Do not confiscate my citizenship

Chapter 792: Lanqi's atrocities are all for merit

In the spacious and luxurious executive suite on the top floor of Purgatory Corridor College, no matter how the wind and snow are blowing outside the window, the room is always bathed in soft light.

Occasionally, the signal from the magic communication device would light up in front of the desk.

Lanqi's eyes moved towards the light.

Compared with the previous two simulations, this one was six or seven hours later, and the initial time was already evening.

As the principal, he seemed to have been dreaming in the principal's office all day and didn't even pay attention to the missed calls.

According to Lanqi's understanding of the principal's office, the secretary should have contacted him during the day, but he did not respond.

If it wasn't something too important, the secretary wouldn't come to the principal's office to disturb him, so the information would be stuck.

"I don't know if others will worry about us if we disappear from Purgatory Corridor Academy today."

Talia missed Hyperion and Sigra.

"I told Lysandra my plans for today in advance. She should have told them."

Lanqi touched the communication magic device and read the messages on it.

He didn't think too much about the things outside the Mirror of Tiberius, but focused on the things in front of him.

At the moment, it seemed that if he didn't make a choice, every minute he stayed in the principal's office would be a minute of time passing.

At this stage, there was very little he could do in the principal's office.

He has almost no contact with the outside world and cannot use Lanclos's high-level spells.

A closer feeling is the town safety mode.

If you want to use Lanclos's power to travel far and fast, or fight entirely using Lanclos' ninth-level body, you must choose the "personal intervention" option.

When Lanqi thought of this, the information from the Mirror of Tiberius in front of him also stopped, and the first branch appeared.

You will choose:

A. Immortality and Eternal Punishment

[B. Go to the Demon King's Castle]

【C. Return to the Church】

[D. Personal intervention]

[Life remaining: 5 days, 04 hours, 30 minutes]

Lanqi stood in front of his desk, turned off the communication magic device, and looked at the options this time.

This simulation was based on the premise that Lanclos had already had the experience of the previous two simulations, and the intelligence he held had also changed accordingly.

However, the initial options are no different from the second simulation.

Compared to the initial simulation, the only change is that the original first option 'Stay' has been eliminated.

Because after Lanclos learned about the unrest in the Horning Empire in the south, it would be impossible for him to sit still.

"Nothing to consider."

Lanci had little hesitation about the option of the Mirror of Tiberius, as it was too familiar to him.

After he finished reading, his hand had already selected the immortality and eternal punishment option on the light screen.

"You really don't have any stress disorder at all."

Talia sighed in his mind.

Knowing the price of immortality and eternal punishment, she was very afraid of this spell.

If Tamisa hadn't helped them pull the plug, the real penalty of this spell might have been "infinity."

She was really scared last time.

There is no end in sight.

Now she still feels like she has survived a disaster.

But when she thought about the fact that in history, Lanclos actually had to use immortal punishment once more besides the Mirror of Tiberius, Talia felt very sad.

In reality, no one can save him.

It is only when Lancros faces the end of the blood moon that he needs to make a real decision.

While Talia was thinking about it, the eternal punishment of immortality chosen by Lanqi also began.

In an instant, the office in front of him began to be filled with overwhelming black fog and magical power.

The originally stable magical power of the barrier on the office wall began to fluctuate. Pulled by the mysterious rules, the lights became dimmer.

Enormous magical power gathered in the air in front of the principal's desk, and the supreme power of the demon world emitted the same fluctuations as the black sun.

The magic power of the black mist gathered and weaved, and the air began to tremble, until it finally enveloped Lanci, forming a black poisonous snake around him, and finally the lingering black mist shrank and rushed into his face.

When the spell engraved in the black mist fell on Lanqi's left cheek, the surrounding magical fluctuations gradually subsided, the light dissipated, and everything returned to normal.

[Even if you know the consequences of using immortal punishment. 】

[You still resolutely used it, no matter what kind of eternal punishment you would suffer. ]

[You know, this is the only way to maintain the state——]

【Complete your final mission.】

"This time, the two of us will have to stay in the void for an unknown period of time again."

Talia sighed.

Although Tamisa will help them cut off the energy supply according to Lanqi's two-hour deadline, it is not known how much the deviation will be.

Once a few minutes are extra, it may become days or even months for them where time flows faster in the Mirror of Tiberius.

"I'm sorry for making you suffer with me."

Lanqi took off his mask briefly, looked at his reflection which looked more like a demon, and said with some guilt.

I clearly said that I wanted to let Talia enjoy herself.

In the end, Talia was dragged into the suffering as well.

"What are you talking about? I've been living such a good life every day since I was with you. What's wrong with us sharing the difficulties?"

Talia said righteously,

"As long as I'm here, you'll never be alone."

Knowing the world of nothingness after eternal punishment of immortality, it was even more impossible for her to let Lanci enter the Mirror of Tiberius alone.

The feeling of two people being trapped in a void space is completely different from that of one person being trapped in a void space. At least it won't be as lonely.

"Thank you, Master. I now realize that I was wrong in my previous assessment of you."

Lanqi put the mask back on his face, covering the spell that was engraved on his cheek like a black centipede. He felt the forbidden power within himself that would never wither.

This way he won't see any signs that he's getting weaker.

"What review?"

Thalia asked curiously.

"You should also be a popular type of woman."

Lanci answered sincerely.

"..."

For a moment, Talia was a little confused as to whether Lanqi was praising her or insulting her.

This speaking habit is really strange.

she thought.

The demonic words on the Mirror of Tiberius continued to appear.

You will go to:

[A. Naikaris]

【B. St. Trinian】

【C. Hesharem】

[D. Personal intervention]

[Life remaining: 5 days, 04 hours, 29 minutes]

New options emerge.

"No, does this Lord Tiberius have obsessive-compulsive disorder? He even broke the Hersarem into neat lengths?"

When Talia saw the third option, she was stunned for a moment before she realized that this was the capital of Saint Polante, Hersharem.

"Hershareim is Heshareim when you pronounce it fast. There is nothing wrong with that."

Lanqi agreed.

There are many ways to transliterate Hesharem in different languages, and it is not wrong to call it Hesharem.

As for Nakalis and Saint Tric, they are the capital of the Demon Realm and the capital of the Honing Empire respectively.

Don't even think about going there for now.

"So are you going to go back to the capital of Saint Polante this time?"

Talia understood what Ranci would choose, but seeing that he had not yet decided on the option, she asked him.

"I have one more thing to do before I leave."

Lanqi pressed the communication magic button in the principal's office.

