Don't confiscate my citizenship

In the spacious and luxurious executive suite on the top floor of Purgatory Cloister Academy, no matter how the wind and snow blow outside the window, the interior is always bathed in soft light.

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

Lan Qi's eyes moved towards this light.

Compared with the previous two simulations, this time it was six or seven hours later, and the initial time was already at night.

As the principal, he seemed to have been dreaming in the principal's office all day, not even paying attention to the missed communication.

According to Lan Qi's knowledge of the principal's office, the secretary should have looked for him during the day, but he did not respond.

And if there is nothing too important, the secretary will not come to the principal's office to disturb him, so the information will be retained.

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

Thalia misses Hyperion and Sigre.

"I told Lisandra my plans for today in advance, and she should tell them."

Lan Qi touched the communication magic device and flipped through the messages on it.

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

At present, it seems that if he does not make a choice, time will pass for every minute he spends in the principal's office.

At this stage, what he can do in the principal's office is very limited.

There is almost no contact with the outside world, and there is no way to use Lancross's high-level spells.

A closer feel is Town Safety Mode.

If you want to use Lanclos's power to travel far away quickly, or completely use Lanclos' ninth-level body to fight, you have to choose the "personal intervention" option.

When Lan Qi thought of this, the information from the Mirror of Tiberius stopped in front of him, and then the first branch appeared.

【You will choose next:】

【A.Immortal punishment】

【B. Go to Demon King's Castle】

【C. Return to the Theocracy】

[D. Personal intervention]

[Remaining life: 5 days, 4 hours and 30 minutes]

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

This simulation is based on the premise that Lanclos has already experienced the previous two simulations, and the information he holds has also changed accordingly.

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

Compared with the first simulation, the only change is that the original first option 'continue to stay' has been eliminated.

Because after Lanclos knew about the turmoil in the southern Horning Empire, it was impossible to sit still.

"Nothing to think about."

Lan Qi had almost no need to hesitate about the options of the Mirror of Tiberius, he was so familiar with them.

After reading it, he already selected the immortal punishment option on the light screen.

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

Thalia sighed in his mind.

Knowing the price of immortal punishment, she was very afraid of this spell.

If Tamisha didn't help them pull the plug, the real punishment of this spell might be "infinity".

She was really scared last time.

There is no end in sight.

Now she is still in the mood of surviving the disaster.

However, Thalia felt even more sad when she thought that Lancros in history had to actually use immortal punishment once outside the Mirror of Tiberius.

In reality, no one can save him.

When Lancross faces the end of the Blood Moon Bad Times, he really needs to make a decision.

While Talia was thinking about it, the eternal punishment of immortality that Lan Qi chose also began.

In an instant, the office in front of him began to be filled with black mist magic.

The originally stable enchantment magic on the office wall began to fluctuate, being pulled by the mysterious rules, and the lights became dimmer.

The tremendous magic power gathered in the air in front of the principal's desk, 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 Lan Qi, forming a black poisonous snake around him, and finally the lingering black mist shrank and rushed into his face.

When the spell engraved by the black mist fell on Lan Qi's left cheek, the surrounding magic fluctuations gradually subsided, the light dissipated, and everything returned to normal.

[Even if you know the consequences of using Immortal Punishment. 】

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

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

[Complete your final mission. 】

"This time we both have to stay in the void space for an unknown amount of time."

Thalia sighed.

Although Tamisha will help them cut off the energy outside according to the two-hour time limit Lanci said, she doesn't know how far the deviation will be.

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

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

Lan Qi briefly took off his mask, looked at the reflection of himself who looked more like a demon, and said with some guilt.

He clearly said that he wanted Thalia to enjoy happiness.

In the end, Thalia was dragged along with her to suffer the consequences.

"What are you talking about? I've been living so well every day since I was with you. If I have any difficulties, I'll tell you what's wrong."

Thalia said with great loyalty,

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

Knowing the void world after immortal punishment, she was even less likely to let Lan Qi enter the Mirror of Tiberius alone.

The feeling of two people being locked in a void space is completely different from that of one person being locked in a void space, at least they won't be so lonely.

"Thank you, Master. I now realize that I was wrong in my previous evaluation 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 his own forbidden power that would not wither.

In this way, he would no longer see the hint that he was getting weaker.

"What evaluation?"

Talia asked curiously.

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

Lanqi answered sincerely.

"..."

Talia was a little confused about whether Lanqi was praising her or insulting her.

This speaking habit is really Lanqi.

She thought.

The demon text of the Mirror of Tiberius continued to appear--

[Where will you go next:]

[A. Nakaris]

[B. Saint Trik]

[C. Hesharem]

[D. Personal intervention]

[Remaining life: 5 days, 4 hours and 29 minutes]

New choices followed.

"No, does this upside-down Lord Tiberius have obsessive-compulsive disorder? He even broke Helsharem into neat lengths?"

Talia was stunned when she saw the third option before she realized that this was Helsharem, the capital of Saint Polante.

"Helsharem is indeed Helsharem when you read it quickly, no problem."

Lanqi agreed.

