Don't confiscate my citizenship

Four days later.

In the northern part of the Theocracy of St. Paulant, the capital Helsalem finally returned to peace from the turmoil.

Immediately afterwards, the city-state of Helsalem began to busy prepare for the grand coronation ceremony.

This country that has gone through many hardships is about to have a new leader.

Under the Papal Hall at the top of the terrain, most of the city-state buildings are dark gray or white in classical style. The air is filled with the fragrance of flowers and deep music. The clean and spacious streets are full of merchants, knights and priests in gorgeous costumes.

In the streets and alleys, citizens gathered together in twos and threes, discussing in low voices the news coming from the Horning Empire in the south.

"I heard that the situation in the Horning Empire is very bad now, with chaos and massacre everywhere."

"It is said that he is a man in black robes who controls several incredibly powerful black-robed demons. He is like a demon lord descending from the sky. He is really the Tai Sui God on earth..."

Some citizens said cautiously.

Another person quickly interrupted him.

"Don't talk nonsense, the source of Horning's troubles is the evil side of our former Pope Lanclos..."

Before he finished speaking, he was scolded by others.

"Watch your words! Our current Pope is His Majesty Sigre St. Anastasius!"

If Sigre hadn't defeated and expelled the mad Lanclos, it was likely that the citizens of Helsalem would have been massacred indiscriminately.

In this case at least, the residents of Helsalem are grateful.

As soon as the catastrophe passed them by, the entire city was immersed in a festive atmosphere.

Ribbons of flowers decorate every street and the window sill of every house, and people, indoors and out, talk about the upcoming event.

Although the news of changes coming from the Horning Empire in the past two days let them know that the next fourth anniversary of the peaceful restoration of Seville may not be possible, but no matter whether the world will break out again, they will not be like ten years ago. So desperate a few years ago.

Success is not the end, failure is not the end, only the courage to move forward will last forever.

The fire in their hearts had been ignited many years ago, and it was nothing more than letting it burn brightly again in desperate situations.

And now the St. Paulante Empire is not without its pillars.

That's what they believe in -

The Helsalem Papal Hall, the most magnificent and important building in the Theocracy of Saint Paulant, is the venue for today's coronation ceremony.

After days of diligent cleaning and repair, the scars left by the battle have been completely erased, and the Papal Hall has once again shown its former glory.

Outside the hall, the priests wearing white cloaks trimmed with blue had already lined up, all in order and majestic.

The leading paladin held high the Saint Paulante flag embroidered with the unicorn coat of arms and fluttered in the wind.

Before the ceremony officially started, there were already huge crowds of people stretching from the square in front of the Pope's Hall to the streets several kilometers away.

Thousands of people came from all directions, crowding the square to capacity, just to witness this historical moment.

In the center of the square stands a circular high platform, covered with a bright red carpet, surrounded by three rows of white marble columns, wrapped with purple and green ribbons. In the center stands a statue of the Moon Goddess, holding a staff and wearing tulle. Knights standing tall on both sides of the stairs in front of the high platform stood ready.

They were wearing silver armor, with blue feathers fluttering on the top of their helmets, and the spears in their hands shone with cold light, like an indestructible steel city wall. The church's orchestra was located under the steps, ready to play celebratory music at any time.

Until the hour hand of the Hershalem clock tower points to twelve noon.

The bells rang together and cheerful music suddenly sounded.

Accompanied by the melodious melody, the team of bishops walked out of the Pope's Hall in a mighty manner. Under the attention of everyone, they slowly walked towards the high platform surrounded by Sigre in gorgeous clothes.

She is tall and tall, with long light-colored hair spread around her waist. Her eyes are like stars shining in the night sky or violets blooming in spring. Her careerist aura is as strong as the queen of this earth— —

The moment they saw her, many ordinary citizens couldn't help but be shocked.

"Her aura is completely different from that of the old pope."

Anyone can see that she is not content with controlling what is in front of her, but wants to conquer everything in sight.

"She is much sharper than the conservative old pope. She seems to really want to go all the way south to conquer the world. You will be afraid of her on a biological level."

"In the legend, Saint Sigre is a powerful but gentle woman. Why do you think she is more pope than the pope?"

"Otherwise, what kind of person do you think he is, who can drive the old pope out of office..."

The citizens on the far side were talking quietly.

But they couldn't see that there was a hint of loneliness in Sigre's eyes.

"You can't share this beauty with me."

Sigre looked at this grand occasion and murmured in silent words.

She still remembered that when Lan Qi abducted the Holy Son to her library for the first time, Lan Qi wanted to take her with him to sneak into the branch of Nirvana, so he asked her. When she reached the heights, she found that she was always alone, with no one to share with her. As she spoke, the lonely harsh winter made her tremble. What on earth did she want to do in the heights?