Although Lanclos's true power cannot be used without making a choice, even his range of action is limited and time will continue to elapse.

But it didn't have any impact if he just used some existing items in the principal's office.

This kind of small movement is something that can be done in the illusion, and he has verified it in the previous two simulations. At the selected moments in many fragmentary scenes, he can participate in them lightly by his own will.

In fact, it is okay to use personal intervention now.

But he wanted to save the opportunity to fight in person for the attack on Blood Moon City.

He also needs to take note of the layout of Blood Moon City.

"What can you do now?"

Thalia was confused.

She felt that Lanqi had little room to develop in the principal's office.

Of course, she could also understand Lanqi's necessity to experience Blood Moon City.

First of all, there are tens of thousands of years between the blood moon's destruction and the present world.

They have confirmed this at least dozens of times since the first time they came into contact with the Blood Moon Destruction, but some people just can't figure it out and are arguing about the timeline on the Ikerite Student Forum.

In addition, any country in this era of blood moon destruction, including the demon world, and any country in the present world have already undergone tremendous changes and have become different.

Only the ruins of Blood Moon City, which are sealed under the southern continent, will not change much in tens of thousands of years.

The ultimate seal of Lanclos's eternal punishment of immortality on the vampires lasts for about tens of thousands of years, so when the time comes for the present world, the vampire ancestors will begin to be unsealed one after another.

Anyone who is similar to the present world in the Blood Moon Era, even if they are similar flowers to Lanqi, is a reincarnation to Talia.

From her understanding of Lanqi, Lanqi once gained a "memory of another world" after breaking into the Church of the Goddess of Destiny while drunk, where he was a main beauty and knew some things about the present and future timelines.

We cannot rule out the possibility that Lanclos traveled through time and space to another world before reincarnating as Lanci, but what Lanci, as the main beauty in that world, saw and heard must have been fabricated and arranged by the goddess of fate.

In other words, the "art of beauty" is actually the accumulation of Lanclos and Lanqi's painting talent, which originally belonged to him.

As for "Zhu Mei's understanding of the world", these are nothing more than the results of divination conveyed to him by the goddess of fate in a way that he can accept more.

It even includes a map of Blood Moon City.

The map of Blood Moon City and the information about the ancestors are obviously also Lanclos's knowledge. Lanclos has experienced three simulations and one actual combat, so he must have a deep understanding of Blood Moon City. It is not surprising that he can understand the map of Blood Moon City like the main artist. The appearance of the blood ancestors that Lanclos is familiar with are exactly the same as the ancestors that Lanclos has fought against.

The goddess of fate simply returned Lanclos' knowledge to Lanci without affecting Lanci's self.

Talia believed she had sorted it out clearly enough.

Even a three-year-old child can understand it.

"Of course we need to make some preparations before we set off."

Lanqi picked up the receiver of the communication magic device, waited for the call to be connected, and answered Talia.

Soon, accompanied by a buzzing sound, a beautiful female demon voice was heard from the other side.

"Mr. Principal, are you looking for me?"

The principal's secretary's demonic voice came.

"I'm looking for Sigley, is she there?"

Lanci responded into the microphone.

The secretary's voice was still Lisandra.

But compared to the shadow world, Lysandra in Lancros' timeline is obviously not so relaxed about herself.

If you think about it carefully, if Miss Witch had not lived to the time of the Dark Eclipse Demon Realm in the Third Shadow World, Lanclos would not have met and become friends with Lisandra in the Demon King's City of Nakaris. Later, even if Lisandra was destined to come to Purgatory Corridor Academy to serve as the principal's secretary, Lanclos and Lisandra would have been more like a superior-subordinate relationship.

No matter how easy to talk to Lanclos, he is still an unattainable demon to Lisandra.

"Yes, I'll call her for you. Please wait a moment."

Lysandra replied respectfully.

"Thank you."

Lanqi didn't talk to her much and put the microphone back.

He sat down in the principal's chair and waited.

Looking up at the dome of the principal's office.

"what are you thinking about?"

Seeing that he was bored, Talia started talking to him.

Sometimes she didn't know what Lanqi was thinking. He seemed to be thinking about nothing, but also seemed to be feeling something.

"I'm afraid Sigley has become distant from me, too."

Lanci is not sure what the relationship between Lancroix and Sigra was like in real history.

But judging from the fragments of the Demon King's Palace recorded in Kaliela's Shadow Weaving Record, Lanclos, who was at his most disheartened, was not very kind to Sieglie at first, and just let Sieglie follow him like a burden.

Sieglie, on the other hand, regarded Lanclos as her hope for survival and wanted to obtain his protection and learn from him the power of revenge against the vampires.

It was the land of tenderness that Lanklos fell into in the palace of the devil, which made him see the illusion of the witch lady. Only then did Lanklos untie the knot in his heart and regard Sieglei as his hope of survival and the person he must protect.

dong dong.

There was a knock on the door.

Interrupted Lanqi's thoughts.

"Please come in."

Lanqi looked at the door of the principal's office and preached.

"I am coming."

The light-haired nun pushed the door open and walked in.

Her amethyst eyes met the green eyes of the Pope beneath his mask.

The nun showed a hint of surprise and joy on her face, but she didn't understand why the Pope suddenly came to her.

"Sieglie, come here."

Lanqi said to her, motioning her to close the door and come to the desk, he had something important to discuss with her.

In Lancros' timeline, Siglee was still dressed as a nun, with her long, smooth hair draped over her shoulders. She wore a close-fitting white nun's robe with silver lace on it and a purple ribbon with the Holy Trinity around her waist.

But the aura on her body was still so incredibly powerful, almost at the peak of the eighth level, and she only lacked the accumulation of the power of faith to be promoted to the ninth level.

Lanqi thought about it and it was true. Lanclos could easily subdue Lord of Blasphemy Merogas, and there was no need for Siegler to take action. She had no problem maintaining the attire of a Saint Polante believer.

"coming."

Siglei nodded, closed the door, and came to the side of the desk, standing facing Lanqi.

"She didn't even rush over to hug you."

Talia muttered in Lanqi's mind in surprise.

The Siglei in front of him was obviously more cautious towards the Pope, and she also understood that she was a mature woman and the difference between her and the Pope.

The only thing that was the same was that there was no hint of intimacy or affection in Sigley's eyes.

"Although the Lanclos line simulated by the Tiberius Mirror is not the same world line as the Shadow World, Siegler is still Siegler. Her behavior pattern should not change much, such as the way she expresses affection..."

