NOVEL NEXT Chapter 794: Lancros's Final End
Chapter 794: Lancros's Final End
"Lancros, are you crazy?"
Lachar learned two days ago about Lanclos's fate of being stabbed in the back by his own people and his crazy behavior of breaking into the Horning Empire. He felt that Lanclos's mind had been almost corroded by the "Mind Rift".
But no matter how he looked at it at this moment, Lachard felt that his eyes were always clear, so clear that it made Lachard uneasy.
The black centipede mark on Lancros' left cheek, which he had never seen before, was so evil that Lachar was unable to analyze its principle.
"it's not true."
Lanqi casually hung the silver mask around his waist, his expression calm.
"I'm just stating the facts."
He raised his head slightly and looked towards the four ancestors, with no intention of treating them as opponents at all.
"To be honest, I don't quite understand why you took the risk and broke into Saint Trik City alone. I also don't understand where your confidence comes from. I can clearly feel that the strength of your magic power has fallen below mine."
The ninth ancestor, Marquis Bernhard, paced back and forth, analyzing earnestly,
"So you think bluffing is still useful now, Lanclos?"
As a vampire scholar, he seemed most interested in having a long conversation with the Pope.
"You are always the most enthusiastic towards me."
Lanqi didn't mind listening to the words of the ninth ancestor, Marquis Bernhard.
Because he still hasn't figured out what Marquis Bernhard's suggestion is.
"In my opinion, you can either launch a war outright and plunge the people of the Horning Empire into the dire straits of war again; or continue to act cautiously and end the war in peace. Both paths have their pros and cons, but they are better than what you are doing now..."
He spoke eloquently, like a witty military strategist, describing Lanqi's predicament.
"So, what exactly is your suggestion?"
Lanqi asked back with interest.
"Hum hum."
The ninth ancestor, Marquis Bernhard, shook his head and chuckled, with a hint of amusement in his eyes.
"As for my advice, you should just stay here! Your Holiness!"
Before he finished speaking, a strange red light lit up around Marquis Bernhard, and magic power boiled and surged in his body, becoming out of control in the blink of an eye.
Countless scarlet eyeballs emerged from beneath his skin, covering his entire body, staring at the Pope in front of him ferociously and greedily.
The unique abilities of those extremely talented poor souls were taken away by the ninth ancestor, Marquis Bernhard, and turned into terrifying weapons, which made Bernhard even more powerful.
The originally handsome face of Marquis Bernhard gradually became distorted, and all his facial features were covered by those densely packed eyeballs. He bared his teeth and ran towards the Pope.
Those eyeballs glowed with a hungry red light, as if to devour everything in front of them.
The other ancestors were well aware that the ninth ancestor, Marquis Bernhard, had long coveted the Pope.
It's a good opportunity to see how weak the current Pope is now.
however.
To the surprise of all the ancestors, the white-robed pope just stood there indifferently.
The Pope looked a little disappointed, as if Marquis Bernhard's suggestion did not satisfy him.
Marquis Bernhard's tall stature made it difficult for the Pope to see Bernhard's face unless he looked up.
But he wouldn't look up.
"Head held too high."
The Pope's finger, which was pointing at the ancestors, moved slightly to the right.
There was dead silence all around, with only the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the Blood King's Palace Square.
In an instant, the dust in the entire square seemed to be divided into pieces, and a sense of disparity appeared!
In front of the Blood King's Palace, the ground was stained red by a clear line of blood.
The pupils of the three ancestors in the distance suddenly shrank, and a look of disbelief flashed in their eyes.
They witnessed with their own eyes Marquis Bernhard's body being torn into pieces in mid-air.
The seventh ancestor, Marquis Helitier, subconsciously sensed the crisis and squatted down, with only his hair cut off.
The third ancestor, Duke Lachar, was also the first to react and dodge.
The eighth ancestor, the Marquis of Somerset, who was the farthest away, was cut in half, and the blood kept flowing from half of his body.
"Lan, Lancross..."
The head of the ninth ancestor Bernhard shook slightly when it fell to the ground, and he didn't even seem to react to what had happened.
Before his body could recondense, chains of rock suddenly appeared and firmly imprisoned the fragments, sealing them into a mosaic stone pillar.
