In Type-Moon, people create a magic family lineage

The legacy of Tantric Buddhism,

It has already been accomplished—

A Grand Craft Essence belonging to the side of miracles!

Chapter 101 The Crown of Metatron, The Fire of Mount Sinai

Although the radiance had subsided and the aftershocks of the mystery had completely faded, at this moment, anyone who could see what Lu Kang held in his hand would never dare to underestimate the 'mystery' he held in his palm. Anyone who could sense it could also perceive the purity and profound mystery within its very presence.

The Crown of Metatron is considered one of the highest-ranking mystical garments in the history of magic, among all the crowns that have ever appeared and been determined.

Gazing at that flawless, silvery-white crown, with its seemingly illusory thirty-six wings and countless eyes of angels slowly emerging, even Lorelei, who came from the oldest lineage of magicians, couldn't help but be awestruck and shocked.

Although it is still within the 'Grand' category, it is already the ultimate of the ultimate!

Ultimately, whether now or in the past, the Grand rank in the magic world is merely an artificial determination. Although it has a rigid lower limit standard, it can be slightly relaxed or raised as times change—as long as the foundation of ancient divine magic can be replicated in the modern era, one can also obtain the title of 'Grand Rank'.

Based on this, it can only be considered as a divine foundation plate that has been repaired to a barely usable state and whose power is still inferior to most modern magic.

It would also count as directly replicating the high-level magic of the Age of Gods, which was akin to power, in the modern era.

If we assume the lowest standard value for the crown position is '100'.

At this time, although Lorelei had not yet inherited the Barthelo family's seal, nor had she made any corresponding research and innovations, she already had a value of at least '150' in terms of practical operation through learning and innovation.

As for Lu Kang, judging solely from what Lorelei knew—not counting his own mastery of mind magic and his divine essence body formed from a pseudo-divine source—in the eyes of this most noble woman in the magic world, the crown he held in his hand at that moment was at least '500' in terms of its specifications and mysterious quality, perhaps even close to '1000'!

That's already several times, or even ten times, more than the average crown.

It is a realm that has never been fully explored throughout history—not even by Barthezmello, the greatest player of the tenth century who laid the foundation for the Grand Order and was hailed as the greatest of all time.

That is...

"Is this the true essence of Tantric Buddhism, the real secrets left behind by Viktvar?"

Lorelei, who still understood part of the truth from Lu Kang and Bai Yigong's conversation, couldn't help but mutter to herself. She stared blankly at the boy at the top of the church, who seemed to be holding a 'god-like angel's robe.

The surprise, shock, and even amazement at the appearance of the highest-level mysterious being made her momentarily forget to continue chasing after the White Winged Prince who had retreated in an instant.

With the appearance of the God-like Crown, this area has completely swallowed up the ancient city of Lance, described as a flesh and blood jungle pulled into a closed alien dimension. The unconscious 'Death Ancestor', Fuhailin Anashu, has become increasingly turbulent and terrifying.

Lu Kang stood on a high place.

A crown resembling that of a god was in his hands.

Although he has not yet been crowned, he can still feel the power of this ceremonial attire, which he designed himself six hundred years ago and took six hundred years to forge. Its essence seems to be nothing more than the condensation of six hundred years of faith.

Although the beliefs of Tantric Buddhism are never widespread, they possess extremely high 'quality' due to the meticulousness and refinement of its small number of followers.

Esoteric Buddhism, in essence, extends directly from the Church and ultimately returns to the Church, diluting the Church's foundation of miracles that covers the entire world, and thus better addressing its quantitative deficiencies.

The combination of quality and quantity has forged the standards that begin at this moment.

This further solidifies its enormous growth potential for the future!

If, in the future, Tantric Buddhism can further develop and flourish within the Church, further dismantle the mystique of the Church's ancient foundation that has been maintained for over two thousand years, and if it can directly replace the Vatican, it could even possess power similar to that of 'the Lord,' truly becoming 'the Lord's' spokesperson on earth under this crown!

This is why Lu Kang named it 'Metatron'.

This is because it is a esoteric Buddhist path that acts on behalf of 'God'.

This is because it is a path to becoming the Vice-King of the Kingdom of Heaven, a position not recognized by the Church.

There can only be one sun in the sky, but now, Lu Kang is determined to create one from the possibilities of the future!

of course.

This is only a possibility.

This is the reality after Lu Kang's simulation ends, and the goal he wants to achieve through his own efforts.

That is the 'future'.

It is neither the 'past' nor the 'present'.

just now.

What he needed to do was very simple—

"'The Ancestor of the Dead Apostles,' Fuhailin Anashu."

A blood-sucking jungle, an immortal monster, born from the remnants of the corpse of an ancient progenitor who was executed, a monster among monsters that defies the normality with the mystery of 'death' and almost achieves a rebellious principle that denies the possibility of humanity.

They had already piled up densely around Lu Kang, surging like a mountain torrent or a tsunami. Countless abyssal maws emitted snake-like hissing and roaring sounds. Stimulated by their instinctive vigilance, this jungle seemed to have gathered the most and most divine 'power'.

