In Type-Moon, people create a magic family lineage

"Aren't you afraid of dying?"

Bai Yigong angrily asked.

If they remain locked in a stalemate here, and he relaxes his guard even slightly, even he could be devoured and preyed upon by the Fuhai Forest!

Even if they don't die, they will still be injured.

Lorelei's answer was simple: "If the first Dead Apostle King can be buried here, then it is worthwhile."

The conviction was astonishingly pure.

In this regard.

Lu Kang's response, however, was very confident.

"It can't swallow me."

They can't swallow Vic Towar.

not to mention.

“If I let you go out like this, wouldn’t that create an opening in the ‘convergence field’ that I specifically set up using Fu Hailin?”

Lu Kang looked at the white-winged prince who had landed at the top of the church and spoke thus.

He slowly raised his hand, looking at Bai Yigong's extremely embarrassed expression, and felt a little pleasure.

He thought to himself that he had spent too much time with Yokohime and seemed to have picked up a bit of a wicked sense of humor.

He thought to himself that he also seemed to enjoy watching others—especially the enemy's furious expression.

He thought to himself, and said to himself, "What you are standing in now is exactly where I am!"

"It is a 'seat' formed from the power I left behind!"

Bai Yigong was suddenly startled.

He suddenly raised his head.

Standing atop the church, he truly saw it... He saw endless 'mystery' slowly converging at the top of the church, with countless streams flowing from outside the area surrounded by the Fuhai Forest, and also swirling in from all of France and even the whole world.

It is not ancient, but it is enormous.

It is not thick, but it is extremely tall and extremely heavy!

This is...

"For six hundred years, the faith that has been continuously produced by the believers of Tantric Buddhism is a mystery that only the foundation of the Church can utilize in the present day."

"For six hundred years, the light of the 'secret' at the top of Reims Cathedral has been constantly converging at the starting point of this esoteric religion, which is also the true headquarters of French esoteric religion."

This is the legacy that Luca wanted to collect, the true legacy of French Tantric Buddhism, which he himself left behind.

This is another layer of function of Fu Hailin—a deeper 'effect' beyond dealing with Bai Yigong.

By recognizing its true origin and its characteristics of mutual exclusion and restraint with 'miracles', it continuously compresses the beliefs of the world over the past six hundred years until they reveal their concrete shape and outline.

Until it can be given form by Lu Kang—and collected!

Such a perfect converging device, Lu Kang would naturally not allow Bai Yigong to open even the slightest gap in it.

With a whoosh, the White-Winged Prince plummeted from the top of the church for the second time. Its pale wings snapped and broke off.

After the buzzing.

Lu Kang's figure also appeared high up.

"Now, let me see just how far this miracle bestowed by 'God' has come!"

Chapter 100 A Miracle from God: Angels Descend and Tear the Jungle Apart

The 'mysterious' brilliance, condensed from the pure faith of Fu Hailin, compressed to its manifestation by the repulsive attributes, blooms flawlessly at the highest point of Reims Cathedral. Looking at it, it seems as if a pure white moon has replaced the blood moon released by Bai Yigong and stands at the very top. However, it is larger, rounder, more 'complete' and 'perfect' than Bai Yigong's blood moon. It is transformed from the foundation of six hundred years of Tantric Buddhism—and it is also directly derived from the Church, which has been developing for two thousand years. Even if the thickness is not deep, in terms of quality and quantity, it is far beyond what ordinary individuals can compare to.

In fact, the reason why Reims Cathedral was able to remain clean for a short period of time when the entire old city of Reims was swallowed up was not only because of Luca and others who stood in front of it, but also because of the faith that gathered there.

Without any leader, their instinctive gathering here was enough to temporarily resist the erosion of the Fuhai Forest.

now.

It will also welcome its 'master' who has not returned for six hundred years!

"Is he really, truly, Viktorval's successor—this generation's 'Master of Tantra'?"

Seeing this, Lorelei finally became convinced of this, and there was no need to ask any further questions after that.

The White-Winged King, who had slipped from the top and broken his wings, fell to the ground. Although he slowly got up and the broken parts were completely repaired in an instant by the extreme regenerative ability brought by his powerful immortality, the power of that miraculous fall was still almost too much for his body, which was like a solidified fantasy, to withstand. He looked up and gasped for breath. His old face was no longer as leisurely as before, but instead revealed a true old age that matched his appearance.

He gazed at the boy who had appeared high above him and murmured to himself, "Impossible."

"You can't be him... He's dead..."

He spoke in a rather mad manner.

But if it wasn't Victowar, but merely his successor—how could he have achieved this?

in this world.

