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Except for the first time, I really couldn't win.
Later it was Lanqi who started to enjoy himself.
"Even though I personally intervened, I still can't skip this part."
Lanqi responded with reason and logic.
"Too……"
Talia was powerless to refute.
Lord Tiberius is at least a qualified designer in this respect, giving the Mirror of Tiberius a function similar to skipping.
But only in situations where there is no personal intervention.
I heard from Lanqi before that the planner in their company just didn't want to implement the function of skipping the plot, and then the planner's mother died soon after, so Lanqi organized his colleagues to pray for the planner's mother.
A raging flame suddenly erupted from the ground, and the Blood King's divine fire, as hot as magma, instantly engulfed the entire square, dyeing the dark space into a crimson abyss.
The scorching heat began to burn the Pope's body.
This time, the sea of purgatory fire released by the Pope in advance also spread on the ground, and it was impossible to tell whose fire it was.
"Don't just stand there and watch, come and entertain our distinguished guests."
Duke Lachar turned his head and looked toward the sky meaningfully, with a smile on his lips, and shouted to the figures in the blood mist at the edge of the Blood King Palace Square.
"Half a second, I guess."
Before Lanqi could finish his muttering, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.
A burly man emerged from the fog, the golden tassels on his military uniform fluttering in the wind. A provocative smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and a surge of power surged around his body, torn his uniform.
He suddenly stretched out his right fist and attacked the Pope in the face with lightning speed.
When the explosion sounded throughout the Blood King's Palace, Lanqi's figure barely avoided the heavy punch.
The Pope's movements seemed awkward, and he looked flustered when he landed on one foot, but the corners of his clothes were still not stained with dust.
"Haha, Pope, are you performing acrobatics?"
The eighth ancestor Somerset asked, looking at the Pope's funny and exaggerated appearance.
Soon the Pope will learn that the peace of this era is an illusion.
The deaths of his fellow worms were doomed to be meaningless.
He would also be furious because he was old and had already lost the power to fight against the vampires.
He didn't even know that even if he still maintained the ninth-level strength, it would be of no avail, because their blood race had already planted poison seeds all over the world.
"Somerset, even though he has fallen from his peak, is naturally restrained towards us."
A cold female voice came from the blood mist, with a hint of warning in her tone.
A beautiful female vampire in a dark purple tulle dress walked out slowly. The moment she appeared and joined the battle, the magical aura of Duke Lachar and Marquis Somerset suddenly rose to a whole new height.
"Your Holiness, haven't you killed enough along the way? We vampires may not have killed as many people as you."
Another voice sounded leisurely.
The blood mist condensed into shape, and an extraordinarily handsome blond man slowly walked out. He was wearing an off-white silk shirt with a velvet vest over it and an emerald green bow tie at his collar. His golden brown curly hair hung casually on his forehead, slightly covering his ruby eyes.
"You wasted the food we raised with so much effort. Shouldn't you give us some compensation? For example, give us a little happiness?"
The ninth ancestor, Marquis Bernhard, asked the Pope in a tone as friendly as that of a hospitable gentleman.
Her prophecies never failed.
The aging Pope Saint Polante now only has one or two days left to live.
"Why is His Holiness so silent? Could it be that he has foreseen his own end and is in despair?"
Duke Lachar asked, his tone full of contempt as if he was playing with his prey.
He looked forward to seeing the gradual collapse of the Pope.
"Not."
The white-robed Pope raised his index finger and shook it.
"……Um?"
Rachel narrowed his eyes.
"Then what do you mean."
To be honest, Lancroix's reaction was beyond his expectations.
The masked figure in white robe was so silent and indifferent that it was a bit too much.
It's like a different person.
Not only could one not sense a trace of surprise from Lanclos, he didn't even feel the difference in combat power between the two sides, as if everything was just natural. There was no trace of madness or anger, and what was left was just the calmness of enjoying afternoon tea.
But he always kept his index finger raised and did not put it down.
Lachal couldn't understand what he meant.
