Don't confiscate my citizenship

"Lancros, are you crazy?"

Laxal learned about Lanclos' fate of being stabbed in the back by one of his own men and his insane behavior in the Horning Empire in the past two days. He felt that Lanclos's mind had been corroded by the "psychic rupture".

But no matter how he looked at it at the moment, Rashal felt that his eyes were always clear, so clear that it made Rashal uneasy.

The black centipede mark on Lanclos's left cheek that he had never seen before was so strange that Rashal could not analyze its reason.

"Not so."

Lan Qi hung the silver mask casually on his waist with a calm expression.

"I'm just stating the facts."

He raised his head slightly and looked at the four ancestors, not treating them as opponents at all.

"To be honest, I don't quite understand your reckless move to break into St. Patrick's City alone, and I don't understand where your confidence comes from. I can clearly feel that the strength of your magic power has dropped to that of mine. Lower level.”

The ninth ancestor, Margrave Bernhard, paced and analyzed with sincerity,

"So you think bluffing is still useful now? Lanclos."

As a vampire scholar, he seemed most interested in having a long conversation with the Pope.

"You are the most enthusiastic to me every time."

Lan Qi also didn’t mind listening to the words of the ninth ancestor, Marquis Bernhard.

Because he still hasn’t understood what Marquis Bernhard’s suggestion is.

"In my opinion, you can either start a war outright and let the people of the Horning Empire fall back into the flames of war; or you can continue to act cautiously and end up in a prosperous age of peace. Both paths have their own pros and cons, but they always win. Live what you are doing now..."

He talked eloquently, like a wise-talking strategist, explaining Lan Qi's predicament.

"So, what exactly is your suggestion?"

Lan Qi asked with interest.

"Huh huh huh."

The ninth ancestor, Marquis Bernhard, shook his head and chuckled, a trace of amusement flashing in his eyes.

"As for my suggestion, you'd better stay here! Your Majesty the Pope!"

Before he finished speaking, Marquis Bernhard's whole body lit up with a strange red light, and the magic power boiled and surged in his body, becoming out of control in the blink of an eye.

Countless scarlet eyeballs emerged from under his skin, covering his entire body, staring ferociously and greedily at the Pope in front of him.

Those poor talented souls had their unique abilities stripped away by the ninth ancestor, Marquis Bernhard, and turned into terrifying weapons, which made Bernhard's strength even higher.

Marquis Bernhard's originally handsome face gradually became distorted and deformed, and his facial features were all covered by the dense eyeballs. He bared his teeth and ran towards the Pope.

Those eyes were glowing red with hunger, trying to swallow up everything in front of them.

The other ancestors all knew that the ninth ancestor, Margrave Bernhard, had coveted the Pope for a long time.

Just in time to see how weak the Pope is now.

However.

To the surprise of all the ancestors, the white-robed pope just remained indifferent and motionless.

The Pope's eyes were a little disappointed, as if Marquis Bernhard's suggestion failed to satisfy him.

Marquis Bernhard's tall body at this time also made it impossible for the Pope to see Bernhard's face clearly without raising his head.

But he won't look up.

"Hold your head too high."

The pope's finger pointing toward the ancestors moved slightly to the right.

There was deathly silence all around, except for the rustle of the wind blowing through the Blood Palace Square.

In an instant, the dust in the entire square seemed to be divided and became uneven!

In front of the Blood Palace, the ground was stained red by a clear line of blood.

The pupils of the three ancestors in the distance shrank suddenly, and an unbelievable look flashed in their eyes.

They witnessed with their own eyes Marquis Bernhard's body being torn apart in mid-air.

The seventh ancestor, Marquis Helitier, subconsciously read the crisis and crouched down, with only his hair cut off.

The third ancestor, Duke Rashal, was also the first to react and dodge.

The farthest away eighth ancestor, the Marquis of Somerset, was cut in half, and blood flowed uncontrollably from half of his body.

"Lan, Lanclos..."

The ninth ancestor, Bernhard, had a faint tremor when his head fell to the ground, and his expression did not even reflect what had happened.

Before his body could regroup, rock chains suddenly came out, tightly imprisoning the fragments and sealing them into a chiseled stone pillar.

The ninth ancestor fell prematurely.

