In Type-Moon, people create a magic family lineage

It is also the dense forest that preys on 'Dead Apostles', formed by the immortal corpse of the deceased True Ancestor after his soul perished.

That is--

"The dead progenitor, the immortal apostle."

"Another ancestor of the outcasts."

"Fuhailin Anashu!"

Lu Kang tore open this grand ritual, partly to allow the aura of the Dead Apostles to leak out, thereby attracting this guy.

Once again, and further,

Trapped the 'White-Winged Duke'!

Even if you can't kill it completely, you should at least inflict severe damage on it.

Only after his physical form has been obliterated for a period of time will he dare not covet anything that belongs to him again!

Yes.

Throughout the entire process, Lu Kang did not need to intervene in this so-called grand ceremony.

Because it was destined that it could not succeed.

"Oh right, I forgot to tell you, while you were fighting, I had already evacuated all the residents of Lance City."

and so.

Fight to your heart's content—without a care in the world!

Chapter Ninety-Nine: The True Legacy of Esoteric Buddhism, Drawing from Six Hundred Years of Faith

"Seriously, they run so fast, many times faster than my 'Orange Trip'!"

Hiking through the fields of northwestern France, the woman with short red hair looked at the vast, undulating land before her, feeling slightly discouraged but also more excited.

She thought to herself, "Is this Luvist's successor? How interesting."

She thought to herself that the mystery of driving such efficient and rapid migration in the blink of an eye... was rare in the entire era.

"Orange, are you still going to go find that guy?"

A slightly frustrated, childish voice, whose gender was indistinct, rang in Aozaki Touko's ears, causing her to pause slightly as she raised her high heels again.

"Beo, you're finally awake!" Orange said.

"Hmm." The 'Golden Wolf,' which did not directly materialize into a physical form but instead spoke in an invisible and intangible spiritual state, said in a frustrated tone: "Although it hurts a lot... I still woke up."

“Actually, you didn’t need to stop him—it’s my fault for not explaining clearly,” Orange said apologetically.

"It's because I'm not strong enough." Golden Wolf was, after all, from a werewolf tribe. Although those werewolves didn't actually consider him one of their own—otherwise they wouldn't have sold him to Orange—he still retained some of the wolf's nature. In the survival of the fittest, if you can't win, it's because you're not strong enough, not for any other reason: "Next time, next time..."

"What about next time?" Orange asked curiously.

As it turned out, Luger wasn't good at lying; he mumbled for a long time but couldn't bring himself to say that he would definitely defeat Lu Kang next time.

It seems that the 'shadow' left by that moment is indeed profound... Well, it's only natural that Beo's heavy and terrifying sense of mystery, which he had always relied on, was directly shattered, leaving him with a lingering shadow.

Orange opened her mouth, about to offer some words of comfort.

But then it suddenly stopped.

She suddenly raised her head, looking towards the northwest area, and as she narrowed her eyes, a faint blue light shone behind her glasses.

She saw...

"The legendary progenitor of the Dead Apostles, Fuhailin Anashu?"

Countless branches extend from the other end of the spacetime dimension, appearing as if they are growing rapidly and densely, penetrating everything in their path.

Countless blood-like tentacles wriggled wildly, engulfing all living things within their range.

That direction leads to Reims, a famous religious city in northern France, the area where French kings were crowned before the Middle Ages, and the starting point of French Tantric Buddhism, as well as the ancient city of Reims where Reims Cathedral is located.

That area was also the area where Orange had been traveling.

She deduced that Lu Kang most likely went there as well.

"Is he going to fight the 'Ancestor of the Dead Apostles'?"

Orange blinked, somewhat surprised, but also somewhat excited.

...

Boom!

The 'forest' from a foreign land is emerging in layers, like the rising tide, appearing from all directions.

Just moments before, the ancient city of Reims was a vast, sacred, and solemn place.

After a moment.

But it had already fallen into a state of utter carnage.

Everywhere were rock walls pierced by enormous, wriggling roots, and everywhere was a viscous mass submerged and covered by frantically contracting plant tendrils. The blood moon still hung high overhead, but under its crimson glow, the enormous tree canopies had risen high to support a colossal 'canopy,' with dense leaves growing among the countless branches. Countless eyes also opened on the leaves with a clamor, giving one a sense of grandeur that was both disgusting and spectacular.

The entire city, and even the entire sky, seemed to have been swallowed by the tides of an alien land, engulfed in a terrifying jungle.

Only the Reims Church, located in the heart of the city, remains unchanged.

Only the area where the White Winged Prince, Lu Kang, Lorelei, and the others stood in front of the church was not completely covered.

"Fu Hai Lin · Anaxiu..."

Bai Yigong's gaze shifted, murmuring the name of this other 'ancestor' of the alien race, his brows furrowing involuntarily.

As a flesh and blood jungle transformed from the dead True Ancestors, Fu Hai Lin certainly wouldn't only attack the Dead Apostles who were initially regarded as backup food by the True Ancestors, but would also devour all life along the way—it's just that a large enough number of Dead Apostles would attract its arrival.

The great magic spell that Bai Yigong previously erected here served a certain purpose of concealment, and to some extent, it also took into account Bai Yigong's presence.

But this guy still came.

breathe...!

The entire jungle writhed wildly, like the lungs of a creature breathing continuously. Lu Kang, who had sent all the residents of the city away in advance, simply watched calmly, showing no fear of harming the innocent.

He watched as the jungle, having engulfed the city, continued to expand, heading towards the cathedral area, which remained pristine thanks to their presence.

He also watched as countless wriggling tentacles rushed towards the Lorelei group below, towards himself—and even towards the Ancestor of the Dead Apostles, the Lord of the White Wings, Tefum Ottenroseche, on the opposite side.