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

As for Nakalis and Saint Trik, they are the capitals of the Demon Realm and the Horning Empire respectively.

Don't consider going there for the time being.

"Then are you going back to the capital of the Saint Polante Church this time?"

Talia understood what Lanqi would choose, but seeing that he had not yet determined the meaning of the option, she asked him.

"I have something else 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 the range of action is very limited, and time will continue to be consumed.

But he just used some existing objects in the principal's office, and it didn't have any effect.

This kind of small-scale action can be done in the illusion, and he has verified it in the first two simulations. In many scenes, he can participate in it slightly at the selected moments by his own will.

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

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

He also needs to remember the layout of Blood Moon City again.

"What can you do now?"

Talia was puzzled.

She felt that Lanqi had no room to play in this 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 World and the present world.

They have confirmed this at least dozens of times since the first contact with the Blood Moon World, but some people just can't figure it out, and they have to argue about the timeline on the Ikrit Student Forum.

In addition, any country in this Blood Moon World, including the Demon World, has long changed from any country in the present world.

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

The ultimate seal time of Lanklos's immortal punishment on the vampires is about tens of thousands of years, so when the time comes in the present world, the ancestors of the vampires will begin to be unsealed one after another.

Anyone who is similar to the present world in the Blood Moon Bad World Era, even if they are similar flowers in Lanqi's eyes, is reincarnation in Talia's eyes.

From her understanding of Lanqi, Lanqi once got a "memory of another world" after breaking into the Church of the Goddess of Destiny when he was drunk, where he was a main beauty and would know some things about the future timeline of the present world.

It is not ruled out that Lanklos traveled to a world and experienced a life before reincarnating into Lanqi, but what Lanqi saw and heard in that world as a main beauty must have been fabricated and arranged by the goddess of destiny.

In other words, the "main beauty's skills" are actually the accumulation of Lanklos plus Lanqi's painting talent, which originally belonged to him.

As for "Zhu Mei's understanding of the world", these are just the results of divination passed to him by the goddess of fate in a way that he can accept.

This even includes the map of Blood Moon City.

The map of Blood Moon City and the information of the ancestors are obviously also Lanklos's knowledge. Lanklos has experienced three simulations and one actual battle, and 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 Zhu Mei. The appearance of the blood ancestors familiar to Lanqi is also the ancestors that Lanklos has fought.

The goddess of fate just returned Lanklos's knowledge to Lanqi without affecting Lanqi's self.

Talia believes that she has sorted it out clearly enough.

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

"Of course, you have to make some preparations before you set off."

Lanqi picked up the receiver of the communication magic device, waiting for the connection, and answered Talia.

Soon, accompanied by a buzzing sound, a clear and beautiful demon female voice sounded on the other side.

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

The demon voice of the principal's secretary came.

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

Lanqi responded to the microphone.

The secretary's voice was still Lisandra.

But compared to the shadow world, Lisandra in Lanklos' timeline was 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, Lancros would not have met and become friends with Lisandra in the Demon King's City of Necalis. Later, even Lisa Della is destined to come to Purgatory Corridor College to serve as the principal's secretary, and Lancros and Lysandra have a more superior-subordinate relationship.

No matter how talkative Lanclos was, he was still a big demon that was out of reach for Lissandra.

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

Lysandra replied respectfully.

"Thanks."

Lan Qi didn't chat much with her and put the microphone back in its place.

He sat down on the principal's office chair and waited.

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

"what are you thinking about?"

Seeing that he was bored, Thalia struck up a conversation with him.

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

"I'm afraid that Sigre will also become distant from me."

Lanqi is not sure what the real historical relationship between Lanclos and Sigre is.

But judging from the fragments of the Demon King's Palace recorded in Kaliela's Shadow Weaving Record, Lanclos, who was at his most frustrated period, was not very kind to Sigre at the beginning, and just made Sigre look like a burden. Gray followed him.

Sigre, on the other hand, regards Lanclos as her hope of survival and wants to gain his protection and learn from him the power of revenge against the vampires.

It was Lanclos who fell into the gentle land in the Demon King's Palace, and Lanclos saw the illusion of Miss Witch. Only then did Lanclos untie his knot, and regard Sigre as his hope for survival and the one he must protect. Object.

Boom boom.

There was a knock on the door.

Interrupting Lan Qi's thoughts.

"Please come in."

Lan Qi looked at the door of the principal's office and said.

"I am coming."

The light-haired nun pushed open the door and entered.

Her amethyst eyes met the green ones under the Pope's mask.

There was a trace of surprise and joy on the nun's face, but she didn't understand why the Pope suddenly came to her.

"Sigre, come here."

Lan Qi said to her, motioning for her to close the door and come to the desk. He had something important to discuss.

In Lanclos's timeline, Sigre is still dressed as a nun. She has long, silky hair draped over her shoulders. She wears a close-fitting white nun's robe with silver lace inlaid on it. She is tied with the Holy Trinity pattern around her waist. Purple ribbon.

But the aura on her body is still so powerful that it is beyond normal. She is almost at the peak of the eighth level. She only needs the accumulation of faith to advance to the ninth level.