Thalia guessed that the most talkative ancestor would be the first to be sealed.

Although Lanclos doesn't know [friendly communication] and [basic etiquette].

But in Lan Qi's hands, all spells can be turned into [Friendly Communication] and [Basic Etiquette].

That's why Thalia felt that Lanqi used Lanclos's spell in a strange way!

"You know I am Your Majesty, so why don't you worship me?"

Lan Qi looked at the three kneeling ancestors on the other side of the Blood Palace and asked.

"..."

The remaining three ancestors all showed undisguised shock in their eyes.

According to the intelligence from the Horning Empire and the divination results of Marquis Helitier, the current Pope should be weak enough to be slaughtered by them.

But at this moment, the strength Lan Qi showed only made them feel scared.

Even more powerful than when he sealed the injured second ancestor Prince Salvatore and fifth ancestor Duke Mordecai four years ago!

For a twilight pope who was only at the eighth level, coming to Blood Moon City alone would undoubtedly mean he would die.

Lanclos should have fought with the ancestors with despair, and then been tortured and humiliated, seeing clearly that the sacrifices of his fellow insects were meaningless, and ended his incompetent life in despair.

The faces of the three ancestors were completely frozen, as if frozen.

"Why is this..."

The heartbeat of the seventh ancestor Heliti'er accelerated, and her chest rose and fell.

The entire star map she saw lost its color.

Or rather, Lanclos's state made her begin to distrust the stars she saw.

"Heliti'er, why can't you see that the moment I stepped into the Blood Moon City, your Blood King Palace began to smoke?"

Lanqi stood in front of them, with a compassionate smile, but like a sharp blade, piercing into the heart of Marquis Heliti'er.

The dark palace behind him, the chalky floor of the square was full of the blood of the ninth ancestor, and the ninth towering stone pillar was flickering with a dying light.

This is completely different from the future that Marquis Helitiel saw!

"But don't worry, I have no interest in torturing the weak."

Lanqi's voice was relaxed and casual, as if he was reminiscing with an old friend.

"You..."

Talia listened to Lanqi's words and was about to refute, but found that he was right. He would only torture the strong.

"Well, Laosang really has no opinion."

Talia couldn't imagine how cruel Lanqi was to Asksang.

"Your Highness, I think there may be some misunderstanding between us?"

The third ancestor, Duke Lachar, turned his eyes to the pope in the distance, and the boy's voice became more solemn, and asked him.

He knew that the pope's posture of a strong man pitying the weak was a shame for them on the opposite side.

But at this time he was also very sober, and there was no need to confront such a desperate person head-on.

"Is it true?"

The white-robed pope asked the third ancestor, Duke Lachar.

"Really."

Lachar confirmed sincerely.

The Pope's teasing tone made Lachar's blood pressure explode, but Lachar could only be patient and maintain his acting skills to communicate with the Pope.

"Will you repent?"

Lanqi asked again.

"Of course, I will reflect on any mistakes."

Lachar suspected that there was a chance.

"Then why did you repeat the same mistakes in the Krelian Empire tens of thousands of years later?"

Lanqi asked as a matter of course.

"Tens of thousands of years later... the Krelian Empire?"

The seventh ancestor, Marquis Helitiel, had a trace of confusion in his eyes.

This was not an unintentional sentence that sounded like a joke, and the name of the country she had never heard of, as if the Pope was a traveler from another time and space, and had already seen a future farther away than them.

"What did you see, Lanklos?"

Heritiel discovered an extremely terrifying fact and questioned the Pope.

"Is this reality... or the future I observed... But if I came from the past, how could I know the future tens of thousands of years later..."

Lanqi began to recite the words silently.

Lachar didn't understand what the Pope meant at first.

Until he found out.

The content of the Pope's mouth was completely synchronized with the words whispered by the seventh ancestor Helitier, which made Helitier tremble in a daze.

This is obviously not mind reading.

Because Lanklos' words were a little earlier than Helitier's!

"Pope, did you use immortal punishment on yourself?"

The third ancestor Lachar finally understood the worst answer, and his blood-red pupils were full of anger.

Demons.

It's the demons again!

It turned out that the unknown demon treasure left by that bastard Kaliela allowed Lanklos to predict the future!

"Don't worry, it will be used on you soon."

Lanqi was sure.

