NOVEL NEXT Chapter 788: Lanqi Listens to the Blood Clan's Cry
Chapter 788: Lanqi Listens to the Blood Clan's Cry
"Hey, I'm glad you're okay."
Talia was relieved for the time being.
After accepting the eternal punishment of immortality, Lanqi did not suffer the inhuman pain as expected. It even seemed easy, as if it cost nothing.
But it is precisely this that prevents Talia from completely letting go.
Some things have been borrowed, but the time to return them has not come yet.
"Let's look at the options first."
Lanqi told Talia not to think too much, he was fine, or in other words, this was a necessary choice if she wanted to reach a perfect ending.
This time the options are all place names.
Since it was clear that Lanclos would not sit still, he had to go somewhere.
If you go to option A, the Demon King's Castle of Nakalis, you must seek help from Lord of Blasphemy Merogas to jointly attack the Horning Empire.
If you choose option B, Saint Trick, the capital of Horning, you should fast forward to the vampire lair and attack Blood Moon City.
Option C, Hansabek, is the province of the Horning Empire with the most activity in the last simulation survey.
"First of all, let's rule out looking for Lord Blasphemy Merogas. Although it would be safer to take a group of great demons to sweep Blood Moon City, to be honest, time is limited. I have already used the immortal punishment on myself, so there is no need to spend time returning to the Demon King's City and mobilizing the great demons for help."
After this simulation, Lanqi also understood why he could go to the Demon King's Castle.
It is actually an alternative to "using Undying Punishment on yourself".
If Lanclos did not use eternal punishment of immortality on himself, he could also call on a group of big demons, gather the strongest existing combat force, and launch a full-scale attack on Blood Moon City.
But doing so is not a sure win. Even if it succeeds, many powerful demons will be sacrificed in Blood Moon City. If it fails, the foundation of the demon world will be shaken, or even destroyed.
For Lanclos, Kaliela's kindness has not been repaid. If he can gamble with his own life, he will not gamble with the fate of the demon clan, the lives of the great demons, and the blood clan.
So he would go to Blood Moon City alone to settle things.
"Since your condition won't decline, and we have more than five days, it seems that we don't need to rush to Saint Trik to go directly to Blood Moon City. Instead, we can go to Hansabek Province first and continue investigating what we haven't completed before?"
Talia suggested to him.
She always felt that before her death, Kaliela might have seen more than what Lanqi saw in the last simulation.
If Kaliela were to simulate this, she would know that she could not defeat Blood Moon City, and would definitely choose a conservative strategy and investigate more intelligence rather than raiding Blood Moon City.
Therefore, even if Kaliela only simulated it once, he might have seen more information than Lanqi knew.
At the end of the last simulation, Lanqi chose to head towards Blood Moon City, and also skipped many things that could have been investigated in the Hansabek Province.
"no problem."
Lanqi had the same idea as Talia and chose to go to the province of Hansabek.
Everything changes before my eyes.
He transformed into a huge shadow and flew southward.
The surrounding scenery quickly receded. After an unknown amount of time, the sky became dim and then bright. He passed through the Demon Realm, the Land of Eternal Night, and the Holy Spirit Kingdom. After crossing tens of thousands of kilometers, the towering fortress city-state on the southern border of the Holy Spirit Kingdom appeared in his sight.
The well-organized streets and quaint and heavy buildings are in full view.
[You passed the southernmost part of the Holy Spirit Kingdom, the Iron Fortress Oberon, where the border city-states with the Horning Empire are preparing for the fourth anniversary of the peaceful revival of Seville.]
[Continue to the south and you enter the northern province of the Horning Empire, Helslein.]
[At the border of the Horning Empire after the war, the cold winter sun shines on the main city covered with white snow. The greenhouses, the lush green vegetables and fruits, the running children, the bustling markets and the Chamber of Commerce Square, the peaceful joy of the winter festival, are all false in your eyes.]
[You just ignore it now. ]
This time, he traveled silently in the territory of the Honing Empire for a particularly long time.
He passed countless cities and mountains along the way, and when his vision slowed down, it was already sunset.
Looking around, there are towering mountains all around, with steep cliffs reaching into the sky, clouds and mist lingering in the valleys, and the mountain wind howling. A dark gray castle stands majestically on the highest mountain peak.
[When you see the landmark of Lichtens Castle, you know you have successfully arrived in the Hansabek Province in the north-central part of the Horning Empire. ]
[You have given up on taking another look at your hometown, Brunswick, because you have more important things to do.]
In the blink of an eye, he passed through the sunny town of Lilm and the historic city-state of Solon.
