Don't confiscate my citizenship

The eighth ancestor, Marquis Somerset, subconsciously took a half step back and tensed his muscles.

But he was stared at by the gloomy eyes of the third ancestor, Duke Rashal.

"..."

The third ancestor, Rashal, once again set his sights on the Pope.

They were all convinced that Pope Saint Paulante had fallen down the ninth level and was at the end of his short human life.

For the twilight pope, who was only an eighth-level man, to come to Blood Moon City alone was undoubtedly to die.

Lanclos should have been desperate and fought with several of their ancestors, and then his glass body was smashed into pieces, cut into half of his body, and cut into an ugly human pig. The fact that all sacrifices were meaningless ended his incompetent life in despair.

He shouldn't and cannot still maintain his heyday far beyond what he was four years ago!

This is completely different from the divination result of Harrithir.

"Your Majesty the Pope, do you have any misunderstanding with us?"

The third ancestor, Duke Rashal, turned his gaze to the pope in the distance, and the young man asked him in a much more solemn voice.

"You want to reconcile?"

Lan Qi asked in surprise.

"certainly."

The third ancestor Rashal nodded sincerely.

Harrithier's divination will not be wrong. It is a miracle that the Pope can survive until now. His fate will be an unchangeable fact. As long as it takes a few days at most, the Pope will definitely be buried.

Three years ago, when they created the illusion of peace and reached a surrender compromise, the Pope was not that strong and could not invade Blood Moon City.

In the past few years, they have been making preparations to prevent the Pope from coming to trouble them and retaliate against them.

There is no reason to confront this guy now.

"Are you kidding me?"

Even Lan Qi was laughed at by the third ancestor.

It's a bit insulting to your intelligence.

I also want him to stop fighting again and wait until he dies before revealing his true colors.

"I still like your unruly look."

The white-robed pope commented on the third ancestor, Duke Rashal.

"Pope, don't be too aggressive. We have been following the Oberon Convention. But you, want to break the peace that was finally established, become a sinner for the ages, and let the sacrifices of your friends be in vain?"

The eighth ancestor, Marquis Somerset, pointed at Lanqi and shouted angrily.

"I finally know why Togliado wanted to fuck you by name."

Not only was Lan Qi not angry, he also sighed in relief.

He was on the second floor of the Brilda Opera House at the time, and he didn't care yet why Dimensional Bishop Togliado chose Somerset, a tough vampire warrior, when choosing his opponent.

Now it seems that Somerset does meet Togliado's standards of fun.

If Somerset had offended and angered Toliado, a great demon general, after tens of thousands of years of unsealing, then Toliado would naturally teach Somerset what it means to be evil.

"Who is Togliado?"

Somerset frowned in confusion.

He felt that the Pope was a bit baffled.

"You will know in tens of thousands of years."

Lan Qi replied with a chuckle under his mask.

"Tens of thousands of years later..."

This was an unintentional remark that was not like a joke, and a trace of confusion flashed across the eyes of the seventh ancestor, Marquis Helitier.

"Pope, which timeline are you in now?"

Harrithir questioned the Pope as if he had discovered an extremely horrifying fact.

"you guess."

Lan Qi knew that Harrithir, as a vampire astrologer, was as naturally sensitive to the timeline as the demon observer Pranai.

"Is this reality... or is it the future you observed... But if you come from the past, how can you know the future tens of thousands of years later..."

The seventh ancestor, Harrithir, became more and more frightened as he thought about it, and the more frightened and angry he became.

"Just think I lied to you."

Lan Qi spread his hands easily.

"Lan Qi, you messed up her heart haha."

Thalia laughed while watching the battle.

She discovered that the greatest fear for astrologers is to mess with the astrologer's sense of time.

Of course, it was impossible for Harrithir to understand that this place was actually the past and the future for the enemy.

"Pope, have you used immortal punishment on yourself?"

Harrithir still couldn't understand, but only one thing was certain, the blood-red pupils were full of anger.

The Pope can kill so decisively, as if he knows everything, can use immortal punishment on himself so harshly, and maintain his condition, regardless of the cost or consequences, he must have seen something!

"yes."

Lan Qi put his hand on his cheek and opened his mask, allowing them to see the dark mark climbing like a centipede on his left cheek.

"So don't expect me to be weak or that you can escape."

He spoke frankly and told them the answer.

The cheeks half-covered by the silver-white mask, the teasing eyelids at the top of the black centipede, and the emerald-green eyes blooming with a clear and cold light made the three ancestors feel terrified.