Lan Qi thought about it and was right. Lancros could easily subdue the blasphemous Lord Melogas, and it didn't have to be Sigre's turn to take action. She had no problem maintaining the attire of a St. Paulant believer.

"coming."

Sigre nodded, closed the door, came to the side of the desk, and stood facing Lan Qi.

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

Thalia muttered to Lanci's surprise.

The Sigre in front of her was obviously more cautious towards the Pope, and she also understood the difference between herself and the Pope as a mature woman.

The only thing that was the same was that there was no closeness or affection hidden in Sigre's eyes.

"Although the Lanclos line simulated by the Mirror of Tiberius is not the same world line as the Shadow World, Sigre is always Sigre, and her behavior patterns should not change much, such as the way she expresses her affection. …”

Thalia analyzed.

Thalia wondered.

In the shadow world, something went wrong with her precious daughter Sigre, and she would stick to it when she saw Lan Qi.

"Is this normal? The Sigre outside the mirror looks like she has not grown mentally in twelve years. She still thinks she is a little girl. She would put her arms around my neck and hug me when she sees me. I am even afraid that she will suddenly kiss me. I don't even think about it. Can't resist."

Lan Qi responded helplessly with his thoughts.

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

Thalia said extremely confidently.

She understood very well that Lan Qi's inability to resist was literally incapable of resisting.

But she will protect Lan Qi.

"Sigre."

Lan Qi looked at the figure opposite the desk and spoke with a serious attitude.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Sigre stared at the eyes under the mask, as if she understood something from them, her eyebrows knitted together, and she asked worriedly.

"I have something to ask you. Only you can help me with this."

Lan Qi spoke solemnly.

…

[After explaining the matter to Sigre. 】

[You and her split up and returned to Helsalem, the capital of the Saint Paulant Theocracy...]

The sky over the capital was dark and low, and a shower was approaching.

The towering spire of the Helsalem Papal Hall was shrouded in darkness.

In the square, Sigre and his group stood in a tight formation, staring at the closed door of the hall.

Behind them were groups of temple knights and heretic inquisitors, outflanking them from both sides.

Today's changes near the Papal Hall made the people not react to the changes. They only dared to hide at home and wait for possible changes in the Theocracy of Saint Paulante.

"Decades of lies come to an end today."

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

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

The silver-white plate armor shines brightly in the haze, and his posture is majestic and upright.

Beside him, the armor of the Heretic Inquisitor of the Judgment Office emitted a faint red light, and the Holy Knight's spear was already unsheathed.

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

The head of the heretic inquisitor growled, his voice coming from under his helmet, full of rage.

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

She pressed the hilt of the sword, her purple eyes revealed a resolute and resolute look, and her light-colored long hair fluttered in the wind like a dazzling flag.

"The Pope has long lost himself because of the 'heart rift' left by the third ancestor Lachar. We must stop his revenge on the Horning Empire and never let him continue to be crazy and cause a disaster. This is our responsibility and also to implement the faith he once left us!"

As a saint, Siegler shouted loudly.

"Charge!!"

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

Before the voice fell, the door of the Pope's Hall was broken by them.

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

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

The knights led by Siegler broke through the steps and finally arrived inside the Papal Hall.

A thunderous response broke out in the crowd.

The horns sounded and the battle robes fluttered.

Under the command of Siegler, the Royal Guards, the Temple Knights, and the Heretic Inquisition rushed into the Papal Hall in a mighty manner, confronting the rolling torrent of the Papal Hall's guard knights head-on, like an army of thousands, unstoppable.

"Are you rebels crazy?!"

The loyal guard knights of the Pope questioned with a firm voice, swearing to defend the Pope and maintain the country's destiny.

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

The warriors of both sides collided with each other like a storm, and a deafening sound of golden swords clashing broke out.

The sword light was like snow, the shadow of the gun was looming, and the sparks flew when the armor collided.

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

She waved the Saint Polante national sword in her hand, invincible.

The guardian knights under the Pope followed one after another. She was graceful, sometimes rushing, sometimes jumping, and no enemy could get within a few meters of her body.

The chief paladin and the chief judge followed behind Siegre, each showing their strengths.

The two eighth-level strongest men of the Saint Polante Church were like gods of war, killing decisively and mercilessly.

The chief paladin continued to perform divine arts, causing thunders, and the chief judge's hammer method was fierce, opening and closing, and invincible.

The besieging enemies fell to the ground one after another, winding down the high steps of the Pope's Hall, and the black fog was spreading on the marble floor.

Not long after, the assembled troops led by Siegler successfully broke into the throne room.

Pushing open the towering, intricately carved purple-black iron mesh door, a cold breath under the towering dome rushed in front of them.

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

On both sides of the long red carpet leading to the throne, there are still densely packed black knights in full armor.

They are 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, like a group of grim statues.

Even the holy light began to distort and deform, and the music in the Pope's Hall accelerated and changed its tune, becoming a seductive requiem.

Many clergymen who followed Sigler's sudden entry shuddered.

They didn't know when the atmosphere in the Pope's Hall in Helshalem had made them feel so frightened.

