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Lanqi stared into the distance, with light flickering in his green eyes. For a moment, he saw the shadow of the future, a beautiful world without the tyranny of the vampires and where humans lived and worked in peace.
This must also be the future that Lanclos saw when he used the Mirror of Tiberius for the second time.
"Even a chosen throne needs someone to sit on it calmly."
He murmured, his voice as solid as a rock.
He seemed to have understood.
【This is--】
【The fate of Lancroce.】
Chapter 790: Lanqi's Immortal Punishment
"So in that dream..."
Lanqi closed his eyes and recalled silently in his mind.
He dreamed of a tyrant who was unforgivable and destroyed everything indiscriminately.
But there is one difference.
Can't tell what the difference is.
"What dream? Did you have a nightmare again?"
Talia's heart was in a knot as she asked Lanqi.
She didn't want Lanqi to understand anything alone in this shadow world of immortality and eternal punishment.
She can listen to Lanqi's heart.
"We passed through the Land of Eternal Night. When we were in Little Night City, I dreamed that Lanclos killed everyone he saw..."
Lanci confessed to Talia.
If the dream is too absurd, who would take it seriously?
He knew that Talia had a good impression of Lord Black Sun after reading Kaliela's Shadow Weaving Record, and he didn't want to tell about this irrational dream scene.
"Even if I saw such a dream, I would still believe in the historical Lanclos. He would never fall. No matter what kind of dark journey he went through or what kind of mental trauma he suffered, he would never lose himself. He would always be that kind soul."
Talia said Lord Black Sun, but it seemed that she was staring at Lanqi.
In her opinion, her apprentice would always make the same choice as Lancros.
She believed in the determination that Lanqi had taught her, so she also had special faith in Lord Black Sun, who was very similar to Lanqi tens of thousands of years ago.
"Master, please don't be like this... I am embarrassed to do your daily tasks."
With a smile in his eyes, Lanqi looked at the distant daylight and said to Talia in his heart.
"I don't blame you for calling me an old woman just now. You are the only one I would tolerate this from."
Talia snorted and blamed him.
"Can I call you that in person now?"
Lanqi didn't expect Talia to be so easy to talk to.
"Go out and see how long I'll let you lie on the ground."
Talia still felt her blood pressure was high.
This guy just wants to get more and more, and his eager look is really damn annoying.
Give him some color and he will open a dyeing factory.
"Hahaha, no no."
Lanqi chatted with Talia for a while, and seemed to be a lot happier.
He closed his eyes and his expression became solemn.
Just like the silver-white mask, the lines are soft, the expression is serene, and there is a compassionate love between the eyebrows.
He prayed that the lost lives could rest in peace, that the survivors could be strong, and that he would have enough strength to carry this world that was about to fall apart.
When he opened his eyes again, there was a fiery glow in his emerald green pupils.
He now knew that the battle in Blood Moon City was just the beginning, and the real battle was still to come.
The figure of the white-robed Pope disappeared in the Blood King's Palace.
When he reappeared, he had arrived at Saint Trik, the capital of the Horning Empire, which had turned into a demonic domain.
The demons transformed into an overwhelming miasma that surged at the end of the earth and enveloped the entire sky.
Covering the sky and blocking out the sun, the solar eclipse was like an ominous eye, watching the turmoil in the world with indifference.
Lanqi flew away.
In Saint Trique, the once beautiful and prosperous capital of Horning, thousands of demons are running and roaring across the land, their bodies twisted and distorted, their eyes burning with bloodthirst and crazy desire.
More monsters fell from the sky, smashing onto the earth like black raindrops, crushing all living creatures into dust.
The city-state in the distance turned into a sea of fire, with thick smoke rising into the sky. The little devils were torn into pieces by the big devils, or swallowed by the flames, or trampled into a pool of bloody mud.
The South has completely fallen and turned into a hell on earth.
In the north of the Honing Empire, there are still residents who have not been infected with the poisonous seeds of vampire transformation. Further north, the Saint Polant Empire is the last pure land that has not yet fallen into the abyss of demonization.
The demon army is rushing there, their numbers are so large that they are unstoppable.
Once the North falls, the whole world will fall into eternal darkness.
The demons spotted him and roared with joy.
“Human…Human!”
"Eat it!"
This human being can bring them endless happiness.
Thousands of demons swarmed in and rushed towards Lanqi like a tide.
They were either ferocious or ugly, spitting corrosive poisonous blood from their mouths, and their eyes flashing with hungry light.
Lanqi did not retreat a single step. He raised his hand and a ball of bright white light gathered, condensed, and expanded in his palm, eventually turning into a bolt of lightning that spanned the sky and struck the demon army.
In an instant, the sky and the earth changed color, and countless demons were reduced to ashes in this attack, turning into drifting black mist.
His attack was like a flare.
Many people who were heading north turned back.
More demons kept coming, one after another, regardless of life or death.
Lanqi rushed northward like a human weapon, rampaging through the sea of demons, sweeping away all obstacles in his way.
There are too many berserk demons.
It is so densely packed that there is no end in sight.
It even covers the entire continental territory of the Honing Empire.
In the distance, the demon army continued to swarm in, and the horizon was occupied by their dark figures.
Behind Lanqi, there was a sea of blood and corpses, and the stench was unbearable.
He suddenly opened his eyes, his emerald green pupils were filled with glow, he raised his arms high, his body suspended straight in the air, like a rising sun, illuminating every corner of the earth.
The next second, the sky collapsed and the earth broke apart.
A ray of light wider than the mountains and deeper than the ocean burst out from Lanqi's body and went straight into the sky.
It tore apart the gloomy sky, split the surging black fog, and swallowed up all the filth on the earth.
In front of this holy light, even the most powerful demon is just like a moth to a flame.
They let out miserable screams, their bodies burned, annihilated, and turned into ashes. More demons continued to pour in, but without exception, they were buried in this pillar of light.
A moment later, the demon army was reduced to ashes.
The earth returned to peace and the sky returned to its blue color.
Only a figure in a silver face and white robe stood quietly in the center like a majestic god.
"Horning's territory is too vast. Even if [Eternal Punishment of Immortality] holds your body in place, when your life ends and you turn into an undead race, you will gradually decay and collapse."
Talia reminded him.
Although the ninth level's mana recovery speed is also fast, the burden of Yongyao's destruction is too heavy.
She didn't want Lanci to experience the death that Lancroix had experienced again.
"It doesn't matter. Lancross has experienced all of this at least once."
Lanci was sure that he might never fully understand Lanclos's state of mind.
He always felt that everything in the Blood Moon Era was not over yet.
This is not necessarily the worst ending, but it is definitely not the best ending either.
The key to the relatively best ending lies in the last remaining Mirror of Tiberius. If we don't explore it, perhaps one day in the future we will repeat the same mistakes and repeat the same history over and over again.
He took a deep breath and dived toward the north again, forcing himself to ignore his physical fatigue and running out of mana.
His back was straight and firm, as if he wanted to blend into the darkness, yet also seemed to tear it apart.
……
In the north, tens of thousands of kilometers away, there is a peaceful and tranquil pure land.
The capital of Saint Polante, Hershalom.
The setting sun shines through the gaps between the branches and leaves of the towering ancient trees, casting golden light on the earth.
The breeze blew, and the leaves rustled, as if humming a hymn to life.
The air is filled with the fragrance of grass and soil, mixed with a hint of flowers, refreshing.
In this land live the most honest and kind people of the Northern Pope's Territory.