She did not admit that after finishing her busy work, she could only appreciate her collection alone. No matter what achievements she had achieved, no one could share this joy with her.

At that time, I was vaguely aroused by that kid, and then I got out of control. When I came back to my senses, I already understood the reason for standing on the high ground.

"well."

It was nice to experience the ceremony of reaching the top, but without Lan Qi accompanying her, she didn't know what the meaning was.

She loves the country, but she loves beauty even more.

It is better to marry Lan Qi first.

Then you have to plan to go to Wilford's house to meet the parents after returning to the living world.

But there's no rush, let's meet the Holy Son first and give him a surprise reunion.

Lan Qi must have never dreamed that Archbishop Sigrid, who had just bid farewell to her in the shadow world, would see her again in the real world in a while.

"I heard... that the dimensional branch has a spell that can directly teleport over long distances. However, the farther the teleportation distance is, the greater the mana consumption of targets with higher teleportation levels... I really want to see the Holy Son as soon as I return to the world."

Sigrid sighed inwardly.

If the Holy Son came out of the Shadow World, he would suddenly hear a knock on the door as soon as he returned home and sat down.

When you open the door again, you can see her leaning on her luggage.

How romantic that is.

The information, navigation and passport for her trip to the southern continent were basically provided by the dimensional branch to provide her with one-stop services.

As for the most high-end space teleportation, there is basically no need to think about it.

It's not about money.

The amount of mana required to teleport her to the eighth level of the Supreme Catholic Church over a long distance is too great. Even the Dimension Bishop, the only space mage who can do it, will directly lose his ability to fight after using such a teleportation spell. The cunning Togliado can't help but He would be stupid enough to drain his mana to the bottom in front of another cardinal.

The dreaming time ended, and Sigrid's thoughts were brought back to reality by the shaking sound of Helsalem.

Behind her, the double giant doors of the Pope's Hall opened, and the afternoon sun filtered through the rose windows, casting variegated light and shadow on the red carpet paved on the ground, like a road leading to heaven.

Bells rang, cheers surged, and the people welcomed their new pope from the bottom of their hearts.

Sigre smiled and waved to the crowd, thanking her people for their support.

The world in this era is too short to look at.

she thought.

"Glory to the Goddess! Praise be to our Pope!"

The Temple Knights quickly formed a tight human wall around the dais to ensure that the coronation ceremony went smoothly.

The bishops in white robes followed closely behind. They saluted Sigre respectfully and then lined up neatly on the right side of the steps, indicating that the Holy See of Saint Paulant would be united to assist the new pope in governing the country.

Accompanying Sigre's steps, hymns echoed over the square.

Sigre slowly walked onto the high platform, and the calls of the people below the stage intertwined into an exciting movement.

Arriving on the high platform, Sigre slightly raised her right hand to signal the people to be quiet.

The square gradually became silent, and everyone was waiting with bated breath, looking forward to the coronation speech of the new pope.

“Dear people of St. Paulant, today, in the name of the goddess of destiny and all the people, I swear here that I will do my best, with a sincere heart and a fiery soul, to inherit the will of the first pope and lead the country to a better future. A bright future.”

Sigre spoke slowly, her voice sonorous and powerful.

"After all kinds of hardships, we finally ushered in the dawn of new life. But the real test may have just begun. Let us move forward hand in hand, carry forward the legacy of our ancestors, and create a better tomorrow for St. Paulante!"

He said this on his lips.

She was actually thinking that the Holy Son should have done this for her.

The Holy Son is better at speaking.

Previously, in the Northern Continent, she liked to leave these matters to the Son to come forward most of the time, and she supported him from behind.

Sure enough, even if they get married, they are a match made in heaven and a perfect partner in their careers.

The oath fell, and the applause was like thunder and the cheers were like waves.

"Long live Sigre Saint Anastasius!"

"Long live Saint Paulante!"

Screams gathered into an overwhelming torrent, countless flowers and ribbons were flying like butterflies, bells were ringing loudly, hymns were flying, and the light beams under the colorful glass windows gave the solemn hall a dreamy color.

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

Sigre's voice resounded through the sky, every word was sonorous,

"The catastrophe is about to pass, dawn is about to come, and this suffering country will surely move towards a more brilliant tomorrow."

Amidst deafening cheers, thousands of white doves flapped their wings and flew into the blue sky, turning into white clouds and soaring in the golden afternoon sun.

The festival makes time fly.

Until it ends successfully, the sunset gradually sinks into the horizon, and everything is enveloped in a rose-colored sunset.

The bustle of the bustling Helsare gradually faded away, and Sigre, the new pope of St. Paulant, returned to her throne room.