The white-robed Pope slowly raised his hand and took off his mask for the first time. His relaxed smile seemed to have never changed.
"I can fight you with just one index finger."
He looked through his slender fingers and spoke to the four ancestors opposite him in a natural tone.
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Please give me the monthly ticket at the beginning of the month!
Chapter 794: Lancros's Final End
"Lancros, are you crazy?"
Lachar learned two days ago about Lanclos's fate of being stabbed in the back by his own people and his crazy behavior of breaking into the Horning Empire. He felt that Lanclos's mind had been almost corroded by the "Mind Rift".
But no matter how he looked at it at this moment, Lachard felt that his eyes were always clear, so clear that it made Lachard uneasy.
The black centipede mark on Lancros' left cheek, which he had never seen before, was so evil that Lachar was unable to analyze its principle.
"it's not true."
Lanqi casually hung the silver mask around his waist, his expression calm.
"I'm just stating the facts."
He raised his head slightly and looked towards the four ancestors, with no intention of treating them as opponents at all.
"To be honest, I don't quite understand why you took the risk and broke into Saint Trik City alone. I also don't understand where your confidence comes from. I can clearly feel that the strength of your magic power has fallen below mine."
The ninth ancestor, Marquis Bernhard, paced back and forth, analyzing earnestly,
"So you think bluffing is still useful now, Lanclos?"
As a vampire scholar, he seemed most interested in having a long conversation with the Pope.
"You are always the most enthusiastic towards me."
Lanqi didn't mind listening to the words of the ninth ancestor, Marquis Bernhard.
Because he still hasn't figured out what Marquis Bernhard's suggestion is.
"In my opinion, you can either launch a war outright and plunge the people of the Horning Empire into the dire straits of war again; or continue to act cautiously and end the war in peace. Both paths have their pros and cons, but they are better than what you are doing now..."
He spoke eloquently, like a witty military strategist, describing Lanqi's predicament.
"So, what exactly is your suggestion?"
Lanqi asked back with interest.
"Hum hum."
The ninth ancestor, Marquis Bernhard, shook his head and chuckled, with a hint of amusement in his eyes.
"As for my advice, you should just stay here! Your Holiness!"
Before he finished speaking, a strange red light lit up around Marquis Bernhard, and magic power boiled and surged in his body, becoming out of control in the blink of an eye.
Countless scarlet eyeballs emerged from beneath his skin, covering his entire body, staring at the Pope in front of him ferociously and greedily.
The unique abilities of those extremely talented poor souls were taken away by the ninth ancestor, Marquis Bernhard, and turned into terrifying weapons, which made Bernhard even more powerful.
The originally handsome face of Marquis Bernhard gradually became distorted, and all his facial features were covered by those densely packed eyeballs. He bared his teeth and ran towards the Pope.
Those eyeballs glowed with a hungry red light, as if to devour everything in front of them.
The other ancestors were well aware that the ninth ancestor, Marquis Bernhard, had long coveted the Pope.
It's a good opportunity to see how weak the current Pope is now.
however.
To the surprise of all the ancestors, the white-robed pope just stood there indifferently.
The Pope looked a little disappointed, as if Marquis Bernhard's suggestion did not satisfy him.
Marquis Bernhard's tall stature made it difficult for the Pope to see Bernhard's face unless he looked up.
But he wouldn't look up.
"Head held too high."
The Pope's finger, which was pointing at the ancestors, moved slightly to the right.
There was dead silence all around, with only the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the Blood King's Palace Square.
In an instant, the dust in the entire square seemed to be divided into pieces, and a sense of disparity appeared!
In front of the Blood King's Palace, the ground was stained red by a clear line of blood.
The pupils of the three ancestors in the distance suddenly shrank, and a look of disbelief flashed in their eyes.
They witnessed with their own eyes Marquis Bernhard's body being torn into pieces in mid-air.
The seventh ancestor, Marquis Helitier, subconsciously sensed the crisis and squatted down, with only his hair cut off.