The True Ancestors' lingering predatory instincts directly target the Dead Apostles, and even the King of the Dead Apostles is no exception!

With a buzzing sound, the airflow swirled and the vacuum cut through the air. Although Lorelei below felt a turbulent storm raging in her heart, she still used her waving staff to wield powerful magic and cut through all the attacking monsters. She led her team of fifty people upwards, and in an instant, she crossed dozens of steps and landed steadily beside Lu Kang.

"Lorelei, is there something you want to ask?"

Lu Kang has a squinty eye.

He calmly spoke as he watched the girl gracefully stroll up the steps amidst the crowd, maintaining the oldest and noblest aristocratic demeanor of the clock tower even in this situation.

Lorelei nodded, then shook her head: "Yes."

"but not now."

The girl raised her staff and pointed it at the White Winged Duke opposite her.

She descended to the very top of the steps, to the very top of Reims Church, where she stood shoulder to shoulder with him, facing the oldest King of the Dead.

"Now is the best time to strike down the heretics!"

Although Luvist was considered a heretic, he has now been integrated into the Clock Tower system.

The true nature of the leader of Esoteric Buddhism remains unclear.

She also chose to believe Lu Kang directly.

The mysterious war has no fairness whatsoever; the suppression of heretics has always been ruthless and unscrupulous.

Given the chance, Lorelei never hesitates to outnumber the enemy.

"Humph!"

Baiyi Gong saw the boy and girl standing side by side opposite him. His pure white wings spread out to guide the crimson moonlight, which continuously extinguished the tentacles of the Fuhai Forest that were howling around him. However, as the forest of flesh and blood became more and more dense, the blood moon in the sky gradually dimmed, and the moonlight falling on his side gradually became transparent until it disappeared.

This jungle, this space, is 'closing down'.

It was being rapidly swallowed up by Fu Hailin and dragged into the space of its alien dimension!

A predator is a terrifying monster that devours life along with the space it inhabits.

"Are you still trying to attack me?"

The aged King of the Dead spoke disdainfully: "The Fuhai Forest is isolated from the outside world. Here, all external mysteries will be swallowed up and rendered useless—"

"Can you still perform magic tricks next?"

Of course it is possible.

At least for Lorelei, it's not a big problem. Her vacuum magic can cut through everything, even the devouring of Fu Hailin can be repelled.

For Lu Kang, it was even easier.

However, this did not apply to the fifty close associates of Lorelei who had accompanied her.

They have reached the level of top-notch magicians, but they have not yet officially graduated. The fact that they did not receive a graduation ceremony means that they are still lacking in terms of foundation and killer moves.

They lost the environment for casting spells, which was tantamount to losing everything.

So right now, it seems like Lu Kang and Luo Leilai are fighting against many enemies, but in reality, they need to protect others from Fu Hailin while fighting against Bai Yigong.

So for now.

While Bai Yigong appears to be fighting three against one, his pursuit of the purity of vampire power, abandoning everything external and carrying all the mystery within his body—a body that resembles a fantasy species—makes this environment the most advantageous for him!

The vampire tentacles, rising and falling, roared in again, only to be cut off by the vacuum magic that Lorelei was swirling around. The fifty people continued to gather, struggling to control the mysterious, but the refined magic was swallowed up before it could be released, and the mysterious spell that had not yet been activated stopped operating.

"Everyone, step back behind me."

Barthezmello, with his pride, would never allow his men to perish here.

Lorelei spoke in this way.

Bai Yigong remained standing, motionless. The blood moon in the sky was completely covered by the jungle formed by the vampires, and its radiance was gone. Instead, he restrained all his external abilities, allowing Fu Hailin's attacks to approach without dodging or evading.

But when those tentacles, those vines, those moving branches fell on him, they were like withered wood, easily broken by him!

White-winged Gong spread his wings and soared into the sky.

Lorelei raised her staff and unleashed a vacuum magic spell.

Driven by magic and transformed by mystery, it ultimately becomes a purely destructive force. Although it contains mystery, mystery is by no means the main attack of this kind of magic - among the basic attributes of mystery, 'depth' alone is not enough.

Not to mention that although Lorelei's attack was far from Whitewing Duke's in terms of thickness, it was not inferior in terms of mystery in terms of quality and quantity. Combined, it had reached the spellcasting level of a practical Grand Magician, and even had physical damage!

Even if Bai Yigong were to take such physical damage head-on, he would not. He turned slightly as he soared into the air and brushed past the enemy.

With extremely fast speed, almost like teleportation.

then.

And so, as it spun around, it was dragged down.

Lu Kang raised his hand and performed a simple gravity doubling magic trick, as if his outstretched hand had grabbed the wings that the White Winged King was flapping.

It caused it to plummet downwards, little by little.

Even though Bai Yigong broke through it almost instantly, what followed was even more numerous, densely packed, doubled-gravity 'magic circles' that gripped his wings and wove themselves onto his body.

Then, a vacuum slash finally forced it to fall.

It sits atop the jungle above the Reims church.

More blood-sucking jungles are rushing towards us!

"You two are absolutely insane."

Taking a deep breath, even the most noble and classical vampire duke, Duke Whitewing, finally couldn't help but speak with a hint of cursing.

It seems that the predatory instinct realized it was futile.

Fu Hailin has imbued him with even more 'mystery'—the fallen vines are no longer so easily broken, but require some effort to snap.

In addition, its continuous regeneration rate...

All the ancestors of the Dead Apostles possessed near-immortality, but Fu Hailin, as the Dead Ancestor transformed from the corpse of the True Ancestor, was among the most immortal among the many ancestors of the Dead Apostles!