[Based on your last dream experience, you came to the southern city of Vioc.]
[This time you have only one goal, which is Blood Moon City, but during this time you decide to investigate intelligence related to the demons. ]
[Along the way, you still worry about the mother and son. ]
【Maybe you can save them earlier. 】
night.
The blood moon hung high in the sky, and the cold moonlight covered the ground like satin.
Carrying a suitcase, Lanqi avoided the knights patrolling the city and came to the depths of the dense forest on the outskirts of the city.
[You move forward and pass through a dense forest in the southeast corner of the city.]
suddenly.
A strange fishy smell wafted over, it was the smell of flesh and blood left by wild beasts being eaten.
[You look around and your eyes fall on a bush not far away.]
[You approach the bushes silently.]
[The wind is cold and the shadows of the trees are swaying. ]
【A red light appeared in the darkness.】
[The bodies of the big and small demons twisted and distorted, half human and half beast, emitting shrill screams mixed with giggles, and snuggled together.]
[Perhaps they were still living a normal life in this city-state yesterday. The mother raised the child with great difficulty. Even if life was a little poor, there was hope for the future. The child would grow up, earn money and work, and make this family better.]
[However, everything happened too fast, and the cruel catastrophe destroyed their lives to pieces.]
[It's a pity that they are beyond help.]
The next second, Lanqi pursed his lips and turned his head. He pointed his finger and a dazzling flame burst out from the forest floor.
The flames licked and the ashes drifted away.
There was only dead silence in the basin.
Everything returned to calm.
"Lanqi, if you want a third simulation, don't come to this place next time."
Talia understood that every time Lanqi came here and saw the demon mother and son, he was unable to save them and had to bury them personally, which was a repetitive torture for Lanqi.
"If only it were a little earlier..."
Lanci bit his lip.
"You know clearly that there is little hope. They may have been transformed into demons a day ago, or even earlier. This is not a fact that you can change just a few minutes or hours earlier."
Talia comforted him.
According to the intelligence they had previously obtained in Soran City, there were rumors about the demons in Vioc City about two days ago.
Even if the simulation had been a day or so earlier, there was no hope of preventing the fait accompli.
"But the image of the demon in the rumor does not resemble this demon mother and son."
Lanqi frowned and preached.
Therefore, we cannot rule out the possibility that there were other demons before this mother and son. If that were the case, they might have been saved if they arrived today.
[You are unwilling, but you have to accept the reality. ]
The surrounding trees began to twist, and the words of the Mirror of Tiberius appeared on the trunks of the large trees.
You will choose:
[A. Hunting demons along the way]
[B. Head straight to the capital]
【C. Continue investigation】
[D. Personal intervention]
[Life remaining: 3 days, 22 hours, 16 minutes]
"We still have plenty of time this time, and you won't be in a weak state. We should have one more round to obtain information before going to the capital, so let's choose the third option this time and continue investigating, shall we?"
Talia suggested.
The last simulation was to make my thoughts clear and to ensure that I could make it to Blood Moon City to fight the vampires and uncover the truth, so I chose to go straight to the capital.
But this time is different. They have already mastered the intelligence that can be obtained from the decisive battle in Blood Moon City. In comparison, there are still hidden mysteries on the demon side.
"I think that if we continue to investigate, we will probably not find any cause and effect. If such incidents of civilians being transformed into demons are happening everywhere, and there is no sound in every place, like a stone falling into a deep pool, it means that all the information you see may just be what someone wants you to see."
Lanqi's eyes moved upwards.
Focus on the option of hunting demons along the way.
"You mean... the residents who turned into demons may have had their information erased in advance, and there are forces manipulating the rules of the game?"
Talia began to understand what Lanqi meant.
"Yes, if we continue to stay here and investigate, we are more likely to be exposed. On the contrary, as long as we continue to hunt demons along the way, the truth will find us. Those guys will never sit idly by and watch variables like us."
Lanci answered affirmatively.
"If the guys who want to deal with us come and kill us, the truth will naturally be revealed. As long as we don't die, we will definitely see the truth."
Talia understood.
Originally this should have been a gambler's idea, but Lanqi is invincible now, and no matter how strong the killer the enemy sends, he can't kill him, so the bet is a sure win.
At this point, Lanqi also chose the first option.
Hunting demons along the way.
[You continue to head south. Whenever you hear news of a demon along the way, you will take action to eliminate the demon.]
[The reputation of "Demon Hunter Randall" spread quickly. ]
[Originally, you should have become a knight praised by people. ]
【Something out of the ordinary happened.】
The south-central part of the Honing Empire, the Thalberg Province, the city of Salzburg.
