Don't confiscate my citizenship

The morning light dews slightly, the sky turns fish belly white, and the wilderness is shrouded in a layer of mist.

Under the dilapidated Kilometer City Pass.

On the inside of his silver-white mask, the black centipede curse mark on his left cheek glowed faintly, like the endless magic power in his emerald green eyes.

He raised his hand, and the finger pointing toward Legion slowly moved to the right.

There was dead silence all around, except for the rustle of the wind blowing through the grass.

In an instant, the entire legion seemed to have been cut apart by a ten-thousand-meter gale. There was no life left wherever the storm blade passed. Or maybe it was his order that cut the scroll of heaven and earth apart!

Countless warriors had fought bloody battles in front of the city gate to break through and defend the gate. Now, the land of ten thousand meters was once again dyed red with blood, leaving only the white-robed figure in front of the city gate, alone.

The white-robed pope withdrew his fingers and held them behind his back again.

To him, it seemed as if nothing had happened, as cold as if those lives were already dead.

"The ninth-level clearing line is fast."

Thalia commented.

For her, it would take some time to destroy a marching legion.

If these legions are allowed to enter the city defense barrier, and there is no own legion to help withstand the suppression and firepower of the city defense, it will not be easy for her to clear the troops. If there are enemy eighth-level heroic units in the city defense, she will not be able to escape. It is easy to be counter-killed in a one-on-one duel while attacking the city defense.

But for the ninth-level Lanclos, all of them can be surpassed and all can be killed by force.

Unless there are several top eighth-level people in the city defense, it is impossible to defeat him.

"It's a pity that we can't bring this account back to the present world to participate in the Southern Continent War. It's too abnormal. This Blood Moon Bad World is a level 99 version, but the current world is a level 89 version, and the dimensions are completely different."

Lan Qi also felt that this level of Lanclos was a bit too much in the current version.

But let alone driving Lancros's number back to the real world, this number can't even bring out the illusion of the Mirror of Tiberius.

In the real shadow world of immortal eternal punishment, he is only a pitiful sixth level.

"You are still a functional shaman, which is more normal. There is always something strange about you playing a big core mage."

Thalia looked at Lanqi's spell selection all the way. He often prefers a style of play with more deterrent effect and psychological and tactical value, rather than a spell combination that is optimized in terms of firepower.

"I hope you can draw any of Lanclos's spells at the end of the Shadow World this time. It will be profitable to draw any one of them."

She helped Lan Qi make a wish.

No matter what, Lanqi is very suitable for Lanclos's sealing technique.

Thalia felt that apart from Profanity, the final powerful enemy who polluted the prize pool, the reward Lanqi received from the Shadow World this time was most likely related to Lancross.

"You might also be able to draw Kaliela's spells or accessories."

Lan Qi blessed.

Since starting Cosprecariera, Thalia has gradually become more useful.

"Haha, you don't want me to dress up as Caliera to teach you, huh, you think so beautifully."

Thalia said reluctantly.

In fact, if she could really play the role of Caliera, she would also like to try it.

In this way, she can always become a great demon recognized as "good-looking, dignified, mature and useful".

"No, no, no, I still need your classic skin to make the card. No one cares about it."

Lanci denied.

"you……"

Thalia silently recited the word "forbearance" in her mind.

When they returned to the Creation Empire in the present world, they lived under the same roof, and she had plenty of time to educate him.

The demon text of the Mirror of Tiberius is still scrolling on the door of Elaven.

[You completely wiped out the first heavy cavalry regiment of the Horning Empire, but behind you the plains of Eliwen Pass are barren of any grass. 】

[You came all the way from the destruction of Talberg Province, and now you have arrived at the Lusitani Province south of Honing. Your brutal behavior will shock the entire continent of Seville, and even alarm the Land of Eternal Night and the Demon Realm. , etched in history books. 】

【You will choose to go next:】

【A. Annihilate the province】

【B. Go straight to the south】

【C.Leave north】

[D. Personal intervention]

[Remaining life: 2 days, 14 hours and 52 minutes]

"Of course we can only go all the way south. Although Lancross may also be missing Sigre in his heart, the battle in the Throne Hall was their last meeting."

Lan Qi looked back to the north and shook his head.

There are two options to the south.

Annihilating the Lusitani province and heading straight to Saint Trique can both be counted as heading south.

The province of Lusitania was about to be reduced to scorched earth.

He still has time.