The ninth ancestor fell early.
Talia guessed that this ancestor who talked the most would be the first to be sealed.
Although Lanclos does not know [friendly communication] and [basic etiquette].
But in Ranchi's hands, all spells can be transformed into [friendly communication] and [basic etiquette].
That's why Talia felt that Lanqi's use of Lanclos's spell was strange!
"You know I am His Majesty, so why don't you bow?"
Lanqi asked as he looked at the three kneeling ancestors on the side of the Blood King's Palace.
"..."
The remaining three ancestors all showed undisguised shock in their eyes.
According to the intelligence from the Honing Empire and the results of divination by Marquis Helitier, the current Pope should be so weak that he can be slaughtered at their will.
But at this moment, the strength displayed by Ranchi only made them feel fear.
He is even more powerful than four years ago when he sealed the injured Second Ancestor Prince Salvatore and the Fifth Ancestor Duke Mordecai!
For a mere eighth-rank old pope to come to Blood Moon City alone is undoubtedly tantamount to seeking death.
Lanclos should have fought with their ancestors in despair, and then been tortured and humiliated, seeing that the sacrifices of his insect companions were all meaningless, and ended his incompetent life in despair.
The faces of the three ancestors were completely frozen, as if they were frozen.
"why is that……"
The seventh ancestor, Helitiel, had a rapid heartbeat and her chest was heaving.
The entire star map she was looking at was drained of color.
In other words, Lancros's condition made her begin to lose trust in the stars she saw.
"Helitiel, why can't you see that the moment I stepped into Blood Moon City, smoke started coming out of your Blood King's Palace?"
Lanqi stood in front of them with a compassionate smile, but it was like a sharp blade that pierced into the heart of Marquis Helitier.
Behind him was the dark palace. The chalk floor of the square was covered with the blood of the Ninth Ancestor, and the ninth towering stone pillar was flickering with a dying light.
This is completely different from the future that Marquis Helitier saw!
"But don't worry, I have no interest in torturing the weak."
Lanqi's voice was relaxed and casual, as if he was reminiscing with an old friend.
"you……"
Talia listened to Lanqi's words and was about to refute, but she found that he was right. He only tortured the strong.
"Well, Lao Sang really doesn't have any objections."
Talia couldn't even imagine how cruel Lanqi was to Asksan.
"Your Holiness, I think there might be some misunderstanding between 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.
He knew very well that the Pope's attitude of a strong man showing sympathy to the weak was a shame for them.
But at this time he was also very clear-headed and there was no need to confront such a desperate criminal head-on.
"real or fake?"
The White Robe Pope asked the third ancestor, Duke Lachar.
"real."
Rachel confirmed sincerely.
The Pope's teasing tone made Lacharr's blood pressure spike, but at this moment Lacharr could only be patient, maintain his acting skills, and communicate with the Pope.
“Will You Repent?”
Lan Qi asked again.
"Of course, if there are any mistakes, I will reflect on them."
Rachel suspected there was a play.
"Then why did you repeat the same mistake in the Kreihe Empire tens of thousands of years later?"
Lanqi asked as a matter of course.
"Tens of thousands of years later... the Kreihe Empire?"
A trace of confusion flashed across the eyes of the seventh ancestor, Marquis Helitier.
This was not an unintentional remark that sounded like a joke, and the name of the country she had never heard of, it was as if the Pope was a traveler from another time and space, who had already seen a future that was more distant than theirs.
"What on earth did you see, Lanclos?"
Heritel discovered the extremely horrifying truth and questioned the Pope.
"Is this the reality... or the future I observed... But if I came from the past, how could I know the future tens of thousands of years later..."
Lanqi began to recite words silently.
At first, Lachal didn't understand what the Pope meant.
Until he found out.
What the Pope said was completely synchronized with the words whispered by the seventh ancestor Helitiel, causing Helitiel to tremble all over in a daze.
This is clearly not mind reading.
Because Lancros' words were slightly earlier than Helitir's!
"Pope, you used eternal punishment on yourself?"
The third ancestor, Lachar, finally understood this worst answer, and his blood-red pupils were filled with anger.
Demons.
It’s the demons again!
It turned out that the unknown demon treasure left by that bastard Kaliela allowed Lanclos to predict the future!