Thick fog spread across the cobblestone streets, covering the ancient city-state like a heavy blanket.
The damp air was filled with a musty smell, mixed with the faint aroma wafting from a distant bakery.
A man in a brown cloak emerged from the mist, his leather boots ghostly on the cobblestones, doing nothing to break the stillness of the early morning.
The man looked like a traveling trader and was carrying a suitcase.
He walked slowly to the center of the square and stopped in front of a huge wanted poster.
The dim street lights illuminated the wanted poster, which read in bold black ink:
Wanted: Randall Reinhardt
"This government has learned that a dangerous person who calls himself "Demon Hunter" is rampant in the central province of the empire. This person creates demons and kills innocent people. He has no conscience. Randall Reinhardt, male, 29 years old, about 6 feet tall, strong physique, brown hair and green eyes."
"It has been reported that this person is good at deceiving people and has great magical powers. If you have any relevant clues, be sure to report it to the local garrison immediately. Remember, this person is extremely dangerous and you must not act rashly!"
"announce."
"Governor of the Province of Thalberg: Conrad Hoffmann"
"December 614, 12 Imperial Calendar"
Lanqi, dressed as a merchant, stared at the wanted poster with a frown.
He looked around. There was no one in the square, only fog rolling under the street lights.
A cool breeze blew by, blowing up the dead leaves on the ground, making a rustling sound.
He took a deep breath, turned and left, his cloak flying behind him, disappearing into the thick fog.
[You helped the local residents hunt demons, and then you were wanted on a larger and larger scale. The provinces claimed that you were creating demons.]
[You finally understand the current situation of the Horning Empire. ]
"You are obviously a demon hunter, how come you became the mastermind behind the creation of demons the next day?"
Talia said indignantly.
"It can only be said that the Honing Empire is not clean from the capital to the provinces."
Lanci replied, as if he had anticipated the worst.
[The government of the Honing Empire is not actively responding to the disaster caused by the possessed. On the contrary, they are the real leaders. ]
If anyone discovers any clues of the devil.
There are only two possibilities. The weaker one will be directly turned into a demon, and the stronger one will be slandered as the culprit who created the demon.
Anyway, whoever hunts demons will always have demons where they appear. This doesn't seem like a coincidence, and it's easy for people to believe that it's related to demons.
The vampires control the government and media of the Horning Empire, and it is easy for them to say white is black and black is white.
The view became clear from the fog.
The merchants came to an inn called the Golden Horn in Salzburg.
The three-story wooden building has a dark brown exterior and a rusty sign with a golden ram's horn painted on it hangs above the door.
He pushed open the heavy oak door and walked into the dim hall.
The boss looked up from behind the reception desk and regarded the guest suspiciously.
The merchant took out a few Horning silver coins and placed them on the table, and asked for a room on the top floor.
The boss narrowed his eyes, counted the silver coins, then took a copper key from the key plate behind him and handed it to the merchant.
The merchant walked up the creaking wooden stairs and arrived at the room at the end of the corridor on the top floor.
He opened the door with his key, walked quickly into the room, and then closed the door.
He walked to the window and drew the heavy dark green curtains, and the room suddenly became dark.
The merchant lit the oil lamp on the table, and the warm yellow light illuminated a corner of the room.
He took off his cloak and hung it on the coat rack, then placed his suitcase on the desk.
"We collected a lot of demon tissues during the demon hunting."
He opened the suitcase, and inside were a dozen glass bottles and jars neatly arranged, each containing a different tissue sample, some of which looked like internal organs, others that resembled skin or muscle tissue.
He pulled a glass jar containing an eyeball from his suitcase and held it up to the light for a closer look.
This eyeball is much larger than an ordinary human eyeball, the iris is a strange purple color, and the pupil is vertical like a snake's eye.
The trader frowned, put the eyeball back into the jar, and picked up a bottle containing gray tissue.
He studied the body tissues of these demons with great concentration, observing them through a magnifying glass, carefully separating different tissues with tweezers and a scalpel, and recording his findings in a notebook. Occasionally, he would stop, dip a quill into the liquid in the bottle, and draw complex runes and patterns on a piece of parchment.
[You studied the demon's corpse and found that it did not undergo any surgery similar to the one at the Horning Empire's test site. Instead, it seemed that it was poisoned by an invisible poison and was easily transformed into a demon.]
[You cannot determine the exact principle behind the demon's transformation. It may be a new type of improved technology. Even you, a survivor who has personally experienced the transformation of the Horning Empire's test field, cannot distinguish the cause and effect.]
