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"The wicked monk, Rasputin, it really is you." Lu Kang grinned, sure enough!

Chapter Four Rasputin, Temple Techniques

At this moment, the man who emerged from the shadows behind the Tsar's throne had an extremely gloomy expression.

He was tall and wore the same black priest's robes as Lu Kang, but compared to Lu Kang's impeccable attire, his clothes were slightly disheveled and wrinkled. He had thick, long hair and a beard, and beneath his hair were a pair of deep, dark green eyes that seemed to contain unfathomable magic—even in his current unfriendly state, those eyes seemed to continue to release signals that attracted others!

Just as Lu Kang said—

Grigory Rasputin.

This is the man's name.

A conman who came from the lower class of the Tsarist Empire but gained fame by pretending to be an ascetic who believed in gods.

This is what Lu Kang knows.

He also knew that it was this very same fraudster who would contribute to the collapse of the empire in its twilight years—a man named Rasputin who had cured Nicholas II's youngest son, Alexei, through so-called "divine magic."

In this way, he gained the absolute trust of Nicholas II and his wife Alexandra Feodorovna, and thus gradually eroded the upper echelons of the empire.

During his rise to power, he brutally expelled and murdered countless capable individuals and innocent civilians, arousing widespread public outrage!

Of course, that was the original trajectory, the 'future' without Lu Kang.

And now, he's here.

Everything will be different!

Lu Kang also wanted to gain Nicholas II's support.

Therefore, he and Rasputin are 'political enemies'!

“Sir Grigory, you…” Nicholas II, who had been stunned for a moment, couldn’t help but speak. The emperor, dressed in military uniform, had his hand on the armrest, and his thick but neatly groomed face was full of surprise and anger!

"Unauthorized trespassing in the palace! Guards!" the steward below announced.

But the next second, neither the butler nor Nicholas II opened their mouths, but no sound came out.

Not only could it not make any sound, but it also couldn't produce any sound at all.

They even felt as if their bodies had frozen, unable to move!

The faint glimmers of light that drifted through the air swirled around them, imprisoning them.

During this process, Grigory Rasputin did not turn around, nor did he explain to His Majesty the Emperor. He simply walked to the throne, looked down at Lukang standing below, and asked: "How did you find out...?"

The newly draped veil fluttered silently, stirring up the scattered, firefly-like specks of light in the air. The man standing on it had a serious, gloomy face, while the boy below clapped his hands.

"Are you trying to say that you acted very discreetly?" Lu Kang, contrary to his previous calm demeanor, said, "Indeed, just as you said—you did it almost flawlessly. Your hypnotic power is the most superb illusion I have ever seen!"

"I didn't find anything—"

"Dizziness is just a sign of overwork, and forgetfulness is something everyone experiences—especially these past two days, His Majesty Nicholas has probably been working almost day and night to receive 'masters' from all over the country, hasn't he?" The boy's smile was playful.

"As for why His Majesty Nicholas subconsciously thought he had been hypnotized by you—that's simply because you actually hypnotized him!"

"This is a warning his body is instinctively giving him!"

"Are you trying to frame me?" Rasputin frowned.

"Of course I was setting you up." Lu Kang sighed. "Who told you to be so stupid—to expose yourself?"

"A 'magician' who claims to be a believer in God!"

The Rasputin before me is undoubtedly a magician with mysterious powers. He is not a believer in any god; that is merely a facade he uses to transcend class limitations.

What he used to deceive Nicholas II was nothing more than the illusion magic most commonly used by magicians!

However, although Rasputin's illusions were superb, in Lu Kang's view, they were also full of inferiority—

He believed more in the power of language than in using magic to gain someone's trust.

For example, what he said to Nicholas II.

For example, his saying, "The older it is, the more powerful it is."

The same words, spoken in different places and heard by different people, can always be interpreted in different ways.

This is the power of language.

Using words as 'chains' is undoubtedly a form of magic!

It's the magic of 'hint' and 'guidance'!

“Likewise, magician known as the ‘Little Sage’!” Rasputin’s mustache twitched, clearly indicating he had also heard of Lucan’s reputation. He turned around—Nicholas II, though unable to move, had listened to their conversation with a somber expression.

"Your Majesty, please wait here." Rasputin bowed slightly, seemingly respectful, but his words were full of treasonous remarks: "Afterwards, I will make sure you forget all of this!"

Unable to speak, Nicholas II grunted, his tightly furrowed brows pressing even lower!

That damned, treacherous scoundrel!

He cursed inwardly, but there was nothing he could do—however, being the ruler of a country, he did not lose his composure.

He thought to himself that the 'little sage' who had come from afar was neither good nor evil, but at least he seemed to be hostile to Rasputin.

The enemy of my enemy may become my friend. I just hope he can defeat this traitor Rasputin so that I can get out of this mess!

Rasputin turned to look at Lukang.

He stepped slowly across the steps before the throne, his feet treading on a red carpet inlaid with gold, his black boots creating slight wrinkles as he walked.

“I’ve heard of you.” As they walked, Rasputin’s deep eyes gleamed, and the veils fluttering around him swayed more violently and silently, as if echoing his forward movement.

The man said, "'Little Sage' Lucon Luvist, you are indeed very capable to be able to see through my illusion."

"But you made the wrong choice."

"That means we shouldn't have stepped into this place—"

"Because of this place."

"I've already transformed it into my magic workshop!"

As Rasputin finished speaking, the sheer curtains lit up with shimmering light as they rolled up, their patterns etched into complex, mysterious spells, the cold shimmering light overflowing like a flowing river of mercury.

