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Under the dilapidated thousand-meter-long city gate.
On the inside of his silver mask, the black centipede curse mark on his left cheek glowed faintly, just like the endless magic in his emerald green eyes.
He raised his hand, and the finger that was pointing at the Legion in the distance slowly moved to the right.
There was dead silence all around, with only the rustling of the wind through the weeds to be heard.
In an instant, the entire legion seemed to be cut in half by a ten-thousand-meter-high gale. No life remained wherever the sharp blade of the storm passed, or perhaps it was his decree that cut the scroll of heaven and earth in half!
Countless soldiers once fought bloody battles in front of the city gate, breaking through the gate and guarding the pass. Now, the ten thousand meters of land is once again dyed red with blood, and only the figure in white robe is left in front of the city gate, all alone.
The white-robed Pope withdrew his fingers and put them behind his back again.
To him, it was as if nothing had happened, as coldly as if those lives had already become dead.
"Level 9 is so fast at clearing the minion line."
Thalia commented.
If it were her, it would take some time to destroy a marching army.
If these legions were allowed to enter the city defense barrier, and there was no legion of her own to help withstand the suppression and firepower of the city defense, even she would not be able to clear the soldiers easily. If there were enemy eighth-level hero units in the city defense, she would easily be killed if she tried to attack in a one-on-one duel by bypassing the city defense.
But for the ninth-level Lanclos, he could overcome all of these and kill all of them with force.
Unless there are several top-level eighth-level warriors in the city defense, it is impossible to defeat him.
"It's a pity that I can't bring this account back to the real world to participate in the war in the southern continent. It's too abnormal. This Blood Moon World is the level 99 version, but the real world is the level 89 version. The dimensions are completely different."
Lanqi also felt that Lancros's level was a bit too much for the current version.
But let alone bringing Lanclos's account back to the real world, this account can't even open the illusion of the Mirror of Tiberius.
In the real world of immortality and eternal punishment, he is only a pitiful sixth level.
"It's more normal for you to be a functional shaman. There's always something strange about you playing a core mage."
Taliyah watched Ranci's spell selection all the way. He often prefers a style of play that has more deterrent effect and psychological tactical value, rather than the most optimized spell combination in terms of firepower.
"I hope you can draw one of Lanclos' spells when the Shadow World ends. It's a good deal no matter which one you draw."
She helped Lanqi make a wish.
No matter what, Lanqi is very suitable for Lancros's sealing technique.
Talia felt that apart from Lord Blasphemy, the ultimate powerful enemy who polluted the prize pool, the reward that Lanqi obtained in the Shadow World this time was most likely related to Lanclos.
"You might be able to draw a spell or trinket from Kaliela, too."
Lanqi blessed.
Since the beginning of Kosprekaliyah, Talia has gradually become more useful.
"Haha, you don't want me to dress up as Kaliela and teach you, huh, you're dreaming."
Talia said with feigned reluctance.
In fact, if she could really play the role of Kaliela, she would also like to try it.
This way she would always be recognized as a "good-looking, dignified, mature, and useful" great demon.
"No, no, no, I still have to use your classic skin to make cards. No one else can match your taste."
Lanci denied.
"you……"
Talia silently repeated the word "endurance" in her heart.
When they returned to the present world of the Kremer Empire, they would live under the same roof and she would have plenty of time to educate him.
The demonic words on the Mirror of Tiberius were still scrolling on the Ilevan Gate.
[You have completely annihilated the First Heavy Cavalry Corps of the Horning Empire, and there is no grass growing on the plains of Ilewen Pass behind you.]
[You have come all the way from the destruction of Talberg Province, and now you have arrived at the Lusitany Province south of Horning. Your brutal acts will shock the entire Seville continent, and even alarm the Land of Eternal Night and the Demon Realm, and will be engraved in the history books. ]
You will choose to go to:
A. Annihilation of the Province
[B. Heading straight south]
【C. Drive north】
[D. Personal intervention]
[Life remaining: 2 days, 14 hours, 52 minutes]
"Of course we can only go all the way south. Although Lanclos may miss Siglei in his heart, the battle in the throne room was the last time they met."
Lanqi looked back to the north and shook his head.
There are two options heading south.
Annihilating the Lusitanian province and heading straight for St. Terric can both be counted as heading south.
The Lusitanian province was about to be turned into a scorched earth.
He still has time.
Before heading to Saint Trik, the capital of Horning, we can still deal with a large number of Horning people who have not yet turned into demons.
If nothing unexpected happens, a large number of troops will be sent by Lachar to consume him, causing him to quickly fall from the ninth level.
"Lachar, wait for me, I'll be here for you soon."
Lanqi no longer looked to the north where the Holy Spirit Kingdom was located, and turned to the south.