Behind the heavy oak door is a splendid scene. The murals of the St. Paulante Church with its towering dome have been recast, and the walls are also inlaid with emeralds and amethysts in colors selected by the new pope himself.

"I've done all the work I need to do. I'm really a holy son who can call the bishop."

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

Sigrid sat on the throne, gently closing her eyes and praying silently in her heart.

"Come on, the rest is up to you."

Maybe from now on she would never have nightmares about this era again.

That must have been Lan Qi who brought her to an end.

…

Hours passed, on the other side.

Southern Horning Empire.

capital.

St. Trike.

On a night shrouded in thick fog, the blood-red moon over the city illuminated the ancient and beautiful Holy City below.

The outline of the building complex is looming in the night, and the moonlight tower spire and spiral stone tower cast long shadows by the moonlight.

The curtains of the carriage were tightly closed while driving on the cobbled streets, and there were faint shadows of people moving inside the carriage. The closed shops and closed windows on both sides of the street made the air a little quiet and uneasy.

Viewed from a thousand meters in the air.

The golden fireflies are like bright spots of light reflecting on the mirror of the city.

And this high place where you can overlook St. Trinq at night seems to be the eye of a typhoon.

Their figures streaked across the night sky in St. Trinq, like a few shooting stars.

The surrounding clouds and mist were like silk, passing by them. Every time they passed through the clouds, the city lights below seemed like countless stars reflected on the ground, paving a shining path for landing.

They fell from the sky, and as they continued to approach the ground, the city became clearer and clearer. They were surrounded by an endless night scene, the twinkling stars turned into pearls scattered on the dark ribbon, and the blood moon exuded Red light shines on them.

After a long time.

boom! !

On the streets late at night, when the shadows falling from the sky landed one after another, the movements that were made one after another turned into sudden vibrations that echoed in the lively streets.

The wide pavement of the street left deep marks due to the impact of their landing, and the surrounding air was filled with a slight tremor amid the flying dust.

The sudden noise quickly attracted the attention of passers-by in St. Trinq.

This area is adjacent to the South Bank and can be considered quite prosperous.

Originally, landing from a high altitude was a dangerous act, but these mysterious figures seemed to have bad intentions.

There were few people on the streets.

"What is that..."

When citizens saw the figure falling from the sky, an instinctive feeling of danger arose spontaneously.

"It's the demons! The demons have come to St. Trike!"

People instinctively sensed something was wrong and ran away in fear, shouting loudly for the St. Trike guards.

This group of uninvited guests were shrouded in black cloaks, their faces hidden in the shadow of the hood, only their eyes shining with cold light were exposed.

The leading man in black robe looked at the city silently.

It's obviously the first time I've arrived at this decisive battle place in the Blood Moon Bad World, but it feels like I've seen it many times before.

[Mission Objective 1: Read the letter from my old friend Kaliera; go to the demonic purgatory city of Pascual \u0026 protect the little spark left by Kaliera; understand the Mirror of Tiberius; give the Blood Moon a bad world Times write the ending. (Finish)】

[Mission Objective 2: Understand the state of mind of Lancross of the Black Sun: 49.32%. (Finish)】

[Mission Objective 3: All challengers survive until the end of the 21-day time limit, with the remaining time being 0 days, 00 hours and 41 minutes. 】

As shown in Shadow World's mission information, they have less than an hour left.

Since Lan Qi's departure time in the Shadow World was later than the three simulations, and more than half a day later than the last simulation, he had all the big demons help him annihilate the province and rush to Santeri at full speed. Gram, it's almost coming to an end.

But that's enough time.

With three simulation experiences, Lan Qi was already familiar with the distance and time planning, and they were all within his estimate.

"Destroy this castle?"

On the dark city road, Lan Qi was accompanied by several companions wearing black cloaks, exuding violent magic, like demons coming to collect debts.

"No, we'll be entertained soon."

Lan Qi replied, his indifferent eyes seemed to be looking far away.

"To be honest, the killings of the Horning people along the way made me a little scared."

The scorpion-tailed witch Melogas, who was leading by his side, laughed to herself.

She has a graceful figure, and under the black cloak, the curves outlined by the tight leather jacket can be seen like a tight bowstring, and her tail can shoot deadly poisonous arrows at any time.

The blasphemous Lord Melogas has never killed the Hornings like this even during the war.

The killing of hundreds of millions of people really made her see the world.

The Pope allowed them to massacre wantonly and indiscriminately starting from the south. Even as demons, they were a little panicked. Will they really not be punished by the goddess of fate for doing so?

"I promise, you are all my familiars now, and all the merits will be credited to the messenger. You don't need to have any psychological burden."

Lan Qi promised these big demons,

"The outside world is corrupt, and the so-called 'predation' and 'cruelty' are all lies they have spun. Only we have the real revelation, because we know the truth of love."