Talia analyzed.

Talia wondered.

In the shadow world, what went wrong with her beloved daughter Sigley that made her want to get close to Lanqi whenever she saw him.

"This is normal, okay? The Sigler outside the mirror seems to have not grown mentally in twelve years. She still thinks she is a little girl. When she sees me, she wants to hug me. I am afraid that she will suddenly kiss me and I can't resist at all."

Lanqi responded helplessly with his thoughts.

"Don't worry, I'm watching with my own eyes, this kind of thing will never happen."

Talia said with extraordinary confidence.

She knew very well that Lanqi's inability to resist was literally incompetent.

But she will protect Ranchi.

"Sieglie."

Lanqi looked at the figure opposite the desk and spoke in a serious manner.

"what happened to you?"

Sieglie stared at the pupils under the mask, as if she understood something from them, her brows furrowed, and she asked worriedly.

"I have something to ask of you, and only you can help me with this."

Lanqi spoke solemnly.

……

[After explaining the matter to Sigley. ]

[You and she went their separate ways and returned to Helsharem, the capital of the Holy Polante Religious Nation...]

The sky in the capital is gloomy and low, and a heavy rain is about to come.

The towering spire of the Papal Palace in Hersharem was shrouded in darkness.

In the square, Siglei and her companions were on high alert, staring at the closed door of the hall.

Behind them were groups of Temple Knights and Inquisitors, who were flanking them from both sides.

The changes around the Papal Palace today have caught the people off guard. They can only hide at home, waiting for the possible changes in the Church of Saint Polante.

"Decades of lies must end today."

Chief Justice Elm of the Holy Court drew out his holy staff, his tone was cold and his eyes were sharp.

As Pope Lanclos' confidant, he resolutely chose to betray the Pope at this moment.

The silver-white plate armor gleamed brightly in the haze, and his figure looked dignified and upright.

Beside him, the armor of the Inquisitor of the Court of Inquisition emitted a faint red light, and the Paladin Captain's lance was already unsheathed.

"Kill Lanclos. We are not tools for his revenge."

The head of the Inquisitor growled, his voice filled with rage coming from beneath his helmet.

And the real leader, the figure holding a sword standing in front of the Pope's Hall -

She held the hilt of the sword, her purple eyes showing determination and resoluteness, her long light hair fluttering in the wind like a dazzling flag.

"The Pope has already lost himself because of the 'heart rift' left by the third ancestor Lachar. We must stop him from taking revenge on the Horning Empire. We must not let him continue to go crazy and cause a disaster. This is our responsibility and it is also to carry out the faith he once left us!"

Sigrace, the saint, shouted loudly.

"Rush!!"

The elite forces of the Church of Saint Polante roared in response.

Before he could finish his words, the door of the Pope's Hall was breached by them.

The Hersareum Papal Hall, this magnificent and solemn building, stands above the sea of ​​clouds, and one can easily overlook the panoramic view of the imperial capital through the clouds below.

It is a symbol of power and faith, the spiritual pillar of Hersharem in the years since the war began, but it is also the source of danger and the evil that conceals the truth.

The knights led by Sieglie rushed through the stairs and finally arrived at the interior of the Pope's Hall.

There was a thunderous response from the crowd.

Trumpets blew and battle robes fluttered.

Under Sieglie's command, the Royal Guards, the Knights Templar, and the Inquisition rushed into the Papal Palace in a mighty force, confronting head-on the torrent of knights guarding the Papal Palace. They were like an unstoppable army.

"You rebels, are you crazy?!"

The Pope's loyal guardian knights, who swore to defend the Pope and maintain the country's destiny, asked with their firm voices.

"You are the rebels who have abandoned their faith!"

The warriors of both sides collided with each other like a storm, and there was a deafening sound of clashing swords.

The sword flashed like snow, the gun shadows were looming, and sparks flew when armor collided.

Sieglie rushed to the front, like a Valkyrie descending to the earth.

She wielded the Holy Sword of Saint Polante in her hand and was invincible.

The Pope's guardian knights followed one after another. Her figure was graceful, sometimes rushing, sometimes jumping, and no enemy could get within a few meters of her.

The Chief Paladin and the Chief Judge followed behind Sieglee, each showing off their strengths.

The two eighth-level strongest men of the Saint Polante Church were like gods of war, killing decisively and without mercy.

The Chief Paladin continued to cast his magic, causing thunders to roar. The Chief Judge's hammer was powerful and invincible.

The besieging enemies fell one after another, winding down the high steps of the Papal Chamber, and black mist hovered over the marble floor.

It wasn't long before the assembled troops led by Sieglie successfully broke into the throne room.

Pushing open the towering, intricately carved purple-black iron mesh door, one is greeted by a chilly breath from under the towering dome.

The huge circular hall can accommodate thousands of people. The walls are made of azure marble and are carved with statues of saints and knights with shining gold edges. In the center of the dome of the ceiling is a huge crystal chandelier with thousands of candles swaying and burning, illuminating the entire hall brightly.

Both sides of the long red carpet leading to the throne were still densely packed with fully armed black knights.

They were obviously more powerful than the guardian knights outside, holding spears like mechanical puppets, with scarlet and cold eyes, and cold lines at the corners of their mouths, looking like eerie statues.

Even the holy light began to distort and deform, and the music in the Pope's Hall accelerated and changed its pitch, turning into an enchanting requiem.

Many clergymen shuddered as Siglei suddenly entered.

They didn't know when it started, but the atmosphere in the Pope's Hall in Hersarem made them feel so frightened.

This further confirmed the fact that Saint Sigler, Grand Justice Elm and other Saint Polante Church leaders had unanimously recognized.

The Pope has indeed fallen.

Click, click.

The footsteps of the elite silver-armored knights sounded behind him, and they all arrived at the throne hall of the final battlefield.

They had already set up the Sky Shield Formation.

Queen Keshia had already handed over the national treasure to Saint Sigrace and instructed her to launch this war against the Pope, allowing Saint Sigrace to manipulate the power of the Helsarem city defense barrier and suppress the Pope.

Even the royal family chose to support Saint Siglei.

Although the Knights Templar were unsure whether Saint Sigler's desperate attempt would succeed.

But as long as she can accomplish this feat, she will surely become the new Holy Emperor of the Saint Polante Church, and in the future, relying on the power of Saint Polante's faith, she will be promoted to the new ninth level of the Church.

"..."

Sigler, who was standing at the front, turned her gaze towards the throne at the end of the red carpet, full of vigilance and hostility.