Before heading to the capital of Horning, St. Trik, you can also deal with a large number of Horning people who have not yet become demons.

Not surprisingly, there will be a large number of troops sent by Rashal to consume him, prompting him to quickly fall down the ninth level.

"Rashar, wait for me, I'll come to you soon."

Lan Qi no longer looked at the north where the Theocracy of Saint Paulante was, and turned towards the south.

The white robe gradually disappeared into the morning mist, leaving only a thin figure behind.

…

The northern part of the Theocracy of Saint Paulant.

The capital is Helsalem.

After experiencing a catastrophe, Helsalem finally settled down again.

At dawn in this ancient city-state, preparations for a grand coronation ceremony were underway.

The Theocracy of St. Paulante will usher in a new leader - the hero who leads everyone to expose the truth and stop the conspiracy of the Church.

"Have you heard? The Horning Empire in the south seems to be in danger now."

"I just heard, don't talk nonsense, the source of trouble in the Horning Empire is our Pope..."

"What pope! Our current pope is Sigre St. Anastasius!"

After hearing the terrible news coming from the south of Seville mainland, the residents couldn't help but feel lucky that it was His Majesty Sigre who defeated Lanclos.

Otherwise, it is very likely that the Helsalem people would be massacred indiscriminately by the frantic Lanclos.

Flowers, ribbons, and balloons decorate the streets and alleys of the central city of Helsalem, and even the windowsills of every house.

Whether people are at home or taking to the streets, they are all talking about the upcoming event in twos and threes.

The coronation ceremony will be held in the Papal Hall of Hershalem, the most magnificent and top-notch building in St. Paulant.

After days of cleaning and repairs, the scars of the battle were smoothed away, and the Papal Hall was restored to its former glory.

Outside the hall, the uniformly lined up priests were lined up. Today they were wearing white cloaks with blue edges. The leading paladin held high the flag of Saint Paulante embroidered with the unicorn coat of arms.

Before the coronation ceremony officially began, the entire square in front of the Pope's Hall and even the streets several kilometers away were already packed with people, with an endless line of people as far as the eye could see.

Thousands of citizens came from all directions and packed the square, just to witness this historic moment with their own eyes.

There is a circular stage in the center of the square, covered with a red carpet, surrounded by three rows of white marble columns and wrapped with blue and white ribbons. In the middle of the stage stands a statue of the Moon Goddess holding a wooden staff and wearing silver gauze.

On the front steps, tall knights lined up on both sides. They were wearing silver-white armor, with blue feathers flying on the top of their helmets. They were holding spears, like a steel city wall. The blue and white flags of the unicorn heraldry were fluttering in the wind. The church's The band of musicians was in place at the foot of the steps, ready to play the celebratory music.

Clang, Clang!

Like the ripples cast by the pure daytime, the bells also rang along with the ritual music.

As the time arrived, the honor guard marched out of the Pope's Hall in a mighty manner, supporting Sigre in a formal dress as she walked slowly to the high platform.

At this time, Sigre's whole body was shrouded in a soft and holy light. She was wearing a pure white dress with gold trim. She was walking dignifiedly, smiling slightly, and her beautiful and noble face carried an affinity that was unique to her. .

Behind her, the double doors of the Papal Hall were open, and the central aisle paved with red carpet went straight to the end, like a holy road leading to heaven.

Bells rang and cheers surged. The beautiful Pope Sigre smiled and waved to the crowd, accepting the people's heartfelt welcome.

"Glory - Praise -"

The Knights of the Temple quickly formed a human wall around the high platform in the square and stood ready to ensure that the installation ceremony of the new pope would be flawless.

Followed by a group of white-robed bishops, they respectfully saluted Sigre and then lined up on the right side of the square, announcing that the Holy See of Saint Paulant would fully assist the new pope.

With everything in place, Sigre slowly walked onto the high platform, accompanied by the melodious sacred music and the calls of the Polante people in the square.

Like a red sun rising slowly, shedding thousands of golden lights, Sigre's figure looked extremely dazzling at this moment.

She stood on the high platform, looking at the audience with compassionate and gentle eyes, and gently raised her right hand to signal the people to be quiet.

Suddenly, there was silence in the square.

Everyone is looking forward to the new pope's coronation speech.

Sigre cleared her throat and spoke slowly, speaking forcefully and resoundingly.

