In Type-Moon, people create a magic family lineage

It was addressed to the primordial behemoth that Nicholas II had transformed into, located several miles away.

The majestic beast cast its gaze into the crimson eyes, as bright as the blazing sun.

Kichijou-in Kihara was stunned.

She didn't see Lu Kang's madness after absorbing the evil of humanity, because he didn't directly channel that power into himself, but instead...

The moment Nicholas II responded, he released him!

The massive black mud scattered and splashed in an instant, like water droplets bursting forth.

But they did not disappear.

Instead, it was driven by the mystery emanating from the incarnations of the Tsars throughout history, merging into the air and flowing into the soil.

It went with the wind.

Go with the clouds.

As soon as Luca Luvist had a thought...

It attracted even more 'evil'!

He used the evil of humanity to attract even more evil from humanity.

All evil thoughts and sins pervade the land of the Tsarist Empire!

Evil is sin.

It is also the negative emotions in people's hearts.

This moment.

On the streets of Moscow, someone stepped outside as the snowstorm subsided. He looked up and saw the dark sky, which seemed unusually intense, but he felt a sense of relief, as if something had been put down.

Farmland in the Tsarist Empire.

An old farmer, who had been oppressed, suddenly grinned, as if all the despair of the past was about to be released.

He will have a bright future.

Merchants from the north and south stopped to catch their breath.

The humble and timid poor suddenly gained the courage to rebel.

They all shed the 'evil' in their hearts—greed is evil, despair is evil, and cowardice is also evil!

Their evil is drawn to one place!

"I will bear the sins of the Tsarist Empire of this era."

Lu Kang, standing on the street, spoke softly.

He began the ritual recitation!

When Kichijoin Kihara finally learned of his true purpose, his first reaction was that he had gone mad.

He actually wanted to bear all the evils of the Tsarist Empire in this era in order to usher in a new era?

There is no shortage of madmen in burial facilities.

But she felt that the man in front of her was crazier than all of them!

Do not--

It's not just him.

Nicholas II was also one of them.

Kichijou-in Kihara's thoughts suddenly became chaotic.

Lu Kang didn't even glance at her.

He merely gazed at the gathering 'clouds' in the sky from afar—the clouds were not only clouds, but also constantly emerging black mud, the materialized evil of humanity. From the very beginning, he did not regard the church or Kichijoin Kihara as his adversaries.

He didn't come here to fight.

He came to create a new era, to create mystery.

Therefore, the church was merely a tool for him.

There is no need for hostility, nor for killing.

Lu Kang walked away slowly.

The sky over Moscow that day was as black as an abyss.

On this day, the skies over the Tsarist Empire were stained with evil.

This day, this moment.

The colossal beast that Nicholas II had transformed into roared to the sky, and the ferocious shadow of the terrifying beast appeared in everyone's sight.

There were also human figures appearing.

Lu Kang chanted a mysterious ritual as he approached him.

They will bear the brunt of all the evils of the era.

Just as planned—

To reveal the second mystery of his life in front of a large audience!

...

The sky is like an abyss.

That was a sign of purgatory descending.

It is also the deepest and darkest darkness before dawn!

—Russian Folk Songs

Chapter Twenty-Nine: No Guilty Person Needs to Be By My Side

It wasn't until Lu Kang left and his figure disappeared at the end of the street corner that Jixiangyuan Qihuang came back to his senses from his turmoil.

She looked up at the colossal figure towering above the palace in the distance. The phantom spirits of the Tsars of past dynasties stood beneath a dark, abyss-like sky shrouded in ever-growing human evil.

The surface of the abyss was like water.

This corresponds to the undulating palace architecture of Moscow.

Kichijouin Kiara felt the evil of humanity converging from all directions—

As someone who had reached the Throne of the Demon King and awakened the 'Eye of Insight,' capable of sensing the evil in humanity, her feelings at this moment were particularly profound.

That man is a madman.

but...

This desire to save the world suddenly filled her with many emotions.

