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He raised his right hand, and a bolt of lightning as bright as daylight burst out from his palm, carrying the force of thunder and striking towards Lachar.
Lachar quickly summoned a blood-colored magic barrier, trying to block the fatal blow, but the barrier shattered like paper wherever the lightning passed. The lightning hit Lachar's chest hard, blowing his slender figure away and creating a huge hole in the wall of the Blood King's Palace.
"Talia...who is it!!!"
Lachar struggled to get up from the ruins, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.
He never expected that not only was Pope Saint Polante so powerful, but his state of mind was also like a completely different person.
The Pope's inexplicable words were almost equivalent to implicitly admitting the fact that he was not Lanclos!
What was even more unacceptable to Lachar was that the girl named "Talia" seemed very weak according to the Pope's tone, and the Pope actually said that he was not even as good as Talia!
"The only living being that can affect me with mental magic."
The White Pope replied.
Only then did Talia, who had been stirring in his heart, calm down.
"I don't agree! I don't agree! You are not allowed to humiliate me in this way!"
Lachar roared and summoned out a sky full of blood-red tentacles again. They swarmed over like the arms of a devil. They twisted and coiled, trying to entangle Lanqi's limbs. At the same time, countless dark red mental attacks followed.
But Lanqi didn't hide.
Walked straight towards Lachar.
Once this step is taken, it will be unstoppable.
The moment the tentacles touched the white-robed Pope, they hissed as if they had encountered a raging fire and exploded.
"Don't come over here again!"
Lachar's eyes were red, and he couldn't believe that his magic was completely ineffective.
The White-robed Pope approached Lachar, and every step he took gave him the illusion that his brain was trembling.
Lachar's magic was as fragile as a paper castle in front of him and collapsed in the blink of an eye.
Until the man in white robe stretched out his hand and pressed his fingertips on Lachar's forehead.
A blazing white light surged in the palm of his hand, like the scorching sun.
“Ahh…!!”
Lachar let out shrill screams and felt as if his brain was pierced by countless needles and his soul was burning.
The eighth ancestor Somerset took advantage of this gap and rushed up with his broken body.
His muscles bulged and became as hard as cast steel.
Now he is the only one in the Blood King's Palace who could possibly harm the Pope!
"You are not even one ten-thousandth as good as Talia."
Lanqi raised his hand and pointed, and sharp air blades appeared out of thin air, whistling towards all directions of the square.
Wherever it passed, the ground shattered and criss-crossing cracks spread out like a spider web.
Even though Duke Lachar helped Marquis Somerset to condense thousands of barriers, the sharpness of those air blades was too terrifying. They cut off Marquis Somerset's body again. Just by passing by Duke Lachar's side at the back, they cut the sleeve of his dress, causing blood to flow.
The frightened Marquis Heritier knew that he could not let Marquis Somerset fall, and tried his best to help Marquis Somerset reconstruct his body, as if he wanted to turn back time and restore it.
The next moment, invisible magic power suddenly solidified the space.
"!"
She realized she had made a bad move.
Heritear suddenly felt as if she had fallen into an icy cave, and every limb of her body was filled with unprecedented fear.
The Marquis of Somerset had lost his mind like an undead puppet.
He had quietly appeared behind her and Lachard at some point, and his hands were firmly clamped around her and Lachard's slender necks.
The Marquis of Somerset held the Marquis of Herittier and the Duke of Lachar as if they were holding two little chickens.
"Pope...you evil man..."
Heriter struggled to squeeze out a few words from between her teeth, and scratched Somerset's wrist in vain with her hands, but she couldn't move it at all.
This time, the Pope predicted that she would concentrate on treating the weak Marquis Somerset. Not only did he not stop her, but he took advantage of this opportunity to control the Marquis Somerset.
The Pope always reacts one step ahead, clearly guessing at what point Helitea will use spells, and using spells beyond Helitea's predictions.
This suffocating feeling of oppression made her frantically burn her magic power to search for the key point on the timeline that could reverse the situation, but every line led to the same ending - the end.
