—seems to be precisely to buy time and reach the current critical point.

then.

Lu Kang finally made his move at this opportune moment.

His outstretched hand.

It slowly landed on his shoulder—behind the White Winged Prince, Tevan Ottenrose.

"Are you looking for me?"

He spoke with a smile on his face.

This startled Bai Yigong, causing him to snap out of his daze and his hair to stand on end!

Chapter Ninety-Eight: The Ancestor of the Dead Apostles, Hurrien Anashu

At this moment, Lorelei was astonished and surprised by the words of the White Wing. Her ancestors, her ancestors, the current monarch of Barthelon, had been defeated by the White Wing before she arrived. Two generations of people came here to fight against the King of the Dead Apostles. They all obviously regarded the existence of the White Wing as the source of his conspiracy in the northern part of France. But they never expected that this ancestor of the Dead Apostles, who had always prided himself on being noble and the only 'prince' under the Crimson Moon, would use himself as bait to cover up his true purpose.

At this moment, Bai Yigong was truly shocked by the sudden sound, the sudden figure, and the sudden hand falling behind him, and felt his whole body explode with goosebumps!

His pair of bright, pale wings suddenly fluttered and rose, the surging moonlight mingling with the swirling wind and sweeping in all directions. The King of the Dead, with his elegant old gentlemanly and aristocratic demeanor, had no intention of maintaining his aura any longer.

But Lu Kang only took a slight step back, and the fierce wind and moon brushed past his eyes, narrowly missing each other by a hair's breadth.

He looked at the 'old man' who started vibrating, took ten steps back, and then turned around, and he just looked completely innocent.

"Just saying hello."

He said, "Why are you reacting so strongly? Are you trying to 'breathe' on me?"

"Logically speaking, someone of your rank has no right to 'breathe' at me!"

Half-joking, half-sarcastic, it was as if the White-Winged Prince before him was nothing more than a snarling cat, an unworthy 'Hakimi'.

After Bai Yigong turned around, his gaze was fixed, but his face was full of gloom.

My eyes were filled with disbelief!

"How could you still be alive? You can't possibly still be alive!"

Viktvar—so many people 'witnessed' his death, so many mysterious rituals and observation devices witnessed the falling of the star that represented the fate of the 'victor,' 'master of the cult,' and 'omnipotent man.'

He must be dead beyond dead.

But the person in front of me.

They are almost identical in appearance, figure, and temperament.

Even the immense, almost divine, power of the Lesser Source, the perfect triple cycle of the Lesser Source connecting with the soul and thought...

Lu Kang?

At that moment, Lorelei, who was below, heard the commotion above and snapped back to reality. She saw two figures standing on the left and right in front of the cathedral. The instant she saw Lu Kang's appearance, she couldn't help but be astonished and recognized him.

But she did not reveal his name.

He just opened his mouth.

She didn't know why Lu Kang had suddenly appeared here and confronted the Ancestor of the Dead Apostles, but she didn't understand why she couldn't reveal his real name—in mysticism, a real name carries the possibility of being locked.

She simply gripped her staff tighter, and a gust of wind rose as if she were about to ascend!

Luvist was a figure highly regarded by the Barthemello family.

Lu Kang was someone she valued, someone she wanted to defeat or subdue.

Regardless of why he was here, I cannot ignore him.

In Lorelei's view, although Lucan has now acquired considerable skills and is by no means inferior to Kenneth, the current monarch of El-Melloi who protected him and the head of the Mineral Department, he is only at the level of a first-rate magician. He has not yet been able to reproduce the glory of Luvist, and he is far from being able to confront 'Zu'.

He needs his own 'protection' —

It takes time to grow!

however.

During this brief respite, Bai Yigong suddenly took a deep breath, calmed down, and finally realized something was wrong as he looked at the young man's figure appearing before him.

"No, that's not right, you can't kill him, you're not Viktorval—you're too young!"

A youthful appearance can be faked.

But it's impossible on a spiritual level.

If Viktorval hadn't died back then, how could his soul possibly exude such youthful energy today?

The boy in front of me is really only seventeen years old!

Lorelei, who also heard this, stopped in her tracks, stunned.

Viktuvar?

What is the connection between Lu Kang and that historically renowned master of Esoteric Buddhism?

he...

"Of course I am not Viktúval."