"It really reminds me of some things that shouldn't have been forgotten."

The demonic bodhisattva—or rather, the ascetic monk or nun, Kichijoin Kihara suddenly sighed, recalling the time when she was just a Buddhist monk or nun.

At that time, she was also practicing with the intention of saving the world.

She clasped her hands together, and her exposed clothing vanished in an instant, replaced by a black and white nun's habit. She returned to her previous appearance, sighing silently...

He glanced back sideways.

"Is this your reason for not stopping him from leaving? Monster woman—" A clear and crisp voice rang out.

After the snow was swept away, the streets of Moscow became extremely smooth and clean. Suddenly, a woman with long, reddish-brown hair, wearing a black robe and a top hat, appeared beside Kichijoin Kiara.

Kichijouin Kihara was slightly taken aback, then grinned: "Who knows? Perhaps I really am powerless to help?"

"Heh." The red-haired woman glanced at her, a mocking smile playing on her lips.

But she paused, then said, "That's fine too."

"If your church chooses to give up—then that guy will be left to us to seal and deal with."

With her long hair swaying and tilting, the woman strode forward.

Kichijoin Kihara remains in the same place.

She watched the woman stride forward toward the Kremlin, her back to her, and saw more figures appear behind her as her black robe billowed.

"The Mage's Association's designated seal executor, and the monarch of the Law and Politics Department, Bartholomew? What a troublesome bunch."

Kichijou-in Kihara was certainly aware of their identities.

The Church and the Mage's Association have always been irreconcilable enemies. If their positions were reversed, Kichijoin Kiara and the other party might inevitably fight each other. But at least for now, they have a common, overt enemy.

That is also Luca Luvist, who is a heretic in both the church and the magicians' association—

Under these circumstances, Kichijoin Kiara will not take action against the Mage's Association.

However, she wouldn't help the other party.

Even though she still had the energy to spare.

In fact, she still had plenty of energy left; she had only shown less than one-thousandth of it just now...

I never imagined that such a person would appear in this parallel universe.

Kichijou-in Kihara thought to himself.

However...

"You're too late." With a light laugh, Kichijouin Kihara's figure vanished from the spot.

“Lucon Luvist”.

"Perhaps we'll have a chance to meet again in the future."

The words faded away.

"Lord Barthelon..." Barthelon, who was striding towards the palace, paused slightly. The red-haired woman glanced back, and a subordinate magician immediately stepped forward to ask, "Should we be wary of the Church...?"

“No need.” Barthemello’s expression was calm, her voice cold. “That guy won’t interfere with us—and she wouldn’t dare.”

"The most urgent task is to seal that guy who defied the mystical way."

"Yes!"

The words fell.

The magician in this place vanished in an instant.

They quickened their pace towards the front—

Almost at the same time.

At the top of a high-rise building in Moscow, someone was quietly gazing at the enormous figure above the palace.

Vladimir's beard fluttered in the oncoming wind, an unlit pipe dangling from his mouth, and one could feel the thick malice carried on the breeze.

“It was quite an unexpected show.” He bit his pipe. “But it’s all for the best—although it was three days earlier than planned, we were fully prepared.”

The mentor turned around and looked at the figures standing behind him: "Let's start taking action—get the workers and farmers in all places moving, get everyone standing up."

"We don't need to seize the palace, we don't need to replace power. What we need to do first is to free the oppressed from oppression and give the displaced a place to live!"

"it's time."

"It is time to burn the sins of this old era to ashes."

"Gentlemen, the time for change has come!"

In January 1917, Vladimir Ilyich Lenin stood atop the Moscow Bell Tower and spoke in a deep voice!

...

You approach Nicholas II.

As the malice in the air piles up, you know the time has come.

the other side,

Before the Kremlin palace, Lu Kang paused briefly. The savage beasts overhead still roared, their terrifying phantoms symbolizing the tsars of past dynasties baring their fangs and claws above the palace dome, their enormous tusks seeming to pry up the entire era.

He has overthrown all the Mensheviks who attacked.