This further verified the fact that Saint Sigler, Grand Justice Elm and other high-level officials of the Church of Saint Polante had unanimously recognized -

The Pope had indeed fallen.

Click, click.

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

They had already set up the Sky Shield Formation.

And Queen Keshia had already handed over the national treasure to Saint Sigler, instructing her to fight against the Pope, so that Saint Sigler could manipulate the power of the Helshalem city defense barrier to suppress the Pope.

Even the royal family chose to support Saint Sigler.

Although the Knights Templar were not sure whether Saint Sigler's desperate fight would succeed.

But as long as she could accomplish this feat, she would surely become the new Holy Emperor of the Saint Polante Religion, and in the future, she would be promoted to the new ninth level of the Religion Religion with the power of Saint Polante's faith.

"..."

Standing at the front, Sigler turned her eyes to the throne at the end of the red carpet, full of vigilant 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 wore a pure white robe, a triple crown and a silver mask, and held a black mist skeleton scepter in his hand. He sat lazily on the throne and looked down at all living beings from afar.

The stained glass around the hall projected a colorful halo, reflecting on the Pope. His mask had kind eyes and a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, which looked like a kind and loving look.

But his evil voice frightened all the clergy.

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

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

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

"..."

The clergy looked at Siegre's shaking hands holding the hilt of the sword, and her trembling words, and they all understood that she was the most painful person to assassinate the Pope and do such a treasonous thing.

"Really?"

The voice of the white-robed Pope was long, as if he was humming a little tune.

He finally stood up.

"I never thought that I would kill you with my own hands today, Siegre."

The Pope looked down at Siegre from a distance, and his eyes became a little colder.

Siegre's sight passed through many obstacles and met the eyes of the lofty Lanclos.

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

Only the two souls whose victory or defeat was undecided silently confronted each other in the torrent of history, ushering in the final moment of judgment.

"You are not worthy of calling me by my name like that anymore."

Siegre clenched the sword in her hand, took firm steps, and stepped onto the steps leading to the throne without hesitation.

She approached the fallen dictator step by step, determined to remove his rotten body and tell the truth to the world.

"Oh? It seems that I am too tolerant of you, so I indulged you, a little wolf who doesn't know the height of the world."

Suddenly, a thunder exploded, and a torrential rain poured down outside the Pope's Hall, splashing layers of water mist on the marble floor.

"I am no longer your little wolf."

Lightning streaked across the sky, and Siegre's face was reflected from the rose window on the side.

Her figure flashed and she was almost in front of Pope Lanclos, and attacked Lanclos directly.

"This kind of thing is not up to you. Your life was originally given by me, and I can take it back at any time."

The Pope raised his scepter, and a colorful black light fell from the sky, covering Siegre.

She gritted her teeth, held the sword in both hands to shake off the Pope's dark magic, crossed the swords, and chopped the Pope with her great strength. The scepter and the long sword collided with a deafening sound.

The Pope had already used telekinetic magic to bless the black mist skeleton scepter in his hand. The two powerful forces wrestled with each other and were evenly matched.

When the Sky Shield Array and the Priest Corps protected her, the Pope's steps actually began to step back half a step.

"Lanclos, you have indeed become too weak. You can't beat me now!"

Siegler shouted.

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

The white-robed Pope sneered disdainfully,

"How can a secular body shake the authority of the Holy Pope!"

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

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

The Pope was disdainful, and lightly tapped the scepter in his hand. The explosion of telekinetic magic instantly repelled Siegler.

At the critical moment, Siegler 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 incomparable to anyone else. His whole body is covered by an invisible but indestructible shield.

Even if Siegler's sword tip is full of power, he will counterattack and sneak attack while being pulled away by the chain. Even if he just hit him, it can only splash a little ripple on the surface of the shield.

"Siegler, if you are willing to submit to me again, you are still my beloved daughter. I can pamper you more and forgive your betrayal."

The Pope opened his hands, raised them high, and looked at Siegler under the steps. His eyes became gentle, as if he could give her a hug, and as if he wanted to dominate her.

"..."

Siegre stood up steadily from the ruins, her eyes were somewhat shaken, as if she was about to give up the Pope's temptation and throw herself into his arms and push him down.

Then she shook her head violently, regaining her resolute killing intent.

Siegre attacked the Pope head-on again.

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

This time, the 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 Siegre was almost bewitched by the Pope's crooked mental magic.

How insidious, how evil!

"Yes!"

Siegre responded against her conscience.

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

Her arm suddenly moved forward, her purple eyes burst into light, and the fist in her hand was like lightning in the night, determined to take the Pope's life with this blow!

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

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

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

Buzz! !

Siegler's fist was like hitting an invisible iron wall, and the ground in front of the throne began to burst out with black mist rising air currents, and the metal humming sound and air waves were raised again.

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

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

The Pope was fighting one against three, and the offensive and defensive momentum was reversed. The murderous intent of his former companions was constantly burning his body.

The green pupils under his silver mask briefly lost focus.

As if remembering some past scene, his movements stopped.

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

"On your way, Pope."

The eighth-level assassin of the royal family lurking in the dark quickly nocked an arrow and shot several sharp arrows in succession towards Pope Saint Paulante.