"Lanklos... This is not fair, this is not fair!!"

The third ancestor finally did not hide the ferocity in his eyes, and his voice was sharp and distorted, echoing in the empty Blood King Palace Square.

Although he still had a fluke mentality in his heart, he was unwilling to admit that he might fail.

But he knew that he would have to fight a life-and-death battle with Pope Saint Polante today, and the blood-red magic power was rising steadily.

"Lanclos, you despicable villain!"

The eighth ancestor, Marquis Somerset, barely combined his upper and lower body. He clenched his fists, his knuckles turned white, and his body trembled slightly, both angry and afraid.

"I guess you want to sneak attack me again."

A circle of lightning spread outward under Lanqi's feet, creating ripples on the stone slabs until Yongyao illuminated the entire Blood Moon City.

His eyes stared at his opponent through the sharpness of the lightning.

The thunder of the waterfall was like a cannibalism, and the incandescent storm that swept everything covered the entire Blood Moon City.

Before the eighth ancestor Somerset had time to attack the Pope, he became immobile.

"Use the thunder magic that you are not good at, don't look down on us too much!"

Among the three ancestors, only Lachar could barely move in this full-range composite spell of light and thunder, resisting the state of electrocution and paralysis.

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

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

"Lanclos, as long as you are still Lanclos, you can't ignore the mental rift I left behind!"

Lachar sneered, controlling the tentacles to attack Lanqi directly.

"You know, I'm too lazy to waste magic to block the power of your spell attack."

When the tentacles touched Lanqi, it was like hitting an invisible wall, instantly breaking into pieces, turning into blood-red residual light and dissipating in the air.

According to Talia and his previous review, this magic did not cause any substantial damage, and mainly imposed negative status.

With Lankros's spell resistance, he could take it with his face.

This time, he took it, and it really didn't feel anything.

It turned out that they both liked to review, which was a good habit. Since the beginning of their cooperation in card making, they never stopped talking about review.

"......?"

Lachar couldn't believe that the mental magic he was proud of had no effect.

He was 100% sure that this guy was Lankros, and the mental rift he gave him was still on his body. Once it was detonated, it would be extremely painful.

Why can it be ignored?

Is there no scar in his heart?

"Are you really Lankros?!"

Lachar finally realized a terrible conclusion that overturned all his previous inferences.

"Lachar, you are easier to beat than Talia."

Lanqi looked calm, as if nothing had happened.

He raised his right hand, and a lightning as bright as day burst out from his palm, carrying the force of thunder and lightning straight towards Lachar.

Lachar hurriedly summoned a blood-colored magic barrier, trying to resist this fatal blow, but wherever the lightning passed, the barrier was broken like paper, and the lightning hit Lachar's chest heavily, blowing his slender figure away, and smashing a huge hole in the wall of the Blood King's Palace.

"Talia...Who is it!!!"

Lachar climbed up from the ruins with difficulty, blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

He never expected that Pope Saint Polante was not only so powerful, but also had a different state of mind.

The Pope's inexplicable words were almost equivalent to a disguised admission of the fact that he was not Lanclos!

What made Lachar even more unacceptable was that the guy named "Talia" seemed very weak from the Pope's tone, and the Pope actually said that he was not even as good as Talia!

"The only creature that can affect my spirit magic."

The white-robed Pope replied.

At this point, Talia, who was making a fuss in his heart, stopped.

"I don't agree! I don't agree! You are not allowed to humiliate me in this way!"

Lachar roared, and summoned blood-colored tentacles all over the sky again, swarming up like the arms of a devil. They twisted and swirled, intending to entangle Lanqi's limbs. At the same time, countless dark red mental attacks followed.

But Lanqi didn't dodge.

He walked straight towards Lachar.

This step was unstoppable.

The moment the tentacles touched the white-robed Pope, they hissed as if they had encountered a raging fire and exploded.

"Don't come over here again!"

Lachar's eyes were red, and he couldn't believe that his magic was completely ineffective.

The white-robed pope approached Lachar, and every step made him feel like his brain was shaking.

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

Until the white-robed man stretched out his hand and pressed his fingertips on Lachar's forehead.

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

"Ah...!!"

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

The eighth ancestor Somerset took advantage of this gap and rushed up with his broken body.

