Do not confiscate my citizenship

Chapter 765: Lanqi and Sigler's Journey Again

"The Shadow World is surprisingly easy this time. What difficulties are there?"

Talia asked him in Ranchi's mind.

She had never seen a shadow world like this where the beginning seemed like a game over.

Previously, Talia had heard from Hyperion that what Ranci and Hyperion experienced was a blood moon destruction world in a series of shadow worlds tens of thousands of years ago.

The interim results of each shadow world will affect the next shadow world.

The first three Shadow World Ranchs all had unrealistic endings.

Although the advantages of each low-level shadow world will be much weaker than the overall situation of the next high-level shadow world, it will always have some impact.

"I'm confused, too."

Lanqi looked at the mission objectives of the shadow world and didn't feel anything.

No matter which shadow world it was, even without looking at the mission objectives, one could sense from the situation that the situation was driving the challengers to act.

But now he is in the throne room at the top of the Holy Spirit Kingdom.

Look at the time limit and information about the shadow world.

It’s like truly enjoying the fruits of victory after a legend is completed.

Even in the Southern Wantina Territory or the capital of Ikerit, there is not necessarily such a real sense of security.

Twenty-one days limit?
If he is given a few more months, he will have no problem conquering the entire world.

"Maybe it's a welfare checkpoint? After all, I've always been lucky, so you made the right decision by bringing me along."

Talia told Ranci boastfully.

Not only did she not increase the difficulty of the Shadow World, she may have helped Ranchi reduce the difficulty.

"Indeed, you are destined to enjoy happiness."

Ranch admitted.

"…Does your words have some hidden meaning?"

Sometimes Talia couldn't tell whether Lanqi was being sarcastic to her.

"No no."

Lanqi denied it repeatedly.

"Oh, then I can enjoy my life in peace. Anyway, your father has agreed that I can go to Wilford's house often. When the time comes, I will eat up all your wealth. Don't regret it. It was the goddess of fate who guided me to eat at your house."

Talia snorted and simply followed Lanqi's words.

She was already thinking about what would happen after the Shadow World ended.

"The goddess of fate..."

Lanqi's gaze shifted and gradually looked at the statue in the throne room.

The goddess has a compassionate face, holding a bright lamp, looking at all living beings.

The long red carpet extended all the way to the foot of the throne. On the candlesticks on both sides, the sacred fire burned quietly, reflecting the murals on the marble walls.

Regardless of the era, the gods have never changed. They exist side by side with the world itself, making it difficult to doubt their divine power.

Just as Lanqi was immersed in peace, there was a gentle knock on the door.

"Please come in."

Lanqi turned around and spoke towards the main entrance of the throne room.

Deep within the Papal Chamber is a space that only the Pope can enter on his own.

Anyone else who wants to come in must get permission from the Pope.

After Lanqi finished speaking.

The heavy oak door opened and then closed gently, blocking out the noise.

Lanqi put his hands casually behind his back, his posture unchanged, looking at the approaching clergy.

Judging from his attire, he should be the Chief Justice of the Holy Court.

He is a clergyman in his forties. His face is weathered by time, but his eyes are bright and lively.

He was dressed in a black robe and wore the silver scale emblem of the Holy Tribunal on his chest.

A few strands of long hair hung down from under the crown, adding a touch of elegance.

Lanqi had seen him before in the Polant Empire.

When Lanci was still the Prime Minister, this young man was his secretary and also his most trusted confidant at that time. Even the contact with Sigler to be the coachman and the disguise of his identity were arranged by his secretary. Now, twelve years have passed, and Lanci is not surprised that the other party can enter the throne room in the deepest part of the Pope's Hall to continue to help him.

"Elm, how have you been lately?"

Lanqi didn't rush to ask him what he wanted to see her for, but asked with concern.

"..."

Elm was slightly stunned.

He didn't know what was wrong with the Pope today, why he suddenly asked him like this.

It was just like many years ago when the two of them were still in the Capitol of the Polant Empire.

Then a trace of sadness flashed across Elm's eyes.

There is only one possible reason why the Pope could have such a change.

"My Lord, is your time coming soon?"

He asked in a dry voice.

"……may be."

Lanqi hesitated for a moment and admitted it.

Elm obviously also knew Lancross's secret.