"You crazy person..."

They had never seen such an evil Pope Saint Paulante.

It's like being completely possessed.

"Demons, demons again. Sure enough, it was some demon secret treasure left behind by that bitch Kaliela that allowed you to divine the future!"

The third ancestor, Duke Rashal, shouted angrily,

"Lancross...you are a dead and inflexible thing...do you have to come and stand in front of us?!"

The third ancestor finally did not hide the ferocity in his eyes, and understood that today he would have to fight to the death with Pope St. Paulante. The blood-red magic power was rising steadily.

[Immortal Punishment] The most terrifying thing about this magic is not using it on the enemy, but using it on yourself.

No one knows what negative effects this unbreakable curse will have on oneself.

Perhaps what awaits him will be the punishment of immortal soul after his body has rotted away, and he will never be able to escape from it forever.

Even so, Pope Saint Paulante came to take them away before he died.

"You will not hunt me, you will hunt the defenseless, and I must stand in your way, and I will always stand in your way."

Lan Qi put his hands behind his back, and circles of lightning spread outward from his feet, creating ripples on the stone slabs until Yong Yao illuminated the entire Blood Moon City.

His eyes were like the coldest ice lake in winter, staring at his opponent through the sharp edge of electric light.

At this moment, the waterfall thundered.

Like a gnawing whale, the incandescent storm swept over everything, covering the entire Blood Moon City!

"Ahhhh!!!"

In the pure thunder light that washed away all the dirt in the world, the three ancestors all let out ghost-like screams.

"Use thunder magic that you are not good at. Don't look down on us too much!"

Among the three ancestors, only he could barely move within this full-range composite spell of light and thunder.

Duke Lachard took the lead in attacking.

Blood-red magic power surged around him, and his eyes instantly became extremely dark, almost two bottomless black holes.

Countless dark red tentacles of mental power quickly extended from his body, covering the entire battlefield like a dense forest of thorns.

"No matter how firm your will is, it is nothing but dust passing by in the wind in front of my spiritual magic!"

Rashal sneered and controlled the tentacles to attack Lan Qi.

"Don't forget, you still have the mental scars I left on you."

The spiritual world of this weak human being is already riddled with holes. Any firmness that seems to be tempered is just because the weak Lanclos can only control such a lonely future!

"Yeah?"

However, the moment the tentacles came into contact with Lan Qi, it was as if they had hit an invisible wall. They instantly fell apart and turned into little bloody afterglows that dissipated in the air.

Rashal's eyes widened, unable to believe that the spiritual magic he was so proud of had no effect.

He was 10,000% certain that this guy was Lanclos, and he still had the psychic wounds he gave him.

Those were the scars caused by the ninth-level epic spell.

Why can he ignore it?

"Are you really Lanclos?! You have his power and memory, but a flawless state of mind. Who are you?!"

Rashal shouted.

"I am here to listen to your cries."

Lan Qi looked calm, as if nothing had happened.

He raised his right hand, and a bolt of lightning as bright as day burst out from his palm, carrying the force of thunder and striking straight at Rashaer.

Rashal quickly summoned a blood-colored magic barrier in an attempt to resist the fatal blow, but where the lightning passed, the barrier shattered like paper. The lightning hit Rashal's chest hard, and his entire slender figure flew away. , smashing a huge hole in the wall of the Blood Palace.

"Are you really...a human...?"

Rashal struggled to get up from the ruins, blood spilling from the corners of his mouth.

He never expected that Pope Saint Paulante would not only be so terrifying in strength, but also have a completely different state of mind.

It was like he had sublimated the tiger's gulp of great suffering, learned how to digest it and make tea, awakened everything he had been obsessed with, removed the last dead corner of his soul, used pain to heighten joy, and allowed danger to shine through, and he understood everything with great enlightenment. Human world!

"Don't underestimate humans. These are the humans born by your vampires during the Blood Moon Bad Age. Now it's your turn to face the consequences."

Lan Qi stared at the three ancestors in front of him, the corners of his lips raised slightly, exuding a confidence that made the ancestors shudder.

"I don't agree!! Human beings can't resist us!! It's doomed!!"

Rashal roared and once again summoned the bloody tentacles that filled the sky, swarming up like the arms of a devil. They twisted and circled, intending to wrap around Lan Qi's limbs. At the same time, countless dark red mental attacks also followed. .

But Lan Qi just waved his hand lightly, and the storm dispersed in front of him, blocking all attacks.

The moment the tentacles touched the wind blade, they hissed and exploded like fire.