“Dear people of St. Paulant, today, in the name of the goddess of destiny and the people of St. Paulant, I hereby swear that I will lead St. Paulant towards a better future with a sincere heart and passionate blood. A better tomorrow. After suffering, we finally have the dawn of rebirth, but this test may have just come... Let us work together to carry out the original intention of the previous pope! "

As soon as the words fell, the audience burst into endless applause and cheers.

"Long live Sigre!"

"Long live Saint Paulante!"

The shouts one after another converged into an unstoppable torrent.

Countless flower petals and ribbons fluttered in the wind, like butterflies flying all over the sky, decorating the entire square in an extraordinarily dreamy way.

The exciting moment has finally arrived.

Queen Kesia walked forward slowly holding a velvet tray. On the tray lay quietly the shining triple crown that symbolized supreme power.

In a state of breathless concentration, Queen Kessia carefully raised the crown high above her head, waiting for the witness of all the people present.

The eyes of everyone in the square were devoutly focused on the crown and the new pope.

Queen Kesia took a deep breath and recited her coronation oath word by word——

"In the name of the Father, the Son of Man, and the Holy Spirit, and in the name of the thousands of years of Paulante's accumulation, I hereby serve as a witness to deliver the crown left by the first pope to Sigre, the orthodox successor of St. Paulantism. ·Saint Anastasius, I wish her nobility, wisdom, and kindness, and I wish her kingdom of Saint Paulant a long and prosperous life.”

The moment the oath fell, Queen Kesia entrusted the crown to Sigre.

The golden crown shone brightly, making Sigre's appearance even more noble.

Cheers, applause, tears, the joy from the heart seems to break through the sky and reach into the sky.

Sigre stared at the crown in front of her and placed it on her head.

A trace of loneliness flashed in her eyes, and her eyes swept down the steps, but she knew that she could not see the figure she wanted to see.

But she had to smile.

"I swear in the name of God and the people that I will live up to their expectations."

She raised her scepter high, looked around, and spoke again.

The bells were ringing melodiously, hymns were floating, and the morning light filtered through the rose window, coating the entire Papal Hall with a layer of gold. When the sun broke through the clouds and illuminated all things, Sigre solemnly held up the scepter and led the people. Singing the melody of Saint Paulante's national anthem in unison brought the coronation ceremony to its climax.

"Be diligent and fulfill your responsibilities, convince people with virtue, govern the world with justice, and let Saint Paulante return to its former glory!"

Sigre's voice was firm and heroic, reaching into the sky.

Amidst the cheers like a tsunami, thousands of white pigeons flew into the sky and turned into a white cloud.

The morning light penetrated through the clouds and mist, shrouding the entire square in a golden halo.

…

Hours passed.

The coronation ceremony came to an end, and the bustle of the bustling Helsare gradually faded away. Sigre, the new Pope of St. Paulant, returned to her throne room.

Behind the heavy oak door, there is a splendid scene. The tall dome is painted with the newly restored murals of St. Paulante Church, and the walls are also re-inlaid with emeralds and amethysts in colors requested by the new pope.

At the end of the steps is the unchanging papal throne of St. Paulante.

Sigre sat on the throne boredly, staring blankly at the empty throne room.

Her thoughts seemed to drift back to more than ten years ago.

When she was a street gangster in Helsalem.

I never thought I would one day become pope.

At that time, she had to worry about being hunted down by vampires every day and couldn't sleep well.

Everything has changed since receiving a business order to escort a customer to the Land of Eternal Night.

The story of the two of them also begins.

"I still remember that time. I said that one day I would be strong enough to protect you, so if you train me to be the strongest warrior, I will definitely not suffer... But you always laugh and call me stupid, and I will always be in your eyes. Neither will grow up.”

Sigre murmured.

She is actually a mature woman.

Gradually, I understood the pain of liking something but not being able to pursue it.

She knew that she could not keep that man, and fate determined that they were destined to never end well in this life.

From the first moment she met him, she understood the martyrdom destiny written in his eyes.

Even so, she still couldn't forget many beautiful fantasies.

"Without you crowning me, this throne would be really cold to me..."

Tears filled her eyes, which were full of memories, hollow and tired, no longer as strong as they were outside in the morning.

If possible, she wished she could meet him again.

The silence of the Papal Hall could not hide the sadness.

The goddess statue has a compassionate face, holding a bright lamp and looking at all living beings.

The long red carpet extends to the foot of the throne. On the candlesticks on both sides, the sacred fire burns quietly, reflecting the murals of the legend of reincarnation on the marble walls.