An invisible force descended.

A heavy pressure fell on Lukang, who was facing Rasputin!

As he said, this place has become his magic workshop—the magician's research institute, a territory controlled by the magician and belonging only to the magician himself.

Rasputin arrived in Moscow three days ago.

Upon his arrival, he used illusion magic to hypnotize Nicholas II, making Nicholas II trust him implicitly. However, illusion magic is ultimately just that—illusion magic—and it is temporary. He had a deeper purpose: to turn the Kremlin, which symbolizes the highest power of the Tsarist Empire, into his own territory!

In this way, he could use mystery to influence Nicholas II at any time, turning fleeting trust into a permanent memory.

He could also firmly grasp the highest power of the empire, act arrogantly, and enjoy the most luxurious treatment in the world!

He is better able to face all external enemies within this palace and maintain absolute dominance!

This is exactly the scene Lu Kang is facing right now.

As a magician—

They broke into another magician's workshop!

"May the gods bless you, Your Excellency." Rasputin, pacing down the steps, stroked his disheveled beard, a sly and confident smile spreading across his face. "I'll send you to meet God right now!" he said.

The words fell a second time!

The mysterious spell, as bright as mercury, flowed and overflowed with an even more intense light, surging like a river, and even the air seemed to resonate with overlapping sounds of water!

Water element magic.

So-called illusions and illusions belong to the category of 'water' among earth, water, wind, and fire.

Under the impact of this "water" flow, Rasputin was confident that Lukang would have nowhere to escape—the magicians in the magic workshop were powerful and often had an overwhelming advantage when facing other magicians!

That's what he thought.

That's what I think.

However, the next second, the surging 'water flow' suddenly stopped, and the surging mysterious spell seemed to have its turning wheel abruptly stopped. The ancient phenomenon reproduced from the spell came to an abrupt halt, and in the still light, a hand reached out as if piercing through space and pressed down on Rasputin's face!

Rasputin: "!?"

His eyes widened as he stared at the hand that suddenly appeared in his line of sight, and the boy standing in front of him!

Lu Kang remained tall and elegant, walking calmly amidst the mysterious power gathered in the magic workshop.

Because his body was also radiating a mysterious light—his heavy, dark priest's robes were also glowing with a mysterious light, like a magic workshop!

Mystery clashes with mystery once more, then vanishes!

Rasputin's home advantage was completely neutralized.

leftover.

Naturally, it's a duel between magicians.

Completely unprepared, Rasputin was caught off guard!

"You think you're the only one with home-field advantage?" Lu Kang's lips curled up. He pressed one hand against Rasputin's face and rolled up his tuxedo with the other. He said, "Magic Workshop—I wear it all the time!"

Years ago, he traveled to various places without ever stopping anywhere, and in order to always exert his strongest power as a magician, he had already completed the miniature engraving of the Magic Workshop formula!

He used the mysterious environment of the early 20th century, which contrasted sharply with later times, to complete the magical costume called 'Hall of Fame'.

Those were the clothes he was wearing—

He wore the 'Magic Workshop' costume.

So where they stood

Everywhere is his home turf!

Chapter Five: He was like a saint

Battles between magicians are always prepared battles; they never fight unprepared battles.

Even the most combat-averse research-oriented magicians will always inscribe mysterious spells on the most easily accessible places on their bodies—such as between their hands or on their clothing—whenever they leave their magic workshop. This allows them to instantly inject magic power in the event of an emergency, using 'fuel' to start the 'engine' and unleash ancient mystical phenomena for combat and self-defense!

The former is a basic method of storing magic.

The latter is a 'magical costume' that requires a sufficient foundation of magical knowledge to create.

Rasputin, being a magician himself, was certainly aware of this, and he must have taken precautions long ago.

No matter how much he guarded against it, what he guarded against was only the mark of magic, the condensation of mysterious spells, not the magic formation that is composed of countless linked spells and usually only appears in the magic workshop, taking advantage of the terrain!

This is the kind of existence that Rasputin is facing!

As the light shone, the boy who was holding his face tightly with his hands began to shimmer with a fine, flowing light.

The intricate silver-white patterns, finely divided, resembled the scales protecting the body of an ancient creature, or perhaps pure and flawless feathers—the robes billowed backward, like a divine messenger spreading its wings!

God!

Nicholas II, unable to move on his throne, had his eyes filled with light.

As the Tsar of the Tsarist Empire, he was a devout believer in God; otherwise, he would not have invited so many theological masters after his son fell seriously ill. Now, seeing the demeanor displayed by Lu Kang, he was naturally impressed and naturally believed that Lu Kang was a messenger of God, an angel descended to earth!

Nicholas II was like that.

The butler was the same—if he hadn't been unable to move, he probably would have knelt down immediately!

And Lu Kang is an 'angel'.

Therefore, those who oppose angels are naturally demons!

“Mr. Devil, are you ready... to go to hell?” Lu Kang smiled at Rasputin, his divine aura enhanced by the light—if it weren’t for this appearance, he wouldn’t have come!

He also intended to use this opportunity to gain Nikolai's respect!

"You..." Rasputin became even more furious upon realizing the change in Nicholas II's gaze behind him.

If Lu Kang were to truly establish the image of an angel in the mind of His Majesty the Tsar, then his plan to use illusion hypnosis, painstakingly inscribe magic patterns here, create his own magic workshop, and attempt to control this magnificent imperial edifice would be completely thwarted!

This is something he cannot tolerate.

That's something he absolutely cannot accept!