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

His arrows were not missed, and Pope St. Paulante could not muster the energy to block all the arrows.

Just a few "chichi" sounds were heard, and several sharp arrows penetrated the Pope's robe one after another, causing blood to splash.

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

"Sigre, now!"

the paladin commander shouted.

Sigre understood and drew her sword again. The white knight's jersey flew in the air. Her posture was like a swimming dragon, and the sword in her hand was directly between the Pope's eyebrows.

At this critical moment, a sudden change occurred!

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

The Pope muttered something while shaking his head like a maniac.

The entire ceiling of the Papal Hall made a deafening tearing noise, and countless pieces of rubble collapsed.

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

In the center of the Karma Fire, a huge thing rises from the ground and gradually takes shape.

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

"Even if four of you come to attack me at the eighth level, with a guy like you, Sigre, who is close to the ninth level, as the leader, you are still 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 a bit like he was emphasizing the rationality of the outcome of this battle, but no knight present would relax enough to wonder if the Pope was explaining.

Before he finished speaking, the nine-headed fire snake had already pounced on everyone, opened its bloody mouth, and spit out its fiery breath.

The rolling flames swept across the ground. Wherever it passed, the marble floor tiles were burned black and cracked, and hot steam rose up.

The barrier formed by the knight's shield array fully resisted the flames.

Sigre jumped back quickly, narrowly avoiding the snake's breath, and already felt the scorching wave of air coming towards her face.

She looked up and saw the body of the summoned object covering the sky and the sun, its eighteen giant eyes flashing with a greedy and crazy red light, its fangs like forests, and its claws like hooks.

But Sigre had no fear, and instead had high fighting spirit.

"The Pope has been forced by us to need the power of summoned beasts, don't be afraid!"

She turned and shouted, encouraging the knights.

"I am here to help you on the orders of Queen Kesia!"

The royal assassins followed closely and joined the frontal battlefield.

The two strongest men of the St. Paulanth Cult looked at each other and joined the battle group.

When the Hydra 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 rushed down towards the ground.

The sharp claws carved several deep ravines on the marble floor, splashing rubble all over the sky.

Sigre took the lead in the attack, threw away the sword, and punched the fire snake.

There was a loud clang, and Sigre's arm strength was amazing. He actually condensed a dazzling light in his palms and grabbed the front paw of the fire snake with his bare hands.

At the same time, on the other side of the nine-headed fire snake, the war hammer in the hand of the chief judge was filled with crimson fire, and he slashed hard at the snake's body. The snake's scales were so hard that it did not move at all, and the shock made the chief judge's mouth numb.

The royal assassin shot a series of sharp arrows, aiming at the snake's eyes, but the scales on the head of the nine-headed fire snake were thicker, and the arrows broke off, and it closed its eyes to avoid it.

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

Rao is a paladin captain known for his comprehensiveness, and the tip of his spear is only slightly embedded in the dragon scales, and can no longer penetrate any further.

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

Sigre resisted the blow forcefully and took five steps to barely stabilize her body.

"Sigre, with this level, do you still want to sit in my position?"

Before Pope Saint Paulante finished speaking on the throne, the nine-headed fire snake arched its back and its whole body was enveloped in a layer of bright red light.

The light became more and more dazzling, and the entire papal hall was as bright as day.

Immediately afterwards, a piercing roar came from the center of the light ball, making all the priests present feel their souls tremble.

The Pope cannot be defeated.

This thought filled everyone's mind.

A sense of despair began to spread, linking everyone's moods.

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

Sigre pointed to the throne from a distance and preached extremely domineeringly to Pope Saint Paulante.

The more disadvantaged she is, the more enthusiastic her fighting spirit becomes.

The strong aura on her body is like the queen of this land - she is never satisfied with controlling what is in front of her, but wants to conquer everything in sight.

Seeing that this unstoppable behemoth was about to break through their defenses and destroy the entire Papal Hall.

at this time.

Moonlight has fallen.

Maybe it's the arrangement of the goddess of fate, maybe it's the blessing of the goddess of silver moon.

Silver light bloomed on Sigre's body.

Her injuries recovered instantly and her condition was far better than before.

The Temple Knights were surprised by the sudden hope that came at this moment.

"Even the gods are on our side!"

Sigre's voice echoed throughout the Helsalem Papal Hall.

"Yes, the gods are on our side!"

The other priests looked at Sigre's brilliance like a blessing from the gods and her growing power. They seemed to see a chance of victory and became excited.

I saw the priests raising their tin staffs and chanting incantations. As the chants grew stronger, a soft white light gradually appeared over the entire Papal Hall. Only pure and flawless pious souls can condense it. At this time, it enveloped Everyone under 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.

Sigre charged forward with a heavy punch and punched into the scaly body of the nine-headed fire snake.

It backed up dozens of meters, bared its teeth, and almost crashed through the wall of the Pope's Hall, falling into the sea of ​​clouds.

"What, even the gods chose you?! Sigre!"

The Pope shouted angrily, his voice shaking the great hall.

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

Thalia, who was watching the battle, complained in Lanci's mind.