He explained to the big demons with a kind face.

"Qing Hei Ri, it's such a pity that you can't continue to work with us in the demon world. You are the true cruelty and coldness, the example of our generation."

Several figures all smiled and praised.

"...?"

Only Melogas felt something was wrong after listening to Lanqi's words.

She observed Lan Qi, her poisonous scorpion-like eyes seemed to be able to penetrate his heart. The haze purple lip gloss looked particularly alluring in the darkness. She licked her lips gently, her movements were alluring but difficult to hide. Cruel to the core.

What Melogas didn't expect was that the Pope didn't think this was deducting merit, but adding merit?

As expected, this lunatic was very special. In front of the Pope, Melogas felt like a normal devil.

"Hey, Pope."

She touched the pope with the light whip of her scorpion tail.

"Merogas, what's wrong?"

Lan Qi looked back at her.

"I said, after the killing of Horning's capital is over, you won't be able to go back to the Theocracy of Saint Paulant anyway. Should you consider coming to Naika..."

At this moment, a sudden red light enveloped them, and the dazzling red light illuminated the faces of each figure in the darkness.

Before Melogas could finish his words, the space gravity of the barrier on the ground appeared out of thin air, bursting out with dazzling fire and deafening roar, engulfing them.

Before Lan Qi and the big demons could react, they felt a force of gravity coming on them, and they fell suddenly!

The space is distorted and deformed, sometimes extending and sometimes compressing, and the sound of hunting wind is whistling in the ears, as if thousands of evil ghosts are roaring and hissing.

The surrounding scenes quickly fell upwards, and countless colorful colors suddenly appeared in the originally pitch-black void, rotating and changing like a kaleidoscope.

Buildings are like Rubik's cubes embedded in the night, constantly passing by, some upside down, some tilted, completely ignoring the laws of gravity.

Gorgeous wooden buildings intersect with castle-like stone walls, shining with bright and scarlet light, forming a twisted and strange world.

"pope!"

Melogas' voice sounded particularly sharp and harsh in the wind, and he stretched out his hand to the Pope, trying hard to reach him.

She was the big demon closest to the Pope when she fell into the barrier. The other big demons had actually disappeared without a trace at this moment.

"Merogas, don't worry."

Ranch shouted in response.

There is no absolutely powerful enchantment barrier in Blood Moon City. They are only scattered due to passing through different space enchantments when falling. If there are no other vampires blocking the big demon clan, it won't take long for them to reunite.

Due to the large number of intruders this time, Blood Moon City changed into a battle mode against the enemy instead of the last siege mode.

The ancestors of the Blood Clan can take full advantage of Blood Moon City's home defense advantage by spreading out the enemies, sending the enemies to a more suitable opponent's home court and defeating them one by one.

Unless only one enemy breaks in rashly, they will all gather together to surround and kill the enemy.

The planner must be the seventh ancestor Harrithir.

As a blood race astrologer, she will match the big demons who have fallen into Blood Moon City to different branch halls, where they will be fought by the blood race marquis.

The entrance to Blood Moon City is on the west side, with the Blood Palace in the center, and the other directions in the southeast, north and south are branch palaces commanded by the Blood Marquis.

The weak Pope Saint Paulant will be sent to the most dangerous Blood Palace to face off against the third ancestor Rashar.

"You must win! Only I can take your head!"

Melogas shouted, giving Lanci a lame victory blessing.

Her scorpion tail still instinctively wanted to hook Lan Qi's clothes, but the gravity in the barrier was in chaos, and the space that could distort everything separated the two of them instantly, like two fallen leaves blown away by the strong wind.

They disappeared from each other's sight.

"Thank you, Melogas."

Lanci continued to fall alone.

The buildings around him were getting denser and denser, and cities hanging upside down were pressing towards him.

"Your Majesty the Pope, why are you here?"

The joking voice echoed around, like the declaration of a god.

This voice was too familiar to Lan Qi. He had heard it so many times in the Mirror of Tiberius that he even missed it a little.

"Why, you don't welcome me?"

The black-robed pope hung upside down, pressed his silver mask on his face, and fell freely towards the Blood Palace.

He has taken off his disguise and is ready to fight.

Think of it as a preview of the battle to attack Bloodmoon City in the Creation Empire.

Although it is impossible to find such a luxurious teammate lineup of great demon generals in the modern world, and since the Creation Empire is at its peak in this world, perhaps this world is the real difficulty mode of Blood Moon City.

But in front of him, Lan Qi was already familiar with the declining Blood Moon City at the end of the Blood Moon Bad Age.

"Haha, of course you are welcome, but I wonder if the Pope will be able to be as aggressive as he is now."

The ancestor's voice sounded like a phantom in the darkness.