After a long time.

There was a knock on the door of the throne room.

"Please come in."

Sigre wiped away her tears, regained her serious face, and preached in the direction of the main entrance of the throne room.

The Throne Room is a space that only the Pope can enter on his own.

Others who want to enter must obtain permission from the Pope.

In fact, to a certain extent, they broke into the throne room two days ago with Lanclos's consent.

It's just that the world doesn't know it.

The heavy oak door opened, and a crowd of people stood at the door, only seeing the solemn new pope.

Sigre's hands were casually placed on the armrests of the throne, her posture remained unchanged, and she looked at the clergy who came to the throne room.

In addition to the important figures in the church, there were several bishops in pure white robes on the left, important ministers of the Papal Hall in blue and black robes on the right, as well as the presiding judge, the chief paladin, and the chief paladin who fought alongside her. The chief justice of the Holy Court who co-led the battle.

Justice Elm, wearing a black cassock and wearing the silver scales badge of the Holy Court on his chest, took a step forward.

"Your Majesty, news has just arrived that the chaos in the Horning Empire in the south has expanded. They show that men in white robes wearing silver masks are slaughtering the provinces indiscriminately. Hundreds of thousands of civilians are being killed every minute and every second. , and informed the neighboring countries in a meaningful way. After hearing the news, the attitudes of other countries towards our Theocracy have become sharply serious. "

Elm knelt down on one knee and reported.

He said it very tactfully, everyone knew who the man in white robe with silver mask was.

Hearing this, Sigre was surprisingly calm.

"Although the situation is serious, there is no room for us to panic. The top priority is to strengthen the defense of the south and be ready to attack Lanclos at any time. The whole country is under martial law and heightened vigilance. At the same time, envoys are sent to communicate with neighboring countries and make it clear that San Paulante will never We will allow citizens to do evil outside, and we will severely punish the perpetrators to appease the people. However, if anyone dares to take advantage of the situation, harm the lives of our country, and smear our country, Saint Paulant will never sit still and wait for death.”

She stood up slowly and spoke calmly, her voice neither humble nor arrogant.

As soon as these words came out, the archbishops fell into silence at first, and then burst into low discussions.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Sigre, with various complex emotions in their eyes.

Everyone can understand.

This Sigre is a true hardline radical.

It's called an attack on the previous pope, but in reality it may be the Horning Empire.

It is clearly threatening the Horning Empire with force!

Completely inherited the legacy of the old pope.

"Understood."

Justice Elm saluted and retired with all the dignitaries of the Papal Court.

Originally, they were worried that the new Pope Sigre would be very different from the old Pope in terms of decision-making.

Now it seems that the new pope is the female version plus the physical version of the old pope.

With her here, the Saint Paulant Church will surely usher in a glorious and magnificent era.

…

Two days later.

In the sunset, the place of destiny, St. Trinq.

Viewed from a high place, the winding Rhine River divides the city into two parts like a golden ribbon, and the reflection on the river is particularly dazzling.

Along the river bank, St. Trike's Cathedral stands in the dusk, and people in the nearby Horning Imperial Square stroll and chat, enjoying the peace and quiet after get off work.

On the south side of the river, the Moonlight Tower, whose body is carved from a single piece of marble, is surrounded by layers of spiral staircases and corridors.

The observation deck at the top of the tower looks particularly magnificent when the sun rises, like a hanging garden suspended in the morning glow.

Lan Qi was standing on the edge of the observation deck overlooking the city.

[You have arrived at St. Trike, the southernmost capital of the Horning Empire. 】

[You are the incarnation of disaster from heaven, standing above millions, tens of millions, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of lives. Your execution was so fast that even St. Trike did not realize your arrival. 】

[You have wiped out all the lives and troops in the province along the way. 】

"The sunset is infinitely better."

Lan Qi looked at the setting sun and said to himself.

"It's just dusk?"

A voice sounded in his head.

Thalia asked.

"It's just that the sunset is infinitely better."

He replied,

"It's time to do the last things before sunset."

The writing on the Mirror of Tiberius continues, climbing up the viewing platform of the Moonlight Tower like vines, densely forming a surrounding demonic writing.

【You will choose next:】

【A.Wantful destruction】

【B. Raid on the Blood Realm】

【C. Hidden Tour】

[D. Personal intervention]

[Remaining life: 0 days, 7 hours and 31 minutes]

This time, Lan Qi had no intention of looking for the same streets as when he first arrived at the North Shore.