[No matter which town you go to, you cannot detect the demons hiding among the humans. You cannot tell the difference at all. It is as if they are all demons, but you know that this is obviously impossible.]
"Unfortunately, I am not very good at this. Lanclos did not have much time to study these in the short few decades."
Lanqi couldn't figure it out.
"I can't see what's going on."
Talia observed from Ranchi's perspective.
Although Lanqi said that she was a talented woman in the demon world, she had her own expertise and was not very involved in the forbidden transformation experiments of the demons. Antanas, who used to be a doctor in the demon world, and Planai, who was a scholar, might know more about this than her.
"Perhaps only those demons in the current demon world who are most interested in studying forbidden transformation magic can find out some clues."
Talia sighed.
But now there is no time to bring the demon's body back to the demon world.
The Honing Empire is at the southernmost part of the continent, while the Demon Realm is in the north. Even though he is now at the ninth level, there is not enough time left to travel back and forth.
"In fact, there is no need to think about bringing it back to the Demon Realm. First, there is no time, and second, you can just go to Saint Trik and ask."
Lanci was not disappointed with the findings.
New words of the Mirror of Tiberius also floated on the glass bottles that he looked at.
[Although you have gained something, your intelligence gathering has reached a bottleneck, and you are getting closer to the southern capital of Saint Trik.]
You will choose:
A. Attack the Governor
[B. Head straight to the capital]
【C. Continue investigation】
[D. Personal intervention]
[Life remaining: 2 days, 19 hours, 55 minutes]
"Lanqi, are you going to take down the Governor's Office of Talberg Province?"
Talia was eager to try.
The ninth-level Pope Saint Polante can do whatever he wants.
This was a freedom she had never experienced before.
"It's possible, but there are only two days left. This may be the second-to-last option for this simulation. Let's go directly to St. Trik."
Lanqi didn't want to make too much trouble in the southern province of Talberg and alarm the vampires in the capital, Saint Trik.
Therefore, even the whereabouts of the "Traveling Merchant Randall" have been low-key in the past two days, and he has not shown any strength beyond the sixth level.
"Let's elbow!"
Talia can't wait to go to Bloodmoon City.
After Lanqi lightly touched the demonic words in the glass bottle, the sky became dark and bright.
Lanqi once again felt the sudden changes in the things around him and continued to fly south for a long time.
Until a day and night later.
He arrived at Saint Trique, the southernmost capital of the Horning Empire.
In the dim light of morning, the entire capital city of Saint-Trique slowly unfolds like a beautiful painting.
Looking down from a high place, you can see the winding Rhine River like a shining ribbon, dividing the city into two parts, and the reflection of the rising sun on the river is particularly dazzling.
Along the river bank, St. Terrick's Cathedral, which Lanclos had seen in his dream, stood solemnly in the morning light. In the nearby Horning Imperial Square, early risers were already strolling and chatting, enjoying the quiet morning time.
On the south bank of the river, the iconic Moonlight Tower reaches into the sky. The observation deck on top of the tower looks particularly magnificent when the sun rises, and the tower is coated with a layer of gold.
[After arriving at the capital city of Saint Trik, you have reached the human territory on the north bank, while the south bank is your final destination.]
[You didn’t rush to the South Bank, but found the street on the North Bank last time. ]
[Here, you have captured a space node that leads to Blood Moon City. ]
[You wait for the vampires to find you, repeating everything from the previous week, visiting the residents of St. Trik on the street and asking the same questions.]
"The blood clan has always been protecting us. There is nothing to be afraid of demons, haha."
The pedestrians on the road answered.
[When you mentioned the demon, the citizens responded to you so positively and kindly. ]
[“Is this really how you view vampires?”]
【You continue to ask calmly.】
"Those damn guys from the Holy Spirit Church always like to smear the vampires, but do we believe them? It is the Church that is hurting us, and the vampires are protecting us."
"The blood race should have driven the demon race out of this world long ago. Those demons violated the North-South Treaty and betrayed their loyalty. It's impossible that the demons have no connection with the demon world, right?"
【Listen to the words of these people from the Horning Empire. 】
【You smile with relief this time. 】
[You can still clearly see how they could turn into blood-thirsty vampires at any time.]
The words on the Mirror of Tiberius continued, climbing onto the clothes of Saint Trik and his group of passers-by, forming a dense and surrounding demonic text—
You will choose:
A.Wantless destruction
[B. Raid on Blood Boundary]
【C. Undercover investigation】
[D. Personal intervention]
[Life remaining: 1 days, 13 hours, 49 minutes]
“It should be the last choice.”
Talia guessed that this round of simulation was almost over.