Suddenly, a magnificent sliding door opened in front of him.

Lan Qi passed through without hesitation, and the fall began to slow down.

This is it.

The final place in the Blood Moon Bad World, the Blood Palace.

He looked around, and when his feet finally touched the ground, he saw that he was slowly landing in the center of a circular square.

The square is paved with black and white marble and has thirteen stone pillars that are 100 meters high.

Joking voices echoed around -

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

The sound came from the bottomless fog at the edge of the square.

The figure walked out slowly, wearing a pure black velvet dress with the golden emblem of the Horning noble family embroidered on the skirt.

He looked to be only twelve or thirteen years old, with skin as fair as porcelain and soft brown hair hanging down to his shoulders.

"I really didn't expect you to come here. I have lived peacefully in the Huoning Empire for so many years."

The third ancestor, Duke Rashal, showed a playful smile and spoke in a relaxed tone, reminiscing with an old friend.

But his eyes were full of sarcasm and disdain, mocking Lan Qi's stupidity and ignorance.

"However, since you are here, let us have a good chat, the Pope of St. Paulante."

Rashal gracefully performed an ancient aristocratic salute, put his right hand on his chest, took a step back with his left foot, and leaned forward slightly, as if saluting a distinguished guest.

"Rashar, are you still in the mood to chat with me?"

Lan Qi stood alone in the center of the square and asked the third ancestor Rashal.

He knew that it was undoubtedly ironic for Rashael to use the courtesy of the Horning Empire to entertain Lanclos, a Horning man who had been deprived of his homeland.

"Otherwise? Do you want me to kill you with my own hands until you are only about...sixth level, or do you want me to just wait for the last minute of your life to run out and then feel your own powerlessness?"

Rashal's tone was still so gentle,

"To be honest, I can't bear to fight you."

Rashal narrowed his eyes and opened his hands.

But there was a hint of arrogance and unruliness in his movements.

That was the declaration of an absolute winner.

The three blood marquises and the palaces in the north, south, and south are all operating normally. He will even be blessed by the blood palace's ultra-high damage reduction. Even if the pope has some backup and can fight to the death for a short time, he will not be threatened.

"Rashar, why does your true king not want you?"

Lan Qi looked at the third ancestor Rashal with concern, paying no attention to what Rashal was saying, and asked indifferently.

"...?"

In an instant, the blood vessels near Rashal's temple began to twitch.

Veins popped out on his forehead.

"……What did you say?"

Rashal's red eyes gradually turned ferocious, and then almost crazy, he asked one word at a time.

"You are not abandoned losers, are you?"

Lan Qi stared at the third ancestor Rashal in confusion and asked sincerely.

"Lancros, you are seeking death!!!"

Rashal shouted at the top of his lungs.

His bulging palm controlled the blood mist, and countless crimson tentacles stretched out from the mist, sweeping towards Ranchi like poisonous snakes, trying to drag the withered bones in the tomb of Pope Saint Paulante into the abyss of blood that would never be restored!

…

On the south side of Blood Moon City, dozens of kilometers away.

The Temple of Annihilation controlled by the eighth ancestor Somerset.

The battle between the Blood Marquis and the Great Demon Clan has broken out.

This palace is like a boundless arena, surrounded by pitch-black rocks. The bright red gems on the rock walls shine with a strange light in the dim light.

The blood gems are engraved with the blood and bones of those who were defeated by the eighth ancestor Marquis Somerset, and the air is filled with the suffocating smell of blood.

The open battlefield in the center of the hall is covered with winding cracks, and bright red magma seeps out of the cracks. It flows on the ground, and the earth is also trembling for this battle.

The two great demons were facing each other, facing each other in an encounter with the eighth ancestor of the vampire clan, the Marquis Somerset.

"Be careful, the terrain of the Temple of Annihilation can make him hide his whereabouts."

Mercury Qing Mixio's skin is silver, like a liquid metal life, but she has a normal demon female body.

She is good at alchemy and healing, standing in front of the Skeleton Lord Damengate, always on guard against the Marquis Somerset, the eighth ancestor, who may surprise him from any direction.

Behind her, Lord Skeleton Damengate is slender, wearing a black dress with silver cracks embroidered on the hem. His black hair is as smooth as satin, gently fluttering in the wind in the hall, and the bones under the goat's horns are like It clung to his cheek like a mask.

"Mixio, just take care of yourself. You don't have to block it for me."

Skeleton Lord Damengate has a handsome and cold face, conveying the thoughts of the demons to Mercurial Lord Mysio, his eyes glancing at the dim surroundings and the vampire ancestor who is good at sneak attacks.

Although Mercury Queen Migio can liquefy her to resist many physical attacks and give her excessive vitality, they are both demon civil servants after all, and Mercury Queen Micio will also lose her combat ability.

