In Type-Moon, people create a magic family lineage

It then returned to its original external environment, restoring the dilapidated state of the original first-floor hall of the Kuonji residence.

And right before our eyes.

Kichijou-in Kihara gasped for breath and collapsed to the ground, his shirt hanging down as if being dragged down by gravity.

Her hair was jet black and messy.

Her figure remained alluring, but compared to before, she seemed more fragile and vulnerable.

It's not just a matter of weakening.

The mind, too, is weakened.

The soul, refined over a thousand years, was truly breached by the reappearance of Sugawara no Hajime.

'Demon Bodhisattva', 'True Demon'.

It already has weaknesses.

It was Lu Kang who personally planted... the weakness of the 'demon seed'.

If this 'weakness' didn't exist, to be honest, Lu Kang could instantly suppress and defeat her, but he would still need to be on high alert and go all out.

Without this pre-planted 'demon seed', and by donning the 'Metatron Crown' and activating the mystical power of the 'Avakarian Dragon'...

Lu Kang was not confident that he could keep her after defeating her.

Fortunately, there are no "what ifs" in this world.

Fortunately.

Lu Kang was already fully prepared.

"It seems that I won."

Lu Kang strode forward, gazing at the tall and graceful figure, his expression natural: "Jixiangyuan Qihuang."

“I am Luvist.”

"Also the lord of Tantric Buddhism, Viktvar."

"And even more so, the 'Lord of All Demons,' Sugawara no Hajime."

"You should submit to me, shouldn't you?"

"The Demonic Bodhisattva".

...

Click click click——

at the same time.

Far away on the other side of the world, in the central part of the European continent, lies Vatican City—the seat of the Roman Catholic Church—located deep underground, opposite the 'sanctuary'.

A deafening, tearing sound echoed.

The upside-down figure suddenly opened its eyes and looked at the crown in front of it.

On the seemingly flawless material, cracks and blemishes are clearly visible.

The false crown has already shown its first crack.

The true 'King'...

Is it returning to its original position?

"who is it."

"Subdued by 'Tuwar'?"

Chapter 161 Sisters' Showdown, Aozaki Touko's Feint Attack

Everything is settled.

For Kichijouin Kihara, who was once known as the Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni, Rokukō was able to answer his questions instantly, almost without even having to think about them.

For those who have already entered the 'demonic path', such as the transformed demons and demonic bodhisattvas.

The one named 'Sugawara no Hajime' who gathered 108,000 evil spirits from the world was indeed the 'Lord of All Demons'.

As for Kichijoin's prayer for a famine.

The person who led her down the 'demonic path' and allowed her to witness worldly landscapes she could never have seen when she was a 'monk or nun'.

Even more absolutely, he was someone she could both hate and love—

However, regarding Lu Kang's inquiry...

After her breathing calmed down, the panting woman raised her stunningly beautiful face, revealing a strange excitement.

Looking at the tall, handsome young man standing before her, she recalled the past from a thousand years ago, and thought to herself, "As expected, this is not a successor at all—not a surname or a mysterious heir."

He is who he is.

It was them too.

It is Luvist, Viktova,

It was also Sugawara no Hajime.

It has gone through many lifetimes of 'reincarnation'—

They are the most sinful of all.

"Your existence makes you the most deserving person for my 'salvation'!"

Meanwhile, Kichijoin Kihara gave an answer that seemed to be neither an answer nor a response.

In the meantime, she slowly stood up, raised her hand amidst the surging waves, and placed it on Lu Kang's outstretched palm. The answer was already clear.

Softly overlapping, delicately touching.

The burial mechanism—originating from the foundation of 'esoteric Buddhism'—has finally been partially reclaimed by Lu Kang.

Looking at the tall and alluring figure before him, Lu Kang could simultaneously feel the radiant glow of the 'Metatron Crown' that existed within his soul. As more 'foundation' was retrieved, this mysterious ceremonial garment, which he had built upon with his esoteric faith and could be considered the strongest of its kind in the contemporary era, was also strengthening, just as he had expected.

When France was first established, it comprised only 33 percent of the entire church.

But now, it has risen to nearly 40 percent.

"If we wait until it exceeds fifty percent... perhaps then we can begin to seize the 'whole'!"

This rate of improvement is quite fast.

Lu Kang's ambitions were undoubtedly great.

Of course, he himself knew that this was entirely due to the special nature of 'Kichijoin Kihara'—among the group of monsters in the burial mechanism, this 'monk and nun' and 'demon' who had existed in human form for nearly two thousand years was definitely special. His strength might not be the strongest, but the mystery he possessed was absolutely top-notch.

By dividing it in this way, one can naturally gain a great deal.

By dividing it in this way, the improvement will be extremely rapid.

But in any case, this is an excellent start.

