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The Pope finally understood what message Calliera wanted to convey.
"I can't accept the thought that you can live in this world for one more second."
He spoke almost word by word, like a devil walking out of purgatory, and walked towards the direction of the third ancestor Lachar.
Accept the fate of coming into this world.
I also remember the names that I was responsible for.
Countless emotions burned his heart until it festered.
So hateful, so ugly.
The raging anger burned his heart.
In the roar of Lancros.
In the underground of Saint Trick in the Honing Empire, the blood moon and the howling wind are roaring, and the war of the Age of Gods is about to break out again.
……
There is no light, no color in the darkness.
There was only the sound of heavy footsteps.
When he could see clearly again, he had been taken to the top of St. Terrick's Cathedral.
He opened his weak eyes.
From a distance, the once prosperous city has turned into ruins, with dried limbs and broken arms scattered among the collapsed buildings.
No matter whether they were old men, women or children, their blood had long been sucked dry or evaporated. Even from a distance, the strong smell of blood could be smelled.
It seemed that their battle had spread from Blood Moon City to the ground, and the shockwaves had caused many residents of Saint Tric, the capital of Horning, to suffer.
These residents serve as high-quality food, providing immediate replenishment for the vampires.
After the war, the South Bank had become a place for the four vampires to feast after their carnival.
They quickly replenished the losses from the previous battle.
Under the blood-red moonlight, a suffocating sense of absurdity and hallucination enveloped the entire city.
"Well, Your Holiness, what do you think of this beautiful scenery?"
The third ancestor, Duke Lachar, lifted Pope Saint Polante by the scruff of his neck, turned him to face the barren land, and asked him in his ear.
At this moment, only half of Pope Saint Polante's body was left. He was cut into a human pig and was held dying in the hands of the winner Lacharti.
"..."
The Pope's dim eyes had lost all their life.
Even though his lips trembled slightly, no sound came out.
"We actually left some survivors on purpose."
Marquis Moset wiped the corner of his mouth and said to the Pope with a smile.
"Think about it, after you've fought with all your might, you've revealed your original demonic form. What effect will it have if people see you?"
The seventh patriarch, Heritel, also asked him.
"People of the Honing Empire, look!"
The third ancestor, Lachar, raised the Pope in his hand a little higher, as if to show it to the people in the Moon Temple.
"Who is the culprit for today's disaster, or the disasters in the past few decades?"
As Duke Lachard finished speaking, every word he spoke was filled with commanding authority.
Under this blood moon, he is the ruler of the night, and all human will seems insignificant.
"..."
The half-body Pope still lowered his lifeless eyes, allowing Duke Lachar to humiliate him, but he could not refute anything.
【You lose. 】
【You are like a king who has lost everything. 】
[In Blood Moon City, you were besieged by the third ancestor Duke Lachar, the seventh ancestor Marquis Helitier, the eighth ancestor Marquis Somerset, and the ninth ancestor Marquis Bernhard. Even if you have the ability to restrain the vampires, you are powerless in the Blood King's Palace.]
[People have seen through your demonic form.]
[Many surviving citizens crawled out of the ruins, looking at the defeated Glowing Demon in horror.]
"Pope Saint Polante?"
"It turns out that all the peace is a lie."
"The bright and majestic Pope Saint Polante is actually a demon!"
"He really deserves to die!"
[You listen to the indignant voices of the people of the Horning Empire, and their eyes glaring at you with bloodshot eyes.]
[Are you the most evil person? ]
[You have failed to live up to those who sacrificed for you.]
[You also failed to save the Church and the Demon World. 】
【Everything you do is in vain.】
"Haha, Lanclos, you still lose."
The third ancestor, Lachar, looked at the Pope in his hand with pity, with a smile of victory on his face.
Next, the Honing Empire and the blood clan occupied the righteous high ground in the counterattack against the Holy Spirit Kingdom.
The backbone of the Saint Polante Church was shattered, a crisis of trust began, and the outcome was clear before the war began.
"Okay, I can send you on your way."
Lachar seemed to have had enough fun, and completely shattered the Pope's body with magic power, turning it into a bloody mist and throwing it down from the Moon Temple.
"Thank you for playing the clown and performing this short farce for me during the blood moon."
Lachar's laughter was full of joy, as if telling Lanclos that the weak race of human beings had always been nothing more than a toy of his Third Ancestor.
The Pope was also torn into pieces, and even the last remaining silver mask began to dissipate.
As one second passed, the world left behind began to fall apart.
He seemed to hear a voice.
tell him.
If your wings can still flap, please remember.
Those countless birds with their wings burned -
Scattering the ashes, there will never be rest.
The bones turned to sand.
All the sacrifices were worthless.
It was all in vain.
The voices of the people who were devoured were heard.
Sadness flickers in the darkness.
The blood moon illuminates the colonnade on the other side and illuminates the vague memories.
And Black Sun's figure fell deeper and deeper in this turbulence until he came to rest.
【How can I feel at peace?】
A few big words and the voices of countless wronged souls kept echoing in his ears, knocking on Hei Ri's heart and his chilled blood.
But they could not wake up the Pope who was sleeping like a corpse.
……
……
……
Until I don’t know how much time passed.
Just when he might have finally rested in peace—
tyrant.
Opened his eyes.
Those green eyes filled with violence were either a punishment of anger or a blessing of liberation from shackles.
Chapter 787 Ranchi's Second Round
The pain of death spread throughout Lanqi's body, and his consciousness almost broke apart.
Even if it was just a simulation in the spiritual world, he felt as if he had experienced a fierce battle at this moment. Not only did he experience the real defeat with no body left, but also the unforgettable emotions.
The moment he walked out of the Mirror of Tiberius, he staggered slightly and couldn't even stand steadily.
White light filled the air, and Talia appeared instantly, holding Lanqi in front of her and preventing him from falling.
This is the central energy room deep underground in the Purgatory Corridor Academy.
"Lan Qi, are you okay?"
Talia now regretted not stopping Lanci from entering the Mirror of Tiberius.
Any legendary prop is probably not a good thing.
She witnessed with her own eyes the entire process of Pope Saint Polante's defeat, including his immortal glass body being shattered, being besieged by despair, being cut in half, and having his body dismembered in public.
Now they are back in the Shadow World.
Talia pays attention to the information of Shadow World as soon as possible.