In today's St. Paul's Church, people should have no idea that the Pope is a dying man.

According to the hint from the Shadow World, if Lancros didn't have any special obsessions, he could probably live for another twenty days or so.

Next, Lanclos will fall into heaven in this peaceful dream.

"Well, birth and death are the natural laws of life. The same is true for the coming of day and the passing of night. There is nothing to be sad about."

Lanqi smiled at his trusted priest Elm.

This is his view on life and death.

Although the words that Miss Witch said to Lancross in Shadow Weaving Record were quoted here, he unexpectedly agreed with Miss Witch's idea.

"His Majesty."

Elm bowed and spoke in a low and solemn tone.
"I just received a secret letter in the Holy Court. Its origin is unknown, but the texture of the letter and the magical fluctuations are very special. I think it is for you."

As he spoke, Elm took out an ink-blue envelope from inside his robe and presented it with both hands.

"letter?"

Lanqi took the envelope and immediately felt a strange fluctuation.

He was indeed expecting a letter.

According to the description in the shadow world, Kaliela gave him a letter.

The surface of the envelope shone with a sea-blue sheen, like the ripples of the deep sea, reminding him of the boundless blue sea of ​​Naikalis Island.

Faintly, there were whispers lingering in my ears, like the song of the waves in the demon world.

This magic.

It was undoubtedly Kaliera.

But now, after the war, the Holy Spirit Kingdom has been clearly separated from the Demon Realm.

On the one hand, it is to reassure other countries. On the other hand, there is an irreconcilable cultural gap between humans and demons, and most ordinary humans are afraid of demons.

The demarcation between the Holy Spirit Kingdom and the Demon Realm is the choice of both sides and is also an inevitable trend.

"Can you ascertain the identity of the sender?"

Lanci frowned and looked up to ask Chief Justice Elm.

"Your Majesty, after much investigation by the Holy Court, we are still unable to identify the sender."

Elm shook his head, his tone solemn.

"Okay, that's no problem."

Lanqi nodded and replied.

He remembered that Kaliela once said that she had placed spies in the Polant Empire to monitor Prime Minister Wilford.

So it is not surprising that she now has the means to send the letter through her spies to Wilford's confidants and then to the Pope.

"Your Majesty, a month later, at the Iron Fortress headquarters in Oberon, Seville's fourth anniversary of peace and restoration was sent to you. I hope you can attend and witness the post-war reconstruction of the border of the Horning Empire."

Elm spoke about the second incident for the Pope and handed him a file.

"..."

Lanqi glanced at the stone map that had transformed into the entire wall, took the file and opened it.

Three years ago, when the Polant Empire and the Honing Empire signed the "Oberon Treaty", it was at the southern border of the Saint Polant Empire.

Hundreds of kilometers away, all the city defense barriers on the northern border of the Honing Empire were taken over by the Holy Spirit Church. This was the clause required of the Honing Empire as the defeated party.

The files mostly consisted of reports, including arrangements for celebration activities, the latest situation on the border between the two countries, and plans for the next two years.

Everything is thriving and moving in a good direction.

"I see."

He gave Elm his answer.

This movie world only lasts 21 days, so what happens a month later has nothing to do with him.

In fact, no matter how you answer, it will not affect the outcome.

He can come anytime.

“Is it possible to achieve such a happy ending in history?”

Talia asked in Lanqi's mind.

She was almost certain that there was no place for her in this perfect shadow world.

The dossier also mentions the current status of the post-war reconstruction of the Khoning Empire.

The sinful vampires have been judged and will be punished with a long prison term.

The remaining vampires chose to coexist with humans. They carved out a piece of land belonging to the vampires on the border of the Honing capital, Trick, and signed a contract to never interfere with human politics again. The vampires also began to use their magical skills to help humans develop.

The peace is as beautiful as a dream, just like the land of fallen gentleness.

If Lanclos in the real historical timeline could see this miraculous victory at the end of his life, he would probably close his eyes without regrets.

"After all, no one knows how this era tens of thousands of years ago ended. Even if it is called the Blood Moon Destroying the World, there must be enough possibilities."

Lanqi thought back.

The history that can be traced in the present world is at most a few thousand years.

What lies beyond this are only uncertain inferences by historians and archaeologists.

The blood moon that destroyed the world is a lost history that dates back at least tens of thousands of years.

