NOVEL NEXT Chapter 789: Lancros's Fate
Chapter 789: Lancros's Fate
The eighth ancestor, the Marquis of Somerset, subconsciously took a half step back and tensed his muscles.
But he was stared at by the gloomy eyes of the third ancestor, Duke Lachar.
"..."
The third ancestor, Lachar, once again turned his attention to the Pope.
They were all convinced that Pope Saint Polante must have fallen from the ninth level and was on the verge of the end of his short human life.
A mere eighth-rank old pope coming to Blood Moon City alone is undoubtedly courting death.
Lanclos should have fought with their ancestors in despair, and then had his glass body shattered, leaving only half of his body, cut into an ugly human pig, and been held in the hands of others to be humiliated. He should have seen the fact that the sacrifice of a group of insects was meaningless, and ended his incompetent life in despair.
He shouldn't and couldn't possibly be maintaining his peak form far beyond that of four years ago!
This is completely different from the result of Heritel's divination.
"Your Holiness, do you have any misunderstanding with us?"
The third ancestor, Duke Lachar, turned his gaze to the Pope in the distance, and the boy's voice became much more solemn as he asked him.
"You want to reconcile?"
Lan Qi asked in surprise.
"of course."
The third ancestor, Lachar, nodded sincerely.
Helitiel's divination cannot be wrong. It is a miracle that the Pope can live until now. His fate is an unchangeable fact. In a few days at most, the Pope will be buried.
Three years ago, when they created the illusion of peace and reached a surrender compromise, the Pope was not so strong and could not even break into Blood Moon City.
In recent years, they have been making preparations to prevent the Pope from causing trouble for them and taking revenge on them.
There's no point in going head-on with this guy right now.
"You must be joking."
Lanqi was made to laugh by the third ancestor.
It's a bit insulting to one's intelligence.
I also want to make him stop fighting once more, and wait until he dies before revealing my true colors.
"I still like your unruly look."
The White Robe Pope commented on the third ancestor, Duke Lachar.
"Pope, don't be so aggressive. We have been following the Oberon Convention. Are you the one who wants to break the peace that we have worked so hard to establish and become a sinner for all eternity, making all the sacrifices of your friends in vain?"
The eighth ancestor, the Marquis of Somerset, pointed at Lanqi and shouted angrily.
"I finally understand why Toliado specifically wanted to kill you."
Not only was Lanqi not angry, he also sighed with relief.
He was on the second floor of the Brillda Opera House at the time, and hadn't yet paid attention to why the Dimension Bishop Toliado chose Somerset, the tough vampire warrior, as his opponent.
Now it seems that Somerset does meet Toliado's standards for entertainment.
If Somerset had offended and angered the great demon general Toliado after being unsealed for tens of thousands of years, Toliado would naturally teach Somerset what it means to be punished by evil.
"Who is Toliado?"
Somerset frowned in confusion.
He found the Pope somewhat baffling.
"You will know in tens of thousands of years."
Lanci replied with a chuckle beneath his mask.
"Tens of thousands of years later..."
This unintentional remark, which did not sound like a joke, caused a trace of confusion to flash across the eyes of the seventh ancestor, Marquis Helitier.
"Pope, which timeline are you in now?"
Heritel seemed to have discovered an extremely horrifying fact and questioned the Pope.
"you guess."
Lanqi knew that as a vampire astrologer, Helitier had a natural sensitivity to the timeline, just like the demon observer Pranai.
"Is this reality... or the future you observed... But if you come from the past, how can you know the future tens of thousands of years later..."
The more the seventh ancestor Helithiel thought about it, the more frightened he became, and the angrier he became.
"Just think of it as me lying to you."
Lanqi spread his hands casually.
"Lanqi, you've messed up her mind, haha."
Talia laughed as she watched the fight.
She discovered that the greatest fear for an astrologer is disrupting the astrologer's sense of time.
Of course, it was impossible for Helitiel to understand that this place was actually the future of the past for the enemy.
"Pope, you used eternal punishment on yourself?"
Helitiel still couldn't understand, but one thing was certain, the blood-red pupils were filled with anger.
The Pope could come and kill so decisively, looking as if he knew everything, and could use eternal punishment of immortality on himself so cruelly, maintaining his status, regardless of the cost and consequences. He must have seen something!