His muscles bulged, as hard as cast steel.

Now he is the only one in the Blood King's Palace who can harm the pope!

"You are not even one ten-thousandth of Talia."

Lanqi raised his hand and pointed, and sharp air blades appeared out of thin air, whistling towards all directions of the square.

The ground shattered wherever it passed, and crisscrossing cracks spread like a spider web.

Even though Duke Lachar helped Marquis Somerset to condense thousands of barriers, the sharpness of those air blades was too terrifying, and they cut off Marquis Somerset's whole body again. Just passing by the side of Duke Lachar behind, it cut the sleeves of the dress, and blood was dripping.

The panicked Marquis Helitiel knew that he could not let Marquis Somerset fall, and tried his best to help Marquis Somerset reorganize his body, as if to turn back time to restore it.

The next moment, the invisible magic suddenly stagnated the space.

"!"

She realized that she had made a bad move.

Hilitiel suddenly felt like falling into an ice cave, and her limbs were shrouded in unprecedented horror.

Marquis Somerset lost his mind like an undead puppet.

He flashed behind her and Lachar quietly at some point, and clamped her and Lachar's slender necks tightly with his hands.

Marquis Somerset pinched Marquis Helitier and Duke Lachar like two little chickens.

"Pope... you evil guy..."

Helitier squeezed out a few words from his teeth with difficulty, scratching Somerset's wrist in vain with both hands, but couldn't shake it at all.

This time, the Pope predicted that she would fully treat the weak Marquis Somerset, not only did he not stop her, but took advantage of this gap to control Marquis Somerset.

The Pope can always react one step ahead, clearly guess at what point Helitier will use spells, and use spells beyond Helitier's predictions.

This suffocating feeling of oppression made her frantically burn her magic power to search for the key point on the timeline that could reverse the situation, but every line led to the same ending - the end.

She fell to her knees in despair, the starlight shattered before her eyes, no longer able to guide any path.

"I've been fighting the old woman who reads my mind 24 hours a day, it's strange that your divination can work on me."

Lanqi took advantage of the victory and gathered dazzling white light in his palm, swiping towards the direction where the ancestors were.

"Fuck you, do you have to repeat this sentence too?"

Talia finally couldn't bear it anymore and cursed.

"Why, so strong..."

Heliti trembled and muttered to herself.

This is no longer the level that can be described by the ninth level limit.

She must express her feelings.

That is, she met "God".

The omniscient and omnipotent God.

"This is the evil ghost created by you in this era of blood moon."

Lan Qi stretched out his hand, and the dark and transparent rock pillars rose from the ground, surrounding three indestructible tombs.

"Of course, this may not be his own strength. He just survived every time by chance... inherited everything left by his companions..."

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

The rock pillar slowly sank into the ground, taking the seventh ancestor Marquis Helitiel and the eighth ancestor Marquis Somerset with them into the endless abyss.

Only the strongest third ancestor, Duke Lachar, was still resisting.

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

Lachar roared, his voice sounded like coughing blood,

"Do you think everything is over if you seal us?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he burst into a creepy laugh.

The laughter echoed over the ruins of the Blood King's Palace, as if it was going to tear the space of Blood Moon City apart.

"..."

The White Robe Pope was silent.

"The Honing Empire..."

"The Honing Empire is doomed. All the citizens in the south have been infected by the blood poison of the Second Ancestor. It is you who are suppressing their demonization. Once you are sealed, all the people of Honing will become demons, and the Saint Polante Pope's territory in the north will also suffer!"

Lan Qi answered.

He helped Lachar tell the answer.

"..."

Lachar's laughter stopped abruptly, regardless of the blood he was coughing up.

The harsh laughter ended in the square of the Blood King's Palace.

"No... Impossible..."

Many pictures and scenes kept flying through Lachar's trembling pupils.

"You are the prey, and I am the hunter. It is impossible, it is impossible to be reversed like this..."

Lachar seemed to understand slowly and completely.

Why Lanclos would make a big fuss in the Saint Polante Church.

Why was it the Saint Sigler who was second only to him who stabbed him in the back?

Why did he pretend to be crazy and indiscriminately slaughter the provinces of the Horning Empire before coming here?

There is only one answer to everything: he, Lachar, was played by Lanclos.

