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The doomsday turmoil left by the vampires arrived as expected.
Lanqi looked up and his sight penetrated far away. He saw that the sky was shrouded in gray, black and blood red. A dead gray sun hung weakly in the sky, no longer having any warmth or light.
"Lanqi, let's go."
Talia said in his heart,
"The wait may be long, but I'll be with you."
She knew it would still be a tough battle.
But since Lanqi chose to experience it personally, this is his training and trial.
As Lanqi's always serious and responsible teacher, she will supervise the battle to the end.
"The final journey north begins."
The figure of the white-robed Pope disappeared in the Blood King's Palace.
When he reappeared, he had arrived at the ruined capital of the Horning Empire, Saint Trik.
Lanqi flew away.
He had cleared the south as far as he could.
But starting from the central part of the Honing Empire to the north, it has now turned into a purgatory on earth. The Saint Polant Empire further north is the last pure land that has not yet fallen into the abyss of demonization.
The demon army is rushing there, their numbers are so large that they are unstoppable.
He wants to complete Lanclos's final battle.
……
a few days later.
The northern border of Horning, the Rhine Province of Hels.
The blood dyed the Oberon Canal red.
Thousands of lives perished under the ravages of the demons.
The hellish battle line is beyond.
A lonely figure is still bathing in the blood of countless demons in the depths of the Honing Empire, blocking most of the demon attacks for the Saint Polant Empire.
At this moment, he has lost his former charm.
The once holy white robe was stained black and red by blood and mud, the arms holding the scepter were covered with scars, and the silver mask had completely shattered, revealing a face that could no longer maintain its disguise.
Blood continued to seep from the corners of his mouth, dripping down his chin and blending with the stains on his body.
The sky above was still gray and dead, and the land was devastated.
Thus the pope resolutely stood at the mouth of the abyss.
No one knows how long he struggled in this hell and how many demons he killed.
His fate had already passed the end and he had become an undead.
The rules of the undead side were eroding his will bit by bit, but his remaining rationality told him that he had to continue to block the demon army.
The body of the living dead is collapsing and rotting bit by bit, the flesh and blood are blurred under the shattered skin, and almost all of its internal organs are broken. Every breath is accompanied by heart-wrenching pain, and even more terrifying is the curse that devours the soul.
But every extra spell cast can save thousands of innocent lives.
"We have spotted an oversized demon! The rear troops should stop!"
The entire army lined up and shouted, breaking the dead silence of the air.
Following the sound, Lanqi saw a group of figures riding on silver-armored horses.
Silvery armor, gleaming spears, and fluttering flags.
They were the Knights of the Temple of Saint Polante that had come from the north. They were the elite who had sworn to follow Pope Saint Polante in the conquest until death.
The leader of the legion——
She held the hilt of the sword, her purple eyes showing hesitation, and her long light hair fluttering in the wind like a dazzling flag.
Seeing this figure, Lanqi felt a sense of relief in his heart.
With Siglee here, it won't be a problem to block the next few waves of demon attacks.
But the next second, when the temple knights saw the figure of the demon clearly, they also understood who this super-sized demon was.
"All troops in formation!!"
"Why did Pope Lanclos also become a demon?"
The faces of the Knights Templar were filled with disbelief and horror.
They gasped as the blood-filled air stabbed into them.
From the accessories on the demon, it is clear that he is Pope Saint Polante.
Those eyes that were once as gentle as jade now glowed with a creepy green light, and the deep eye sockets were like two dark abysses that seemed to suck the human soul in.
How could this be the Pope they once respected? He was clearly the most terrifying monster!
Even though they understood that the Pope's fall was a tragedy, they still felt a heart-wrenching pain when they saw him become like this.
“Quickly…quickly step back…!”
The Knights' general shouted tremblingly, his voice almost breaking.
The silver-armored knights retreated in an orderly manner, with their silver spears and lances all pointing at the white-robed Pope.
A berserk demon will make his original strength skyrocket. If the Pope is demonized, he will be invincible!
Now it depends on whether Her Majesty Sigra can defeat him again.
"Sigre..."
Looking at all this, the Pope's eyes were filled with a smile of relief, and the last bit of strength in his body collapsed and dissipated.
He spoke her name in the dim light.
The field of vision was shaking as it opened and closed.
"..."
He saw Sigra crying and shouting his name heartbreakingly, running towards him.
But I didn't have the chance to touch him.
The Pope's body died after a long battle.
At the moment when the skin cracked and fell off, the flesh became bloody and rotted, and the internal organs were all shattered, even the noble head turned into a ball of black mist under the erosion of the curse.
Siglei's efforts were in vain, leaving only the ornaments scattered on the ground.
“No, no…!”
She knelt on the ground with a blank mind, tears rolling down her cheeks like pearls from a broken string. No matter how she tried to gather the Pope's body parts with her helpless hands, they all slipped away from her hands like quicksand.
Sigley seemed to be confessing and begging, and kept saying something.
But Lanqi could no longer hear.
Lanqi watched his body disintegrate bit by bit and turn into dust.
He could only watch as his vision was slowly shrouded by the black fog, and Sieglie disappeared from his sight.
The curse of eternal punishment made his soul completely immortal and also took away his five senses...
……
When his consciousness was refocused, Lanqi came to that strange space.
To be precise, this can no longer be called "space".
There was no light, no sound, no trace of any physical presence.
He still remains in this world, but cannot touch or see any real objects, and cannot exchange senses with any entity.
He will wander forever in a realm that even death cannot touch.
Looking around, there is only endless darkness, which seems to devour the human soul.
Lanqi stood in the black fog, without any movement this time, but seemed to be still thinking about something.
Talia knew what Lanci was thinking.
"This ending is too cruel for Sigley."
Talia could not forget Sigra's final appearance for a long time, and felt a dull pain in her heart.
She believed Lanqi felt the same way.
Although this is relatively the best outcome that can be achieved in the Blood Moon Era.
But from now on, Sieglie will begin to endure the pain that Lancros suffered throughout his life.
“Sometimes, living may be a punishment, and death is a relief.”
Lan Qi shook his head.
He actually wanted to hear what Sieglie's final conversation with Lancros was.
But the Mirror of Tiberius had run out of uses, and he had no chance to hear what Sieglie said.
Unless after this shadow world, I can get a treasure like the Kaliela Shadow Weaving Record.
"Well, this is history that was determined ten thousand years ago. Even if Lancros feels guilty towards Sigler, you can't help him pay it back, right?"
Talia counseled Lanci and talked to him.
The difference between Lanklos' situation and Lanklos' is that Lanklos still has her in the dark space.
Even at this moment, she can share her perception with Lanqi and help Lanqi relieve his loneliness.
"That's true."
Lanci agreed.
"But when I think about it carefully, Lanclos met two destined ladies in succession during his lifetime, but they both failed to have a happy ending. It has become an eternal regret."
Talia also began to feel sad and emotional.