"correct."
Lanqi put his hand on his cheek and tilted his mask to the side, allowing them to see the black mark on his left cheek that was climbing like a centipede.
"So don't expect me to get weak, or for you to escape."
He spoke frankly and told them the answer.
The cheek half covered by the silver mask, the playful eyelids on the top of the black centipede, and the emerald green pupils emitting a clear and cold light made the three ancestors feel frightened.
"You crazy person..."
They had never seen such an evil Pope Saint Polante.
It's like being completely possessed by a demon.
"Demons, demons again. Sure enough, that bastard Kaliela left behind some secret treasure of the demons that allowed you to predict the future!"
The third ancestor, Duke Lachar, shouted angrily,
"Lancros... you are a dead but not stiff thing... do you really have to stand in our way?!"
The Third Ancestor finally stopped hiding the ferocity in his eyes. He understood that he would have a life-and-death battle with Pope Saint Polante today. The blood-red magic power kept rising.
The most terrifying thing about this magic, [Immortal and Eternal Punishment], is not when it is used on the enemy, but when it is used on oneself.
No one knows what negative effects this unbreakable curse will have on oneself.
Perhaps what awaits him will be a punishment in which his body decays but his soul remains immortal, a punishment that he will never be able to escape from for the rest of his life.
Even so, Pope Saint Polante came to take them away before he died.
"You won't hunt me, you will only hunt those who are unarmed. I must block your way, and I will always block your way."
Lanqi put his hands back behind his back, and circles of lightning spread out from under his feet, creating ripples on the stone slabs until Yongyao illuminated the entire Blood Moon City.
His eyes, like the coldest ice lake in winter, stared at his opponent through the sharp edge of lightning.
At this moment, the waterfall roared like thunder.
Like a gnat devouring a whale, the incandescent storm swept across the entire Blood Moon City!
"Ahhhh!!!"
In the pure lightning that washed away all the filth in the world, the three ancestors all let out mournful cries like evil spirits.
"Use the thunder magic you are not good at. Don't look down on us!"
Among the three ancestors, only he could barely move within this full-range compound spell of light and thunder.
Duke Lachar launched the first attack.
Blood-red magic power surged around him, and his eyes instantly turned pitch black, almost like two bottomless black holes.
Countless dark red mental tentacles rapidly extended from his body, covering the entire battlefield like a dense forest of thorns.
"No matter how strong your will is, it will be nothing but dust in the wind before my spiritual magic!"
Lachar sneered and controlled the tentacles to attack Lanqi directly.
"Don't forget, you still have the mental scars I left on you."
This weak human being's spiritual world has long been riddled with holes. Any seemingly forged firmness is only because the weak Lanclos can only grasp such a lonely future!
"is it?"
However, the moment the tentacles touched Lanci, it was as if they had hit an invisible wall. They instantly broke into pieces and turned into blood-red afterglow that dissipated into the air.
Lachar's eyes widened, unable to believe that the mental magic he was so proud of had no effect.
He was 100% sure that this guy was Lanclos, and he still had the mental scars he had given him.
That was the scar caused by a ninth-level epic spell.
Why can he ignore it?
"Are you really Lanclos?! You have his powers and memories, but a flawless mind. Who are you?!"
Rachel shouted.
"I am here to listen to your cries."
Lanqi looked calm, as if nothing had happened.
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.
"Are you really... human...?"
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 completely different.
It was like he sublimated all the great sufferings and hardships that he swallowed, learned how to digest them and make tea, awakened from everything he was obsessed with, removed the last blind spot in his soul, used pain to highlight joy, let danger reveal the lingering sweetness, and finally understood the world through great enlightenment!
"Don't underestimate humans. These are the humans that your blood race gave birth to during the blood moon. Now it's your turn to face the consequences."
Lanqi stared at the three ancestors in front of him, the corners of his lips slightly raised, exuding a confidence that made the ancestors shudder.
"I don't agree!! Humans can't resist us!! It's doomed!!"
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 just waved his hand lightly, and the storm spread in front of him, blocking all the attacks.
The moment the tentacles touched the wind blades, they hissed as if they had encountered a raging fire and exploded into pieces.
Lachar's mental attack was also completely defeated and was all cut off by the wind blades, which caused Lachar himself to suffer serious injuries, with blood constantly flowing out of his mouth.