The only ones who know the answer are probably the top-level vampires who were sealed for ten thousand years before finally breaking free.

"Thank you for your hard work, Elm."

Lanqi waved his hand, signaling Elm to retreat.

"My lord, if you need anything, please call me anytime."

Lord Justice Elm bowed, spoke with extra emphasis, and quietly left the throne room.

The door closed again, and only Lanqi and the mysterious letter from Kaliela were left in the hall.

Lanqi walked slowly towards the throne. The setting sun shone through the stained glass windows, slowly fading from his white body and blending into the shadows.

After sitting down.

Lanqi stared at the envelope in his hand. The azure ripples looked particularly seductive under the pure light of the throne room.

He was relieved, just as Talia had said.

He was quite worried that the shadow world would have a kind of regression force - in the worst case scenario, facing enemies who were much stronger than him, the changes he had achieved before would be nothing, or by the final fourth shadow world, the advantages accumulated in the first three shadow worlds would be just a spark of fireflies, and these twelve years had made everything begin to return to the right track of history.

Now it seems that the worst-case scenario did not happen!

Although this timeline is as beautiful as a dream.

But everything he saw and touched was extremely real, and it was by no means the illusion created by the fallen land of gentleness. Lanqi was very clear about this.

Having walked one hundred and thirty-one steps in the Great Demon Trial, he can distinguish between reality and illusion more accurately than any other creature in the world.

People who are bound by the cage of dreams will not realize that they may be dreaming, nor will they maintain a clear suspicion like him at all times.

At least the Fallen Lord Kaliela is still alive and well.

With the protection and control of his strongest ally, the iron-fisted ruler Kaliela, the demon world must still be the same as he left it in the last shadow world.

Based on this, it can be inferred that the timeline he is in now is very different from the timeline that Lanclos was in in history.

"Alas, Lord Black Sun Lanklos has definitely never seen a wonderful world line where vampires and humans live in peace."

Talia sighed.

After she watched the sealed images in "The Shadow Weaving Records of Kaliera", she had always felt sympathy for their ancient compatriot.

"Lanqi, you are not planning to go to the south to catch vampires, are you?"

Talia inquired.

Theoretically, if they head directly south, it is possible that they can reach the heartland of the southern Horning Empire in 21 days and release his [Nuclear Fusion Wolf], which will definitely cause quite a stir.

However, if this is done, the hard-earned peace will be destroyed, and this dreamlike shadow world will be shattered into a nightmarish scorched earth battlefield.

"I'm not a terrorist, why would I want to kill everyone?"

Lanqi was tricked by Talia and laughed.

At present, this eighth-level shadow world does not seem to be dangerous. As long as we can get through it smoothly, we can ensure that the present world will not be punished by natural disasters caused by the failure of the shadow world.

If he did something unnecessary and destroyed the situation in which the shadow world could carry out its missions normally, he would become a war criminal in the real world.

"You humans actually like to kill all your enemies..."

Talia muttered.

As a princess of a fallen country, she always felt regretful.

She had no complaints about the outcome of the demons destroying their country, but she often wondered if everything would have been different if someone on either side had made a different choice at the time.

"Not including me. If I were in charge of the overall situation of mankind during the holy war, I would definitely not let the demons perish. In other words, if I were to handle the problem, I could end the holy war within two weeks."

Lanci answered Talia, assuring her with extra certainty.

"..."

"I'm sorry, I admit that you really shouldn't be counted among ordinary humans."

Although Talia didn't know where Lanci got his confidence from or how he could end the holy war in two weeks, she believed that this guy could definitely come up with a plan that would make both humans and demons uncomfortable but have to accept it.

And he really does what he says and treats demons and humans equally.

"Are you praising me or scolding me?"

Ranchi judged emotionally that Talia might be praising him.

But it sounded like scolding him.

"I'm praising you. I'm really praising you this time."

Talia admitted reluctantly and helplessly.

The thing she liked most about Lanqi was that he had no double standards.

Perhaps it was because she saw Lanqi say to Hyperion in the video of the Shadow World, "Don't discriminate against demons", that she began to change her mind about Lanqi and tried to understand him.

But he's annoying in other ways.

Talia made a patch in her heart to prevent Lanqi from misunderstanding.

"I actually have always believed that there are good guys among the vampires."