Only those closest to him, like Anna and Jeanne, could truly recognize him as them.

No one else could possibly be.

Lu Kang wouldn't admit it either.

A successor to a dangerous individual can often clear themselves of suspicion and avoid unnecessary trouble and hostility.

He simply said, "I am Lucon Luvist."

"It is also Lukang Luvist Tuval!"

Three surnames, stacked in three layers.

"Louis Levitt...that supposedly most vicious and wicked man from decades ago—?"

Bai Yigong had also heard of this surname.

However, it clearly didn't leave a deep impression.

He looked at the young man before him and suddenly realized his identity: "So that's it. So you are Viktorval's successor?"

Although I have never heard of any descendants of Viktorval, not even his students have heard of them.

But this is the only possibility.

“No wonder, I have searched this land for hundreds of years and never found a trace of Vic’s work, but recently I suddenly discovered traces of the highest ritual he left behind.”

"So that's because his successor has appeared!"

Because of Lu Kang's regression from the simulation.

Awakening in the modern era.

This is a coincidence.

It's not really a coincidence.

This operation, which Bai Yigong had been preparing for for six hundred years, was finally launched only now when he found the opportunity.

Bai Yigong suddenly realized.

Lu Kang, who had listened to the entire plan, simply smiled and remained silent.

Lorelei below was even more shocked... shocked that Lucan, besides 'Luvist', was also the successor of Victor Tuval?

No, wait.

That is to say.

Luvist, is actually connected to Victor Tuvale—?!

In other words.

The Luvis family lineage is not just a short span of less than a hundred years, but rather spans at least six hundred years.

While it cannot compare to the Twelve Monarchs lineage, it is considered above average among the many families in the Clock Tower.

Not to mention that both Luvist and Victovar were monsters among monsters, capable of laying the foundation for hundreds or even thousands of years of accumulated monsters on their own.

Lorelei was somewhat dazed again.

The night was cold and clear under the blood moon. Lu Kang simply said, "I heard that you're using 'my' things to summon unknown monsters?"

"An unknown monster? Once you witness the glory of the one true ancestor king, you too will be captivated by him, just as I was back then!"

Bai Yigong snorted coldly, regaining his composure and arrogance.

He said:

“I will use the ritual that Victovar performed to bring him back from the dead.”

"Let that being, destined to rule over all the dead, known as the 'Dark Six Kings,' be resurrected from the dead."

"Even if you are the successor of Viktúval, you cannot stop me—"

The wings behind Whitewing Duke spread out even further without showing any sign of restraint. Although he was only a successor, he took Viktvar very seriously and dared not underestimate him.

However, Lu Kang did not actually intend to intervene.

He truly couldn't stop it.

at the same time...

"Since you said that your ritual has been partially broken, you should be able to sense the intense atmosphere that such a large number of dead apostles you have summoned and driven will bring."

"If they spread outwards, what will they attract?"

Lu Kang spoke slowly and deliberately, his words calm yet somewhat pleasant, saying, "And what will those things that have been attracted do?"

Upon hearing Lu Kang's prompting, Bai Yigong's eyes narrowed sharply, as if he had indeed thought of something.

He suddenly looked up and realized that he had failed to take into account a certain aspect of his plan.

The Dead Apostles were originally backup food for the 'True Ancestors'.

The gathering and actions of large-scale Dead Apostles will naturally attract those natural 'ancestors' who prey on them.

Now, most of the True Ancestors have died.

But the True Ancestor was supposed to be 'immortal'.

Even though the Moon Princess was born as an extremely special executioner of the True Ancestors, it would be difficult to completely extinguish them all.

Not to mention that when the Moon Princess killed all the True Ancestors, she was being deceived by Roya and her mind was in a state of madness.

The fact that something that should be immortal has fallen into death does not mean complete annihilation.

They are still here.

They simply lost themselves, lost their reason, and lost their soul.

They are still here.

They only rely on instinct—hunting and preying!

That also means...

With a deafening roar, the explosion seemed to come from beyond the heavens, or perhaps from the other side of the world.

Those were suddenly appearing, densely packed 'tentacles'.

It's like countless roots and tendrils of a tree, extending from the other side of the spatial dimension and slowly appearing in the material world, like the endless roots and tendrils of a tree that come from nothing as a brushstroke.

Those were countless plant branches.