The eighth ancestor Somerset took advantage of this gap and rushed forward with a roar.
His muscles bulged and became as hard as cast steel.
"Pope, do you dare to take my fist head-on?"
Each of his punches contained the power to destroy the heavens and the earth; the wind from his punches was so fierce that the air around him was shattered.
Even though the Pope was at the ninth level and could cause multiple damage to their vampires, his body was not strong enough to withstand his punches, and he returned unscathed!
Facing this ferocious beast, Lanqi seemed to be at ease.
He dodged Somerset's attacks deftly, his movements as light and graceful as if he were dancing.
Somerset's fists always missed and hit the ground, stirring up dust all over the sky, but Lanqi felt no pain at all, and not even a speck of dust got on the corners of his clothes.
"You will also be able to sneak attack."
Lanqi dodged and said with a smile.
He seized the opportunity, and at the moment Somerset threw another punch, he slashed at his right arm with a blade.
With a crisp sound of "crack", Somerset's right arm was cut off at the root and blood gushed out.
"what!!!"
Somerset uttered a scream and stepped back in pain.
He looked at his broken right arm in disbelief, his face full of shock and fear.
Before he could distance himself, the ghostly figure in a white robe and mask, holding a silver-white serrated halo, chopped down at his neck.
In just a few breaths, Somerset was cut into several pieces.
The seventh ancestor, Helitiel, knew that something was wrong when he saw that the other two ancestors had been defeated one after another.
She quickly healed and supported the two ancestors, and tried to predict Lanqi's next move.
Countless stars twinkled before her eyes, outlining an intricate timeline.
"Somerset, hold on a little longer! Lachar, get out of the way, he's targeting you!"
Helitiel used the invisible magic lines that linked magic to guide the actions of Lachar and Somerset.
With her prediction, the two's offensive finally stopped being monotonous and they began to find the right time. Lanqi seemed to have seen through it all.
He always managed to react one step ahead, appearing where Helitiel didn't expect him, and even turning his head to look at Helitiel with a smile.
Gradually, Helitiel's thoughts became more and more panicked. Not only did her predictions fail to help her companions, but instead pushed them into dangerous situations time and time again.
"You, how could you?"
Her eyes widened in disbelief.
As the most outstanding astrologer among the vampires, her predictions had never failed, but today she was easily seen through by Lanqi, which completely overturned her cognition.
Even if he had used special methods to divine the strategies of their blood clan, he himself did not have the talent and ability for divination, and it was impossible for him to constantly counter her predictions in battle.
"Don't you understand?"
Lanci chuckled and waved his hand to release a series of rock spikes, nailing Somerset to the ground and making him unable to move.
He instantly came to Lachar's side, put one foot on Lachar's back, and sat on Lachar leisurely as if it were an air chair.
"As long as I'm playing randomly, you can't predict what I'm going to do next."
Lanqi is always changing his attack intentions.
If there are several possibilities for each attack, give randomness to each possibility and he chooses at random.
"Don't go too far!"
The third ancestor, Lachar, roared wildly, but he could not move the Pope, who was as heavy as a mountain, off his back.
No enemy has ever dared to fight them to the death with such contempt!
"Let go of Rashaar!"
The eighth ancestor, the Marquis of Somerset, whose body had been reconstructed, was furious upon seeing this.
His eyes were bloodshot and his muscles were expanded to the limit, making him look like a mad beast.
He raised his left fist and punched Lanqi. Wherever the fist passed, the void was smashed to pieces and the heaven and earth were shaking.
Lanci was unhurried.
He nimbly moved sideways, barely avoiding the brute force attack. Then, he placed one hand on Somerset's arm, and reached up with the other hand, striking Somerset's forehead like lightning. An incomparably pure light poured in from his fingertips, rampaging through Somerset's body.
Somerset let out a shrill scream and felt as if all the blood in his body was purified.
"Somerset, get out of the way!"
Lachar tried his best to mobilize magic power and condensed a huge blood-red magic mirror in front of him.
Lanqi's figure was reflected in the mirror, but there was something subtly different about it.
The Lanqi in the mirror had empty eyes, a pale face, and an ominous aura shrouded his whole body.
"Look, Pope! This is the reflection of your heart!"