"Don't worry, it will be time to use it on you soon."
Lanci was sure.
"Lancros... this isn't fair, this isn't fair!!"
The Third Ancestor finally stopped hiding the ferocity in his eyes, and his voice was sharp and distorted, echoing in the empty square of the Blood King's Palace.
Although I still have a sense of luck in my heart and am unwilling to admit that I might fail.
But he knew that he would have to fight a life-and-death battle with Pope Saint Polante today, and the blood-red magic power kept rising.
"Lancros, you despicable villain!"
The eighth ancestor, the Marquis of Somerset, barely put his upper and lower body together. He clenched his fists, his knuckles turned white, and his body trembled slightly, with both anger and fear.
"I guess you're trying to sneak attack me again."
Circles of lightning spread outward from under Lanqi's feet, creating ripples on the stone slabs until Yongyao illuminated the entire Blood Moon City.
His eyes stared at his opponent through the sharpness of lightning.
The thunder of the sky waterfall was like a caterpillar devouring a whale, and the all-encompassing incandescent storm covered the entire Blood Moon City.
Before the Eighth Ancestor Somerset could launch a surprise attack on the Pope, he became unable to move.
"Use the thunder magic you are not good at. Don't look down on us!"
Among the three ancestors, only Lachar could barely move in this full-range composite spell of light and lightning, resisting the electric shock and paralysis.
Blood-red magic surged around him, and his eyes became extremely dark, almost like two bottomless black holes.
Countless dark red mental tentacles rapidly extended from Lachar's body, covering the entire battlefield like a dense forest of thorns.
"Lancros, as long as you are still that Lancros, you will not be able to ignore the mental scars I left behind!"
Lachar sneered and controlled the tentacles to attack Lanqi directly.
"You know, the power of your spell attack is so strong that I'm too lazy to waste my magic power to block it."
The moment the tentacles touched Lanci, it was like hitting an invisible wall. It instantly broke into pieces and turned into blood-red afterglow that dissipated into the air.
According to Talia and his previous review, this magic does not cause any substantial damage and mainly inflicts negative status.
With Lanclos's spell resistance, he can easily take it head-on.
This time I picked up the call, and really, I didn't feel anything.
As expected, they both like reviewing, which is a good habit. Since they started working together on card making, they have never stopped talking about reviewing.
"...?"
Lachar couldn't believe that the mental magic he was so proud of had no effect.
He was 100% sure that this guy was Lanclos. His body still had the mental scars he had given him. Once detonated, he would be in unbearable pain.
Why can it be ignored?
Is there no scar at all in his heart?
"Are you really Lancros?!"
Lachar finally came to a terrible conclusion that overturned all his previous inferences.
"Rashaar, you're easier to beat than Talia."
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.
"Talia...who is it!!!"
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 like a completely different person.
The Pope's inexplicable words were almost equivalent to implicitly admitting the fact that he was not Lanclos!
What was even more unacceptable to Lachar was that the girl named "Talia" seemed very weak according to the Pope's tone, and the Pope actually said that he was not even as good as Talia!
"The only living being that can affect me with mental magic."
The White Pope replied.
Only then did Talia, who had been stirring in his heart, calm down.
"I don't agree! I don't agree! You are not allowed to humiliate me in this way!"
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 didn't hide.
Walked straight towards Lachar.
Once this step is taken, it will be unstoppable.
The moment the tentacles touched the white-robed Pope, they hissed as if they had encountered a raging fire and exploded.
"Don't come over here again!"
Lachar's eyes were red, and he couldn't believe that his magic was completely ineffective.
The White-robed Pope approached Lachar, and every step he took gave him the illusion that his brain was trembling.
Lachar's magic was as fragile as a paper castle in front of him and collapsed in the blink of an eye.
Until the man in white robe stretched out his hand and pressed his fingertips on Lachar's forehead.
A blazing white light surged in the palm of his hand, like the scorching sun.
“Ahh…!!”
Lachar let out shrill screams and felt as if his brain was pierced by countless needles and his soul was burning.
The eighth ancestor Somerset took advantage of this gap and rushed up with his broken body.
His muscles bulged and became as hard as cast steel.
