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Countless corpses lay on the ground, some crushed, some trampled to death in the chaos.
Cries and shouts for help came one after another, but they seemed so insignificant amid the roar of the Black Mist Legion's footsteps.
On the distant horizon, a moving black wave is advancing slowly and unstoppably. The legion assembled by undead magic is marching in heavy steps in unison, and every step shakes the land within a radius of several kilometers.
Wherever they passed, forests were instantly swallowed up, rivers were cut off and diverted, hills were razed to the ground, and the behemoth city-states were as fragile as cardboard in front of them, and building fragments fell like raindrops.
The air was filled with pungent smoke, dust and the smell of blood.
Several large city-states in the province of Talberg were reduced to ruins in just a few hours.
The man wearing a silver-white mask stood on the high ground, standing at the top of all living beings.
The scene of destruction was reflected in his green eyes, and the expression engraved on his mask was cold and almost numb, and he dominated the war like a god.
At this point, it is no longer possible to tell whether it is people's fate or their will.
There is only endless slaughter.
The atrocities continue.
"Please let me go, don't kill us!"
"help me!!"
"Why, why did you stoop to this level?"
Being begged, resented, cursed and questioned.
He didn't explain anything.
He just watched everything with his eyes beneath the mask.
He is sin and punishment, the one who controls the ups and downs of life, and the black sun that brings disaster to the world.
All the doubts were like passing clouds in his ears.
"Until I kill all of you, or you come and kill me."
"I will never stop—"
The man opened his lips almost silently, like the whisper of a resentful spirit, or like the decree of a tyrant.
As the note fell, his back merged into the darkness again. Holding his black mist skeleton scepter, he walked forward alone.
[You launched an indiscriminate annihilation in the Talberg Province of the Honing Empire.]
[According to the information you have so far, there are still some residents in the north of the Horning Empire who have not been infected, but the south has already been completely sick.]
[Once the third ancestor, Duke Lachar, is sealed, all the Horning people starting from the central part will become demons without exception. ]
[Before the Horning people turned into demons, their fighting power was not that high. 】
[You have completely become the Black Sun Tyrant. ]
……
the other side.
Thousands of kilometers away, underground in Saint Trique, the capital of Horning.
The deep red blood moon hung high above the pitch-black dome, casting layers of hazy red gauze over this alien city built of dark stone.
On both sides of the empty streets, the heavy outlines of buildings outline and solidify the dust of eternal years. Occasionally, a breeze blows through the quiet streets.
Deep inside Blood Moon City, inside the Blood King’s Palace.
On the towering dome, the rose window inlaid with immortal crystals reflects colorful psychedelic halos, the black iron chandelier hangs under the cold iron chain and exudes luxurious colors, and the deep red carpet is like a winding river of blood, extending to the end of the sight——
In the center of the conference room, on both sides of the long table made of black fine iron, there are thirteen high-backed chairs like thrones.
At this moment, there were only four chairs where the ancestors were sitting.
They listened to the report of the Honning Empire's Minister of Defense, Delson Schwarzenburg.
Marshal Delson of Horning, who always walked with his head held high in the capital Saint Trik, was now staring at the ground, kneeling on the ground, not daring to look up at the four ancestors.
He had just finished describing the urgent disturbances coming from the north.
"Is Lanclos crazy?"
The third ancestor, Duke Lachar, was completely confused after hearing this.
This guy is even more brutal than them.
It directly started a war to annihilate the country.
"Hritiel, what is the status of his destiny?"
He couldn't help but turn his head and look at the seventh ancestor, Marquis Helitier, and asked.
It's already great that Lancros has been able to fight the mental damage he left behind for so many years.
Now Lanclos's illness has confirmed the omen they have been waiting for.
"It's just a few days. In about two days he will fall down to the ninth level."
The vampire female figure sitting on a high-back chair in the distance raised her head slightly, her eyes remained closed, and through the layers of domes, she could see the pattern woven by the dim stars in the night sky, and answered with certainty.