It was a staircase several dozen meters high, at the end of which was the figure of Pope Lanclos Saint Anastasius.

"Come on, my beloved daughter, why are you going to war against me?"

He was wearing a pure white robe, a triple crown and a silver mask on his head, holding a black mist skeleton scepter in his hand, sitting lazily on the throne, overlooking all living beings from afar.

The stained glass windows around the hall cast colorful halos of light, shining on the Pope. His mask had kind eyes and a faint smile on the corners of his mouth, making him look benevolent and loving.

But his evil voice made all the clergymen tremble with fear.

Even towards Siglette, whom he had raised personally, he seemed to have lost all the love and care she deserved, and was only full of mockery.

"You are no longer Lanclos. Now you are just an undead who is blinded by hatred!"

Siglei's eyes were full of struggle and reluctance, but she had already made up her mind.

"..."

The clergy looked at Siegler's shaking hands as she gripped the hilt of the sword and her trembling words, and they all understood that she was the most miserable person because she wanted to assassinate the Pope and do such a heinous thing.

"Yeah--?"

The white-robed Pope's voice was drawn out, as if he was humming a tune.

He finally stood up.

"I never thought that I would have to kill you with my own hands today, Sigley."

The Pope looked down at Siglei from afar, and his eyes became a little colder.

Sieglie's gaze passed through numerous obstacles and met the eyes of the lofty Lancros.

In an instant, time and space seemed to stand still, and everything was silent.

Only two souls, with the outcome undecided, silently confront each other in the torrent of history, ushering in the moment of final judgment.

"You don't deserve to call me by my name like that anymore."

Sieglie gripped the sword tightly in her hand, took firm steps, and stepped onto the steps leading to the throne without hesitation.

She approaches the corrupt dictator step by step, determined to tear off his rotten body and reveal the truth to the world.

"Oh? It seems that I am too lenient with you, which is why I indulged you, a little wolf who doesn't know the limits of the world."

Suddenly there was a loud thunder and outside the Pope's Hall, heavy rain came down, splashing layers of mist on the marble floor.

"I'm not your little wolf anymore."

Lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating Sigrace's face through the rose window on the side.

In a flash, she was almost in front of Pope Lanclos and attacked him directly.

"You don't have the final say on this matter. Your life was given by me, and I can take it back at any time."

The Pope raised his scepter, and a colorful black light descended from the sky, enveloping Sigler.

She gritted her teeth, held the sword in both hands to shake off the Pope's dark magic, crossed the swords, and used her great strength to chop at the Pope. The collision of the scepter and the sword made a deafening sound.

However, the Pope had already used telekinetic magic to bless the black mist skeleton scepter in his hand, and the two powerful forces were fighting against each other, and it was evenly matched.

When the Sky Shield Formation and the protection of the priests came upon her, the Pope actually began to take half a step back.

"Lancros, you have really become much weaker. You can't beat me now!"

Sieglie shouted.

"Foolish, it's too early for you to defeat me."

The white-robed pope sneered disdainfully.
"How can a mortal body shake the authority of the Holy Pope!"

He freed one hand, and a dazzling black light condensed in his palm. Countless chains broke through the air and went straight to the joints of Siglei's limbs.

Sieglie's strength rose again, she gritted her teeth and pressed down on the Pope with the sword.

The Pope looked at her with disdain, and lightly tapped the scepter in his hand. The explosion of telekinetic magic instantly knocked Sieglie back.

At the critical moment, Sieglie was pulled away from the throne by the chain and fell to the ground, causing the entire temple to tremble.

Not only that, the Pope's combat experience is unmatched by anyone else, and his entire body is covered in an invisible yet indestructible shield.

No matter how hard Siegler used his sword to counterattack while being dragged away by the chains, even if he had hit him just now, it could only cause a few ripples on the surface of the shield.

"Sieglie, if you are willing to submit to me again, you will still be my beloved daughter. I can love you even more and forgive your betrayal."

The Pope opened his arms, raised them high, and looked at Sigler at the bottom of the stairs. His eyes became gentle, as if he wanted to give her a hug, but also as if he wanted to dominate her.

"..."

Sieglie stood up steadily from the ruins, her eyes showing some hesitation, as if she was about to succumb to the Pope's temptation and was about to throw herself into his arms and push him down.

Then she shook her head violently and regained her resolute killing intent.

Sieglie attacked the Pope head-on again.

"Don't be disturbed by his mental magic!"

This time, the Chief Paladin and the Chief Judge, who had escaped from the army of black knights, also surrounded and attacked the Pope from both sides of the long steps.

They were sure that Siegfried had nearly been bewitched by the Pope's devious spiritual spells.

How insidious, how evil!
"Yes!"

Sieglie agreed against her conscience.

In fact, the Pope didn't use any magic just now.

She thrust her arm forward, her purple eyes burst into light, and the power of her fist was like lightning in the night, determined to take the Pope's life with this one blow!

The Chief Judge did not give the Pope any chance to dodge, and his huge figure, swinging his war hammer, arrived in front of the Pope again.

At this moment, he revealed his murderous intent, and his armor was surrounded by a faint red glow, as hot and fierce as burning.

The Paladin Leader's confinement spells followed one after another, leaving the Pope with no escape.

hum! !

Siglei's fist was like hitting an invisible iron wall. Black mist and rising air began to erupt from the ground in front of the throne, and metallic humming sounds and air waves rose up in circles again.

The hasty Pope Saint Polante had to get close and take the double eighth-level attack from the front.

On the inside of the magic barrier, the Pope's black magic cut scars on the floor of the throne room like a blade, blocking all the space between him and the rebels.

The Pope was outnumbered three at once, the offensive and defensive situation was reversed, and the murderous intent of his former companions was constantly burning his body.

The green pupils under his silver mask were briefly blank.

As if he remembered some scene from the past, his movements stopped.

The indestructible shield outside the white robe also began to disintegrate.

"Let's go, Pope."

The eighth-level royal assassin lurking in the dark quickly put the bow on the string and shot several sharp arrows in succession towards Pope Polante.

The sound of the arrow breaking through the air was sharp and piercing.

His arrows never missed their targets, and Pope Saint Polante had difficulty spared the energy to block all of them.

With a few "swish" sounds, several sharp arrows pierced into the Pope's robe one after another, and blood splattered.

The Pope covered his shoulder and staggered back a few steps.

"Sieglie, now!"

The Paladin Leader shouted.

Sieglie understood and drew her sword again. Her white knight's robe fluttered in the air. Her figure was as swift as a dragon, and the sword in her hand went straight to the Pope's forehead.