Although she admitted that the villain played by Director Lan himself was very good and his acting skills were flexible, some lines were so targeted that it made her scalp numb.

She was a little worried that Sigre wouldn't be able to handle Lan Qi's scene.

Inside the throne room.

The priests' beams of light kept pointing at the nine-headed fire snake, and the chants they spoke never stopped.

The white light became brighter and brighter, turning into chains, wrapping around the limbs and torso of the Hydra. The chief paladin, the chief judge, and the royal assassin also attacked one after another.

The nine-headed fire snake let out an earth-shattering roar and struggled hard, but the power of Sigre's head-on confrontation was too strong.

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

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Sigre raised his fist high again and hit the Hydra.

With an earth-shattering roar, the huge body of the nine-headed fire snake collapsed and hit the floor of the Pope's Hall, creating a huge crater.

Splashes of blood instantly filled the entire steps and flowed down the steps.

The dust settled and everything returned to silence.

Sigre jumped down from the dissipating Hydra, covered in blood, but still standing as tall as a pine tree.

"we won?"

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

And Pope Lancros St. Anastasius, I don’t know when he escaped quietly and disappeared.

"He actually ran away...!"

Sigre looked around, scanning the ruins of the hall, and clenched her fists.

"He knew he couldn't defeat you, so he ran away, Your Majesty Sigre."

Justice Elm walked out of the crowd at the back and surrendered before Sigre.

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

The chief paladin and the chief judge also saluted and sent blessings one after another.

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

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

Through the huge gap, the spiers of Helsalem City in the distance are faintly visible.

"Your Majesty Sigre..."

"Your Majesty Sigre!"

"Your Majesty Sigre!!!"

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

Sigre lowered her head and clenched her hands.

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

"This is a win for everyone."

Sigre sat on the throne and looked around,

"My surviving companions, I hereby announce in the name of the new Pope Sigre Saint Anastasius that the old emperor's conspiracy has been exposed, and the Theocracy of Saint Paulant should usher in a new life!"

she declared loudly.

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

Under the leadership of her Holy Emperor Sigre, the future of the Saint Paulant Theocracy has been rewritten, full of infinite hope and possibility.

…

At the same time, in the night sky.

The white-robed figure was flying over the territory of the Saint Paulante Theocracy.

[Under your arrangement, the Theocracy of Saint Paulant was in chaos. 】

[The St. Paulantist Reformers, headed by Sigre, produced irrefutable evidence—the Pope’s medical reports and multiple war records, proving that the Pope had suffered a ninth-level epic spiritual curse during the war many years ago. , cannot be released. 】

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

[As the Pope’s most trusted and personally selected saint, she asked the Pope to go on his way out of obligation and responsibility. 】

[You and Sigre put on a good show. You were surrounded and suppressed by the reformers headed by Sigre in the throne room of St. Paulante's Pope Hall. 】

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

[After being defeated by Sigre and other church main forces, you went completely crazy, escaped from the Pope's Hall, and headed south. 】

[At this point, Sigre used her talents to quickly rule the Saint Paulante Church and became the new Holy Emperor of the Saint Paulante Theocracy. 】

"Because the whereabouts of the defeated old pope are unknown and he is suspected of heading south, the entire southern part of St. Paulant will be on the highest alert."

Lan Qi muttered to himself.

After Lan Qi confessed the truth about the Horning Empire to Si Grei in the principal's office and explained the funeral arrangements, Si Grei agreed to Lan Qi's commission even if she couldn't bear it anymore.

The south is now in danger, and the catastrophe is about to come.

She knew that only she could take over the Pope's responsibility, and at the same time let the Pope unload the burden and go to the south with confidence.

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

"In this way, even if your life is over, the Saint Polante Theocracy will give birth to a new ninth-level Holy 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 Theocracy... On the contrary, the more bad things you do, the more you can prove that Sigler is right and strengthen her cohesion in the Saint Polante Theocracy..."

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

"It's not over yet."

Lanqi looked at the south and answered Talia.

Everything in front of her changed.

He turned into a shadow, and flew for an unknown period of time, passing through the territory of Saint Polante. The towering fortress city-state on the southern border of Saint Polante was about to appear in sight.

The well-arranged streets and ancient and heavy buildings in the south of Saint Polante were in full view.

[Where will you go next:]

[A. Hey Oberon]

[B. Hansabek]

[C. Talberg]

[D. Saint Trik]

[Remaining life: 4 days, 3 hours, and 36 minutes]

On the earth, the magic words of the Mirror of Tiberius were slowly connected.

"Where is Hey Oberon?"

Talia asked puzzledly after reading the options.

"I guess it's Oberon."

Lanqi replied.

Oberon is the southern border of Saint Polante, also known as the Iron Fortress, bordering the Horning Empire.

The inverted Lord Tiberius probably likes the neat length of characters.

Talia hesitated.

She wondered if Lord Daoxuan was a bit ill.

But all artists are like this.

Ranchi is also a bit of a problem.

"..."

Ranchi felt that Talia had a tendency to start daily tasks recently.

He did not refute Talia for the time being, focusing on the options in front of him.