"By the way, Lachar."

Lanqi seemed to have thought of something and looked at the third ancestor and said.

"Why doesn't your true king want you?"

Lanqi looked at the third ancestor Lachar who was about to be covered by the rock pillar and asked with concern.

He heard Lachar say at the end last time that if the first ancestor blood clan true king had not abandoned them, they would not have lost.

"..."

Lachar's red eyes gradually became empty, and then he went completely crazy,

"No!!! Lanclos, I'm going to kill you ah ah ah ah!!!"

Lachar shouted hoarsely.

Duke Lachar was dragged into the interlaced stone pillars. He was getting more and more angry and trying his best to fight back. His eyes were bloodshot, veins were bulging, and blood foam was flowing from the corners of his mouth.

"No, I just care about you. Why are you so anxious?"

Lanqi sighed with his hands on his waist in confusion.

The interlocking stone pillars made a dull sound like prison doors under the push of Lanqi's magic. As the gap slowly closed, the other's figure reflected in the emerald and scarlet pupils was gradually covered by darkness.

Lachar's voice also gradually disappeared.

At the same time, the Blood Moon City trembled violently, forcing Lanqi to stabilize his body and look up.

Above the Blood Moon City, the land of the Horning Empire that had not yet been destroyed was filled with turbid air and demons dancing wildly.

It was clearly a bright sunset before, but now the miasma that covered the sky and the sun enveloped the entire Horning Empire.

The doomsday turmoil left by the blood clan arrived as expected.

Lanqi looked up, his sight penetrated far away, and saw that the sky was covered with gray and blood red, and a dead sun hung powerlessly in the sky, no longer warm and shining.

"Lanqi, let's go."

Talia said in his heart,

"It may be a long time later, but I will accompany you."

She knew that the next battle would still be a hard battle.

But since Lanqi chose to experience it personally, this was his training and trial.

As Lanqi's always serious and responsible teacher, she would supervise the battle to the end.

"Start the final journey north."

The figure of the white-robed pope disappeared in the Blood King Palace.

When he reappeared, he had arrived at the ruined capital of the Horning Empire, St. Trik.

Lanqi flew away.

He had cleaned up the south as much as possible.

But the central part of the Horning Empire, starting from the north, was still turned into a purgatory on earth at this moment, and the St. Polant Empire further north was the last pure land that had not yet fallen into the abyss of demonization.

The demon army was rushing there, and the number was so large that it was unstoppable.

He was going to finish Lanclos's last battle.

…

A few days later.

The northern border of Horning, the Hels Rhine Province.

The blood dyed the Oberon Canal red.

Thousands of lives died under the ravages of the demons.

The hellish battle line was far away.

A lone figure was still bathing in the blood of countless demons in the depths of the Horning Empire, blocking most of the demon offensives for the Saint Polant Empire.

At this moment, he had lost his former charm.

The once holy white robe was stained black and red by blood and mud, the arms holding the scepter were covered with scars, and the silver-white mask had all broken, revealing the face that could no longer maintain a disguise.

Blood kept oozing from the corners of his mouth, dripping down his chin, and blending with the stains on his body.

The sky above his head was still gray and dead, and the land was even more devastated.

The Pope resolutely blocked the mouth of the abyss.

No one knows how long he has struggled in this hell and how many demons he has killed.

His fate has long passed the end and he has become an undead.

The rules of the undead are eroding his will bit by bit, but the remaining reason tells him that he has to continue to block the demon army.

The body of the living dead is gradually collapsing and festering, the flesh and blood under the broken skin are blurred, and the internal organs are almost broken. Every breath is accompanied by heart-wrenching pain, and the more terrible is the curse that eats away the soul.

But every extra spell can save thousands of innocent lives.

"An oversized demon has been found! The rear troops stop!"

The whole army lined up and shouted, breaking the dead silence.

Following the sound, Lanqi saw a group of figures riding silver-armored horses.

Silver-shining armor, snow-white spears, and fluttering flags.

That was the Knights of the Temple of Saint Polante who came from the north. They were the elite who had sworn to follow Pope Saint Polante to fight.

And the leader of the army——

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

Seeing this figure, Lanqi's heart instantly surged with a sense of relief.

With Siegler, it was not a problem to block the next few waves of demon attacks.