There was no point in asking the residents of St. Trinq for their opinions.

"The last choice."

This time Talia followed Lanqi and saw an especially large number of options.

Try to go to the provinces along the southern route of the Horning Empire as much as possible.

Lanci chose to intervene personally.

Then everything slowed down.

It was as if he had woken up from a dream and gained the control of free movement, standing on the observation deck high above St. Trinq as if he were actually there.

Looking around, he saw himself wearing a casual vest, standing on the top of the Moonlight Tower.

"Hey, are you afraid of Pope Saint Paulante?"

Lan Qi still turned around on the observation deck and asked the residents visiting the Moonlight Tower.

"The Pope? The guy who wreaked havoc in the Horning Empire?"

"The vampires have been protecting us. There is nothing to be afraid of in local unrest, haha."

The customer next to the outdoor cafe on the observation deck responded generously, his tone full of trust in the vampires.

"Do you really think so?"

Lan Qi asked calmly, with a hint of doubt and inquiry.

"Those guys from the damn Saint Paulant Theocracy always like to smear the Vampires, but we won't believe their lies! Look, this time it's the Theocracy who did something good again, and the Vampires have been protecting us."

A middle-aged man in well-dressed clothes said angrily, his face full of dissatisfaction with the Theocracy.

"Even the Pope himself is not clean, how can the Theocracy of Saint Paulant be a good thing?"

Another strong-looking man with a resolute face clenched his fists and said decisively.

"Indeed, the Pope is really not a good person this time."

Lan Qi listened quietly to the remarks of these people from the Horning Empire, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he even agreed.

He vividly recalled the situation when they had been reduced to puppets of the vampires, and their appearance of being at the mercy of the vampires had never changed.

But at this moment, he had no other feelings except compassion.

He gently raised his fingertips.

Reverse sunset.

Purifying light.

Gradually falling from the sky.

All the sounds in the world are even hidden in the blank space and the roar.

In the fire that destroyed everything, only the evil silver mask was clearly visible.

The figure in the casual vest disappeared again, returning to the true form of Pope Saint Paulante.

When the explosion sounded again.

The air wave has blown through the entire city-state of St. Trike!

The original asphalt land of the city-state became scorched black and turned into steam in an instant. The clear lake was evaporated by the high temperature of the explosion, leaving only a dry river bed and a dead silence.

The tall towers, bustling markets, and magnificent temples of the past were all reduced to ashes. Even though the unnatural and devastating explosion had ended long ago, the light in the sky was still blocked, leaving only a dim glow.

On the ground, lava-like flames spread everywhere, and heat waves swept around, making the air unbearably hot. At the location of the original landmark building, the Moonlight Tower, the depth of the unnatural pit was immeasurable, and it was filled with a pungent smoky smell. .

Only the wind was singing, as if mourning for all this, and as if the suffering souls trapped in this dead city were finally freed and rushed to the land of heaven.

At the center of the explosion, the scorching waves still continued, and the soil at its edge was always undulating with red light like breathing.

The entire city of St. Trinq was empty, except for the lonely figure of the white-robed Pope standing in the center.

"Are you paying tribute to the Bishop of Destruction this time?"

Talia discovered that Ranchi particularly liked to use the moves of his teammates and former enemies.

Compared to light magic, Ranchi prefers to use magic of other attributes after practice.

This makes him look more villain than the villain sometimes.

"This magic can perfectly simulate the destructive power of an eighth-level strongman who is desperate at the end of his rope. In addition, I already know this move."

Ranchi shook his head.

"Can your nuclear fusion wolf explode to this effect? ​​Let's put one in Brillda for the next National Day of the Krelian Empire?"

Talia has never seen the power of Ranchi's nuclear fusion wolf in actual combat.

"No, no, no, this thing can't be put in Brillda."

Ranchi firmly rejected this proposal.

If the current nuclear fusion wolf is detonated by Talia, it will also receive the double bonus of the seal slate and the flint slate, and he himself can't estimate the power.

At most, it can threaten the enemy when necessary.

Sometimes, unexploded bombs are the most useful.

"..."

Talia was about to say something but stopped again. Although this kid is very principled, he still thinks like a terrorist.

At this moment, Lanqi was suddenly locked by several tangible magic powers.

The movement of his magic alarmed the vampire ancestors under Saint Trik.

Just like the previous two weeks, the ancestors found the Pope of Saint Polante at the end of his rope.