Now he is the only one in the Blood King's Palace who could possibly harm the Pope!
"You are not even one ten-thousandth as good as Talia."
Lanqi raised his hand and pointed, and sharp air blades appeared out of thin air, whistling towards all directions of the square.
Wherever it passed, the ground shattered and criss-crossing cracks spread out like a spider web.
Even though Duke Lachar helped Marquis Somerset to condense thousands of barriers, the sharpness of those air blades was too terrifying. They cut off Marquis Somerset's body again. Just by passing by Duke Lachar's side at the back, they cut the sleeve of his dress, causing blood to flow.
The frightened Marquis Heritier knew that he could not let Marquis Somerset fall, and tried his best to help Marquis Somerset reconstruct his body, as if he wanted to turn back time and restore it.
The next moment, invisible magic power suddenly solidified the space.
"!"
She realized she had made a bad move.
Heritear suddenly felt as if she had fallen into an icy cave, and every limb of her body was filled with unprecedented fear.
The Marquis of Somerset had lost his mind like an undead puppet.
He had quietly appeared behind her and Lachard at some point, and his hands were firmly clamped around her and Lachard's slender necks.
The Marquis of Somerset held the Marquis of Herittier and the Duke of Lachar as if they were holding two little chickens.
"Pope...you evil man..."
Heriter struggled to squeeze out a few words from between her teeth, and scratched Somerset's wrist in vain with her hands, but she couldn't move it at all.
This time, the Pope predicted that she would concentrate on treating the weak Marquis Somerset. Not only did he not stop her, but he took advantage of this opportunity to control the Marquis Somerset.
The Pope always reacts one step ahead, clearly guessing at what point Helitea will use spells, and using spells beyond Helitea's predictions.
This suffocating feeling of oppression made her frantically burn her magic power to search for the key point on the timeline that could reverse the situation, but every line led to the same ending - the end.
She fell to her knees in despair, the starlight shattered before her eyes, no longer able to point the way forward.
"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.
"Fuck you, you have to repeat this sentence too?"
Talia finally couldn't bear it anymore and cursed.
"Why, so strong..."
Hritiel murmured tremblingly.
This is no longer a level that can be described by the ninth level limit.
Be sure to express her feelings.
That was when she met "God".
Omniscient and omnipotent—God.
"This is the evil ghost you created with your own hands in this era of bloody moon."
Lanqi stretched out his hand, and dark, clear rock pillars rose from the ground, forming three indestructible tombs.
"Of course, this may not be his own strength. He just managed to survive to the end every time by luck... and inherited everything left by his companions..."
The three ancestors struggled to escape, but their bodies were firmly restrained by an invisible force and they could not move.
The rock pillars 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.
"Lancros, do you really think you won?! Do you think we are not prepared for anything?!"
Lachar roared, his voice sounded like he was coughing up blood,
"You think everything will be over if you seal us?!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he burst into a creepy laugh.
The laughter echoed over the ruins of the Blood King's Palace, as if it was going to tear apart the space of Blood Moon City.
"..."
The White-robed Pope remained silent.
"The Horning Empire..."
"The Horning Empire is doomed. All citizens in the south have been infected by the blood poison of the Second Ancestor. It is you who are suppressing their demonization. Once you are sealed, all the people of Horning will become demons, and the Saint Polante Pope's territory in the north will also suffer!"
Lanqi answered quickly.
He helped Rachel to articulate the answer.
"..."
Lachal's laughter stopped abruptly, ignoring the blood he was coughing up.
The shrill laughter stopped at the Blood King's Palace Square.
"No...impossible..."
Many images and scenes kept flashing through Lachar's trembling pupils.
"You are the prey and I am the hunter. It's impossible. It can't be the other way around..."
Lachal seemed to understand, slowly and completely.
Why Lanclos caused such a commotion in the Holy Land.
Why was it the Saint Sigra, who was second only to him, who backstabbed him?
Why did he act as crazy and stupid as possible and indiscriminately slaughter the provinces of the Horning Empire before coming here?
There is only one answer to everything: He Lachar was played around by Lancroix.
"Right Rachel."
Lanqi seemed to have thought of something, looked at the third ancestor and spoke.
"Why doesn't your true king want you anymore?"