At this critical moment, something strange happened!

"No! I won't lose like this..."

The Pope was muttering to himself and shaking his head like a madman.

The entire ceiling of the Pope's Hall made a deafening tearing sound, and countless rubble collapsed.

Immediately afterwards, overwhelming red lotus fire erupted from the ground and swept across the temple in the clouds.

In the center of the wicked fire, a huge monster rose from the ground and gradually took shape.

It was a nine-headed fire snake that was dozens of meters long and covered with scales.

"Even if four of you come to besiege me, led by Siglei, who is close to the ninth level, you are no match for me, absolutely not!" The Pope stood up tremblingly, raised the black mist skeleton scepter, and returned to his mad state.

His words sounded as if he was emphasizing the legitimacy of the outcome of this battle, but none of the knights present would relax enough to wonder if the Pope was commentating.

Before he could finish his words, the nine-headed fire snake had already pounced towards everyone, opened its bloody mouth and spewed out a scorching breath.

The billowing flames swept across the ground, and wherever they passed, the marble floor tiles were burned black and cracked, and boiling steam rose up.

The barrier formed by the knights' shield array resisted the flames with all its might.

Siglei quickly jumped back, barely avoiding the snake's breath, and could already feel the scorching air wave coming towards her.

She looked up and saw that the summoned creature's body blocked out the sky, its eighteen giant eyes flashed with greedy and crazy red light, its fangs were as sharp as forests, and its claws were as sharp as hooks.

But Sieglie was not afraid at all, instead she was full of fighting spirit.

"We have forced the Pope to rely on the power of summoned beasts. Don't be afraid!"

She turned around and shouted, encouraging the knights.

"I am here to lend you a helping hand on the orders of Queen Keshia!"

The royal assassin followed closely behind and joined the frontal battlefield.

The two most powerful men of the Saint Polante Church looked at each other and joined the battle.

When the nine-headed fire snake saw humans taking the initiative to attack, it couldn't help but become more excited and let out a deafening roar.

It suddenly folded its wings and dived toward the ground.

The sharp claws scratched several deep grooves on the marble floor, splashing gravel all over the sky.

Sieglei took the lead, throwing away her sword and punching the fire snake.

With a loud clang, Siglei's arm strength was so amazing that she condensed a ball of dazzling light in her palms and grabbed the fire snake's front paw with her bare hands.

At the same time, on the other side of the nine-headed fire snake, the war hammer in the judge's hand was emitting deep red flames, and he slashed at the snake's body fiercely. The snake's scales were extremely hard and did not move at all. The recoil made the judge's palm numb.

The royal assassin shot sharp arrows continuously, aiming at the snake's eyes, but the scales on the nine-headed fire snake's head were thicker, and the arrows broke one after another, and it dodged them with its eyes closed.

The Paladin jumped high, holding the holy spear, and stabbed the snake's neck from top to bottom.

Even though the Paladin Leader was known for his all-round ability, the tip of his spear only slightly embedded in the dragon scales and could not go any deeper.

The nine-headed fire snake raised its head and roared, then it kicked its limbs hard and actually pushed the four people away at the same time.

Siglei withstood the blow and took five steps to keep her balance.

"Sieglie, you think you can take my place with just this much knowledge?"

Before Pope Saint Polante on the throne finished his words, the nine-headed fire snake arched its back and its entire body was covered in a layer of brilliant red light.

The light became brighter and brighter, and the entire Papal Hall was as bright as day.

Then, a sharp howl came from the center of the light ball, causing all the clergy present to tremble in their souls.

The Pope is invincible.

This thought filled everyone's mind.

A sense of despair began to spread, connecting everyone's hearts.

"I will tell you that I am the strongest, so just get out of that position peacefully."

Sieglie pointed to the throne and spoke to Pope Saint Polante in an extremely domineering manner.

The greater the disadvantage, the more eager she became to fight.

The aura she carries is so strong that she is like the queen of this earth - she is never satisfied with controlling what is in front of her, but wants to conquer everything within her sight.

It seemed that this unstoppable behemoth was about to break through their defenses and destroy the entire Papal Palace.

at this time.

The moon has fallen.

Maybe it was the arrangement of the goddess of fate, or maybe it was the favor of the goddess of silver moon.

A silver light bloomed from Sigler's body.

Her injuries healed instantly, and her condition was much better than before.

The Knights Templar were surprised by the hope that suddenly came at this moment.

"Even the gods are on our side!"

Sigrace's voice echoed throughout the entire Helsharem Pope's Hall.

"Yes, the gods are on our side!"

The other clergymen looked at Siegrel's divine radiance and her growing power, and seemed to see a chance of victory, and became excited.

The priests raised their staffs and chanted incantations. As the chanting became louder, a soft white light gradually appeared in the sky above the Pope's Hall. This light could only be condensed by a pure and devout soul. Everyone enveloped in the white light felt that their condition had improved overall.

Even the nine-headed fire snake's eyes were stung by the white light and it roared in pain.

Sieglie rushed forward with a heavy punch, smashing into the scaly body of the nine-headed fire snake.

It retreated dozens of meters, baring its teeth, and almost broke through the wall of the Pope's Hall and fell into the sea of ​​clouds.

"What? Even the gods chose you?! Sieglie!"

The Pope shouted angrily, his voice shaking the hall.

"No, please don't act like that."

Talia, who was watching the battle, complained in Lanqi's heart.

Although she admitted that Director Lan himself played the villain very well and his acting was very flexible, some of the lines were so targeted that they made her scalp tingle.

She was a little worried that Sigley wouldn't be able to take on Lanqi's role.

Inside the throne room.

The priests' beams of light continued to be directed at the nine-headed fire serpent, and the hymns in their mouths never stopped.

The white light became brighter and brighter, and turned into chains that wrapped around the limbs and torso of the nine-headed fire snake. The attacks of the Chief Paladin, the Chief Judge, and the Royal Assassin also followed one after another.

The nine-headed fire snake roared and struggled hard, but the force that Sieglie faced head-on was too powerful.

The scales on its body were peeling off piece by piece, and the red light in its eyes was gradually dimming.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Sieglie raised her fist again and smashed it towards the nine-headed fire snake.

With a loud bang that shook the earth, the huge body of the nine-headed fire snake collapsed and hit the floor of the Pope's Hall, creating a huge pit.

The splattered blood instantly filled the entire staircase and flowed down the stairs.

The dust settled and everything returned to silence.