Rashal's mental attacks were also defeated, and they were all cut off by the wind blade. Instead, Rashal himself suffered heavy injuries, and blood continued to flow from his mouth.

Somerset, the eighth ancestor, took advantage of this opportunity and rushed forward with a roar.

The muscles all over his body bulged out, as hard as cast steel.

"Pope, do you dare to accept my fist head on!"

Each of his punches contained the power to destroy the heaven and the earth. The wind of the punch was so fierce that the air around him was crushed to pieces.

Even though the Pope has level nine and can cause multiple damage to their vampires, his own body cannot resist his punches and return without any injuries!

Facing this ferocious beast, Lan Qi seemed to be at ease.

He nimbly dodged Somerset's attacks, his movements light and graceful, as if he were dancing.

Somerset's fists always missed and hit the ground, stirring up dust all over the sky, but Lanqi felt no pain and no dust on his clothes.

"You will also be able to sneak attack."

Lan Qi said with a smile while dodging.

He seized the opportunity, and at the moment Somerset punched again, he slashed his right arm with a hand blade.

With a crisp sound of "Crack", Somerset's right arm was cut off at the root, and blood gushed out.

"Ah!!!"

Somerset screamed and retreated in pain.

He looked at his broken right arm in disbelief, with shock and fear written all over his face.

Before he could pull away, the ghostly figure in a white robe and mask, holding a silver-white sawtooth light wheel, chopped down at his neck.

In just a few breaths, Somerset was cut into several large pieces.

The seventh ancestor Helitiel saw that the two ancestors were defeated one after another, and knew that something was wrong.

She quickly treated and supported the two ancestors, and tried to predict Lanqi's next move.

Countless stars flashed in front of her eyes, outlining a complicated timeline.

"Somerset, hold on for a while! Lachar, get out of the way, his target is you!"

Heritiel used the invisible magic link of magic to guide the actions of Lachar and Somerset.

With her prediction, the offensive of the two finally stopped being monotonous and began to find the right time.

Lanqi seemed to have seen through it all.

He could always react one step ahead, appearing in a position that Helitiel did not expect, and even smiled and turned his head to look at Helitiel.

Gradually, Helitiel's thoughts became more and more flustered. Her prediction not only failed to help her companions, but pushed them into danger again and again.

"You, how could you?"

Heritiel widened her eyes, her face full of disbelief.

As the most outstanding astrologer in the blood clan, her prediction had never failed, but today it was easily seen through by Lanqi, which simply subverted her cognition.

Even if he had divined the vampire's strategy with a special method, he himself did not have the talent and ability for divination, and it was impossible for him to constantly counter her predictions in battle.

"Don't you understand?"

Lan Qi chuckled, waved his hand and released a series of rock spikes, nailing Somerset firmly to the ground and unable to move.

He came to Lachar's side again in an instant, stepped on Lachar's back, and sat on Lachar leisurely like an air chair.

"As long as I hit randomly myself, you can't predict what I will do next."

Lan Qi always changes his attack intentions.

If there are several possibilities for each attack, he will give randomness to each possibility and he will choose it at will.

"Don't go too far!"

The third ancestor Lachar roared, but he couldn't move the mountain-like pope on his back.

No enemy has ever dared to fight them to death with such contempt!

"Let go of Lachar!"

The eighth ancestor Marquis Somerset, whose body had been reconstructed, was furious when he saw this.

His eyes were red, and his muscles were swollen to the limit, like a mad beast.

He raised his left fist and blasted towards Lanqi. Wherever the fist passed, the void was smashed to pieces, and the world was shaking.

Lanqi was not in a hurry.

He deftly turned sideways and barely avoided this brute force attack. Then, he put one hand on Somerset's arm, and reached up with the other hand, hitting Somerset's forehead like lightning. A pure light poured in from his fingertips and rushed through Somerset's body.

Somerset let out a shrill scream, and felt that the blood in his body seemed to be purified.

"Somerset, get out of the way!"

Lachar tried his best to activate his magic power and condensed a huge blood-colored magic mirror in front of him.

The figure of Lanqi was reflected on the mirror, but there was something subtly different.

The Lanqi in the mirror had empty eyes, a dead face, and an ominous aura all over his body.

"Look, Pope! This is the reflection of your heart!"

Lachar smiled grimly,

"You appear righteous on the surface, but you hide endless darkness in your heart. You are no different from us!"

As long as the Pope loses his mind, the black Pope in the mirror will come out and become his summoner, Lachar.