Lanci added, telling Talia what he really thought.

He would not label all individuals based on their race, but the vampires he had met so far all had some bad habits that they could not change.

The war will end at an appropriate time, with the vampires and the Honing Empire paying for the cost of the war and minimizing casualties.

A defeated country is countless times more valuable than a piece of scorched earth.

This can be considered the ideal ending for Blood Moon's Destruction of the World.

A relatively perfect ending.

While Ranch chatted with Talia, he carefully peeled off the crystal lacquer seal on Kaliela's letter.

The main business of the film world is to read Calliera's letter first.

Lanqi himself was also looking forward to contacting this old friend after a long absence.

The blue magic power immediately evaporated from the letter paper, swirling in the air, forming the words of the demon clan. "——Dear Mr. Wuming"

"My friend, I am writing to you."

"The season of snow and ice has arrived. Are you all right these days?"

"You may feel even lonelier and colder, so be careful not to catch a cold."

"As for me, my days have been quite peaceful since I last parted with you."

"We were able to defeat the vampires and the Horning Empire and achieve peace today. This is all thanks to you and your partners. I would like to express my sincere gratitude here."

"I originally thought that I should write you a letter as soon as possible."

"But I always feel a little embarrassed to send a message for nothing important."

"I don't want to disturb you."

"Please forgive me."

Kaliela's handwriting is more beautiful than expected.

The magic power it contains is still filled with the tyranny of the ninth level.

"'No Name', only Calliera would call me that."

Lanci flipped through the pages and spoke to Talia nostalgically.

During this period, other demons should probably call him Lord Black Sun.

Only old friends who are very familiar with each other will continue to call each other by the name they first met.

"There is a barrier spell on this piece of paper. If you hadn't opened it, I'm afraid it wouldn't have appeared at all."

Talia told him as she analyzed the page.

Just like the first time she touched the [Kaliera's Shadow Weaving] gem, she felt unexpectedly close to this magic power, as if it could merge into her body.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you. Six years ago, I failed to defend the Demon King's Castle."

The words that appeared on the first line of the next page made Lanqi's hand pause slightly.

"Fortunately, you arrived and rescued the child once again. She is our last hope for conquering Blood Moon City."

"But I lost to Duke Lachar, the third ancestor of the blood clan, and my soul has long been shattered."

"The power I gave you at that time was the little bit of my soul essence left."

"Because I know I'm of no use anymore, and you still need to move on."

"I have spent these years stabilizing the situation in the demon world with this body in my body, and I have left you a gift that you can choose whether to open or not."

Lanqi's breathing was no longer so steady.

He quickly flipped through the letter paper and looked at the last page.

"It's just that when you came to the demon world, I might have turned into a gentle place where the great demon tribe fell during the trial."

"I gave the last of my soul essence to Lord Maya Esmodes, so that her child can be born safely. If one day in the future you can see the child of Lord Mist and Lord Maya, perhaps you can sense each other, because you both have my magic power."

"If you feel lost, come to the demon world."

"I believe that if it were you, you would be able to find the answer."

"This new journey will begin from the land you protect. I hope you will continue to like the Demon World."

"Goodbye."

"——The Fallen Kaliela"

She ended the letter on a more cheerful note.

Lanqi held the letter and couldn't put it down for a long time.

As a person from another era, he knew that the final outcome of Kaliela would be to become the land of gentleness where the great demons fell during their trials.

But I never thought that I would personally experience these farewells in this era.

"Lanqi, this is the Shadow World after all. Kaliela's death is inevitable. Don't be sad."

Talia pondered and comforted Lanqi.

She knew that Ranchi and Kaliela had a friendship and had fought side by side.

He must have felt bad when he learned about Kaliera's death.

"It's a destiny after all... Kaliela..."

Lanqi silently thought about what Talia had just said.
"die……?"

His voice was tinged with hesitation.

If Kaliera is gone.

Then isn't it possible that the current demon world is completely different from what he imagined?
A strange and ominous feeling filled Lanqi's heart.

It was as if the irresistible force of fate made him feel that something was wrong with this timeline.

He breathed in the cold winter air of Hersharem, the capital of the Polant.

Even if only for a moment.

At this moment.

In the moment when his mental will was weak, a sea of ​​blood rushed towards him with a whistling sound, and was about to fill up the throne room where Lanqi was.