"It's time to open the door for me."

Lanqi looked at the scorched earth of Saint Trik from a distance and muttered.

Before he could wait any longer, the scene around him suddenly changed.

As the sky spun, he fell into a strange enchantment space.

The surrounding buildings and trees fell rapidly upwards, and the shrill sound of the wind whistled in his ears.

He began to fall down at a very fast speed, and all he could see was the scene of the upside-down city.

Countless buildings were inserted into the dark night, wantonly subverting the law of gravity. The buildings were interlaced and the layers of houses outlined a geometric pattern with concave surfaces on all sides, like a carefully arranged three-dimensional Rubik's cube maze.

The whole city stretched desperately towards the sky, and helplessly fell towards the center of the earth.

"Your Excellency the Pope, are you so angry today?"

The teasing voice echoed around Lanqi, like a declaration from God.

Lanqi smiled and said nothing under the silver-white mask.

He hung upside down, his white robe fluttering, and fell freely towards the Blood King's Palace.

"Lanclos, I've been looking forward to seeing you these days. You didn't even notify me in advance when you came. It really made me feel awkward."

The mocking voice of the third ancestor Lachar lingered in the darkness like a night ghost.

I don't know how long it fluttered, and Lanqi was shrouded by a palace.

The wide corridor in front of him disappeared from time to time and reappeared somewhere else. The door of the room continued to shift, leading to a completely different space. The stairs were winding and circling, never ending. The doors on both sides of the narrow corridor kept opening and closing, and the surging sea of ​​blood flowed out, as if it could swallow everything.

Suddenly, a gorgeous sliding door slowly opened in front of Lanqi.

He walked through without hesitation, and the speed of falling began to slow down.

Lanqi looked around and slowly landed in the center of the circular square of the Blood King's Palace.

"Welcome to Blood Moon City, Pope Saint Polante."

A handsome boy slowly walked out of the blood mist. It was the owner of the voice, and he saluted Lanqi for the curtain call.

He had a handsome face, white skin like porcelain, and soft brown hair hanging down to his shoulders.

The pure black velvet dress set off his extraordinary temperament. The golden emblem of the noble family of Horning was embroidered on the lapel. At first glance, he seemed to be just a rich young master who lived a life of luxury, but if you stare into his ruby-like eyes, you will find that there is a knowledge accumulation far beyond his appearance age.

"You have successfully killed your way to Blood Moon City now, and perhaps you have learned something about the demons. How do you feel?"

Duke Lachar's mouth slightly raised, and a hint of playfulness flashed in his eyes.

"I feel good."

The Pope in the silver-white mask looked straight at the mist behind Lachar, locking the positions of the other ancestors.

A blazing red arc of fire burst out from his palm, shooting straight into the sky, instantly illuminating the entire Blood Moon City as bright as purgatory.

Countless bright flames gathered in the void, turning into a purgatory net, covering the Blood Moon City from top to bottom.

"Don't start a big fight right away, Your Holiness. There are many more surprises."

Duke Lachar sneered.

A purple-red tortoise-shell-shaped magic barrier quickly formed around Lachar, blocking the fire net outside.

The two magical powers collided fiercely in the air, erupting with a deafening roar.

Lan Qi remained motionless, and continued to activate the light and fire spells with the back of his hand.

But gradually, this confrontation seemed to be deadlocked.

On the ground within a range of several kilometers, a grand magic circle took shape under the feet of the third ancestor Lachar, and the magic power it exuded was far greater than the power that the Pope had just exploded. The purple-red light spots in the sky flowed wildly in the Blood King's Palace, turning into blood-colored giant pythons, whistling towards the Pope's light array, causing the air to stagnate.

Lan Qi remained silent, increased the output of spells, and quickly built a rock seal shield in front of him.

Even in the face of Duke Lachar's full-strength attack, the rock shield remained motionless, only fine cracks appeared on the surface, spreading like a spider web.

The next second, countless dazzling lights burst out from the Pope's body, interweaving into thousands of light wheels in the air, carrying a thousand pounds of force, and crushing directly towards Lachar.

The two destructive forces collided violently in the void, and the entire Blood King Palace erupted with a loud noise that shook the world. In an instant, the offensives of both sides were offset and the situation returned to calm.

"Alas, Lanklos, you are so weak, do you still think you are still the invincible Pope of Saint Polante?"

Lachar had just finished fighting, but he seemed calm and composed, with a playful smile on his face.

