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"...?"
Only after hearing what Lanqi said, Melogas felt something was wrong.
She observed Lanqi, her scorpion-like eyes seemed to be able to penetrate his heart, and the misty purple lipstick looked particularly charming in the darkness. She licked her lips gently, and her every move was charming, but it was difficult to hide the cruelty in her bones.
What Melogas didn't expect was that the Pope didn't think this was deducting merit, but adding merit?
Sure enough, this madman was very special. In front of the Pope, Melogas felt like a normal devil.
"Hello, Pope."
She touched the Pope with her scorpion tail like a light whip.
"Melogas, what's wrong?"
Lanci looked back at her.
"I say, after we finish killing people in the capital of Horning, you can't go back to the Holy Spirit Kingdom anyway, so why not consider coming to Naika..."
At this moment, a sudden red light enveloped them, and the dazzling red illuminated the face of every figure in the darkness.
Before Merogas could finish his words, the space gravity of the barrier on the ground appeared out of nowhere, bursting out with dazzling flames and deafening roars, engulfing them.
Before Lanqi and the big demons could react, they felt a force of gravity coming and then fell suddenly!
The space twisted and deformed, sometimes extending, sometimes compressing, and the sound of wind whistling in my ears was as if tens of millions of evil spirits were roaring and screaming.
The surrounding scene fell upward rapidly, and countless colorful colors suddenly appeared in the originally dark void, rotating and changing like a kaleidoscope.
The buildings were like a Rubik's Cube embedded in the darkness, constantly passing by, some upside down, some crooked, completely ignoring the laws of gravity.
Gorgeous wooden buildings and castle-like stone walls are intertwined, flashing bright and scarlet light, forming a twisted and strange world.
"pope!"
Melogas' voice was particularly sharp and piercing in the wind, and he stretched out his hand to the Pope, trying to reach him.
She was the great demon closest to the Pope when he was trapped in the barrier. The other great demons had disappeared without a trace at this moment.
"Melogas, don't worry."
Ranch shouted in response.
There is no absolutely strong barrier separating Blood Moon City. It is only dispersed when passing through different space barriers while falling. If there are no other vampires to block the Great Demon Clan, they will be able to reunite in no time.
Due to the large number of intruders this time, Blood Moon City has turned into a siege mode instead of the siege mode as last time.
The vampire ancestors can fully utilize the Blood Moon City's home defense advantage by dispersing the enemies, sending the enemies to a more suitable opponent's home ground and defeating them one by one.
Unless there is only one enemy that breaks in rashly, they will gather all together to surround and kill the enemy.
The planner must be the seventh ancestor, Helithiel.
As a vampire astrologer, she will match the great demons who fall into Blood Moon City to different branch halls, and the vampire marquis will fight in them.
The entrance to Blood Moon City is on the west side. The center is the Blood King's Palace, and the other directions of the east, south and north are all branch palaces ruled by the blood clan marquis.
The weak Pope Saint Polante will be sent to the most dangerous Blood King's Palace to fight one-on-one with the third ancestor Lachar.
"You must win! Only I can take your head!"
Merogas shouted, giving Ranch a lame victory blessing.
Her scorpion tail instinctively wanted to hook onto the corner of Lanqi's clothes, but the gravity in the barrier was chaotic, and the space that could distort everything separated the two of them in an instant, like two fallen leaves blown away by a strong wind.
They disappeared from each other's sight.
"Thank you, Merogas."
Lanci continued to fall alone.
The buildings around him were becoming more and more dense, and one inverted city after another was pressing towards him.
"Your Holiness, why are you here?"
The teasing voice echoed around like a declaration from God.
This voice was too familiar to Lanci. He had heard it too many times in the Mirror of Tiberius and even missed it a little.
"Why, you don't welcome me?"
The black-robed Pope hung upside down with the silver-white mask pressed against his face, and fell freely towards the Blood King's Palace.
He had removed his disguise and was ready for battle.
Just think of it as a rehearsal for the siege of Blood Moon City in the Kremlin Empire.
Although you cannot find such a luxurious lineup of great demon generals in the real world, and because the Krelian Empire is in its heyday, the real difficulty mode of Blood Moon City may be the real difficulty mode of the real world.
But Lanqi was already familiar with the dilapidated Blood Moon City at the end of the Blood Moon Desolation.
"Haha, of course you are welcome, but I wonder if His Holiness the Pope will still be as aggressive as he is now."
The First Ancestor's voice sounded in the darkness like a phantom.
Suddenly, a magnificent sliding door opened in front of him.
Lanci crossed without hesitation, and the fall began to slow down.
It is here.