The white robe gradually disappeared in the morning mist, leaving only a thin silhouette.
……
The northern part of the Holy Land.
The capital is Hersharem.
After experiencing a catastrophe, Hersharem finally settled down again.
As soon as the sun rose in this ancient city-state, a grand coronation ceremony was being prepared in full swing.
The Holy Roman Empire will usher in a new leader - a hero who will lead everyone to uncover the truth and stop the conspiracy of theocracy.
"Have you heard? The Horning Empire in the south seems to be in danger now."
"I just heard about it. Don't talk nonsense. The source of the troubles in the Horning Empire is our Pope..."
"What Pope! Our current Pope is Sigra Saint Anastasius!"
Upon hearing the horrific news coming from the south of the Seville continent, the residents could not help but feel fortunate that it was Her Majesty Sigra who defeated Lanclos.
Otherwise, it is very likely that the people of Hersarem would be slaughtered indiscriminately by the frenzied Lanclos.
Flowers, ribbons and balloons decorate the streets and alleys of the central city of Hersharem and even the windowsills of every house.
Whether at home or on the streets, people were talking in groups of two or three about the upcoming event.
The coronation ceremony will be held in the Hershalom Sala, the most magnificent and top building in Saint Paul.
After days of cleaning and repair, the scars of the battle were smoothed out and the Papal Hall returned to its former glory.
Outside the hall, priests lined up in neat rows. Today they wore white cloaks with blue edges. The leading paladin held high the flag of Saint Polante embroidered with a unicorn emblem.
Before the coronation ceremony officially began, the entire square in front of the Pope's Hall and even the streets several kilometers away were packed with people, with no end in sight.
Thousands of citizens came from all directions, filling the square to the brim, just to witness this historic moment with their own eyes.
In the center of the square there is a circular stage covered with a red carpet, surrounded by three rows of white marble columns and wrapped with blue and white ribbons. In the middle of the stage stands a statue of the moon goddess holding a wooden staff and wearing silver gauze.
On the front steps, tall knights lined up on both sides. They were wearing silver-white armor, with blue feathers flying on the top of their helmets and holding spears, like a steel wall. The blue and white flags with unicorn emblems fluttered in the wind. The church's musicians were in place at the bottom of the steps, ready to play the celebration music at any time.
Clang, Clang!
Like ripples cast in the pure white sky, the sound of bells rang out along with ritual music.
As the time came, the guard of honor came out of the Pope's Hall in a mighty procession, escorting Sigler, who was dressed in a formal dress, as she slowly walked towards the podium.
At this moment, Siglei was surrounded by a soft and holy light. She was wearing a pure white long dress with gold edges. She walked with a dignified step and a slight smile. Her beautiful and noble face was filled with her unique affinity.
The double doors of the Papal Chamber behind her were open, and the central aisle covered with red carpet stretched to the end, like a holy road leading to heaven.
The bells rang, cheers were heard, and the beautiful Pope Siegfried smiled and waved to the crowd, accepting the people's heartfelt welcome.
"Glory - praise -"
The Knights Templar quickly formed a human wall around the platform in the square, ready to ensure that the inauguration ceremony of the new Pope went smoothly.
Following closely behind was a group of white-robed bishops, who saluted respectfully to Siegler and then lined up on the right side of the square, announcing that the Church of St. Paul would fully assist the new Pope.
Everything was ready. Siegler walked slowly onto the stage, accompanied by melodious sacred music and the calls of the Polant people in the square.
Just like a rising red sun, casting thousands of golden rays of light, Siglei's figure seemed extremely dazzling at this moment.
She stood on the high platform, looking at the audience with compassion and gentleness, and gently raised her right hand, signaling the people to be quiet.
In an instant, the square fell silent.
Everyone is looking forward to the new Pope's coronation speech.
Siglei cleared her throat and spoke slowly, her voice powerful and every word ringing.
“Dear people of Saint Polante, today, in the name of the goddess of fate and the people of Saint Polante, I swear that I will lead Saint Polante to a better tomorrow with a sincere heart and passionate blood. After going through hardships, we finally ushered in the dawn of rebirth, but this test may have just begun... Let us work together to implement the original intention of the previous pope!”
As soon as he finished speaking, the audience burst into prolonged applause and cheers.
"Long live Sigra!"
"Long live Saint Polante!"
The shouts that came one after another merged into a torrent that was unstoppable.
Countless petals and ribbons fluttered in the wind, like butterflies flying in the sky, making the entire square look extraordinarily dreamy.
The exciting moment has finally arrived.
Queen Keshia walked slowly forward holding a velvet tray, on which lay quietly the dazzling triple crown that symbolized supreme power.
With bated breath, Queen Keshia carefully raised the crown above her head, waiting for everyone present to witness it.