Lanqi asked with concern as he looked at the third ancestor Lachar who was about to be covered by the rock pillar.
He heard Lachar say at the end of the last time that if the First Ancestral Blood Clan True King had not abandoned them, they would not have been defeated.
"..."
Lachar's red eyes gradually became empty, and then he went completely crazy.
“No!!! Lancross, I’m going to kill you!!!”
Rachel shouted at the top of his lungs.
Duke Lachar was dragged into the interlaced stone pillars. He became increasingly angry and struggled with all his might. His eyes were bloodshot, veins bulged, and blood foam oozed from the corners of his mouth.
"No, I just care about you. Why are you so anxious?"
Lanqi sighed with his hands on his hips in confusion. The interlocking stone pillars made a dull sound like prison doors under the push of Lanqi's magic. As the gap slowly closed, the figures of the other party reflected in the emerald green and scarlet eyes were gradually covered by darkness.
Rachel's voice also gradually faded away.
At the same time, Blood Moon City shook violently, forcing Lanqi to steady himself and look up into the sky.
Above the Blood Moon City, in the territory of the Horning Empire that had not yet been destroyed, foul air filled the air and demons danced wildly.
It was a bright sunset just before, but now the miasma that blocked out the sun enveloped the entire Horning Empire.
The doomsday turmoil left by the vampires arrived as expected.
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.
"Lanqi, let's go."
Talia said in his heart,
"The wait may be long, but I'll be with you."
She knew it would still be a tough battle.
But since Lanqi chose to experience it personally, this is his training and trial.
As Lanqi's always serious and responsible teacher, she will supervise the battle to the end.
"The final journey north begins."
The figure of the white-robed Pope disappeared in the Blood King's Palace.
When he reappeared, he had arrived at the ruined capital of the Horning Empire, Saint Trik.
Lanqi flew away.
He had cleared the south as far as he could.
But starting from the central part of the Honing Empire to the north, it has now turned into a purgatory on earth. The Saint Polant Empire further north is the last pure land that has not yet fallen into the abyss of demonization.
The demon army is rushing there, their numbers are so large that they are unstoppable.
He wants to complete Lanclos's final battle.
……
a few days later.
The northern border of Horning, the Rhine Province of Hels.
The blood dyed the Oberon Canal red.
Thousands of lives perished under the ravages of the demons.
The hellish battle line is beyond.
A lonely figure is still bathing in the blood of countless demons in the depths of the Honing Empire, blocking most of the demon attacks for the Saint Polant Empire.
At this moment, he has lost his former charm.
The once holy white robe was stained black and red by blood and mud, the arms holding the scepter were covered with scars, and the silver mask had completely shattered, revealing a face that could no longer maintain its disguise.
Blood continued to seep from the corners of his mouth, dripping down his chin and blending with the stains on his body.
The sky above was still gray and dead, and the land was devastated.
Thus the pope resolutely stood at the mouth of the abyss.
No one knows how long he struggled in this hell and how many demons he killed.
His fate had already passed the end and he had become an undead.
The rules of the undead side were eroding his will bit by bit, but his remaining rationality told him that he had to continue to block the demon army.
The body of the living dead is collapsing and rotting bit by bit, the flesh and blood are blurred under the shattered skin, and almost all of its internal organs are broken. Every breath is accompanied by heart-wrenching pain, and even more terrifying is the curse that devours the soul.
But every extra spell cast can save thousands of innocent lives.
"We have spotted an oversized demon! The rear troops should stop!"
The entire army lined up and shouted, breaking the dead silence of the air.
Following the sound, Lanqi saw a group of figures riding on silver-armored horses.
Silvery armor, gleaming spears, and fluttering flags.
They were the Knights of the Temple of Saint Polante that had come from the north. They were the elite who had sworn to follow Pope Saint Polante in the conquest until death.
The leader of the legion——
She held the hilt of the sword, her purple eyes showing hesitation, and her long light hair fluttering in the wind like a dazzling flag.
Seeing this figure, Lanqi felt a sense of relief in his heart.
With Siglee here, it won't be a problem to block the next few waves of demon attacks.
But the next second, when the temple knights saw the figure of the demon clearly, they also understood who this super-sized demon was.
"All troops in formation!!"