Lachar smiled grimly.
"You appear righteous on the surface, but in your heart you hide endless darkness. You are no different from us!"
Whenever the Pope loses consciousness, the Black Pope in the mirror will come out and become his summoned creature.
Lanqi just stared at the magic mirror, with a hint of indifference on the corner of his mouth.
"Rachel."
He said softly, the wind blew gently, curling his silver hair.
"You can only say that the side you see is black, but you can't prove that the side you don't see is not pure white. What if there are half-black and half-white goats in the world?"
He raised his hand, and the illusion in the mirror shattered and turned into specks of light.
The real Ranchi stood there, surrounded by a soft and bright halo.
He is like the warm spring sun, always pure and flawless.
Lachar's eyes widened, unable to believe that the counter-magic he was so proud of was defeated so easily.
They fought hard.
And the opponents seem to be playing with them.
Lachar roared angrily and summoned out a vast swarm of blood-red tentacles once again, vowing to tear Lanqi into pieces.
Lanqi just waved his hand casually, and the bright arc of light cut off all the tentacles.
He approached Rashar, and every step he took gave the illusion that the ground was shaking.
Lachar's magic was as fragile as a paper castle in front of him and collapsed in the blink of an eye.
Lanqi stretched out his right hand and pressed it on Rachar's forehead.
A blazing white light surged in the palm of his hand, like the scorching sun.
"Ah..."
Lachar let out shrill screams and felt as if his brain was pierced by countless needles and his soul was burning.
Somerset attacked frantically, using every means he could, but Lanci's figure was like an insurmountable silver-white barrier, neutralizing all attacks.
"Somerset, retreat! Be careful of his lightning strike!"
While controlling the starlight, Helitiel shouted using a communication channel that only their vampires could hear.
But her warnings were always a beat late.
Before Lachard could run and Somerset could not react, they were hit by Lanqi's attack.
Somerset was pierced through the arm by a series of rock spikes, while Lachar was struck in the chest by a thunderous electric shock.
"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.
A giant blade of light suddenly took shape, spanning the battlefield. Wherever it passed, blood splattered and broken limbs fell.
The third ancestor, Duke Lachar, the eighth ancestor, Marquis Somerset, and the seventh ancestor, Marquis Helitier, had no time to dodge and their bodies were cut off by the light blades, and screams were heard everywhere.
Seeing this, Heritel finally panicked.
She burned her magic power frantically to search for the key point on the timeline that could reverse the situation, but every line led to the same ending - chaos.
She fell to her knees in despair, the starlight shattered before her eyes, no longer able to point the way forward.
"Why can't I win..."
Hritiel murmured tremblingly.
Lanqi stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at the three wounded ancestors.
"I said, I will always stop your blood moon from destroying the world."
He spoke slowly, his voice calm.
He stretched out his hand, and dark, clear rock pillars rose from the ground, forming an indestructible cage.
The three ancestors struggled to escape, but their bodies were firmly restrained by an invisible force and they could not move.
"For those of you who have no idea what eternity means, it's time to reveal the answer to you."
Lanqi no longer used elemental magic to play with them, but instead used his sealing technique, [Immortal Punishment] and [Chimera Edict].
"This cage is formed by my will, and it can last for at least tens of thousands of years. Don't even think about leaving. Repent here until the day we meet again."
As soon as he finished speaking, the rock pillar 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.
"I am the third ancestor after the True King and the Prince. It's not that easy to seal me!"
The third ancestor, Duke Lachar, held on to the chimeric rock pillar and wrestled with it, shouting angrily,
"If that damned True King hadn't abandoned us, how could we have lost to you!"
Lachar's red eyes were full of unwillingness.
"So you are actually abandoned failures?"
Lanqi asked, staring at the third ancestor Lachar who was about to be covered by the rock pillar in confusion.
"no!!!"
Rachel shouted at the top of his lungs.
Duke Lachar was dragged into the crisscross stone pillars by an invisible force, but he did not accept his fate. He fought with all his might, his eyes were bloodshot, veins bulged, and blood foamed from the corners of his mouth.
"See you in tens of thousands of years, Lachar."
The mosaic stone pillars, like the door of a confessional, made a dull sound under the push of Lanqi's magic. As the gap slowly closed, the other person in the eyes of Lanqi and Lachar was gradually obscured by darkness.