But the next second, when the Knights of the Temple saw the figure of the demon clearly, they also understood who this super-sized demon was.

"All troops line up!!"

"Why did Pope Lanclos also become a demon!"

The faces of the Knights of the Temple were full of disbelief and horror.

They took a deep breath of the bloody cold air.

From the accessories on the demon, it was pointed out that he was Pope Saint Polante.

The pair of eyes that were once as gentle as jade, now glowed with a creepy green light, and the deep eye sockets seemed like two dark abysses that would suck people's souls in.

How could this be the Pope they once loved? He was clearly the most terrifying monster!

Even though they knew that the Pope's fall was a tragedy, they still felt a heart-breaking pain when they saw the Pope become like this.

"Quick...quickly retreat...!"

The Knights' general shouted tremblingly, his voice almost broken.

The silver-armored knights retreated in an orderly manner, and their silver spears and lances pointed at the white-robed Pope.

The berserk demon will make the original strength soar. If the Pope is demonized, he will be invincible!

Now it depends on whether Her Majesty Siegler can defeat him again.

"Siegler..."

Looking at all this, the Pope's eyes were full of a smile of relief, and the last bit of strength he had held on to disintegrated and dissipated.

He read out her name in the dim vision.

His vision was shaking as it opened and closed.

"..."

He saw Siegler crying and shouting his name, running towards him.

But she didn't have time to touch him.

The Pope's body came to an end in the long battle.

The moment when the skin cracked and fell off, the flesh was bloody and rotten, and the internal organs were all broken, even the noble head turned into a ball of black mist under the erosion of the curse.

Siegler's pounce was in vain, and only the ornaments were scattered on the ground.

"No, no...!"

She knelt on the ground with a blank mind, tears rolled down like pearls with broken strings, and her helpless hands tried to gather the Pope's body, but they all escaped from her hands like quicksand.

Siegler seemed to be confessing and begging, and kept saying something.

But Lanqi could no longer hear it.

Lanqi watched his body disintegrate bit by bit and turn into dust.

He could only let his vision slowly be shrouded by the black fog, and Sieglei disappeared before his eyes.

The curse of immortal punishment made his soul completely immortal and also took away his five senses...

...

When his consciousness was re-condensed, Ranch came to that strange space.

To be precise, this can no longer be called "space".

There is no light, no sound, and no trace of any entity.

He still stayed in this world, but he could not touch any physical objects, nor could he see any physical objects, and could not exchange senses with any entity.

He will drift forever in a realm that even death cannot touch.

Looking around, there is only endless darkness, as if it is going to devour people's souls.

Ranch stood in the black fog, and this time he was not moved at all, but seemed to be thinking about something.

Talia understood what Ranch was thinking.

"This ending is too cruel for Sieglei."

Talia couldn't forget Sigre's last appearance for a long time, and her heart ached.

She believed Lan Qi felt the same way.

Although this is relatively speaking, it is the best ending that can be achieved in the bad blood moon era.

But in the next life of Sigre, she will begin to bear the pain of Lanclos's life.

"At some point, living may be a punishment, and death is a relief."

Lan Qi shook his head.

He actually really wanted to hear the final dialogue between Sigre and Lanclos.

But the Mirror of Tiberius had run out of times, and he had no chance to hear what Sigre said.

Unless after this time in the Shadow World, you can still get photo treasures like Kaliela's Shadow Weaving Record.

"Okay, this is established history thousands of years ago. Even if Lanclos feels guilty about Sigre, you can't help him pay it back, can you?"

Thalia enlightened Lanchi and talked to him.

The difference from Lancross's situation is that Lanchi still has her in the dark space.

Even at this moment, she can share feelings with Lan Qi and help Lan Qi relieve his loneliness.

"That's true."

Lanci agreed.

"But if you think about it carefully, Lanclos met two destined girls one after another during his lifetime, but neither of them died well, which has become an eternal regret."

Thalia also sighed sadly.

For Lanclos, Sigre was almost the light of Lanclos in the second half of his life. She gave him the motivation to live when he was most confused. She never understood his heart. In the past twelve years, she was both Lanclos and Lanclos. The person Cross trusted most, and the person who trusted Lanclos the most, was almost another Lanclos. Even in the end, Lanclos could only trust her with his life.