"Why did Pope Lanclos also become a demon?"
The faces of the Knights Templar were filled with disbelief and horror.
They gasped as the blood-filled air stabbed into them.
From the accessories on the demon, it is clear that he is Pope Saint Polante.
Those eyes that were once as gentle as jade now glowed with a creepy green light, and the deep eye sockets were like two dark abysses that seemed to suck the human soul in.
How could this be the Pope they once respected? He was clearly the most terrifying monster!
Even though they understood that the Pope's fall was a tragedy, they still felt a heart-wrenching pain when they saw him become like this.
“Quickly…quickly step back…!”
The Knights' general shouted tremblingly, his voice almost breaking.
The silver-armored knights retreated in an orderly manner, with their silver spears and lances all pointing at the white-robed Pope.
A berserk demon will make his original strength skyrocket. If the Pope is demonized, he will be invincible!
Now it depends on whether Her Majesty Sigra can defeat him again.
"Sigre..."
Looking at all this, the Pope's eyes were filled with a smile of relief, and the last bit of strength in his body collapsed and dissipated.
He spoke her name in the dim light.
The field of vision was shaking as it opened and closed.
"..."
He saw Sigra crying and shouting his name heartbreakingly, running towards him.
But I didn't have the chance to touch him.
The Pope's body died after a long battle.
At the moment when the skin cracked and fell off, the flesh became bloody and rotted, and the internal organs were all shattered, even the noble head turned into a ball of black mist under the erosion of the curse.
Siglei's efforts were in vain, leaving only the ornaments scattered on the ground.
“No, no…!”
She knelt on the ground with a blank mind, tears rolling down her cheeks like pearls from a broken string. No matter how she tried to gather the Pope's body parts with her helpless hands, they all slipped away from her hands like quicksand.
Sigley seemed to be confessing and begging, and kept saying something.
But Lanqi could no longer hear.
Lanqi watched his body disintegrate bit by bit and turn into dust.
He could only watch as his vision was slowly shrouded by the black fog, and Sieglie disappeared from his sight.
The curse of eternal punishment made his soul completely immortal and also took away his five senses...
……
When his consciousness was refocused, Lanqi came to that strange space.
To be precise, this can no longer be called "space".
There was no light, no sound, no trace of any physical presence.
He still remains in this world, but cannot touch or see any real objects, and cannot exchange senses with any entity.
He will wander forever in a realm that even death cannot touch.
Looking around, there is only endless darkness, which seems to devour the human soul.
Lanqi stood in the black fog, without any movement this time, but seemed to be still thinking about something.
Talia knew what Lanci was thinking.
"This ending is too cruel for Sigley."
Talia could not forget Sigra's final appearance for a long time, and felt a dull pain in her heart.
She believed Lanqi felt the same way.
Although this is relatively the best outcome that can be achieved in the Blood Moon Era.
But from now on, Sieglie will begin to endure the pain that Lancros suffered throughout his life.
“Sometimes, living may be a punishment, and death is a relief.”
Lan Qi shook his head.
He actually wanted to hear what Sieglie's final conversation with Lancros was.
But the Mirror of Tiberius had run out of uses, and he had no chance to hear what Sieglie said.
Unless after this shadow world, I can get a treasure like the Kaliela Shadow Weaving Record.
"Well, this is history that was determined ten thousand years ago. Even if Lancros feels guilty towards Sigler, you can't help him pay it back, right?"
Talia counseled Lanci and talked to him.
The difference between Lanklos' situation and Lanklos' is that Lanklos still has her in the dark space.
Even at this moment, she can share her perception with Lanqi and help Lanqi relieve his loneliness.
"That's true."
Lanci agreed.
"But when I think about it carefully, Lanclos met two destined ladies in succession during his lifetime, but they both failed to have a happy ending. It has become an eternal regret."
Talia also began to feel sad and emotional.
For Lanklos, Siglei is almost the light of Lanklos's second half of life. She gave him the motivation to live in his most confused moments and understood his heart all the time. For twelve years, she was not only the person Lanklos trusted the most, but also the person who trusted Lanklos the most. She could almost be regarded as another Lanklos. Even in the end, when Lanklos entrusted his life to her, he could only turn to her.
