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The third ancestor, Duke Lachar, was also the first to react and dodge.
The eighth ancestor, the Marquis of Somerset, who was the farthest away, was cut in half, and the blood kept flowing from half of his body.
"Lan, Lancross..."
The head of the ninth ancestor Bernhard shook slightly when it fell to the ground, and he didn't even seem to react to what had happened.
Before his body could recondense, chains of rock suddenly appeared and firmly imprisoned the fragments, sealing them into a mosaic stone pillar.
The ninth ancestor fell early.
Talia guessed that this ancestor who talked the most would be the first to be sealed.
Although Lanclos does not know [friendly communication] and [basic etiquette].
But in Ranchi's hands, all spells can be transformed into [friendly communication] and [basic etiquette].
That's why Talia felt that Lanqi's use of Lanclos's spell was strange!
"You know I am His Majesty, so why don't you bow?"
Lanqi asked as he looked at the three kneeling ancestors on the side of the Blood King's Palace.
"..."
The remaining three ancestors all showed undisguised shock in their eyes.
According to the intelligence from the Honing Empire and the results of divination by Marquis Helitier, the current Pope should be so weak that he can be slaughtered at their will.
But at this moment, the strength displayed by Ranchi only made them feel fear.
He is even more powerful than four years ago when he sealed the injured Second Ancestor Prince Salvatore and the Fifth Ancestor Duke Mordecai!
For a mere eighth-rank old pope to come to Blood Moon City alone is undoubtedly tantamount to seeking death.
Lanclos should have fought with their ancestors in despair, and then been tortured and humiliated, seeing that the sacrifices of his insect companions were all meaningless, and ended his incompetent life in despair.
The faces of the three ancestors were completely frozen, as if they were frozen.
"why is that……"
The seventh ancestor, Helitiel, had a rapid heartbeat and her chest was heaving.
The entire star map she was looking at was drained of color.
In other words, Lancros's condition made her begin to lose trust in the stars she saw.
"Helitiel, why can't you see that the moment I stepped into Blood Moon City, smoke started coming out of your Blood King's Palace?"
Lanqi stood in front of them with a compassionate smile, but it was like a sharp blade that pierced into the heart of Marquis Helitier.
Behind him was the dark palace. The chalk floor of the square was covered with the blood of the Ninth Ancestor, and the ninth towering stone pillar was flickering with a dying light.
This is completely different from the future that Marquis Helitier saw!
"But don't worry, I have no interest in torturing the weak."
Lanqi's voice was relaxed and casual, as if he was reminiscing with an old friend.
"you……"
Talia listened to Lanqi's words and was about to refute, but she found that he was right. He only tortured the strong.
"Well, Lao Sang really doesn't have any objections."
Talia couldn't even imagine how cruel Lanqi was to Asksan.
"Your Holiness, I think there might be some misunderstanding between us?"
The third ancestor, Duke Lachar, turned his gaze to the Pope in the distance, and the boy's voice became much more solemn as he asked him.
He knew very well that the Pope's attitude of a strong man showing sympathy to the weak was a shame for them.
But at this time he was also very clear-headed and there was no need to confront such a desperate criminal head-on.
"real or fake?"
The White Robe Pope asked the third ancestor, Duke Lachar.
"real."
Rachel confirmed sincerely.
The Pope's teasing tone made Lacharr's blood pressure spike, but at this moment Lacharr could only be patient, maintain his acting skills, and communicate with the Pope.
“Will You Repent?”
Lan Qi asked again.
"Of course, if there are any mistakes, I will reflect on them."
Rachel suspected there was a play.
"Then why did you repeat the same mistake in the Kreihe Empire tens of thousands of years later?"
Lanqi asked as a matter of course.
"Tens of thousands of years later... the Kreihe Empire?"
A trace of confusion flashed across the eyes of the seventh ancestor, Marquis Helitier.
This was not an unintentional remark that sounded like a joke, and the name of the country she had never heard of, it was as if the Pope was a traveler from another time and space, who had already seen a future that was more distant than theirs.
"What on earth did you see, Lanclos?"
Heritel discovered the extremely horrifying truth and questioned the Pope.
"Is this the reality... or the future I observed... But if I came from the past, how could I know the future tens of thousands of years later..."
Lanqi began to recite words silently.
At first, Lachal didn't understand what the Pope meant.
Until he found out.
What the Pope said was completely synchronized with the words whispered by the seventh ancestor Helitiel, causing Helitiel to tremble all over in a daze.
This is clearly not mind reading.
Because Lancros' words were slightly earlier than Helitir's!
"Pope, you used eternal punishment on yourself?"
The third ancestor, Lachar, finally understood this worst answer, and his blood-red pupils were filled with anger.
Demons.
It’s the demons again!
It turned out that the unknown demon treasure left by that bastard Kaliela allowed Lanclos to predict the future!
"Don't worry, it will be time to use it on you soon."
Lanci was sure.
"Lancros... this isn't fair, this isn't fair!!"
The Third Ancestor finally stopped hiding the ferocity in his eyes, and his voice was sharp and distorted, echoing in the empty square of the Blood King's Palace.
Although I still have a sense of luck in my heart and am unwilling to admit that I might fail.
But he knew that he would have to fight a life-and-death battle with Pope Saint Polante today, and the blood-red magic power kept rising.
"Lancros, you despicable villain!"
The eighth ancestor, the Marquis of Somerset, barely put his upper and lower body together. He clenched his fists, his knuckles turned white, and his body trembled slightly, with both anger and fear.
"I guess you're trying to sneak attack me again."
Circles of lightning spread outward from under Lanqi's feet, creating ripples on the stone slabs until Yongyao illuminated the entire Blood Moon City.
His eyes stared at his opponent through the sharpness of lightning.
The thunder of the sky waterfall was like a caterpillar devouring a whale, and the all-encompassing incandescent storm covered the entire Blood Moon City.
Before the Eighth Ancestor Somerset could launch a surprise attack on the Pope, he became unable to move.
"Use the thunder magic you are not good at. Don't look down on us!"
Among the three ancestors, only Lachar could barely move in this full-range composite spell of light and lightning, resisting the electric shock and paralysis.
Blood-red magic surged around him, and his eyes became extremely dark, almost like two bottomless black holes.
Countless dark red mental tentacles rapidly extended from Lachar's body, covering the entire battlefield like a dense forest of thorns.
"Lancros, as long as you are still that Lancros, you will not be able to ignore the mental scars I left behind!"
Lachar sneered and controlled the tentacles to attack Lanqi directly.
"You know, the power of your spell attack is so strong that I'm too lazy to waste my magic power to block it."
The moment the tentacles touched Lanci, it was like hitting an invisible wall. It instantly broke into pieces and turned into blood-red afterglow that dissipated into the air.
According to Talia and his previous review, this magic does not cause any substantial damage and mainly inflicts negative status.
With Lanclos's spell resistance, he can easily take it head-on.
This time I picked up the call, and really, I didn't feel anything.
As expected, they both like reviewing, which is a good habit. Since they started working together on card making, they have never stopped talking about reviewing.
"...?"
Lachar couldn't believe that the mental magic he was so proud of had no effect.
He was 100% sure that this guy was Lanclos. His body still had the mental scars he had given him. Once detonated, he would be in unbearable pain.
Why can it be ignored?
Is there no scar at all in his heart?
"Are you really Lancros?!"
Lachar finally came to a terrible conclusion that overturned all his previous inferences.
"Rashaar, you're easier to beat than Talia."
Lanqi looked calm, as if nothing had happened.