She fell to her knees in despair, the starlight shattered before her eyes, no longer able to point the way forward.
"I'm fighting an old woman who reads my mind 24 hours a day. It's strange that your divination skills can work on me."
Lanqi took advantage of the victory and pursued, gathering dazzling white light in his palm and swiping it towards the direction where the ancestors were.
"Fuck you, you have to repeat this sentence too?"
Talia finally couldn't bear it anymore and cursed.
"Why, so strong..."
Hritiel murmured tremblingly.
This is no longer a level that can be described by the ninth level limit.
Be sure to express her feelings.
That was when she met "God".
Omniscient and omnipotent—God.
"This is the evil ghost you created with your own hands in this era of bloody moon."
Lanqi stretched out his hand, and dark, clear rock pillars rose from the ground, forming three indestructible tombs.
"Of course, this may not be his own strength. He just managed to survive to the end every time by luck... and inherited everything left by his companions..."
The three ancestors struggled to escape, but their bodies were firmly restrained by an invisible force and they could not move.
The rock pillars slowly sank into the ground, carrying the seventh ancestor, Marquis Helitier, and the eighth ancestor, Marquis Somerset, into the endless abyss.
Only the strongest third ancestor, Duke Lachar, is still resisting.
"Lancros, do you really think you won?! Do you think we are not prepared for anything?!"
Lachar roared, his voice sounded like he was coughing up blood,
"You think everything will be over if you seal us?!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he burst into a creepy laugh.
The laughter echoed over the ruins of the Blood King's Palace, as if it was going to tear apart the space of Blood Moon City.
"..."
The White-robed Pope remained silent.
"The Horning Empire..."
"The Horning Empire is doomed. All citizens in the south have been infected by the blood poison of the Second Ancestor. It is you who are suppressing their demonization. Once you are sealed, all the people of Horning will become demons, and the Saint Polante Pope's territory in the north will also suffer!"
Lanqi answered quickly.
He helped Rachel to articulate the answer.
"..."
Lachal's laughter stopped abruptly, ignoring the blood he was coughing up.
The shrill laughter stopped at the Blood King's Palace Square.
"No...impossible..."
Many images and scenes kept flashing through Lachar's trembling pupils.
"You are the prey and I am the hunter. It's impossible. It can't be the other way around..."
Lachal seemed to understand, slowly and completely.
Why Lanclos caused such a commotion in the Holy Land.
Why was it the Saint Sigra, who was second only to him, who backstabbed him?
Why did he act as crazy and stupid as possible and indiscriminately slaughter the provinces of the Horning Empire before coming here?
There is only one answer to everything: He Lachar was played around by Lancroix.
"Right Rachel."
Lanqi seemed to have thought of something, looked at the third ancestor and spoke.
"Why doesn't your true king want you anymore?"
Lanqi asked with concern as he looked at the third ancestor Lachar who was about to be covered by the rock pillar.
He heard Lachar say at the end of the last time that if the First Ancestral Blood Clan True King had not abandoned them, they would not have been defeated.
"..."
Lachar's red eyes gradually became empty, and then he went completely crazy.
“No!!! Lancross, I’m going to kill you!!!”
Rachel shouted at the top of his lungs.
Duke Lachar was dragged into the interlaced stone pillars. He became increasingly angry and struggled with all his might. His eyes were bloodshot, veins bulged, and blood foam oozed from the corners of his mouth.
"No, I just care about you. Why are you so anxious?"
Lanqi put his hands on his hips and sighed in confusion.
The interlocking stone pillars made dull sounds like prison doors under the push of Lanqi's magic. As the gaps slowly closed, the figures of each other reflected in the emerald green and scarlet eyes were gradually covered by darkness.
Rachel's voice also gradually faded away.
At the same time, Blood Moon City shook violently, forcing Lanqi to steady himself and look up into the sky.
Above the Blood Moon City, in the territory of the Horning Empire that had not yet been destroyed, foul air filled the air and demons danced wildly.
It was a bright sunset just before, but now the miasma that blocked out the sun enveloped the entire Horning Empire.