Even without considering the future, the crown of gods, which currently possesses nearly 40% of its performance, would increase in power by more than a third if released—but Lu Kang doesn't intend to wear it like that yet to avoid being discovered by the church and the burial agency and to reduce trouble.

Similarly, as a crown bound to the soul, Lucan can also be used in simulations, but the church's foundation has only developed to the whole world in modern times. In ancient times, it probably didn't even have one percent of its current performance.

This is a formal dress that belongs entirely to the 'future'!

Everything depends on the future.

"Do you want to 'save' me?" Lu Kang looked at Jixiangyuan Qihuang in front of him, and said with a smile, "I think you want to 'save' yourself, don't you?"

"I am both all living beings and you—am I not?"

After taking Lu Kang's hand, Kichijou Inohara stood up completely and responded in this way as if it were only natural. The tall woman, wearing extremely long heels, was almost the same height as Lu Kang.

The woman's long hair swayed on her head, but the horns that had appeared when she fell to the demonic realm had disappeared. Her figure remained graceful and perfect, and the swaying of her bosom cast extremely rounded shadows under the broken lights. Her slender, white abdomen was outlined with soft and delicate triangular curves that swayed from side to side under the light fabric. Suddenly, she approached Lu Kang's body, suddenly pressed against him, and in an instant, she embraced him with her still-holding hand.

"Come, feel it, Your Majesty!"

Is this a 'Heavenly Demon'?

This must be a succubus!

Lu Kang glanced sideways, feeling the fleeting beauty approaching, and couldn't help but silently complain in his heart. But he also knew that the so-called demonic bodhisattva was such an existence—using this method to save those she wanted to save.

At present, he seems to be the only goal worth doing so for himself.

The only one... who can sense the 'demonic' love and hate of the Demonic Bodhisattva.

However, Lu Kang didn't react much.

Neither resisting nor accepting.

He also wanted to see if he, with his multiple ways of thinking, could withstand the extreme selfishness of the demonic bodhisattva, which was also the ultimate selflessness of 'great compassion'.

But almost instantly, a deafening roar came from above, from the upper floors of the Kuonji Mansion, causing the entire mansion to shake violently.

"uh-huh?"

The demonic bodhisattva paused slightly.

Lu Kang looked in the direction of the voice, his eyebrows twitching slightly. He sensed the clash between the 'mysteries' above him and suddenly smiled: "You took action while my attention was drawn to you?"

"No wonder that woman hadn't made a move before—I thought she had given up."

"Oh dear...it seems my existence has also been 'used'!"

Jixiangyuan Qihuang suddenly realized something.

In that instant, her arms were suddenly empty.

Lu Kang appeared behind him, stepping forward: "Let's talk about 'Pudu' later."

"Kichijou-in—"

"I think so too."

Jixiangyuan Qihuang lowered her eyes and smiled. As the breeze blew, the black and white monk's robes covered her exposed demonic attire once again: "We are not destined to meet again this time. We can only wait for next time."

"There will be a chance."

Lu Kang has a squinty eye.

top priority.

We really need to see that woman—

What exactly is Aozaki Touko, the woman who has been hiding in Misaki City for so many days, up to?

Based on his initial understanding of her.

And a thorough understanding of the Grand Magician's abilities.

Lu Kang was actually quite looking forward to seeing how much trouble she could cause.

...

Boom!

the other side.

The Kuonji Mansion—no longer just the second or third floor, but a higher level—is bathed in the craggy moonlight illuminating its undulating dome, casting a dazzling silver-white glow on the top of the mansion's glass-carved facade. A woman with short red hair stands there, her dark green coat billowing in the wind, revealing a pair of exquisite long legs encased in black stockings. Her face, without glasses or makeup, is still delicate and pretty, but the curve of her lips gives off a sharp and sarcastic feeling.

Intricate, illusory runes, drawn in the air, appeared around her, operating on an extremely ancient and mysterious foundation.

Behind her, countless 'dolls', shaped like human bodies but crawling on the ground like spiders, surged and wove together to form a bizarre army.

Aozaki Touko had a cigarette between her teeth.

Her gaze pierced through the thick smoke, fixed on the figure opposite her.

A group of doll limbs lay scattered at the feet of a long-haired girl in a flowing short skirt. A magical glow emanated from her arms, elbows, and palms, making her look like a rocket launcher constantly packed with heat, ready to be fired.

Aoko stared intently at the short-haired woman opposite her, her expression stern, her eyes filled with utter bewilderment.

"Why..." the girl opened her mouth.

But he was interrupted in an instant: "It seems you are making progress... old man's marionette."

"While seemingly indifferent or even annoyed, you are also happily pursuing progress—don't keep telling me that you're willing to give up your 'magic'—such an impossible thing."

Aozaki Touko ruthlessly tore open the hidden 'truth' behind Aoko's subconscious words.