She couldn't help but wonder, if there was a fate in the afterlife and they met after thousands of years, who would Lanclos choose...

"But this is the life of Lanclos. Only he can evaluate whether he has regrets or peace of mind. Being able to end the Blood Moon Bad World and fulfill his long-cherished wish can be regarded as a kind of rest in a sense."

Lan Qi shook his head.

"Why is human life so short?"

Thalia witnessed the end of Lanclos, and her regret was nowhere to be expressed.

Now she also doesn't want to accept the fact that her little apprentice is human.

If he agrees, she would like to transform him into her own familiar and share life with her.

"I always feel that the story of Lanclos is not over yet. If the dream I had in Huadu Parrieu is related to the bad blood moon, Lanclos will meet a very special person after he becomes an undead. Important women…”

Lan Qi murmured thoughtfully.

But the memory of the dream was too fragmented, and he could hardly remember what it was.

If Lanclos in real history activated the Mirror of Tiberius three times, and after using it, reproduced the process and ending of the third simulation in the real world, ending the Blood Moon Bad Times, then Lanclos will turn into the black mist undead, wandering in the world, or he may stay in a place that he intuitively thinks is familiar until someone comes to save him.

"I seem to have an impression."

Thalia remembered that after Lan Qi bought two pieces of reincarnation gems with her in the capital of Paris, Lan Qi fell asleep next to her on a bench by the Selena River.

Lan Qi had a long dream.

In the dream, the two of them turned against Tiangang, and Lan Qi became a black fog soul familiar, silently accompanying her sitting on the throne.

Later, when the two of them were recording cards with Calliera's Shadow Weaver in the capital of Paris, they had a similar dream.

I dreamed that Lan Qi turned into a black mist undead and stayed in the principal's office of Purgatory Corridor College.

He met a little gray cat who could see him.

"But it's just an impression."

Thalia added.

The two could not come up with any results from their discussion.

…

Lanci and Thalia experience the world they saw after Lancros used immortal punishment on themselves.

Sometimes they were chatting and sometimes they were quiet.

I don’t know how much time passed.

The simulation of the Mirror of Tiberius sped up a lot, and time passed quickly, but no matter how fast time passed, it would always be forever.

They can only wait for Tamisha to unplug the energy source outside the mirror and rescue them.

"I don't know how long we have to wait this time."

Thalia didn't panic this time even after a long time.

"By the way, if you want to return to the Shadow World, how will you bring the Blood Moon Bad World to a final end?"

As long as you know there is an end, it's not that scary.

"I've beaten him three times. Even with my eyes closed, I know how to beat the vampires of this era. Anyway, the ninth ancestor, Marquis Bernhard, will definitely fall first."

Lan Qi recounted confidently.

This time he told Tamisha to unplug the energy source in the central energy room within two hours. It was estimated that the time was almost up. This time he and Talia had been waiting for a long time.

"Wait a minute, you're not going to the Demon King's City of Nekalis to shake people, are you?"

Thalia suddenly realized that if Lanqi could not use the ninth level power, he would not be able to use immortal punishment.

Then the only replacement option left is to seek help from the big demons. Of course, this is also in line with the play style of Lan Qi, a big summoner.

Anyway, once the sun comes up, he doesn't care about the rest.

"Then I must ask Melogas to help me. I don't know if going to her a day later will make her think I'm being presumptuous."

Lanci confirmed Talia's idea.

He firmly believes that heroes have a heroic fighting style.

Even if he does not have the power of the ninth level, he will make the vampires feel what it means to "come out to hang out, you must have power and background."

"No, no, no! Blaspheming Lord Merogas... Her eyes are really disgusting. I don't want to see that guy!"

Thalia felt goosebumps all over her body just at the thought of seeing the scorpion-tailed female demon again.

Just when they were passing the time chatting as usual.

A little movement broke the silence.

Not the voice of the mind.

But the long-lost substantive voice suddenly penetrated the darkness and awakened his consciousness.

The sound was so energetic and soft, like a kitten jumping on the carpet.

"Is Tamisha here?"

Thalia seemed to have a vision of a small gray cat jumping in from the empty black fog in the distance.

Blink again and it disappears.

"Probably."

Lan Qi stared around and replied.