But this time is different from the last time when we were at the end of the road.
They not only hold intelligence, they also hold power.
"I'll do it myself."
Lanqi felt that if he didn't play this max-level account once, he would be letting down the suffering he had endured in the last simulation.
"Well, I want to play too." Talia begged pitifully.
But she knew she couldn't interfere with Lanqi's body now.
You can only watch Lanqi operate.
"Wait until I reach the ninth level in this world, then I'll let you play with it."
Lanqi said with a bit of softness in his heart.
"Okay, it's a deal! You are truly a good disciple to your master."
Talia still has great confidence in Ranchi. Although waiting for him to train to the extraordinary level of the eighth or ninth level may no longer be a thing in his own story, she has always been very patient and believes in the strength of the ninth-level version of Ranchi.
For the first time, Lanci chose to intervene personally.
Then everything slowed down.
It was as if he had woken up from a dream, gaining control over his movements freely, and standing in the real city of Saint Patrick.
I only saw myself wearing a casual vest, standing on the pedestrian plaza street in a bustling commercial district.
In the blue sky with sparse clouds, a flock of birds flew by in the distance.
On both sides of the street, under the shade of the sycamore trees, the open-air cafes are crowded with people. Well-dressed gentlemen and ladies take a rest here, sipping the fragrant coffee and chatting happily.
"Lanqi, this is too real to be a dream."
Talia thought she had entered a completely new world.
This is the future fully projected by the Mirror of Tiberius.
What is completely different from the artificial shadow world is that the artificial shadow world cannot withstand the full strength of too high-level challengers. Generally speaking, simulating a fourth or fifth level shadow world for practice is the limit.
And in the Mirror of Tiberius, no matter how strong one is, one can attack at will.
"Yes."
Lanqi looked at all this and spoke.
This is the legendary magic device, superior to epics, and even with its limitations and negative effects it transcends all common sense.
The sword that protects the country of the Rikrei Empire in the present world, the Sword of the Heroic Spirit of Seiros, must also be a red legend, full of infinite variables.
However, Lanqi was not at all obsessed with the power of the red legend.
Once it reaches the red grade, it becomes somewhat ominous.
Just like [The Grudge of Parroni], it itself is a book-shaped magical device that was created with all the suffering and tragedy engraved on it.
"It's time to get down to business."
Lanqi took a deep breath and looked around at the people from the Horning Empire walking back and forth.
"Horning people!"
Standing on the street, Lanqi shouted loudly, attracting the attention of people around him, as if he was going to ask the last question.
"If I want to exterminate all the vampires, what will you do?"
He asked the question out loud.
Pedestrians on the street and customers in front of shops suddenly stopped all the activities they were doing.
They suddenly turned around in unison, stomped their feet, and all looked over here.
"Then you are our enemy!"
The calm expressions on the faces of the residents of St. Trinian suddenly turned ferocious and fierce, and they glared at Lanqi.
"Hahahahaha."
Lanqi laughed heartily, as if a heavy burden had been lifted off his shoulders.
On the streets of St. Trinian during the day, only Lanci's figure was disconnected from the surrounding crowd. He was stared at with hatred and might be attacked at any time, but he stood alone and laughed.
"Lanqi, can you hear me?"
Talia's voice rang in Lanqi's ears.
At this moment in the last simulation, Lanqi's mental trauma broke out and he could not hear her speak. He felt sad but laughed uncontrollably.
"You can hear it."
Lanqi's hearty voice responded to Talia clearly.
"Great."
Talia was relieved.
Seeing that Lanqi was truly happy and not in great pain, she felt that Lanqi's mental state had improved again.
She was sure that this time Lanqi not only did not trigger the mind rift, but she was even more optimistic.
The angry crowd was like a pot of boiling water, unable to help but rush towards him.
"Take back your wrong words!"
The leader was a young man in formal attire. He roared, veins bulging on the back of his hands, like an angry beast, flames of hatred spurting from his eyes, and he wanted to give Lanqi a fatal blow.
"Don't be angry."
Lanqi's laughter gradually subsided, but his eyes remained as easy-going.
He just curled the corners of his mouth, raised his hand, and slapped out with lightning speed.
There was a crisp and deafening sound of "pop", and the young man was hit and flew out like a baseball, going farther and farther in the air, and disappeared into the sky like a star.
The crowd froze in an instant, with their eyes wide open and filled with surprise.
This guy seemed to be using a humiliating fairy-tale special effects wind magic to slap a person in the face and send him flying to an unknown place. It didn't do much damage and wouldn't kill the person or cause the person to fall to death.
"Apologize! Apologize to the vampires!"