Illusions and blood-red bubbles occupied all the space in the throne room that he could see.

Open your eyes again.

The fierce blizzard howled through the city streets, submerging broken walls, broken limbs and pools of blood beneath the vast wind and snow.

The heavy wind and the snow seeds hitting his skin.

Is this the Demon King's Palace on Naika Island?
It was dark outside the palace, or rather, it was all white, dotted with the glaring scarlet like a blood mandala, and nothing could be seen clearly.

The former central square of Naikaris is now deserted. The merciless snow has buried all the evidence of crimes. The screams of the dead souls will also be blown away by the wind, and no one will mourn them anymore.

"six years ago?"

Even though Lanqi's consciousness was almost frozen, he could roughly guess when this battle took place.

The war between the Honing Empire and the Allied Forces should have entered a white-hot stage at this time.

Even if they really lose, the Demon Realm will be the last place to be attacked by the vampires.

According to the records of the Church of Saint Polante, the human countries in the north may fall at any time, and several orc city-states have been massacred by the vampires. The Land of Eternal Night has become dangerous, and the communications of the Demon Realm cannot contact the human kingdom at all.

He couldn't see his hand in front of him.

There were sirens, wailing sounds, and the sounds of demons being ripped apart. On this snowy night, the Demon King's city of Nakaris was shrouded in a haze of panic.

In the darkness, Lanqi felt as if there was movement ahead.

We can only move forward step by step.

Until the dim moonlight appeared again, illuminating the long stone corridor of the Palace of Nakaris.

He felt goosebumps all over his body and looked at all this in astonishment.

Kaliela lay on the ground with blood all over his body, his eyes dull.

A figure who looked like a young boy was looking at him with ecstasy, with blood on the corners of his mouth and cheeks.

[Lord Black Sun, you, a defeated general, still dare to come to me? 】

The voice of the third ancestor, Duke Lachar, rang in his ears from all directions, with a smile like a night ghost.

The sound gradually grew louder, the buzzing and noise were about to tear his eardrums apart, and the surrounding consciousness was rapidly accelerating, about to drag him into another twisting void tunnel that exceeded the speed of sound and light.

"..."

A white light suddenly appeared in front of Lanqi's eyes, and everything became quiet.

When his sight was refocused, all that was left was the pure white throne room and Talia's angelic, concerned face.

"Lan Qi, are you okay?"

In the throne room, Talia sees that something is wrong, and appears, shaking Ranci's shoulders.

Just now, Lanqi suddenly stopped moving.

It's no use calling him.

So she summoned herself directly.

"Thalia..."

Lanqi came back to his senses and his breathing became smooth and steady.

"No... nothing happened."

Lanqi answered as if waking from a dream.

He may now understand part of the meaning of the mission objective "Understand Lanclos' state of mind".

Whether in the original historical line or the shadow world line he derived, the third ancestor Lachar had left an indelible negative state on Lanclos in the battle.

In the process, he would intermittently see the pain that Lancros could not let go of.

"Is it really okay?"

Talia lifted up her hair, moved closer, took off Lanqi's mask, and put it on Lanqi's forehead.

Generally speaking, the mental stress caused by mental magic that tends to be illusory can easily cause a high fever and cause the patient to suffer from temporary dementia.

"It's really nothing. A mere level nine negative mental state is nothing but sparkling water to me."

Lanqi quickly leaned back and leaned on the throne as if he was hiding from Talia.

"Really?"

Talia drawled, her hands on her hips as she studied him.

Seeing Lanqi so energetic, it seems that everything is really fine.

But Lanci seems to look down on mental magic.

She didn't believe that her mental magic couldn't control Lanqi.

"Pfft."

Ranchi, who was a little caught off guard by Talia's sudden approach, was amused by her inner voice.

Talia sometimes has an inexplicable confidence and sense of humor.

"..."

Talia frowned slightly.
"If I use charm magic on you like my sister did, will you be unaffected?"

She said, placing her palm in front of her chin and blowing a kiss to Lanci.

Ifatia told her that it would definitely work.

"..."

Lanqi suddenly felt a chill all over his body and was restrained for a second.

I felt uncomfortable all over.

"you win."

He admits.

Talia's mental magic is still effective.

