In Type-Moon, people create a magic family lineage

But they didn't expect that Lu Kang could reveal the source of the intelligence they obtained.

The information they obtained about Lukang came from Rasputin—from analyzing the various clues left after Rasputin's death!

It is a fact that Rasputin is a member of the Church, and even one of their agents, but this is a secret known only to the core members of the Church—the agents themselves—and the archbishops.

And this moment.

Lu Kang, this 'priest', was able to say it clearly!

They couldn't help but be surprised.

Because of the surprise, there was a momentary wavering, and a crack appeared in the seal and judgment of the 'miracle'.

Lu Kang managed to unfurl his magical costume and break free through that tiny gap!

"The plan went wrong."

This time, the agents no longer spoke in unison. The previous unanimous speech was only due to the ritual requirements for performing the 'miracle'. Now that the ritual has been interrupted, there is naturally no need for that anymore.

The agent standing directly in front of Lu Kang spoke slowly, saying, "Although I don't know where you got this information from, the result makes no difference—"

"I was originally thinking of letting you die in liberation."

Another agent standing to Lu Kang's left rear said.

"Those who die after being judged by the gods will not go to hell to be reborn as pigs or cattle and suffer slaughter."

The last person acting behind him on the right also spoke.

The three of them were talking at once.

As the words fell, the last rays of the setting sun, streaming through the high window, sank completely below the horizon and disappeared. The outside world grew dim, and the shimmering light from the glass chandeliers in the library flickered on and off in an instant—the lights went out abruptly, and the wind howled rapidly! The figures of the agents vanished into the darkness, faster than the wind, seemingly disappearing along with the extinguished lights.

After disappearing, there are streaks of light that suddenly appear in the darkness, the scattered shadows of a long sword being drawn and flashing with sharpness, and the rolling air waves of an iron fist tearing through the air!

three people.

Three directions!

The flickering of the lights lasted only a moment, but under the Executor's seemingly limitless speed, it appeared to stretch on indefinitely—

The so-called mystery is a phenomenon that ordinary people cannot understand or measure.

When ordinary people can understand.

The mystery will no longer be a mystery.

What is happening now is exactly what ordinary people cannot understand—the figures of the agents do not seem to be moving, but rather they disappear and then instantly reappear closer to Lu Kang, drawing different weapons in their hands.

The first person to speak wielded a knight's straight sword, slashing through the air and tearing through the darkness in the gap of time. The sword struck straight at Lu Kang with a clean and decisive, unwavering motion, like a weapon master who had dominated the battlefield!

The second person to speak also wore boxing gloves that gleamed with a miraculous silver-white luster. He clenched his fist and swung it out, pressing down on Lu Kang with immense force as if stirring up waves.

His wrists contracted and sprang like springs, his body was like a cannon carriage, and his fists were like cannonballs. When he threw a punch, it was like a continuous burst of divine fire and thunder!

The first one is the Weapon Master.

The second is a fighting master.

As the church's judicial body responsible for dealing with 'heresy,' and as the 'executioners' within the church who carry out violent tasks, the agents, in addition to mastering basic 'miracle' rituals, actually need to be proficient in combat and killing techniques!

Their only goal is killing.

Their ultimate goal is to punish heretics!

Their weapons are also those of the Church's agents, known as the 'Grey Gun,' which are shrouded in the mystery of miracles and can dissolve magic—under this, Lu Kang's defenses will be suppressed to the greatest extent!

As for the third person, at the same time the other two made their move, he lifted his black, assassin-like outer robe and jumped above the silver cross hanging on his chest as it swayed violently. The cross was directly opposite the chandelier that had suddenly gone out in the air, and the silver pendant with the cross outline lit up with a tiny spark in the dim light!

A moment later, the lights came on again, and Lu Kang was now facing a pincer attack from both the front and the rear, as well as the light from above—a light imbued with 'miracle'—that fell, staining the ground, walls, bookshelves, and even the covers of every book.

He once again used the power of miracles to sever Lu Kang's mysterious connection with his surroundings!

Although not as thorough or long-lasting as the previous lockdowns, it was only a momentary isolation.

But even a moment is enough for Lu Kang to be unable to mobilize any external force when dealing with the attack!

"Accept the judgment of the gods, you priests who have turned away from the faith of the gods, you sinners who practice heretical and demonic arts!"

The three agents spoke at the same time!

Sword, fist, and light struck Lu Kang simultaneously!

Then a fierce wind arose, and the wind generated by the agents' actions caused the books on the bookshelves to fly up!

The ground trembled with each step they took, and grains of sand danced in the air!

The light and shadow are hazy, and the figures are scattered!

But then countless books suddenly opened.

Lu Kang narrowed his eyes as he faced the attack and the barrier.

Time seemed to stretch out once again—stretched to an even longer scale of change!

But this time, it wasn't just a change in the senses, but a change in reality—the agents' movements slowed down, and their consciousness could clearly feel the slowness of their speed, as if an infinite resistance had appeared out of nowhere, hindering them from moving forward, or as if a huge rift had appeared between reality and consciousness!

Lu Kang's eyes reflected the sharp edge in front of him, and even more so the fists behind him that were like thunder and fire.

They...were very slow to arrive!

He took a breath, his tone returning to calm: "That's why I said... it's really a pity that the Burial Agency didn't come in person."

"What a waste of the gift I prepared!" Lu Kang's face broke into a smug smile.

"Did you all think that during the fifty-three days I spent in the library, I had already transformed this library into my magic workshop?" He looked up at the third agent who had once again performed a miracle to isolate Lu Kang from the mysterious connections around him.

What this third agent did was exactly what Lu Kang said—he used the brilliance of a 'miracle' to sever Lu Kang's connection with the library itself.