But they had no time to imagine what level of magic was needed to produce such an effect. Anger soon overwhelmed their shock, and another dozen citizens rushed forward with red eyes, cursing loudly, vowing to tear the man who spoke rudely to the vampires into pieces.
Another slap, and another one flew away.
"Why are there so many filial sons?"
Lanqi's expression remained unchanged and he remained calm.
He stood in the huge wave of people, his palms moving like flowing clouds and water. Everyone who approached him was slapped away by him and turned into a star in the sky.
In the blink of an eye, hundreds of people disappeared.
The remaining people were like crazy, roaring, and rushed to the street from somewhere and pounced on Lanqi, drowning his figure like a tide.
"Since you committed the crime in broad daylight, it's fine for me to defend myself."
Lanqi waved the back of his hand, and wherever the magic power passed, the residents of the capital rose into the air and flew freely in the air.
The residents of the entire city-state rose into the sky like fallen leaves.
His palms moved the clouds and changed the appearance of the sky. The force that penetrated the clouds was the unique breath of wind. The wind blew gently across the earth. People in the entire city were blown away in this hurricane. No one was spared!
In the end, everyone was knocked away!
"Fuck, Lanci, did you really do it?"
Talia looked at the horrific scene where everyone in the city was being beaten away.
She never thought that such a thing was done by Lanqi, who was always gentle and easy-going.
With my own strength, I can blow up the whole fucking world!
"Now the capital is peaceful."
Lanqi put on the silver mask with one hand and said with satisfaction on the north shore of St. Trik, the empty capital.
The street was empty, with only Lanqi standing in the middle.
"Why are you always obsessed with wind magic?"
Talia didn't understand why Lanci took Lancros's account and still liked to use wind magic like in the real world.
She felt that Lanqi was kind enough.
The battle might be quite noisy later.
All these people on the surface may be affected.
Once the vampires become hungry, they will all turn into blood bags.
Send all the residents of the capital away and prevent them from approaching the capital again, so that they won't be absorbed by the vampires like dessert later.
It’s just that Lanklos’s body is obviously more adept at mental or telekinetic magic, so Lanqi still has to use the wind to send him flying.
"Every time I summon the gods, I wonder how awesome it would be to be able to use true eighth-level wind magic."
Lanqi commented as if he had successfully experienced the ninth level.
"Are you a child..."
Talia thought that Lanqi's thinking was no different from the mentality of paying for childhood.
But then I thought that if Lanqi was a little kid, it might be a little cute, and she might fulfill his wish like a mother.
Forget it, I can’t think like that. It seems a bit criminal.
Suddenly, Lanqi seemed to be locked by several magical powers.
Just now, he displayed his magical powers, and just like last time, the vampire ancestors in the underground of Saint Trick discovered that he, Pope Saint Polante, had arrived.
"Why, you're still hesitating to welcome me?"
Without a moment's hesitation, he asked,
"Then I'll come on my own."
Lanqi, along with the voice, followed the magic power to grab the opening of Blood Moon City.
He took a step toward the south bank, and the scene around him suddenly changed.
The world was spinning around him, he felt a little off balance, and entered a certain barrier.
The surrounding buildings and trees fell rapidly upwards, and the sound of wind whistled in my ears.
He was falling downward at a very fast speed, and all he could see was the upside-down city.
Countless buildings seemed to be embedded in the darkness, upside down and tilted, completely ignoring the law of gravity. Gorgeous wooden buildings were embedded in castle-like stone walls, flashing a mixture of bright and scarlet light. The stacked houses were lined up in rows, interlacing into geometric patterns with concave and convex shapes and clear edges and corners.
"Your Holiness, why are you here?"
The teasing voice echoed around like a declaration from God.
The entire city seemed to stretch out toward the sky in despair, and then fall helplessly toward the center of the earth.
"Why, you don't welcome me?"
The Pope in a silver-white mask was hanging upside down with his hands behind his back, falling freely towards the Blood King's Palace.
He had removed his disguise and was ready for battle.
"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.
After dancing for an unknown amount of time, he was enveloped by an extremely large palace.
The wide corridor in front of him suddenly disappeared and reappeared somewhere else. The door of the room suddenly shifted, leading to a completely different space. The stairs wound around and around, with no end. The doors on both sides of the long and narrow corridor kept opening and closing, revealing a horrifying scene. The surging sea of blood was pitch black, as if it could swallow everything.
Suddenly, a gorgeous sliding door opened in front of him.
He crossed and his fall began to slow.
Lanqi glanced around and slowly landed in the center of the palace's circular square.