The brief moment of banter lifted his spirits.

Lanqi clenched the hand holding the letter again, as if there was something behind it.

He turned over the third page.

As the last of the words in Kaliera's handwriting was completely deciphered, the mysterious letter suddenly floated up from Lanqi's hands and turned into starlight.

The blue magic power slowly flowed around his wrist like a trickle, bringing a strange warmth and temporarily dispelling the coldness around him.

After a moment, the magic power gradually dissipated and blended into the solemn atmosphere of the throne room.

The letter paper weathered into silver-white dust in mid-air and fell on the red carpet like the first snow.

Sure enough, at the end of the letter, there was an invitation letter.

It was written on it——

【Appointment letter from the principal of Purgatory Pascual Cloister】

"Purgatory Corridor Academy?"

Lanqi picked it up and looked at it through the light of the throne room, as if he were meeting an old friend after a long separation.

“At the end of the story, do we have to go back to the beginning again?”

he murmured.

"Corridor Corridor, do you feel that from the moment you first stepped into Purgatory Corridor Academy, you were destined to return there one day?"

Talia folded her arms, leaned against the Pope's throne, and said to him.

At the end of the letter just now, Kaliela mentioned that she had prepared a gift for Lord Wuming.

So the general meaning of this invitation letter is that Calliera left a treasure that cannot be taken away in the school of Pascual in Purgatory City.

"Can you guess what Calliera left behind?"

Lanqi turned his head to look at Talia beside him.

As an authentic old demon, Talia would know more about the secrets and heritage of the demons.

“I have been interested in this school for a long time.”

Seeing that Lanqi was sincere in seeking advice, Talia did not care about his wording and began to explain to him.
"In the demon world, all designs related to corridors, inversions, and infinity are related to the Upside-Down Lord, Tiberius."

She knew from the first time she saw the Ancient Demon Academy that Lanqi was going to on the screen of Ikrit Academy that this school adopted one of the most classic and ancient art styles of their demon race.

"..."

Lanqi understood what Talia said and nodded.

The mysterious building of Purgatory Corridor cannot be traced even in the demon world of the Blood Moon Era. It cannot be ruled out that it is the masterpiece of Tiberius, a craftsman from the demon world hundreds of thousands or even millions of years ago.

Therefore, the Great Demon Trial [Inverted Road to the Dead] on the negative sixth floor of Helrom Prison has a corridor style similar to that of the Purgatory Corridor Academy.

While Lanqi was thinking, Talia was staring at him again.

"It seems like you have another state."

she reminded.

This time the condition was unexpectedly easy to identify.

Talia saw the result at a glance.

【The last gentle place】

【Category: Gain Status】

[Level: Epic]

[Attribute: Illusion]

[Rank: 9]

【The protection given to you by Kaliela.】

She also shared all of this with Lanqi through her consciousness.

"..."

Lanci sat there for a while, then pulled himself together and stood up, making a victory gesture that was not quite in keeping with his status as Pope.

"Okay, now it's time to work hard!"

He walked towards the communication magic device and pressed the summoning crystal.

It seems that this trip to the Demon Realm must be made. Only by returning to the Demon Realm can one understand many things. According to this guidance, Hyperion is likely to be in the Demon Realm as well.

This moment is just like that moment!
Since I have to go to the demon world again, and this time it is December compared to the last summer, the land of eternal night will only be more dangerous.

Then I have to go look for that person again.

It didn't take long.

Chief Justice Elm knocked on the door of the throne room of the Pope's Palace again and walked in with the Pope's permission.

"Your Majesty, you summoned me?"

The Chief Justice bowed and spoke in a humble tone.

"I'm looking for Sigley."

Lanci said simply.

Sieglie was adopted and raised in the orphanage of the Church of St. Polante since she was a child, so in essence, she is a member of the church.

Elm should know her whereabouts. Twelve years ago, it was Secretary Elm who helped Prime Minister Wilford find this excellent coachman who knew the route to the Land of Eternal Night accurately.

"..."

Elm was a little surprised, as if he had not expected that the Pope would suddenly look for Siegler at this moment. He then gradually let go of it and showed a somewhat nostalgic expression.

"Sister Sigrace, she has been in an orphanage on the outskirts of Hersharem since you brought her back. You haven't visited her for a long time."

(End of this chapter)