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

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

Saint Trik is the constant end point, the capital of Horning where the Blood Moon City is hidden.

"What are you going to do next?"

Talia asked Pope Saint Polante, or more accurately, the former Pope Saint Polante.

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

It stands to reason that there is no need to investigate anything in the middle this time, and he can go directly to Saint Trik, the capital of Horning, to end this simulation.

But Ranchi said it was not over yet.

He might want to do something else.

"Declare war."

Lanqi chose the third option "Talberg", the central and southern province of the Horning Empire.

His goal now is very clear.

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

Flying south at a speed of the ninth level.

[You passed the southernmost part of the Holy Spirit Theocracy, the Iron Fortress Oberon, where the border city-states of the Horning Empire are preparing for the fourth anniversary of the peaceful revival of the land of Seville. ]

[Continue to the south, you entered the northern province of the Horning Empire, Helslein. ]

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

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

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

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

[Go straight to the south-central direction of the Horning Empire. ]

…

The next afternoon.

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

The town is surrounded by mountains and rivers, with beautiful scenery on the undulating terrain, and gurgling streams winding through the hills.

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

The high ground of the town can overlook the town, with comfortable benches and overlooking the sunset.

Children run on the stairs from time to time, and middle-aged people in formal suits and leather shoes read newspapers in the distance.

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

The warm evening breeze blows the hair of the town residents, bringing a faint rose fragrance that is refreshing.

Looking in from the open window of the wooden house on the outskirts of the town, you can see a happy family sitting at the dining table, enjoying a delicious dinner.

The rancher raised his glass and said happily:

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

The whole family echoed in unison.

"Dear, it will be your birthday 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 blood clan and thank them. The teacher said that the peace 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 like 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 blood for the adults of 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 deal with it.

After a while, the atmosphere at the table returned to normal, and everyone chatted and laughed and feasted.

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

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

Some people in the tavern in the town gradually poked their heads out and looked at the sky.

"Why did it suddenly get dark?"

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

The smoke penetrated the window shadows and lingered around the fingertips.

The tavern customers smoked leisurely.

The dark clouds gathered more and more, and soon covered the sunset. The whole town of Thorins and even the surrounding cities were shrouded in a haze.

"!"

Suddenly, everyone in the town felt a current running through their minds.

The whole reality began to collapse, and the picture of the void gradually emerged. The sky, white clouds, and the sun disappeared.

The things in front of them became completely different in the blink of an eye.

Everyone seemed to be dragged into a vast wilderness-

A desolate land without moonlight or sun.

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

The residents found that there was a dead silence around them, only themselves and the people they knew, and the heartbeat and breathing echoed in their ears.

This may be an illusion and spiritual magic beyond their understanding, or the power of the gods.

The dazzling lightning broke through the sky, followed by deafening thunder, and the earth was trembling.

People looked at each other, and the fear brought by the unknown was like a substantial vine, entwining their hearts.

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

Around him, thunder and lightning intertwined, and the wind howled.

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

[A warning to all the people 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 voice.

[My name is Lanclos Saint Anastasius. ]

People don't know why he appeared.

The only thing they can be sure of is that as long as he has a thought, his body will weather and dissipate, and his soul will be swallowed up by darkness.

[I am talking to you with my own will. ]

[I have begun to act. ]

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

【The current peace cannot bring peace to their dead souls, they cannot sleep. 】

【The Khoning Empire needs blood debts to be paid with blood. 】

【I refuse to accept the peace you expect. 】

【No forgiveness, no relief. 】

【Only justice, only revenge. 】

【I will start killing indiscriminately. 】

【Until all the lives of the Khoning Empire are driven out of this world. 】

His words were crazy, but his voice was calmer, without joy or sadness, as if he was a little tired after gaining power.

This is divinity.

But at the end, when he said that all the Khoning people should be driven out, he still couldn't restrain himself, and his tone rose. It was the suppressed anger that finally broke out.

...

A few hours later.

The earth roared, and blood stained.

The sky of the Talberg Province of the Khoning Empire was shrouded in gray and blood red, and thick smoke rolled up to the sky.

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

Millions of residents fled in panic like swarms of ants, but found that there was nowhere to escape.

On the ground, countless corpses were lying, crushed, and trampled to death in the chaos.

Cries and cries for help came one after another, but they seemed so insignificant in the roar of the footsteps of the Black Mist Legion.

On the distant horizon, the moving black wave was slowly and unstoppably advancing, and the legion assembled by the undead spells took heavy steps in unison, and every step shook the land within a radius of several kilometers.

Wherever they passed, the forest was swallowed up in an instant, the river was cut off and diverted, the hills were razed to the ground, and the huge city-state was as fragile as a cardboard in front of it, and the fragments of the building fell like raindrops.

The air was filled with pungent smoke and 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 things.

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

At this point, it is no longer clear whether it is people's fate or people's will.

There is only endless slaughter.

The atrocities continue.

"Let me go, don't kill us!"

"help me!!"

"Why, why have you fallen to this level?"

Being begged, resented, cursed and questioned.

He didn't explain anything.

Just watching everything with the eyes under the mask.