Thirteen huge stone pillars stand around the square, each of which is engraved with a gem totem corresponding to the ancestor.
"Welcome to Blood Moon City, Pope Saint Polante."
In the bottomless fog at the edge of the Blood King's Palace Square, the owner of the voice gradually appeared.
The third ancestor, Lachar, has a handsome face, skin as white as porcelain, and soft brown hair that falls to his shoulders.
He was dressed in a pure black velvet suit with the golden coat of arms of the noble family of Horning embroidered on the lapel.
The third ancestor, Duke Lachar, at first glance, seems to be just a rich little boy from St. Trinian, but when you look directly into his eyes, you will find that his red eyes are bottomless, revealing an age far beyond his appearance.
"I didn't expect you to come here. It looks like you want to cause trouble for us law-abiding vampires today?"
The third ancestor, Duke Lachar, had a faint smile on his face.
"As for the remaining few, stop hiding and come out."
The Pope in the silver mask did not say a word to the Third Ancestor. He looked at the fog behind him and locked his eyes on the other ancestors.
A blazing white lightning burst out from his palm and shot straight into the sky, making the entire Blood Moon City as bright as day. Countless bright spots of light quickly gathered in the air and turned into a giant lightning net, covering the Blood Moon City from all directions.
"Don't start right away, Your Holiness."
A purple-red magic barrier quickly formed around the third ancestor, Lachar, blocking the lightning net outside.
The two magical powers collided violently in mid-air, causing a deafening roar.
Pope Saint Polante kept his hand motionless, maintaining the light thunder.
But gradually, this collision was fruitless.
"Oh, even the invincible Pope Saint Polante is no better than this."
The third ancestor, Duke Lachar, sneered.
A magic circle formed on the ground covering several kilometers beneath his feet, emitting magic power far exceeding the magic burst from the Pope just now.
The purple-red light spots all over the sky circulated wildly in the Blood King's Palace, transforming into giant red python chains that whistled towards the Pope's light array, causing the air to stagnate.
"..."
The silver-masked Pope did not answer, but cast a spell to quickly form a rock seal shield in front of him.
During the clash between Pope Saint Polante and the third ancestor Lachar, fine cracks appeared on the rock shield, and it was shaky and in danger of crumbling.
Countless dazzling rays of light burst out from the Pope's body, interweaving into thousands of light wheels in mid-air, carrying a tremendous force, sweeping straight towards the third ancestor, Lachar.
The two destructive forces collided violently in the void, and the entire Blood King Palace erupted with a loud noise that shook the earth and sky.
The spells of both sides collapsed in an instant, and the Pope's mask slowly fell down.
The third ancestor Lashar on the opposite side looked quite relaxed.
"Alas, Pope, you are still the same as always. You don't understand what people say. You are so weak, but you still don't understand the situation. Do you really think you are still the invincible Pope Saint Polante?"
As if confirming the Pope's current weakness, Lachar shook his head.
The fact that the Pope could fight him on equal terms with the power of the sun meant that, as the divination indicated, the Pope was not far from death.
"..."
Lan Qi remained silent.
"Lanqi, you're such an actor! You're really going to fight exactly the same as you did last time, right?"
Talia asked Lanqi in her heart.
As we all know, you have to make a nest before fishing. It would be bad if you scare away the other blood clan ancestors.
The raging flames, the blindingly red fire like liquid, swept across the entire square, turning the dark Blood Palace Square into a crimson abyss.
The flames also began to burn Pope Saint Polante.
"Don't just stand there, come and entertain the guests together."
The third ancestor, Duke Lachar, turned his head and looked toward the sky meaningfully, with a smile on his lips, and shouted to the figures in the blood mist at the edge of the Blood King Palace Square.
At this moment, Pope Saint Polante had no time to react.
"Die, Pope!"
All he saw was a figure in front of him.
The figure had a frown on his face and a provocative smile on his lips. His military uniform was torn apart at the moment his power exploded.
His right hand stretched forward violently and almost hit Pope Saint Polante in the cheek.
When the explosion sounded throughout the Blood King's Palace, dust flew everywhere and the figure of Pope Saint Polante flashed and he barely managed to dodge it.
He looked very disheveled, but actually there was not a speck of dust on the corners of his clothes.
Before he could completely land on the ground and stand firmly, a faint feminine fragrance began to waft towards him.
"Don't be careless, Somerset. Even if he just fell from the ninth level, you are no match for him."
A cold young female voice came from the blood mist. She appeared in the Blood King's Palace wearing a dark purple gauze dress.