At the moment when the wind came, Skeleton Lord Damengate raised his palm, and the summons of the undead suddenly began to revive in the black mist on the ground. The whole army formed an array, and the magic power of Mercy Lord Mysio also wrapped around the skeleton. The Legion, composed of the mercury flesh and blood of the undead, blocked the fist of the eighth ancestor, Marquis Somerset, and rushed toward him crazily.

"You obviously have the strength of a general, but you want to carry out a sneak attack."

The Lord of Bones looked at Somerset, the eighth ancestor, as if he were looking at trash.

In front of them, one of the most powerful warriors of the Blood Tribe, the Marquis of Somerset, was blocked by the skeleton army.

He was tall and burly, nearly two meters tall, and his muscles were as hard as fine iron.

"Haha, only the winner deserves to speak."

The eighth ancestor Somerset's fists penetrated and were covered with raised meridians.

Each of his punches carried tremendous power, and the red light and shadow along with the sonic boom blasted away the mercury undead army summoned by the two great demon clan ministers.

"Ugh!"

Faced with such a terrifying opponent, the pressure on Merciful Lord Mysio and Skeleton Lord Damengate began to double.

For the time being, they were able to guard against the attack pattern of the eighth ancestor, the Marquis of Somerset, based on the intelligence given to them by Lord Black Sun before the war.

But even so, it would be difficult for the two of them, who were more auxiliary civil servants, to confront the eighth ancestor, the Marquis of Somerset, head-on.

If Somerset succeeds in a sneak attack, it will be even worse than can be imagined.

After falling into Blood Moon City, their civil servants should have cooperated with the general to achieve the strongest combat effect.

Naturally, the ancestor of the blood clan would not let them get their wish.

The space barrier sent the two civil servants to the Hall of Annihilation, where they faced off against the eighth ancestor of the legal profession, the Marquis Somerset, who was the most difficult to deal with.

Mercury Lord Misio separated her magic power, and blue light shot out from her fingertips, covering the skeletons summoned by Skeleton Lord Damongate, providing continuous treatment and protection for the summoned creatures.

Skeleton Lord Damongate could hardly hold out for too long under Somerset's attack.

Damongate sprinkled pieces of undead magic power on the ground with a solemn look.

The corpse gas permeated the ground, as if it could connect the space channel to the abyss of hell at any time, swallowing up everything around it, and even light could not escape, like a black hole.

For creatures below the seventh level, once they are swallowed, they will probably only be left with bones in the next second.

Even though it continued to corrode the eighth ancestor Somerset, it could not cause substantial damage to the immortal. He used his own regenerative power to resist the corpse gas and approached Skeleton Lord Damongate.

"Weak, too weak!"

The eighth ancestor Somerset Marquis laughed up to the sky, and the sound echoed in the Hall of Extinction like thunder.

He suddenly leaped forward, so fast that it was almost impossible to catch with the naked eye.

The next second, he appeared in front of Mercury Lord Michio and punched her in the face.

Mercury Lord Michio instinctively summoned magic to resist, and Skeleton Lord Damongate's skeleton shield also unfolded in front of her.

But Somerset's fist seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, easily shattering the shield and hitting Mercury Lord Michio heavily.

Mercury Lord Michio only felt a huge force coming, and his whole body was blown apart, turning into mercury that was split and scattered.

Seeing this, Skeleton Lord Damongate immediately summoned the Abyss Chain to restrict the actions of the eighth ancestor Marquis Somerset, giving Mercury Lord Michio time to gather.

In less than a blink of an eye, the Mercury Lords scattered by Xingliyu initially gathered into several small Mercury Lords, and launched a counterattack against Marquis Somerset, and a series of silver needles instantly pierced him.

"Interesting, it seems I can still play with you for a while."

Somerset narrowed his eyes when he saw Mercury Lord Michio could still stand up.

This is a sure win.

Not ending so soon, but it makes him more happy.

All enjoyment.

As soon as the voice fell, the figure of the eighth ancestor Somerset Marquis disappeared again, and the next moment he appeared behind Skeleton Lord Damongate.

His fist hit Damongate's back, Damongate only felt a strong wind coming, and the emergency summons could not stop the attack, and he was smashed like a cannonball to the cliff of the Temple of Extinction and sank deeply.

"Damongate!"

Mercury Lord Michio screamed and quickly cast a protective magic.

But the eighth ancestor Somerset's pursuit was too fast, and Skeleton Lord Damongate stood up despite the severe pain. Before he could launch a counterattack, he saw the eighth ancestor Somerset coming in front of him.

...

At this time, on the east side of Blood Moon City.