In this space, the walls, dome, bookshelves, and even the books themselves are all enveloped in a layer of isolation under the light that has been imbued with a sense of wonder.

Regardless of whether Lu Kang has transformed this place into a magic workshop, such methods will prevent him from activating any of the mysteries here.

This is the experience gained by successive agents after countless battles with magicians in the magic workshop under duress.

This method always works against magicians—but this time, it clearly failed!

"Unfortunately, you guessed wrong." Lu Kang looked at them, who had become sluggish, and with his speed still as normal, he easily stepped around the knife and fist that had slowed down countless times.

As Lu Kang's robes, covered in intricate magical patterns, drifted through the air, leaving a bright trail, amidst the scattered glimmers of the afterglow, the boy strolled to the bookshelf and bent down to pick up a book that had fallen from the shelf.

He slowly opened the book.

The yellowed paper, the words on each page flowed with light, each page engraved with mysterious spells!

Yes.

The agents were wrong!

Fifty-three days, five hundred and thirty hours.

He never made any changes to the library.

What he transformed were the books here.

He carved his own magic mark on the book.

The book records the techniques for performing mysterious spells.

A book is an infinitely miniature 'magic trick'.

And when they link together, it becomes an extremely powerful field.

It has become a temple of magic!

This is Lu Kang's third sanctuary, which resonates with the mysterious spells he wears and the magic tattooed on his skin, creating a three-layered resonance. It slows down the movement of space, while the magic robes and skin accelerate Lu Kang's speed, allowing him to stand here as if he were an ordinary person! Compared to the agents who broke in, he is as fast as lightning!

“You can isolate the library, you can isolate the walls, the dome, the bookshelves, and even the covers of the books, but you cannot touch every page of the drawings in every book.”

Lu Kang closed the book with a smile on his face.

With a snap, the pages collided, and the outermost 'Sanctuary' spell closed, returning the world to its initial state.

The agents' sluggish movements returned to normal, but the sword and fist undoubtedly missed their mark, and the miraculous time that the agents in the air used to isolate the inside from the outside also came to an end.

They sheathed their swords, clenched their fists, and stood firm. The last person also stepped down from the air.

Their faces were even more solemn as they looked at Lu Kang, whose light had faded, now dimmed by the loss of the miracle's glow.

The boy holding the book stood in front of the bookshelf, with the vast sea of ​​books behind him.

His robes still gleamed with silver.

He was holding books in his hands.

But at this moment, the agents had a dazed feeling, as if they were not standing in the library, but on top of the books held by Lu Kang, between the pages... at his mercy!

Magic Record Sanctuary.

—Here.

Every word contains mystery!

It contains a mystery that belongs to him!

Chapter Thirteen: What belongs to God shall be given to God, but I shall have it all.

The magic and mystery contained in every book and every page spread wildly throughout the library. The pages turned and rustled in the evening breeze pouring down from the high windows. Although it was invisible to the naked eye, the agent who carried out the mystery of the 'miracle' could feel a powerful crisis approaching!

Where the lights are bright, the rows of towering bookshelves seem to have truly transformed into giants that spew out crimson lava, surging forward like a tidal wave beneath Lu Kang's brightly outlined long robe!

After being careless, they were careless again—but this is not because they were not careful enough. It can only be said that Lu Kang's methods were endless, as if he was not a mysterious scholar from a self-taught background, but more like a traditional magician with a complete system behind him.

Yes, this feeling, this sensation, is something that the agents have only experienced with magicians who possess a complete lineage.

Those ancient magic families with a base of operations—mostly active in the Western European world—are members of the Clock Tower faction, who are their sworn enemies and rivals!

The agents exchanged glances and made a decision in an instant: not to flee, not to retreat, but to charge forward with all their might.

“O peoples, hear my words.”

All inhabitants of this world should listen attentively…

They began to pray!

It was as if they were standing not in the enemy's territory, not in a library tainted with heretical magical power, but in a solemn and sacred church.

"Regardless of status or wealth, let us all listen attentively, for indeed, no one is capable of redeeming themselves."

They continued to pray!

The three stood side by side amidst the fluttering pages of the book, their unison recitation spreading throughout the brightly lit, spacious, and majestic palace filled with books and shadows!

Lu Kang listened to their prayers, watched the golden, radiant light emanating from them, and saw the ethereal figures that slowly emerged behind them, like angels responding to their prayers.

That's a light.

Endless brilliance, endless holiness, endless purity and majesty!

Regardless of what happens in secret,

Pure faith still exists within the church.

Faith is not necessarily good.

But extreme beliefs are absolutely insane!

"Is this the great miracle called 'Baptismal Chant' that corresponds to the Grand Magic?" Lu Kang knew what they were planning to do.

Each agent is a master of combat. Like magicians who use magic to fight, they choose the simplest way to unleash miracles, sacrificing power for efficiency and reducing the amount of mystery for surprise attacks in order to complete the mission faster and more perfectly.

Therefore, the miracles performed by the proxy are all altered.

The more powerful the weapon, the more dangerous it is.

The weaker one is faster.

However, some miracles, like grand magic tricks, cannot be altered or simplified in any way. They can only be revealed through chanting and prayer, and are even greater and stronger 'miracles'!

The so-called 'baptismal chant' is exactly this kind of thing. It should be a gathering of hundreds or even thousands of people to chant together in order to manifest the divine glory in this mysterious and increasingly barren world. However, it is not impossible to activate if only a few people chant it, but the price is heavy... so heavy that it requires the sacrifice of lives!

They're self-destructing!

They were willing to die to complete the mission, and even at the cost of their lives, they were willing to deliver what they believed to be the absolute judgment of heretics!

Their expressions as they sang were earnest and solemn, yet their eyes, peeking out from under their hoods, were full of enthusiasm!