She couldn't help but wonder, if there really was a destiny in the afterlife, and they met at first sight after ten thousand years, who would Lanclos choose...
"But this is Lanclos' life. Whether he has regrets or peace of mind, only he can judge. Being able to put an end to the blood moon and fulfill his long-cherished wish can be considered a kind of rest in peace."
Lan Qi shook his head.
“Why is human life so short?”
Talia witnessed the end of Lancros and had no way to express her regret.
Now she was a little reluctant to accept the fact that her little apprentice was a human being.
If he agreed, she would like to transform him into her own familiar and share life with him.
"I always feel that Lanclos' story is not over yet. If the dream I had in the Flower City Pariel before is related to the blood moon ruining the world, Lanclos will meet a very important woman after he becomes a dead ghost..."
Lanqi muttered thoughtfully.
But the memory of that dream was too fragmented, and he could hardly remember what it was.
If in real history, Lanclos used the Mirror of Tiberius to activate it three times, and after using it up, he reproduced the process and ending of the third simulation in the real world, ending the Blood Moon Destruction, then Lanclos would turn into the black mist undead, wandering in the world, or he might stay in a place that he intuitively thinks is familiar, until someone comes to save him.
"I think I have some impression."
Talia remembered that after Lanci bought two reincarnation gems with her in the flower city of Pariel, Lanci fell asleep leaning on her on a bench by the Selina River.
Lanqi had a long dream.
In the dream, the two of them were in reverse order, and Lanqi became a black mist ghost familiar, silently accompanying her as she sat on the throne.
Later, when they were recording cards with Calliera's Shadowweaving in Parië, the Flower City, they had a similar dream.
I dreamed that Lanqi turned into a black fog undead and stayed in the principal's office of Purgatory Corridor Academy.
He met a little gray cat who could see him.
“But that’s just my impression.”
Thalia added.
The two couldn't reach a conclusion after discussing it.
……
Lanci and Talia experience the world that Lanclos saw after using the eternal punishment of immortality on himself.
Sometimes they chatted, sometimes they were quiet.
I do not know how long it has been.
The simulation of the Mirror of Tiberius was accelerated a lot, and time passed quickly, but no matter how fast time passed, forever was forever.
They could only wait for Tamisa to unplug the energy outside the mirror and rescue them.
“I don’t know how long I’ll have to wait this time.”
This time, Talia did not panic even after a long time.
"Now that you have returned to the Shadow World, have you thought about how to put an end to the Blood Moon's destruction of the world?"
As long as you know there is an end, it’s not that scary.
"I've fought them three times. I know how to fight the vampires of this era with my eyes closed. Anyway, the ninth ancestor, Marquis Bernhard, will definitely fall first."
Lanqi reviewed it confidently.
This time he told Tamisa to unplug the energy in the central energy room in two hours. He estimated that the time should be up soon. He and Talia had waited for a long time this time.
"Wait, you're not going to the Demon King's Castle Nakaris to get help?"
Talia suddenly realized that if Lanqi could not use the ninth-level power, he would not be able to use eternal punishment of immortality.
Then the only remaining substitute option is to ask the big demons for help. Of course, this is also in line with the playing style of Ranci, the great summoner.
Once the sun comes out, he doesn't care about the rest.
"Then I must ask Melogas to help me. I don't know if she will think I am being presumptuous if I go to her a day later."
Lanqi confirmed Talia's idea.
He firmly believes that heroes have heroic ways of fighting.
Even if he himself does not have the power of the ninth level, he will let the vampires feel what it means to "to survive in this world, you need power and background."
"No, no, no! Lord Merogasi, the blasphemer... that look in her eyes is really disgusting. I don't want to see that girl!"
Talia felt goose bumps all over her body at the thought of meeting the scorpion-tailed female demon again.
Just as they were killing time and chatting as usual.
A slight noise broke the silence.
It is not the sound of the mind.
Instead, it was a long-lost, real sound that suddenly penetrated the darkness and awakened his consciousness.
The sound was so vibrant and so soft, like a kitten jumping on the carpet.
"Is Tamesha here?"
Talia seemed to have a vision of a little gray cat jumping in from the dark fog in the distance.
Blink again and it's gone.
"should be."