"Lancros, do you really think you won?! Do you think we are not prepared for anything?!"
Rachel yelled, hoarse and frantic,
"You thought that sealing us would end everything?!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he burst into a creepy laugh.
The laughter echoed over the ruins of the Blood King's Palace, and it seemed to tear apart the space of Blood Moon City.
Lanqi frowned, but didn't take it too seriously.
He raised his hand to continue sealing the third ancestor, Lachar, and turned to leave, ready to completely end this blood moon-ravaged world, but he heard Lachar's next words.
"The Honing Empire is doomed! All citizens in the south have been infected by the blood poison of the Second Ancestor, and I am the one suppressing their demonization. Once I am sealed, all the people of Honing will become demons, and the Saint Polante Pope's territory in the north will also suffer!"
After saying this, Lachal laughed heartily, ignoring the blood he was coughing up.
They have been prepared to destroy the Church of Saint Polante for many years, and the residents of the Honing Empire can be buried together. They can then slowly cultivate obedient two-legged sheep.
It has to be said that the technology of the Honing Empire's testing ground is a good thing. After being researched and improved by their blood clan, the people of Honing have unknowingly consumed a large amount of demon toxins in their lives over the years.
If you want to turn someone into a demon, all you need to do is reduce the mental suppression!
"Ahahahaha! Hahaha! You didn't expect that the means used by the Honing Empire to save itself against us vampires would become our last card to destroy the Honing Empire."
The shrill laughter echoed in the Blood King's Palace Square.
Lanqi paused.
He turned around, and a barely perceptible hesitation flashed in his green eyes.
But soon, those eyes regained their firmness.
“Lanclos, what should you do?! Watching this world being destroyed, you still try your best to kill them. Then, as a demon, you are mixed up with these demons, and the surviving witnesses in the future think that you are the one who started this catastrophe…”
As the mosaic rock pillars were completely sealed, Lachar's voice also disappeared in the Blood King's Palace.
At the same time, the ground began to shake violently, forcing Lanqi to steady himself and look up at the sky.
He felt that above the Blood Moon City, the territory of the Honing Empire was filled with turbid air, demons were dancing wildly, the earth was roaring, and blood was everywhere.
It was still daytime before, but now it seemed like a solar eclipse had begun, and the miasma that covered the sky and the sun enveloped the entire Horning Empire.
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.
The earth cracked and collapsed in the tremor, and cracks spread like a spider web.
The St. Trinian complex collapsed and turned into ruins.
The people's cries and shouts for help were heard one after another, but were soon drowned out by even more terrifying sounds.
Groups of residents twisted and distorted in pain and panic, turning into horrific demons.
They have lost their humanity and reason, leaving only bloodlust and desire for destruction.
Even more people turned into corpses in the chaos, trampling and biting before they could even remember to transform into violent demons.
In the Honing Empire, everyone is a demon.
Wherever they passed, forests were instantly swallowed up, rivers were cut off and diverted, hills were razed to the ground, city-states were as fragile as cardboard in front of them, churches were easily crushed, and the wreckage of buildings fell like raindrops.
The air was filled with the pungent smell of blood and flesh. The once prosperous city-state was now nothing but ruins and a living hell. The entire country was shrouded in death.
"Lanqi, what should we do?"
Talia's heart was beating rapidly at this moment, and she asked in panic.
She figured out the causes and effects of the previous simulation and this simulation in the Honing Empire.
Once it turns into a berserk failed demon, it will burn its life until death, and its combat power will increase exponentially!
The North is simply unable to stop this overwhelming wave of world-destroying demons!
The sealing of the third ancestor, Duke Lachar, resulted in an equally terrible ending.
"..."
Lanqi stood on the underground ruins, looking up at everything, with no expression on his face.
But his fists were clenched tighter and tighter.
Lanqi stared into the distance, with light flickering in his green eyes. For a moment, he saw the shadow of the future, a beautiful world without the tyranny of the vampires and where humans lived and worked in peace.
This must also be the future that Lanclos saw when he used the Mirror of Tiberius for the second time.
"Even a chosen throne needs someone to sit on it calmly."
He murmured, his voice as solid as a rock.
He seemed to have understood.
【This is--】
【The fate of Lancroce.】
(End of this chapter)