He is crime and punishment, the one in charge of ups and downs, and the black sun that brings disaster to the world.

All the doubts were like passing clouds in his ears.

"Until I kill you all, 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 the order of a tyrant.

As soon as this note fell, his back merged into the darkness again, and he stepped forward alone, holding his black mist skeleton scepter.

[You launched an indiscriminate annihilation in the Talberg Province of the Horning Empire. 】

[According to the information you know so far, there are still residents in the north of the Horning Empire who have not been infected, but all the people in the south are already seriously ill. 】

[Once the third ancestor, Duke Rashal, is sealed, the Hornings starting in the middle will all become demons without exception. 】

[Before the Hornings turned into demons, their combat effectiveness was not that high. 】

[You have completely become the Black Sun Tyrant. 】

…

the other side.

Thousands of kilometers away, there is the underground of Saint Trique, the capital of Honing.

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

On both sides of the empty streets, the thick outlines of buildings outline and solidify the dust of ancient times. In the quiet streets and alleys, an occasional breeze blows.

Deep in Blood Moon City, in the Palace of Blood King.

Above the towering dome, the rose window inlaid with immortal crystal reflects a colorful psychedelic halo, the chandelier made of black iron is suspended under the cold iron chain, exuding a luxurious color, and the deep red carpet is like a river of blood winding down. Stretching to the end of sight——

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

At this moment, there are only four chairs sitting on the figures of the ancestors.

They listened to the report of Delson Schwarzenberg, Minister of Defense of the Horning Empire.

Marshal Horning Delson, who originally always walked with his head high when walking on the ground in the capital city of St. Trike, was now staring at the ground, kneeling on the ground, not daring to raise his head and look directly at the four ancestors.

He had just finished speaking of the urgent unrest coming from the north.

"Is Lanclos crazy?"

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

This guy is more cruel than them.

The war to destroy the country started directly.

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

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

It's pretty good that Lancross has been able to resist the psychic wounds he left for so many years.

Now the onset of Lanclos' illness can be regarded as verifying the omen they were waiting for.

"It's only been a few days. He will fall down to the ninth level in about two days."

The Vampire female figure on the high-backed chair in the distance raised her head slightly. Her eyes were always closed, and through the layers of domes, she could see the pattern woven by the dim stars in the night sky, and answered firmly.

"Okay, that's great!"

The third ancestor, Rashar, leaned back on the high-backed chair, laughed, and clapped.

"Lancros, you deserve it!"

Just thinking about Lanclos's dead expression made Rashael laugh so hard that he was out of breath.

He has never been so happy in all these years.

"Quickly, go and add fuel to the fire of Pope Saint Paulante, tell the world about his massacre of civilians, condemn his acts of national destruction to the world, and then send more troops from the Horning Empire to the funeral, so that the world can see Taranclos is a real devil, see his cruelty and madness!”

Rashaer gloated, wiping his tears, and explained to the ninth ancestor, Marquis Bernhard.

Lancros was indeed his best toy.

It can completely ruin Lancross's reputation.

They can also use the cheap human lives of the Horning Empire to consume Lanclos's remaining little strength and consume all his lifespan.

Even if he could fight his way to Blood Moon City, it would be good if he could maintain the seventh and eighth levels with half his life left.

…

The second day.

At the break of dawn.

On the Eleven Plain in the southern part of the Horning Empire, there is an ancient city gate once named "Eleven Pass".

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

A blue-grey halo shone diagonally on the city wall, illuminating the moss and weeds. In the empty pass, only the wind blew and made a whining sound.

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

On the official road several miles away from Yi Laiwen Pass, a mighty Huoning elite army was heading north.

Thousands of troops and horses kicked up the billowing smoke, and the steel armor and weapons shone with 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 being a hero.

"We, Horning's First Heavy Cavalry Corps, are bound to fulfill His Majesty the Emperor's commission today and defeat the monsters that are causing trouble in Talberg Province!"

The leading imperial general rode on horseback, confident of the expedition.

"I heard that the disaster in Talberg Province is not that simple. It is not like the local destruction caused by the out-of-control madness of high-level monsters."

The adjutant beside him said solemnly.

"It is nothing more than the level of a few towns being affected. How mad can the monsters be? Besides, the more tragic the disaster is, the more merits and honors I will have."

The general even curled his lips. He hoped that the province would add more fuel to the fire.

"How long will it take us to reach Talberg Province?"

He asked the adjutant.

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

The adjutant unfolded the map of the empire and watched and answered.

"Haha, there is no need to rush."

The general of the First Heavy Cavalry Corps of Horning smiled calmly.

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

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

The man was thin, with a silver-white mask in the style of the Saint Polante Church.

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

I couldn't feel his breath at all!

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

He seemed to have merged with the world and become an eternal existence, leaving only him.

The pair of emerald green eyes under the silver-white mask had a strange magic that made people sink into it involuntarily and couldn't extricate themselves.

Under the Ilewen city gate.

"Hehehe."

The white-robed pope looked at the mighty army of the Horning Empire that came to send him off, as if he understood the Horning Empire's response.

"Lachar, this time we are going in both directions."