Sieglie jumped off the gradually disappearing nine-headed fire snake, her body covered in blood, but still standing as tall as a pine tree.

"we won?"

The main strong men also showed up one after another, all of them were seriously injured, and they all breathed a sigh of relief.

Pope St. Anastasius of Lanclos escaped quietly at some point and his whereabouts are unknown.

"He actually ran away...!"

Siglei looked around, her eyes sweeping across the ruins in the hall, and clenched her fists.

"He knew he could not defeat you, so he fled, Your Majesty Sigra."

Chief Justice Elm walked out from the crowd at the back and surrendered before Sigley.

"Your Majesty Sigra, please continue to lead us."

The Chief Paladin and the Chief Judge also bowed and offered their blessings.

The bright moonlight penetrated the clouds and sprinkled down from mid-air, illuminating the entire Papal Hall with a silvery glow.

The haze gradually dissipated, and outside the broken dome, a clear night sky was slowly unfolding.

Through the huge gap, the spires of the city of Hersharem were faintly visible in the distance.

"Your Majesty Sigra..."

"Your Majesty Sigra!"

"Your Majesty Sigra!!!"

The clergy gradually shouted Siegler's name in unison, expecting her to sit on her throne.

Sigra lowered her head and clenched her hands.

When she raised her head again, she had concealed the sadness of farewell in her eyes and walked up the steps to the throne.

“This is a victory for everyone.”

Siegler sat on the throne and looked around.
"My fellow survivors, I hereby declare in the name of the new Pope Sigra Saint Anastasius that the old emperor's conspiracy has been exposed, and the Holy Spirit Kingdom should be reborn!"

She declared loudly.

The long-lost holy light was projected on the tall rose window of the throne room, illuminating the entire hall, adding a bit of the solemnity and sacredness of the wartime to this moment.

Under the leadership of Saint Emperor Siglei, the future of the Holy Spirit Kingdom has been rewritten, full of infinite hope and possibilities.

……

At the same time in the night sky.

The white-robed figure was flying across the territory of the Holy Spirit Kingdom.

[Under your arrangement, the country of Saint Polante is in chaos.]

[The Saint Polante Reformists, led by Siegler, produced ironclad evidence - the Pope's medical reports and multiple war records, proving that the Pope had been struck by a ninth-order epic mental curse in a war many years ago that could not be removed.]

[The closer the Pope gets to old age, the more he will go crazy, lose himself, and may even hurt everyone indiscriminately.]

[As the saint most trusted by the Pope and personally selected by him, she needs to ask the Pope to go on the journey out of duty and responsibility.]

[You and Siegler put on a good show. You were surrounded and attacked by the reformists led by Siegler in the throne room of the St. Paul's Palace.]

[You showed your weakness in the first stage, the ominous old age in the second stage, and the complete madness in the third stage.]

[After being defeated by Siglei and other main forces of the church, you went completely crazy, fled the Pope's Hall, and headed south.]

[At this point, Siegler used her talents to quickly rule the Church of Saint Polante and became the new Holy Emperor of the Church of Saint Polante.]

"Since the whereabouts of the defeated old pope are unknown and he is suspected to be heading south, the entire southern part of Saint Polante will be placed on maximum alert."

Lan Qi muttered to himself.

After Lanqi confessed the truth about the Honing Empire to Sieglie in the principal's office and arranged his funeral arrangements, Sieglie agreed to Lanqi's commission even though she was reluctant.

The South is now in danger and catastrophe is about to come.

She understood that only she could take over the Pope's responsibility, and at the same time allow the Pope to unload his burden and go to the south to give it a try.

So after Lanqi chose to go to the capital of Saint Polante, Hershalem, everything turned out like this.

“Even if your life is over, the Saint Polante Religious State will give birth to a new ninth-rank Saint Emperor in the near future, and your fall is a fait accompli. No matter what you do next, it will not shake the backbone of the Saint Polante Religious State… On the contrary, the more bad things you do, the more it will prove that Sigler is right, and strengthen her cohesion in the Saint Polante Religious State…”

Talia thought, and now she understood the effect of Lanqi's play.

“It’s not over yet.”

Lanqi looked towards the south and answered Talia.

Everything changes before my eyes.

He turned into a shadow and flew for an unknown amount of time, crossing the territory of the Holy Spirit Kingdom. The towering fortress city-state on the southern border of the Holy Spirit Kingdom was about to appear in his sight.

The well-organized streets and ancient and heavy buildings in the south of the Holy Spirit Kingdom are in full view.

You will go to:

A. Hey Oberon

【B. Hansabecker】

【C. Thalberg】

【D. St. Trinian】

[Life remaining: 4 days, 03 hours, 36 minutes]

On the earth, the magic runes of the Mirror of Tiberius slowly connected.

"Hey where is Oberon?"

Talia asked confusedly after reading the options.

"Oberyn, I guess."

Lanci replied.

Oberon is the southern border of the Holy Spirit Kingdom, also known as the Iron Fortress, bordering the Horning Empire.

Tiberius the Hanged probably liked the neat character lengths.

Thalia hesitated to speak.

She suspected that Daoxuan Qing was seriously ill.

But that’s how it is for all artists.

Lanqi also has some influence on the height.

"..."

Lanqi felt that Talia had also been showing a tendency to start daily tasks recently.

He didn't refute Talia for the time being, focusing on the options before him.

Hansabek was a province in the north-central part of the Horning Empire.

Talberg Province is a province in the south-central part of the Honing Empire. It appeared in the second simulation. Lanqi was wanted by the local governor here because of hunting demons.

St. Trique is the constant destination, hiding the Horning capital of Bloodmoon City.

"What are you going to do next?"

Talia asked Pope Saint Polenta, or to be more precise, the former Pope Saint Polenta.

He has now lost his status and reputation and is completely alone.

Logically speaking, there is no need to investigate anything this time. We can go straight to Saint Trique, the capital of Horning, and end this simulation.

But Lanci said it wasn't over yet.

He might want to do something else.

"Declare war."

Lanqi chose the third option "Talberg", the south-central province of the Honing Empire.

His goal now is clear.

In an instant, the whole world in front of me stretched out.

Flying rapidly towards the south at the speed of level nine.

[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.]

Lanqi is like a bird overlooking the mortal world, observing the entire picture of the city-state from high in the sky.

[At night, at the border of the Horning Empire after the war, the cold winter moonlight shines on the main city covered with white snow. The greenhouses, the lush green vegetables and fruits, the brightly lit markets and the Chamber of Commerce Square, the peace and joy of the winter festival, are all pitiful in your eyes.]