Another fierce battle was also taking place in the Chehan Palace guarded by the seventh ancestor, Marquis Helitiel.

The palace was located on a frozen lake, with cold winds blowing all around and ice crystals flying in the air.

The ice on the lake was several meters thick, and the surface was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the silhouette of the palace.

Under the ice, there were countless undercurrents that could drag intruders into the abyss at the bottom of the lake at any time.

The palace itself was a bloody ice sculpture, with a vast space dotted with crystal clear icicles, the outer circle was like a sharp spear, and the inner circle was like an elegant butterfly.

"Get out of my way, Marquis Helitiel!!"

Lord Merogas of Blasphemy kept waving her metal claws, leaving afterimages in the air, trying to pierce Helitiel's body with her scorpion tail and suck her blood dry.

"..."

The seventh ancestor Helitiel simply remained in a virtual state, raised the black staff, and drew a star map in the air.

She ignored the anger of Lord Merogas, the Blasphemer, and did not confront him head-on, only aiming to hold her back.

The more anxious Merogas was, the more flaws he would have.

The star map began to rotate slowly, and stars flew out of it, surrounding Lord Merogas, the Blasphemer.

Whenever Merogas' scorpion tail swung, the stars would automatically adjust their positions, guiding Helithir to the best dodge route, while breaking Merogas' balance.

And when the needle tip of Merogas' scorpion tail attacked, the stars would release dazzling light to offset all the venom of the scorpion tail.

"Obviously, obviously I should be by his side, let him see my power!"

Lord Merogas, the Blasphemer, could not help but roar when he saw his attacks fail again and again.

Her eyes exuded crazy killing intent, and her speed became faster and faster, almost turning into a purple poisonous shadow.

"Shouldn't you want to kill the Pope? Why are you so anxious to protect him?"

Helithir's expression was cold.

Although her divination power is strong, the mana consumption is also very high.

It is more difficult to hold back Merogas than expected.

And Merogas should not be frantic. Only when his emotions are extreme can Merogas become stronger.

"He is my prey, and I am his prey. Before we kill each other, you vampires are not allowed to disturb us!!"

Lord Merogas screamed, and the scorpion tail attacked as if it cut through the space, and it went straight to Heliti's heart at a too fast speed.

Heliti'er waved his staff, and the silver light flashed, knocking the scorpion tail away.

But at this moment, Merogas's claws also stabbed from the other direction, as fast as a meteor.

Heliti'er only felt a chill on her shoulder, and when she looked down, a piece of flesh on her shoulder had been grabbed by Lord Desecration.

Blood gushed out from the wound, instantly dyeing her skirt red, and she retreated immediately.

"The taste of the blood race is really good, of course, maybe you are simply sweeter."

Merogas put his hand into his mouth and sipped it, swallowing the flesh and blood of Helitiel, as if only in this way could she relieve her hatred,

"After enjoying your flesh and blood, I have to give you some body fluids, so that we can balance our nutrition, so that it can be regarded as a courtesy."

Lord of Blasphemy Merogas shook her scorpion tail, and the dark purple venom on the tip of the needle was about to drip.

"If possible, I really don't want to fight against something like you."

Heritiel endured the severe pain from the wound and the nausea in her heart, and raised the black staff again.

Fighting with the demon regent Merogas not only faces the strongest pressure of the demon race today, but also feels physically uncomfortable because of the endless desire and lewdness of this opponent.

The seventh ancestor also knew that he could not defeat Lord of Blasphemy Merogas in a head-on battle.

Her mission was to hold Merogas back in the Chehan Palace, and give the advantage to the Annihilation Palace, the Soul Palace, and the most critical Blood Palace.

The seventh ancestor Helitiel waved his staff, and the walls of the palace suddenly began to move. Countless ice pillars protruded from the ground and walls, and the ice cone array kept changing positions, covering Merogas.

"I'm not in the mood to fight you now! Get out of here if you know!"

Merogas sneered and swung his scorpion tail. The purple magic cannon surrounded by the electric cocoon burst out from the scorpion tail, instantly smashing the ice cone array.

But at this time, the ground suddenly cracked, and cold air gushed out from the cracks, instantly wrapping Merogas.

Merogas felt as if she was cut by countless sharp ice knives, and the cold was piercing, and even her bones were shaking.

Her movements gradually became slow, as if she was frozen.

Seeing Merogas's frozen state, Helitiel knew that the defense mechanism of Blood Moon City had taken effect.

She forced herself to stand up. The blood moon on the dome of the Chehan Palace emitted a soft blood light, covering Heliti'er.

Under the shining of the blood moon, Heliti'er's magic power began to recover, and her face gradually regained its color.

…

On the north side of the Blood Moon City, the Soul Palace, this place has become a Shura battlefield.