Lanqi only stared at the magic mirror, with a hint of naturalness at the corner of his mouth.

"Lachar."

He said softly, and the wind blew gently, rolling up his silver hair.

"You can only say that the side you see is black, but you can't prove that the side you don't see is not pure white. What if there are half-black and half-white goats in the world?"

He raised his hand, and the illusion in the mirror shattered and turned into dots of light.

The real Lanqi stood in place, surrounded by a soft and bright halo.

He was like the warm spring sun that was always pure and flawless.

Lachar widened his eyes, unable to believe that the counter-magic he was proud of was so easily defeated.

They fought hard.

And the opponent seemed to be playing with them.

Lachar roared angrily, summoning the blood-red tentacles that covered the sky again, vowing to tear Ranchi into pieces.

Ranchi just waved his hand casually, and the bright light arc cut off all the tentacles.

He approached Lachar, and every step made the earth tremble.

Lachar's magic was as fragile as a paper castle in front of him, and it collapsed in an instant.

Ranchi stretched out his right hand and pressed it on Lachar's forehead.

The palm of his hand was surging with blazing white light, like a scorching sun.

"Ah ah..."

Lachar screamed miserably, and felt that his brain was pierced by countless needles, and his soul was burning.

Somerset attacked crazily, using all possible means, but Lanqi's figure formed an insurmountable silver barrier, defusing all attacks.

"Somerset, fall back! Watch out for his lightning strikes!"

Harrithir was controlling the starlight while shouting through the communication channel that only their vampires could hear.

But her warnings were always a beat late.

Before Rashael could run or Somerset could react, he was hit by Ranch's attack.

Somerset was driven through the arm by a series of rock spikes, while Rashal was struck in the chest by a thunderous bolt of electricity.

"I have been fighting against the old woman who reads my mind 24 hours a day. It's strange that your divination skills can be useful to me."

Lan Qi took advantage of the victory to pursue, and a dazzling white light gathered in his palms, moving towards the direction of the ancestors.

A giant light blade suddenly took shape across the battlefield. Wherever it passed, blood spattered and broken limbs fell down.

The third ancestor, Duke Rashal, the eighth ancestor, the Marquis of Somerset, and the seventh ancestor, the Marquis of Harrithier, had no time to dodge, and their bodies were cut off by the light blades, and screams could not be heard.

When Harrithier saw this, he finally panicked.

She frantically burned mana to search for the key point on the timeline that could reverse the situation of the war, but every line led to the same ending - chaos and confusion.

She fell to her knees in despair, the stars shattered in front of her eyes, and there was no way to guide her.

"Why, there is no way to defeat..."

Harrithir murmured tremblingly.

Lan Qi stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at the three scarred ancestors.

"I said, I will always block your blood moon bad world."

He spoke slowly, his voice calm.

He stretched out his hand, and dark and clear rock pillars rose from the ground, forming an indestructible cage around them.

The three ancestors struggled to escape, but their bodies were tightly imprisoned by invisible forces and could not move.

"For those of you who know nothing about the meaning of eternity, it's time for the answer to be revealed to you."

Lan Qi no longer used elemental magic to play with them, but used his sealing techniques, [Immortal Punishment] and [Chimera Edict],

"This cage is made of my will. It can last for at least tens of thousands of years. Don't even think about leaving even half a step. Please repent here until the day we meet again."

As soon as he finished speaking, the rock pillar slowly sank into the ground, sinking into the endless abyss with the seventh ancestor, Marquis Harrithier, and the eighth ancestor, Marquis Somerset.

Only the strongest third ancestor, Duke Rashal, is still resisting.

"I am the third ancestor after the true king and the prince. It is not that simple to seal me!"

The third ancestor, Duke Rashal, held on to the chimeric rock pillar, struggled with it, and shouted angrily,

"If that damn true king hadn't abandoned us, how could we have lost to you!"

Rashal's red eyes were full of unwillingness.

"So you are actually abandoned failures?"

Lan Qi stared doubtfully at the third ancestor Rashal who was about to be covered by the rock pillar, and asked.

"no!!!"

Rashal shouted at the top of his lungs.

Duke Rashal was pulled into the staggered stone pillars by an invisible force. He did not accept his fate. He tried his best to resist, his eyes were bloodshot, veins popped out, and blood foam overflowed from the corners of his mouth.

"See you again in tens of thousands of years, Rashal."

The chiseled stone pillars, like the door of the confessional, made a dull sound driven by Lan Qi's magic power. As the gap slowly closed, the eyes of Lan Qi and Rashael gradually obscured each other in black.