[You have given up on taking another look at your hometown, Brunswick, because you have more important things to do.]

[You will no longer transform into the demon hunter Randall to kill the demons along the way. ]

[Head straight to the south-central part of the Horning Empire. ]

……

The next day in the afternoon.

In the western part of the Talberg Province in the Horning Empire, there is a small town called Silverstone.

The town is located near mountains and rivers. The undulating terrain offers beautiful scenery, and gurgling streams meander through the hills.

At dusk, the setting sun turns into molten gold, coating the earth with layers of warm glow.

The town's high ground offers a panoramic view of the town, with comfortable benches and views of the sunset.

Children ran on the stairs from time to time, and in the distance there were middle-aged men in formal suits reading newspapers.

Looking ahead, the vast suburbs are in sight. The setting sun has begun to slowly melt on the horizon, and the sky is dyed pink with burning clouds.

The warm evening breeze blew the hair of the town residents, bringing a faint rose scent that was refreshing.

Looking through the open windows of the wooden houses on the outskirts of the town, you can see happy families sitting around the dining table and enjoying a delicious dinner.

The rancher raised his glass and said happily:

"Cheers to the great Horning Empire, and to our happy and healthy life! May tomorrow be even better."

The whole family echoed in unison.

"My dear, your birthday is in a few days. Do you have any wishes?"

his wife turned to her daughter and asked lovingly.

"I want to go to the blood world of Saint Crete to see the legendary vampires and thank them. The teacher said that the peace we have today is because they are protecting us."

The daughter replied with a sweet smile.

"Well, we may not be able to go to the capital right now, but there will definitely be a chance in the future."

The wife said with some embarrassment.

She heard that some vampires liked to suck the blood of children, and she didn't want her daughter to be sucked dry.

"Mom, shouldn't it be our honor to offer our blood for the vampires? Why are you afraid?"

The daughter's eyes widened, as if she saw her mother's concerns, and she looked at her mother straight and asked.

"I, I didn't."

The wife suddenly realized that the whole family was looking at her, and she could only smile and respond.

After a while, the atmosphere at the table returned to normal, with everyone chatting and laughing while enjoying the meal.

No one noticed that strange dark clouds began to gather in the sky.

People thought it was just an ordinary evening shower and continued with their work as usual.

People in the town's taverns gradually poked their heads out and looked at the sky.

"Why did it suddenly get dark?"

"It's normal for it to be dark at this time."

The smoke penetrated the window and lingered around my fingertips.

The tavern patrons smoked leisurely.

The dark clouds gathered more and more, and soon blocked out the setting sun. The entire town of Thorinsted and even the surrounding city-states were shrouded in a haze.

"!"

Suddenly, everyone in town felt an electric current running through their heads.

The entire reality began to collapse, and the picture of emptiness gradually emerged. The sky, white clouds, sun, everything disappeared.

Things before your eyes become completely different in the blink of an eye.

Everyone seemed to be dragged into a vast wilderness——

A desolate land with no moonlight and no sun.

Here, time can stand still, space can be distorted, and the boundary between reality and illusion is completely broken.

The residents found themselves surrounded by deathly silence, with only themselves and familiar people, and the sounds of their heartbeats and breathing echoing in their ears.

This may be illusion and mental magic beyond their understanding, or it may be the power of God.

Dazzling lightning streaked across the sky, followed by deafening thunder, and the earth was shaking.

People looked at each other in bewilderment. The fear brought by the unknown was like a tangible vine, entwining their hearts.

Slowly, a figure appeared in the dark clouds. His whole body was covered in a white robe, and his face was covered by a silver-white mask, revealing only a pair of cold and ruthless green eyes.

All around it, thunder and lightning intertwined and the wind howled violently.

He was like a high and mighty god, looking down at the tiny creatures like ants under his feet without any warmth.

【A warning to all citizens of the Horning Empire. 】

No one could take their eyes off Him. His existence was an invisible shackle that imprisoned everyone's mind, and they could only listen to His words.

【My name is Lanclos Saint Anastasius.】

People don't know why he appeared.

The only thing he could be sure of was that with just a thought, his body would weather and dissipate, and his soul would be swallowed up by darkness.

【I am communicating with you with my own will. 】

【I have started to act.】

[My purpose is to put an end to my long-cherished wish and seek justice for my fallen compatriots. ]

[The current peace cannot bring peace to their souls, and they cannot sleep. ]

[The Horning Empire needs to pay its blood debt with blood. 】

【I refuse to accept the peace you desire.】

【No forgiveness, no hope of relief.】

【There is only justice and only revenge. 】

【I will begin killing indiscriminately.】

[Until all life in the Horning Empire is wiped out from this world.]

His words were crazy, but his voice was calmer, neither happy nor sad, as if he was a little tired after gaining power.

This is divinity.

But when he said at the end that he wanted to expel all the Horning people, he couldn't control himself, and his tone rose. It was the suppressed anger that finally burst out.

……

A few hours later.

The earth roared and was stained with blood.

The sky of the Talberg Province of the Horning Empire was shrouded in gray, black and blood red, and thick smoke billowed straight into the sky.

The ground was no longer a solid support, but was cracking and collapsing amidst the constant tremors.

Large swathes of the population, millions of people, fled in panic like swarms of ants, only to find that there was nowhere to escape.

Countless corpses lay on the ground, some crushed, some trampled to death in the chaos.

Cries and shouts for help came one after another, but they seemed so insignificant amid the roar of the Black Mist Legion's footsteps.

On the distant horizon, a moving black wave is advancing slowly and unstoppably. The legion assembled by undead magic is marching in heavy steps in unison, and every step shakes the land within a radius of several kilometers.

Wherever they passed, forests were instantly swallowed up, rivers were cut off and diverted, hills were razed to the ground, and the behemoth city-states were as fragile as cardboard in front of them, and building fragments fell like raindrops.

The air was filled with pungent smoke, dust and the smell of blood.

Several large city-states in the province of Talberg were reduced to ruins in just a few hours.

The man wearing a silver-white mask stood on the high ground, standing at the top of all living beings.

The scene of destruction was reflected in his green eyes, and the expression engraved on his mask was cold and almost numb, and he dominated the war like a god.

At this point, it is no longer possible to tell whether it is people's fate or their will.

There is only endless slaughter.

The atrocities continue.

"Please let me go, don't kill us!"

"help me!!"

"Why, why did you stoop to this level?"

Being begged, resented, cursed and questioned.

He didn't explain anything.