"Four years ago, he had just reached the ninth level and sealed the second ancestor, Prince Salvatore, and the fifth ancestor, Duke Mordecai. It was then that we decided not to provoke him again."
She closed her eyes tightly, and her eyelashes cast a shadow in the firelight, making the teardrop mole under her eye more eye-catching.
The seventh ancestor, Marquis Helitiel, reminded the eighth ancestor, Marquis Somerset.
The moment she appeared, the magic power of the third ancestor, Duke Lachar, and the power aura of the eighth ancestor, Marquis Somerset, began to rise.
"We gave this short-lived creature mercy and a dignified end, but that doesn't mean he can come to Blood Moon City to provoke us."
Before the battle began, another voice floated out.
"Your Holiness, you look delicious."
The blood mist condensed into the ninth ancestor, Marquis Bernhard. He was wearing an off-white silk shirt with a black velvet vest on the outside and an emerald green bow tie at his collar. His golden brown curly hair hung loosely on his forehead, slightly covering his red eyes.
He walked towards Pope Saint Paul with a smile, revealing a row of neat white teeth, as respectful as a gentleman inviting a guest to take a seat.
The divination of the seventh ancestor, Helithiel, was absolutely correct.
The Pope probably only has one or two days to live. Perhaps he has discovered something and came to St. Terrick alone in a rage.
The four ancestors looked at each other from a distance, all looking down at Lanqi.
"Why does His Holiness look so quiet? Does he realize what will happen to him next?"
The third ancestor, Lachar, asked from a distance.
"No, I'm just glad you all came to see me so enthusiastically."
Lanqi showed no expression under the silver-white mask. He put his hands behind his back and raised his head slightly.
"To be honest, I don't quite understand your impulsive behavior of coming to Blood Moon City alone. It was really a stupid move."
The ninth ancestor, Bernhard, paced in the square of the Blood King's Palace. As a vampire scholar, he seemed most interested in talking to the Pope.
"Either you start a war and watch the civilians of the Horning Empire get caught up in the flames of war, or you continue to be Pope Saint Polante and die in a peaceful and prosperous era. These are obviously both good choices..."
He analyzed for the Pope like a military advisor.
Unfortunately, humans always have a certain emotion. The more heroic a person is, the more likely he is to become impulsive when he is old. Even Pope Saint Paul made this mistake in his later years.
"So what do you think I should do?"
Lanqi asked with interest.
He didn't mind observing the interior of Blood Moon City a little longer.
"Hum hum."
The ninth ancestor, Marquis Bernhard, shook his head and chuckled.
"As for my suggestion, just wait!"
Suddenly, a red halo lit up around the Ninth Ancestor, and magic power boiled and surged in his body, becoming violent and out of control in the blink of an eye.
Countless scarlet eyeballs condensed out from him, covering his entire body, staring at the Pope in front of him ferociously and greedily.
These eyeballs came from special enemies that Bernhard had devoured. The talents of those poor and extremely talented creatures were taken away by him, and now they have become terrifying weapons for Marquis Bernhard.
As the magic power raged, the gentleman's originally handsome appearance gradually became distorted, and the original facial features were covered by those densely packed eyeballs.
The ninth ancestor, Marquis Bernhard, no longer had any trace of humanity left. He showed his sharp teeth, laughed, and ran towards the Pope.
Those eyeballs glowed with a hungry red light, as if to devour everything in front of them.
The buried Pope, who is already so weak, can die peacefully here with them!
"What's the rush?"
The third ancestor, Duke Lachar, also laughed.
He knew that Bernhard wanted to devour Pope Saint Polante very much.
however.
The silver-masked Pope simply raised his arm and struck at the Ninth Ancestor who had pounced in front of him.
Air pressure and explosions spread everywhere.
The pupils of the three ancestors in the distance all shrank violently.
Their blood-red pupils reflected the mottled colors of the stars and rain.
The ninth ancestor Bernhard was slapped by the Pope and turned into a bloody mist!
"How is it possible... to be so strong...?"
The ninth ancestor, Marquis Bernhard, had his head cracked open, emitting a hoarse, trembling voice.
Before he could recover and condense, the criss-crossing rocks merged together and sealed him completely.
The mosaic stone pillar was pressed to the ground by Lanqi with one hand.
The remaining three ancestors were all stunned.
According to their intelligence and divination results.
All of this shows that the Pope should have been weakened to the point where they could defeat him.
But at this moment.
This scary man in white robe.
There is no difference between slapping the Ninth Ancestor to death and killing a mosquito.
Defeat him...?
What a joke!
Can a vampire fight this monster? !
It's good enough to make him enjoy himself a little bit!!
(End of this chapter)