"Lancros, do you really think you have won?! Do you think we are not prepared for anything?!"

Rashal yelled, his voice hoarse and crazy,

"Do you think everything will be over after you seal us?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he burst into a blood-curdling laugh.

The laughter echoed over the ruins of the Blood Palace, seeming to tear apart the entire space of Blood Moon City.

Lan Qi frowned, but didn't take it too seriously.

He raised his hand and continued to seal the third ancestor Rashal, turned around and left, preparing to completely end this blood moon world, but heard Rashal's next words.

"The Horning Empire is in doom! All the citizens in the south have been infected by the blood poison of the second ancestor, and I am suppressing their demonization. Once I am sealed, all the people of Horning will become demons, and the saints in the north will The Papal Domain of Paulante will also suffer!”

After Rashael said this, he laughed heartily, ignoring the blood he was coughing up.

They have been preparing to destroy the Theocracy of St. Paulante for many years. The residents of the Horning Empire can also be buried together, and they can slowly cultivate obedient two-legged sheep in the future.

It has to be said that the technology of the Huoning Empire's testing ground is a good thing. After research and improvement by their vampires, the citizens of Huoning have unknowingly consumed a large amount of demon toxins in their lives over the years.

As long as you want to turn someone into a demon, you only need to lower your mental suppression!

"Ah hahaha! Hahaha! You didn't expect that the self-rescue method used by the Huoning Empire to fight against our vampires became our last card to destroy the Huoning Empire."

Harsh laughter echoed in the Blood Palace Square.

Lan Qi's footsteps paused.

He turned around, an imperceptible wavering flashing through his green eyes.

But soon, those eyes regained their determination.

"Lancross, what should you do?! Watching the world being destroyed, you should still use your strength as a chariot to kill. Then, as a demon, you and these demons will be mixed together and be witnessed by the surviving generations. I think you are the initiator of this catastrophe..."

As the chimeric rock pillars were completely sealed, Rashal's voice also disappeared from the Blood Palace.

At the same time, the ground began to tremble violently, forcing Lan Qidu to steady his body and look up at the sky.

He felt that above the Blood Moon City, the land of the Huoning Empire was filled with turbid air, demons were dancing wildly, the earth was roaring, and blood was smeared.

It was clearly daytime before, but now it seemed like a solar eclipse had begun, and a miasma that covered the sky and sun enveloped the entire Horning Empire.

Lan Qi looked up, his vision penetrated far away, and he saw that the sky was shrouded in gray black and blood red, and a dead gray sun hung feebly in the sky, without any warmth or light.

The earth cracked and collapsed in the tremors, and cracks spread like spider webs.

The St. Trike complex collapsed and was reduced to rubble.

People's cries and calls for help came and went, but they were quickly drowned out by even more terrifying sounds.

Groups of residents twisted and deformed in pain and panic, turning into terrifying demons.

They have lost their humanity and reason, leaving only bloodlust and a desire for destruction.

Before more people could remember their transformation into violent demons, they turned into corpses in the chaos, trampling and biting.

In the Huoning Empire, everyone is a demon.

Wherever they passed, forests were swallowed up instantly, rivers were cut off and rerouted, hills were razed to the ground, city-states were as fragile as cardboard in front of them, churches were easily trampled to pieces, and the remains of buildings fell like raindrops.

The air is filled with the pungent smell of flesh and blood. The once prosperous city-state is now only ruins and hell on earth, and the entire country is shrouded in death.

"Lan Qi, what should I do?"

Thalia's heart beat rapidly at this moment and she asked in a panic.

She figured out the many causes and effects of the previous simulation and this simulation in the Horning Empire.

Once it becomes a crazy failed demon, it will burn its life until death, and its combat power will increase exponentially!

The north can't stop this overwhelming wave of demons from destroying the world!

Sealing the third ancestor, Duke Rashal, resulted in an equally bad ending.

"..."

Lan Qi stood on top of the underground ruins, looking up at all this with no expression on his face.

But his fists clenched tighter and tighter.

Lan Qi stared into the distance, his green eyes flashing with light. For a moment, he saw the shadow of the future, a beautiful world without the tyranny of the blood race and where humans live and work in peace and contentment.

This must have been the future Lancros saw when he used the Mirror of Tiberius for the second time.

"Even a chosen throne needs someone to sit on it calmly."

He muttered, his voice as solid as a rock.

He seemed to have understood.

【This is--】

[The fate of Lancros. 】