He just watched everything with his eyes beneath the mask.

He is sin and punishment, the one who controls the ups and downs of life, and the black sun that brings disaster to the world.

All the doubts were like passing clouds in his ears.

"Until I kill all of you, or you come and kill me."

"I will never stop—"

The man opened his lips almost silently, like the whisper of a resentful spirit, or like the decree of a tyrant.

As the note fell, his back merged into the darkness again. Holding his black mist skeleton scepter, he walked forward alone.

[You launched an indiscriminate annihilation in the Talberg Province of the Honing Empire.]

[According to the information you have so far, there are still some residents in the north of the Horning Empire who have not been infected, but the south has already been completely sick.]

[Once the third ancestor, Duke Lachar, is sealed, all the Horning people starting from the central part will become demons without exception. ]

[Before the Horning people turned into demons, their fighting power was not that high. 】

[You have completely become the Black Sun Tyrant. ]

……

the other side.

Thousands of kilometers away, underground in Saint Trique, the capital of Horning.

The deep red blood moon hung high above the pitch-black dome, casting layers of hazy red gauze over this alien city built of dark stone.

On both sides of the empty streets, the heavy outlines of buildings outline and solidify the dust of eternal years. Occasionally, a breeze blows through the quiet streets.

Deep inside Blood Moon City, inside the Blood King’s Palace.

On the towering dome, the rose window inlaid with immortal crystals reflects colorful psychedelic halos, the black iron chandelier hangs under the cold iron chain and exudes luxurious colors, and the deep red carpet is like a winding river of blood, extending to the end of the sight——

In the center of the conference room, on both sides of the long table made of black fine iron, there are thirteen high-backed chairs like thrones.

At this moment, there were only four chairs where the ancestors were sitting.

They listened to the report of the Honning Empire's Minister of Defense, Delson Schwarzenburg.

Marshal Delson of Horning, who always walked with his head held high in the capital Saint Trik, was now staring at the ground, kneeling on the ground, not daring to look up at the four ancestors.

He had just finished describing the urgent disturbances coming from the north.

"Is Lanclos crazy?"

The third ancestor, Duke Lachar, was completely confused after hearing this.

This guy is even more brutal than them.

It directly started a war to annihilate the country.

"Hritiel, what is the status of his destiny?"

He couldn't help but turn his head and look at the seventh ancestor, Marquis Helitier, and asked.

It's already great that Lancros has been able to fight the mental damage he left behind for so many years.

Now Lanclos's illness has confirmed the omen they have been waiting for.

"It's just a few days. In about two days he will fall down to the ninth level."

The vampire female figure sitting on a high-back chair in the distance raised her head slightly, her eyes remained closed, and through the layers of domes, she could see the pattern woven by the dim stars in the night sky, and answered with certainty.

"Okay, that's great!"

The third ancestor, Lachar, leaned back in his high-backed chair, raised his head and laughed loudly, clapping his hands.

"Lancros, you deserve it!"

Just thinking about Lancros dying with his eyes open, Lachar laughed until he was out of breath.

He had never been so happy in all these years.

"Quick, hurry up and add fuel to the fire of Pope Saint Polante. Expose his acts of slaughtering civilians to the world, condemn his acts of destroying the nation to the international community, and then send more troops from the Horning Empire to the funeral, so that the world can see that Lanclos is a real devil and see through his cruelty and madness!"

Lachar wiped his tears with a gloating look and explained to the ninth ancestor, Marquis Bernhard.

Lancros is indeed his best toy.

It can completely ruin Lanclos's reputation.

He could also use the cheap lives of the Honing Empire to consume the little remaining strength of Lanclos and drain his lifespan.

Even if he could make it to Blood Moon City, it would be good if he could keep half of his life and maintain the seventh or eighth level.

……

Day two.

At the break of dawn.

On the Ilewen Plain in the south of the Khonin Empire, there lies an ancient city pass once known as "Ilewen Pass".

It is located in a narrow valley between two low hills and has a history of hundreds of years. Once upon a time, it was an important military pass leading to the north of the Horning Empire. However, with the expansion of the empire's territory, new transportation routes were opened up, and the once majestic pass gradually lost its former glory.

The blue-gray halo slanted down on the city wall, illuminating the moss and weeds. In the empty interior, there was only the whimpering sound of the wind.

Although the city gate has declined, it still stands there silently.

On the official road several miles away from Ilewen Pass, a mighty army of elite Horning was marching towards the north.

Thousands of troops raised up billowing dust, and their steel armor and weapons flashed cold light in the setting sun.

The iron blade is the proof of justice.

The moment you kill the enemy, you are one step closer to becoming a hero.

"We, the First Heavy Cavalry Regiment of Honing, must complete the Emperor's commission today and defeat the monsters that are wreaking havoc in Talberg Province!"

The leading imperial general rode his horse forward, fully confident about this expedition.

"I heard that the disaster in Talberg Province is not that simple. It is not just a local destruction caused by a high-level monster going out of control and going berserk."

The adjutant beside him spoke solemnly.

"It's nothing more than a few towns being destroyed. How bad can a monster go? Besides, the more horrific the disaster, the more merits and honors I will get."

The general even curled his lips. He hoped that the provincial government would add more fuel to the fire.
"How long will it take us to reach the province of Talberg?"

he asked his lieutenant.

"If we march at full speed, we can reach the border of Talberg Province in two days from Ilewen Pass. As for finding the source of the disaster in such a large province, it depends on the accuracy of the intelligence."

The adjutant unfolded the map of the empire and answered while watching.

"Haha, there's no need to rush."

The general of the 1st Heavy Cavalry Corps of Horning smiled calmly.

However, when the general's eyes accidentally swept across the Ilewen Pass in front of him, his eyes suddenly widened.

He only saw a figure in a white robe standing quietly in front of the ruined city gate.

The man was thin, his face covered with a silver-white mask in the style of the Holy Spirit Empire.

He did not cast any invisibility spells, but he perfectly concealed his presence in this dawn city.

I can't feel his breath at all!

If I hadn't seen him with my own eyes, I wouldn't even have noticed that there was a person under the city gate!

It was as if he had merged with the world and become an eternal being, and only he was left.

The pair of emerald green eyes under the silver mask have a strange magic that makes people sink into them involuntarily and unable to extricate themselves.

At the gate of Ilewen.

"Hehehe."

The white-robed pope looked at the mighty army of the Honing Empire coming to send him off, as if he understood the Honing Empire's response.
"Lachar, this time we are going both ways."

(End of this chapter)