But before I could see clearly where the little gray cat's shadow had gone, the dark space flickered.

"Did you see the little gray cat too?"

Thalia asked in surprise.

It turned out to be not her illusion!

So according to the results of the third simulation...

Long after Lanclos becomes undead, will he see a mysterious little gray cat?

"Yes."

Lanci affirmed.

"Obviously the effect of immortal punishment is the same this time and the second time. Why is it different this time when we didn't see the little gray cat the second time?"

Thalia didn't have time to analyze where the little gray cat came from, she just felt puzzled.

“The ending of the second simulation may be the annihilation of civilization, and most of the creatures in the world may not survive, while the ending of the third simulation may be that the world is reborn, and most of the creatures in the north survive. So there is a person of destiny who can save Lancross..."

Lan Qi talked about his speculation.

Before they could finish their discussion.

The world becomes illusory and flickering.

This void seems unsustainable.

A ray of silver light penetrated the layers of darkness.

In an instant, the endless darkness was shattered by this dazzling light.

The shackles and curses on Lan Qi were also dissolved one by one.

He regained control of his body and was able to move.

"..."

Lan Qi walked out of the Mirror of Tiberius and returned to the deepest underground part of the Corridor Academy of Purgatory in this world of consciousness that he had been away from for a long time.

This was a small transparent room that seemed to be wrapped in the eternal night sky. Only the sparse starlight was around, bringing enough light to his sight to clearly see the scene in front of him.

I saw that the space inside this central room was completely different from the school.

The psychedelic walls swallowed up most of the light and echo, and only the hot pulse could be heard.

Feeling the beating of his heart, he was convinced that he was alive again.

The Xuanxuan Qing's trial requires him to constantly travel back and forth between life and death. Only by crossing the life and death can he obtain the future from him.

"Welcome back."

Tamisha said to him while holding the energy line with one hand.

It seemed to her that only a moment had passed.

But the phantom has this expression again.

"It's you..."

Maybe it was because the light in the central energy room was a bit dazzling, or maybe because he just stood up, his vision was a little dark, and Lan Qi fell into a trance.

He stood in front of the Mirror of Tiberius in a daze, looking at Tamisha's figure that looked like a gray cat.

Tamisha's childish face gradually began to overlap with the vague appearance of the gray-haired demon girl in Lan Qi's dream.

"Tamisha...I'm back."

Lan Qi gradually laughed and smiled happily.

It was a smile of relief.

It’s like I can finally leave this era with peace of mind and say goodbye with a smile.

"Why are you looking at me and smiling."

Tamisha asked the Phantom.

She always spoke in a toneless tone, and her questions sounded like statements.

Tamisha found that every time the Phantom walked out of the Mirror of Tiberius, his mental state would become tired and fluctuating, which made her very worried.

She raised her hands to indicate to the Phantom that she could hug him.

"Tamisha, maybe I'll have to rely on you to save me again in the future a long time from now."

Lan Qi walked up to Tamisha, took the initiative to hug the petite figure, and asked, please.

"What's the meaning."

Tamisha moved her head and asked Ranchi.

This phantom was obviously strong enough to protect her from Melogas, so why did he seek his own protection?

"You'll understand later."

Probably a hundred years later, Tamisha grew up to be a demon girl and was old enough to attend Purgatory Corridor Academy.

At that time, she no longer recognized who this black mist undead was, and the broken black mist undead also lost its memory.

However, the half-life souls left by Kaliela to each of them will eventually connect their destinies.

This is the content of the dream that only Lan Qi, ten thousand years later, knows in this world.

At this point in history, Lanclos still doesn’t know who might be able to save him in the future.

But Lan Qi already understood.

Everything is understood.

"Could there be a third Destined Girl in Lancross...?"

Thalia muttered to herself in a daze.

She also somewhat understood what the story would be like after the end of the Blood Moon Bad Era.

But that's all for later.

"How long will it take?"

Tamisha asked confusedly.

She has no idea about time or numbers.

"Maybe a hundred years."

Lanqi let her go and smiled at her.

"That's no problem, I will protect you."

Tamisa breathed a sigh of relief and counted out the largest number she knew,

"My promise is valid for 100,000 years, the goddess of fate is my witness."

She stretched out her little finger, hooked it around the phantom's little finger, and made a promise.