The final place where the blood moon destroys the world, the Blood King’s Palace.
He looked around, and when his feet finally touched the ground, he saw that he was slowly landing in the center of a circular plaza.
The square is paved with black and white marble and has thirteen stone pillars that are a hundred meters high.
The jokes echoed around.
"Welcome to Blood Moon City, Pope Saint Polante."
The sound came from the bottomless fog at the edge of the square.
The figure walked out slowly, wearing a pure black velvet dress with the golden Horning noble family crest embroidered on the lapel.
He looked to be only twelve or thirteen years old, with porcelain-white skin and soft brown hair that fell to his shoulders.
"I didn't expect you to come here. I have lived a peaceful and law-abiding life in the Horning Empire for so many years."
The third ancestor, Duke Lachar, showed a playful smile and spoke in a relaxed tone, reminiscing about the past with an old friend.
But his eyes were full of sarcasm and disdain, mocking Lanqi's stupidity and ignorance.
"But since you are here, let's have a good chat, Your Holiness the Pope of Saint Polante."
Lachar gracefully performed an ancient aristocratic salute, placing his right hand on his chest, taking a step back with his left foot, and leaning forward slightly, as if he was saluting a distinguished guest.
"Lachar, you're still in the mood to chat with me?"
Lanqi stood alone in the center of the square and asked the third ancestor Lachar.
He knew that it was undoubtedly an irony that Lachar used the etiquette of the Horning Empire to entertain Lanclos, a Horning man who had been deprived of his hometown.
"What else? Do you want me to personally kill you, who are now so weak that they are only at the sixth level, or do you want me to just wait for the last minute of your life to run out, and then feel my own powerlessness?"
Rachel's tone was still so gentle.
"To be honest, I don't even have the heart to fight with you."
Lachar narrowed his eyes and opened his hands.
But there was arrogance and unruliness in his actions.
That is the declaration of an absolute winner.
The three vampire marquises and the palaces in the east, south and north are all operating normally. He will even benefit from the extremely high damage reduction of the Blood King's Palace. Even if the Pope has some backup plans and can fight a short life-and-death battle, he cannot be threatened.
"Lachar, why doesn't your true king want you anymore?"
Lanqi looked at the third ancestor Lachar with concern, ignoring what Lachar was saying, and asked without any connection.
"...?"
In an instant, the blood vessels near Lachar's temple began to twitch.
Veins popped out of his forehead.
"……What did you say?"
Lachar's red eyes gradually became ferocious, and then almost crazy, as he asked word by word.
"Are you guys the abandoned failures?"
Lanqi stared at the third ancestor Lachar in confusion and asked sincerely.
"Lancross, you're looking for death!!!"
Rachel shouted at the top of his lungs.
His raised palm controlled the blood mist, and countless crimson tentacles stretched out from the mist, sweeping towards Lanci like poisonous snakes, trying to drag the dry bones of Pope Saint Polante in the tomb into the blood abyss from which there would be no escape!
……
On the south side of Blood Moon City, dozens of kilometers away.
The Hall of Annihilation, which is governed by the eighth ancestor Somerset.
The battle between the Blood Marquis and the Great Demon Clan has already broken out.
This palace is like a boundless arena, surrounded by dark rocks. The bright red gems on the rock walls sparkle with eerie light in the dim light.
The blood gems were engraved with the blood and bones of those who had been defeated by the eighth ancestor, the Marquis of Somerset, and the air was filled with a suffocating smell of blood.
The open battlefield in the center of the hall was covered with winding cracks, from which bright red magma oozed, flowing on the ground, and the earth was shaking because of the battle.
The two great demons were standing back to back, engaging in a skirmish with the strongest warrior of the vampire clan, the eighth ancestor, Marquis Somerset.
"Be careful, the terrain of the Temple of Extinction can allow him to hide his tracks."
Mercury Lord Mishio's skin is silver all over, like a liquid metal life, but she has the body of a normal demon female.
Skilled in alchemy and healing, she stood in front of the Lord of Skeletons, Damongate, always on guard against the eighth ancestor, the Marquis Somerset, who might attack from any direction.
Behind her, the Skeleton Lord Damon Gate was tall and slender, wearing a black suit with silver cracks embroidered on the hem. His black hair was as smooth as satin, fluttering gently in the wind in the hall. The skeleton under the goat's horns clung to his cheeks like a mask.
"Mixia, just take care of yourself, you don't have to help me block it."
Lord Skeleton Damongate had a handsome and stern face. He communicated the thoughts of the demon clan with Lord Mercury Michio, glancing at the dim surroundings and the ancestor of the blood clan who was good at sneak attacks.