The blood-sucking vines not only bared their teeth, but also swayed, flowing and congealing into scarlet, sticky, blood-like fruits.

These fruits fell to the ground and quickly grew into a new 'forest'.

More vampire vines have emerged.

This stacking provides triple protection.

Accumulate in this way.

Looking around, all the vines seemed to have transformed into a ferocious and terrifying blood-red giant, roaring as it pressed down on Luca, who was located at the top of the church.

Its height exceeds 1,000 meters.

Its size surpasses that of ordinary people!

Boom!

The entire enclosed, sealed jungle space was surging with boundless energy.

After the appearance of the 'Divine Crown', Fu Hailin seemed to be pushed to his limit.

The unprecedented mystery even made Lorelei sway and feel overwhelmed.

But she still took a deep breath, paused before the doorway beneath the church, and looked up at the figure high above, utterly amazed.

But she still waited with anticipation.

I heard it; it was like the singing of angels that drowned out the roar of the jungle.

Lu Kang raised the crown.

In the instant before the giant of the jungle crushes down, in the moment the attack strikes.

Place this crown upon your own head—

Space seemed to freeze, time seemed to stand still, and the giant formed from the falling vampire vines was frozen in place for a moment.

then.

In the sacred chanting.

Lu Kang looked at what was in front of him, as if he were taking in the entire 'world'.

What's more, as Baiyigong spread his wings and flew through the jungle of Fuhai Forest, he was drawn to the mysterious surging behind him for the third time and instinctively turned around to look.

This moment,

Whether consciously or unconsciously, everyone heard the angel descend to earth and sing a sacred song.

They all saw the god-like crown descend upon the head of the god-like figure, and witnessed thirty-six pairs of wings slowly unfurling, while countless eyes opened simultaneously.

They saw it too...

On Mount Sinai, God reveals His might to the world in the form of fire.

To deal with plants, you naturally need to use 'fire'!

Lu Kang activated the mental magic evolved from the mental authority within his body, and activated the true etheric power contained in his divine body.

He infused the crown he was wearing with the mystery of his own transformation, which he believed was still being accumulated but whose specifications and quality were already comparable to Metatron's and were five times higher than the minimum standard for a crown, and then used it as a medium to control the other ceremonial robe of the same specifications.

Powering that miniature world dragon named 'Alkalian', which incinerates the world!

The firelight spread outwards from Lu Kang's center in all directions.

Among this.

Furthermore, illusory figures appeared one after another.

That was the angel of 'fire,' which manifested within, burning everything that appeared to the godlike being.

It will also burn the entire enclosed world, including the White Winged Prince and Anashu, to ashes!

It has been specialized in 'giving form to spirit'.

It specializes in 'the power over the world'.

It possesses the power to bestow angelic forms upon all things, and also the power to target the 'world' itself—

This is what the so-called 'Metatron's Crown' possesses.

Originating from the side of miracles, the strongest and highest power!

...

outside world.

Aozaki Touko paused slightly, gazing at the empty space before her, her magical eyes behind her glasses narrowing slightly.

She looked at the area that should have housed the ancient religious city of Lance, now completely empty, and couldn't help but click her tongue, thinking to herself that she was too late.

Although I don't know much about it.

But she had also heard of one of the founders of the Dead Apostles, named 'Fuhailin Anashu'.

Legend has it that it hunts across the world in a 50-year cycle.

Wherever it goes, all living beings are swallowed up.

The area where the creatures reside will also be dragged into a closed alien space—a highly enclosed world within the existing barrier.

Seeing this scene, how could Orange not know that Lance City had been successfully 'preyed'?

She couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

It's a pity that Lu Kang's junior brother—Lu Weisheng's successor—is probably in there too, right?

"What a pity..." Orange sighed.

Beo suddenly exclaimed urgently, "Orange, something's not right."

Look up there—

What's on it?

Orange looked in the direction of the sound.

Then he froze.

Her eyes widened, and those eerie blue demonic eyes seemed to see something shattering and collapsing.

It resembles a shattered mirror.

The container, which resembled glass, was broken from the inside.

She witnessed the collapse of the 'world'.

And I can see it even more clearly...

God has descended upon the modern world!

Beneath the blinding light of the endless flames, in the very end, Orange suddenly remembered Lu Kang's 'advice' to her.

"So it turns out I was misusing my magic eye to see things..."

"It really will make you go blind!"

Chapter 102 Church Reaction, Burial Agency's Choice

The headquarters of the Church, the seat of the Holy See—the 'Holy City' Vatican City.

Located inside the highest sanctuary, at the very top of the hall, enveloped by the majestic sound of bells, beneath the towering, pure white, and dazzling cross, this generation of popes is praying devoutly.

The night outside the window was vast and dark, no longer like dusk. The Vatican City, adorned with stars, was brightly lit, its lights stretching as far as the eye could see. In the square in front of the cathedral, countless people dressed in church robes knelt devoutly, praying together with the Pope inside the cathedral to the Triune Lord, who is in heaven, in the Father, and in the Son.

But at this moment.

In the instant that the French fire roared into action.