The Pope slowly put down his hand, and his expression under the mask was dim and unclear.

"Lanqi, have I watched this part three times?"

Thalia believed that the details were different each time.

But the openings of the three simulations were similar.

Except that the first time was really unbeatable.

Later, Lanqi enjoyed it.

"Then I personally intervened, and I can't skip this part."

Lanqi responded with reason and reason.

"That's right..."

Talia was powerless to refute.

At least in this respect, the Upside-Down Lord Tiberius is a qualified designer, giving the Tiberius Mirror a function similar to skipping.

But it is limited to situations where he does not personally intervene.

I heard from Lanqi before that the planner of their company did not want to implement the skip plot function, and then the planner's mother died immediately, so Lanqi organized his colleagues to pray for the planner's mother.

A raging flame suddenly erupted from the ground, and the Blood King's divine fire, as hot as magma, instantly engulfed the entire square, dyeing this dark space into a crimson abyss.

The scorching heat began to burn the Pope's body.

This time, the purgatory fire released by the Pope in advance also spread on the ground, and it was unclear whose fire it was.

"Don't stand idly by, let's entertain the guests together."

Duke Lachar turned his head and looked at the sky meaningfully, raised a curve at the corner of his mouth, and shouted to the figures in the blood mist at the edge of the Blood King Palace Square.

"I guess there's still half a second."

Before Lanqi could finish his muttering, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

A burly man emerged from the fog, the golden tassels on his military uniform fluttering in the wind, a provocative smile squeezed out of his mouth, and a surge of power surged around him, and his uniform was torn.

He suddenly stretched out his right fist and attacked the Pope's face with lightning speed.

When the explosion sounded throughout the Blood King's Palace, Lanqi's figure barely avoided the heavy punch.

The Pope's movements seemed awkward, and he looked flustered when he landed on one foot, but the corners of his clothes were still not stained with dust.

"Haha, Pope, are you performing acrobatics?"

The eighth ancestor Somerset looked at the Pope's funny and exaggerated appearance and asked.

Soon, the Pope will know that the peace of this era is nothing but a falsehood.

The death of his worm companions is also destined to be meaningless.

And he will be incapable of rage because he has already lost the power to fight against the blood clan.

He doesn't know that even if he still maintains the ninth-level power, it will be useless, because their blood clan has already planted poisonous seeds all over the world.

"Somerset, even if he has fallen from the peak, he is naturally restrained against us."

A cold female voice came from the blood mist, with a warning in her tone.

A beautiful female blood clan member in a dark purple tulle dress walked out slowly. When she appeared and joined the battle, the magic aura of Duke Lachar and Marquis Somerset suddenly climbed to a new height.

"Your Excellency the Pope, haven't you killed enough along the way? We blood clan may not have killed as many people as you."

Another voice sounded leisurely.

The blood mist condensed into a shape, and a handsome blond man walked out slowly. He was wearing an off-white silk shirt with a velvet vest, an emerald bow tie at the collar, and his golden brown curly hair casually hung on his forehead, slightly covering his ruby-like eyes.

"We wasted so much food that we worked so hard to raise. Should you give us some compensation? For example, give us a little happiness?"

The ninth ancestor, Marquis Bernhard, asked the Pope in a tone as kind as a hospitable gentleman.

Helitiel's prophecy has never failed.

The old Pope Saint Polante now has only one or two days left to live.

"Why is His Majesty the Pope so silent? Has he foreseen his own end and is in despair?"

Duke Lachar asked, his tone full of contempt for playing with his prey.

He was looking forward to seeing the Pope's gradual collapse.

"No."

The white-robed Pope raised his index finger and shook it.

"......Hmm?"

Lachar narrowed his eyes,

"What do you mean?"

Lanclos's reaction was beyond his expectations.

The white-robed masked figure was silent and a little too indifferent.

It was like a different person.

Not only did he not feel a trace of doubt from Lanclos, he also had no feeling about the difference in combat power between the two sides, as if everything was just a matter of course. That madness, that anger, was not there at all, and there was only the calmness of tasting afternoon tea.

And he always raised his index finger and did not put it down.

Lachar could not understand what he meant.

The white-robed pope raised his hand slowly and took off the mask for the first time. His relaxed smile seemed to have never changed.

"I can fight you with just one index finger."

His eyes passed through the slender fingers, and he spoke to the four ancestors opposite in a natural tone.

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