The White Winged Lord, Tevanm Ottenrose, is one of the very few beings who can rival Victor Tuval in the realm of mystery.

He understands him.

This understanding even surpasses that of the 'Ancestor' who has been reincarnated countless times and is not recognized by the Dead Apostles, the immortal Akasha Serpent, Roya!

So no matter how unbelievable, how surprised and confused you are.

Deep down, Tefum already knew that the guy wasn't some kind of successor.

He is Viktorval himself.

Once all illusions are removed, whatever remains, however incredible, is still real!

Boom!

When the miracle of faith was revealed, it was not only Tevanm who was astonished.

Although the Fuhailin has no consciousness or intelligence, it still possesses the instincts of a 'vampire species', the nature of hunting, and an instinctive vigilance and hostility towards its natural enemies.

then.

It also sensed the intense, threatening, and stinging feeling emanating from the very top of the church.

The ever-expanding jungle of flesh and blood experienced an unprecedented spread and eruption. Countless vines, wrapped in flesh and blood and capable of sucking the blood of all life, snaked out from the void as if even space itself had been pierced, surging wildly towards the dazzling and sacred light of the secret site, and towards the figure of the black-robed youth beneath it.

Lorelei unleashed a vacuum magic slash, attempting to sever them—whether it was Luvist or Victowal, she was certain that Lucan, as their successor, was a student of the Clock Tower.

As the student leader of the law and political science department, she had an obligation to help him.

As the future monarch of the Law and Politics Bureau, she would never allow the students of the Clock Tower to be killed by heretics!

But this time.

She attacked.

Despite their disheveled appearances, Bai Yigong and Tefanm Ottenrosech abandoned their previous evasive stance and took the initiative to attack.

They stopped them.

He also unleashed his mysticism, wielding a scythe shaped like a blood moon.

He was aware of Victovar's return.

Compared to dealing with Fu Hailin, who couldn't distinguish friend from foe.

It would be better to let that guy die again!

“You…” Lorelei stared intently.

Whitewing stood before him, breathing rapidly, his scythe slightly raised.

He is not in good condition.

But stopping the Barthelo cubs who haven't yet received the family seal is more than enough!

The buzzing sound grew sharper and sharper, and in an instant, the blood-sucking vines, like the gaping maws of a monster, crashed down from all directions.

Lu Kang, looking around, suddenly smiled, seemingly undaunted.

He did not wield any mystical power, nor did he operate a body of divine caliber or a soul of divine caliber.

He didn't even intend to use magic or miracles.

He simply raised his hand slowly.

In the one-thousandth of a moment before being swallowed up, I touched the radiance of the six-hundred-year-old secret hanging overhead.

He simply grasped it.

It was as if...they had seized power.

He grasped the crown called 'God'.

The next second, the endless pure white light that burst forth completely dissolved and erased all the approaching vampire vines.

next moment.

The radiant secret that had been gathering was indeed firmly grasped by Lu Kang.

This caused the Fuhai Forest to roar and tremble, seemingly driven by more than just instinct; it also seemed to be fueled by a sense of fear.

This prompted Lorelei below to take a half step back and look up.

This made Bai Yigong realize that something was wrong. He decisively retreated, disregarding the possibility of his wings breaking again, and angrily leaped up, wanting to escape.

He maintained his composure as the oldest King of the Dead Apostles.

Ignoring the fact that their plan was already more than halfway complete.

He ignored the magical attacks that the Barthellello cub was relentlessly launching and pursuing.

He disregarded everything.

All I wanted was to escape with my life.

He could also sense that this time... he might really die, who knows!

Yes.

will die.

He died at this moment, beneath the radiant secrets about to be fully revealed, at Lu Kang's hands!

...

The Book of Enoch says that He is God's second-in-command, the chief secretary of the Kingdom of Heaven, the supreme leader of all angels, the manifestation of the will, the lesser Jehovah, and whatever He says is the word of God.

The Bible says that the Lord is one, without any second-in-command or spokesperson.

Therefore.

It is both a god and a blasphemer; it is the highest-ranking angel and also the highest-ranking false god.

It is the upside-down God.

The 'master' of Esoteric Buddhism.

...

It is...

"The throne of glory given by God, shared by all God."

The light at the top of the church gradually faded.

The mystery of the faith that had been condensed over six hundred years did not disappear; on the contrary, it grew ever larger—ever more condensed and solidified, transforming into something that Lu Kang truly held in his hands.

It transformed into a crown that he held up with one hand.

Or perhaps it should be called a 'throne of God', resembling a divine angel.

【Archangel - Crown of Gods - Metatron】

On this day, an angel descended upon Lance.

this day.

The secrets tear through the jungle.