"Okay, that's great!"
The third ancestor, Lachar, leaned back in his high-backed chair, raised his head and laughed loudly, clapping his hands.
"Lancros, you deserve it!"
Just thinking about Lancros dying with his eyes open, Lachar laughed until he was out of breath.
He had never been so happy in all these years.
"Quick, hurry up and add fuel to the fire of Pope Saint Polante. Expose his acts of slaughtering civilians to the world, condemn his acts of destroying the nation to the international community, and then send more troops from the Horning Empire to the funeral, so that the world can see that Lanclos is a real devil and see through his cruelty and madness!"
Lachar wiped his tears with a gloating look and explained to the ninth ancestor, Marquis Bernhard.
Lancros is indeed his best toy.
It can completely ruin Lanclos's reputation.
He could also use the cheap lives of the Honing Empire to consume the little remaining strength of Lanclos and drain his lifespan.
Even if he could make it to Blood Moon City, it would be good if he could keep half of his life and maintain the seventh or eighth level.
……
Day two.
At the break of dawn.
On the Ilewen Plain in the south of the Khonin Empire, there lies an ancient city pass once known as "Ilewen Pass".
It is located in a narrow valley between two low hills and has a history of hundreds of years. Once upon a time, it was an important military pass leading to the north of the Horning Empire. However, with the expansion of the empire's territory, new transportation routes were opened up, and the once majestic pass gradually lost its former glory.
The blue-gray halo slanted down on the city wall, illuminating the moss and weeds. In the empty interior, there was only the whimpering sound of the wind.
Although the city gate has declined, it still stands there silently.
On the official road several miles away from Ilewen Pass, a mighty army of elite Horning was marching towards the north.
Thousands of troops raised up billowing dust, and their steel armor and weapons flashed cold light in the setting sun.
The iron blade is the proof of justice.
The moment you kill the enemy, you are one step closer to becoming a hero.
"We, the First Heavy Cavalry Regiment of Honing, must complete the Emperor's commission today and defeat the monsters that are wreaking havoc in Talberg Province!"
The leading imperial general rode his horse forward, fully confident about this expedition.
"I heard that the disaster in Talberg Province is not that simple. It is not just a local destruction caused by a high-level monster going out of control and going berserk."
The adjutant beside him spoke solemnly.
"It's nothing more than a few towns being destroyed. How bad can a monster go? Besides, the more horrific the disaster, the more merits and honors I will get."
The general even curled his lips. He hoped that the provincial government would add more fuel to the fire.
"How long will it take us to reach the province of Talberg?"
he asked his lieutenant.
"If we march at full speed, we can reach the border of Talberg Province in two days from Ilewen Pass. As for finding the source of the disaster in such a large province, it depends on the accuracy of the intelligence."
The adjutant unfolded the map of the empire and answered while watching.
"Haha, there's no need to rush."
The general of the 1st Heavy Cavalry Corps of Horning smiled calmly.
However, when the general's eyes accidentally swept across the Ilewen Pass in front of him, his eyes suddenly widened.
He only saw a figure in a white robe standing quietly in front of the ruined city gate.
The man was thin, his face covered with a silver-white mask in the style of the Holy Spirit Empire.
He did not cast any invisibility spells, but he perfectly concealed his presence in this dawn city.
I can't feel his breath at all!
If I hadn't seen him with my own eyes, I wouldn't even have noticed that there was a person under the city gate!
It was as if he had merged with the world and become an eternal being, and only he was left.
The pair of emerald green eyes under the silver mask have a strange magic that makes people sink into them involuntarily and unable to extricate themselves.
At the gate of Ilewen.
"Hehehe."
The white-robed pope looked at the mighty army of the Honing Empire coming to send him off, as if he understood the Honing Empire's response.
"Lachar, this time we are going both ways."
Chapter 793: Lanqi predicted the ancestor's prediction
The morning light was just breaking, the sky was turning pale, and the wilderness was shrouded in a thin layer of mist.