Lanci replied, staring around.
But before I could see clearly where the little gray cat's shadow had gone, the dark space became dim and bright.
"Did you see the little gray cat too?"
Talia asked in surprise.
It turned out that it wasn't her illusion!
So according to the results of the third simulation...
Will Lanclos see a mysterious little gray cat long after he has become a dead spirit?
"Yes."
Lanci affirmed.
"The negative effects of immortal punishment this time and the second simulation are obviously the same, why didn't we see the little gray cat the second time, but it's different this time?"
Talia didn't have time to analyze where the little gray cat came from, she just felt confused.
"The second simulation may end with the destruction of civilization, and most of the creatures in the world will not survive. The third simulation may end with the world being reborn, and most of the creatures in the north will survive. Then there will be a person who can save Lanclos..."
Lanqi told his speculation.
Before they finished discussing.
The world becomes unreal and flickering.
It's like this void can't be sustained.
A ray of silver light penetrates the layers of darkness.
In an instant, the endless darkness was shattered by the dazzling light.
The shackles and curses on Lanqi were also melted one by one.
He regained control of his body and was able to move.
"..."
Lanci walked out of the Mirror of Tiberius and returned to the deepest underground of the Purgatory Corridor Academy, which he had been away from in this conscious world for a long time.
This was a small transparent room that seemed to be wrapped in the eternal night sky. Only the sparse starlight around it provided him with enough light to see the scene clearly.
The space inside the central room is completely different from the school.
The psychedelic walls swallowed up most of the light and echoes, leaving only the sound of the hot pulse.
Feeling his heart beating, he was sure that he was alive again.
The trial of Daoxuan Qing is to constantly go back and forth between life and death. Only those who cross life and death can obtain the future from him.
"Welcome back."
Tamisa said to him, holding the energy cord in one hand.
To her it seemed like only a moment had passed.
But the phantom had the same expression.
"It's you……"
Perhaps it was because the light in the central energy room was a little dazzling, or perhaps it was because he had just stood up and his vision was a little dark, Lanqi fell into a trance.
He stood in front of the Mirror of Tiberius in a daze, looking at Tamisa's figure that looked like a gray cat.
Tamisa's childish face slowly began to overlap with the vague appearance of the gray-haired demon girl in Lanqi's dream.
"Tamisha... I'm back."
Lanqi gradually began to laugh, a relieved smile.
It was a smile of relief.
It's like I can finally leave this era with peace of mind, a farewell smile.
"Why are you smiling at me?"
Tamisa asked the Phantom.
She always spoke without any tone, and her questions sounded like statements.
Tamisa discovered that every time the phantom walked out of the Mirror of Tiberius, his mental state would become tired and unstable, which made her very worried.
She raised her hands, signaling to the phantom that she could hug him.
"Tamisha, maybe in the distant future, I will need you to save me again."
Lanqi walked up to Tamisha, hugged the petite figure and said please.
"What's the meaning."
Tamisa moved her head and asked Lanqi.
Obviously this phantom demon was strong enough to protect her from Merogas, so why did he seek her protection?
"You'll understand later."
A hundred years later, Tamisa grew up to be a demon girl and was old enough to go to school at Purgatory Corridor Academy.
At that time, she no longer recognized who the Black Mist Undead was, and the broken Black Mist Undead also lost its memory.
However, the half of the soul that Kaliela left to each of them will eventually link their destinies together.
This is the content of the dream that only Lanqi, who lived ten thousand years later, knew in the present world.
At this point in time, the historical Lanclos did not know who might save him in the future.
Kolanqi already understood.
I understand everything.
"Could it be that there will be a third Destiny Girl in Lancroce..."
Talia muttered to herself in a daze.
She also had some understanding of what kind of story would happen after the Blood Moon World ended.
But that's all for later.
"How long will that be?"
Tamisa asked confusedly.
She has no concept of time or numbers.
"Maybe a hundred years."
Lanqi let her go and replied to her with a smile.
"That's no problem. I will protect you."
Tamisa breathed a sigh of relief and counted out the largest number she knew.
"My promise is valid for 100,000 years, and the goddess of fate is my witness."
She stretched out her little finger, hooked it with the phantom's little finger, and made a promise.
(End of this chapter)