In the dark hall, countless wandering souls were wailing and groaning, the walls were covered with rusty chains and shackles, and the ground was scattered with white bones.

Outside the hall, there was a barren land, covered with charred cracks, as if the earth could not bear the resentment here.

The black in the sky obscured all the light, and there was only a blood-red moon, which turned into an evil eye, looking down on the world.

The hall itself was a tomb, the walls and the ground were made of black stones, carved with twisted faces, and the blood-red ghost fires around flickered in the darkness.

In the center of the hall, the altar exuded a strange purple light. An iron bell was hung in the center of several black stone pillars surrounding it. The bell was covered with rust and cracks. Every time it was struck, the invader would be weakened by half.

In this soul hall, the ninth ancestor, Marquis Bernhard, and Lord Wanwei, Ogrin, fought a desperate battle.

Lord Wanwei, Ogrin, a demon swordsman wearing chainmail light armor and carrying dozens of weapons, specialized in slashing attributes and added other characteristics through weapons.

"General Ogrin, let's see who has more skills. I have long wanted to experience the strength of the current commander of the first group army of the demon clan!"

When the ninth ancestor, Marquis Bernhard, transformed into a monster with eyeballs all over his body, the entire soul hall began to shake, the ground began to crack, and the stones on the wall fell off.

Countless ghosts emerged from the ground and the wall, screaming miserably and hovering over the hall.

The runes on the altar became brighter, and purple lightning flashed through them, crackling in the air. The stone pillars around the altar began to shake, and the chains wrapped around them rustled, making a harsh sound.

"The power gained by devouring others will not belong to you after all."

The demon swordsman Ogrin drew a translucent dagger from his waist.

Every time he swung the blade, it seemed to tear the space apart. Where the blade passed, reality almost cracked, and countless distorted scenes could be seen, like a broken mirror.

No matter how the ninth ancestor Bernhard's Senluo undead rushed towards Wan Weiqing, Wan Wei's sword energy blew them away completely, and could not hurt Wan Weiqing at all.

"Lord Wanwei! In my opinion, you ascetics are the most stupid. Give me your power."

The dense eyeballs all over the body of the Ninth Ancestor Marquis Bernhard were constantly turning. He opened his arms, and countless wandering souls poured out from his body and condensed, turning into a huge mouth and rushing towards the great demon general Wanwei Lord Ogrin.

"My power, how can you bear it?"

The weapon in the hand of Wanwei Lord Ogrin has become a hammer, silver-white, and the tip of the hammer is flashing with lightning.

Facing Bernhard's dozens of pairs of demon eyes, he did not waver. The blunt weapon just swung towards the center, and the lightning splashed.

Every thunder can defeat the earth.

The Ninth Ancestor Marquis Bernhard had to slow down his offensive in a state of paralysis and dizziness to deal with the fatal counterattack that Wanwei Lord might come at any time.

But the Ninth Ancestor Bernhard had endless innate spells to use. Soon he summoned several giant eyes in the sky again, and the cross-falling rays surrounded Ogrin.

Lord Wanwei Ogrin put the blunt weapon of thunder back to his waist and drew out a red sword. His skin turned deep red and his body seemed to be set on fire by the sword.

The flame on the sword in his hand also became extremely fluttering, and the blade flashed with a blazing red light, as if it was forged by flames.

Wanwei Qing Ogrin swung the sword, bringing a burst of heat, and raised several kilometers of dust and gravel into black ash.

His attack was like dancing, but it burst out with unimaginable destructive power.

The ninth ancestor Bernhard dodged Ogrin's attack, his eyes quickly turned around him, constantly looking for opportunities to attack. Whenever Wanwei Qing Ogrin was found by him, the ninth ancestor Bernhard would use his eyes to shoot corrosive light rain to attack Wanwei Qing's vitals, but they were all blocked by Wanwei Qing again and again.

"Ogryn, do you feel that you are getting weaker?"

Bernhard laughed wildly and suddenly opened his bloody mouth.

"Don't forget that this is my home Soul Palace."

Countless black tentacles stretched out from the mouth of the ninth ancestor, Marquis Bernhard, and entangled with Wanwei Lord Ogryn like octopus tentacles. Each tentacle was covered with suction cups and barbs, emitting a foul and rotten smell.

Ogryn swung the Silver Moon Scimitar to cut off several tentacles, but more tentacles wrapped around him, scratched through his chainmail, and madly absorbed Ogryn's blood and vitality.

"So what? Can't I kill you in your home?"

Wanwei Lord Ogryn was finally hit by the ninth ancestor, Marquis Bernhard, and the wounds on his body that fester in an instant continued to bleed.

But he didn't feel any pain, and frowned. He knew that if the characteristics of the ninth ancestor, Marquis Bernhard, were delayed for too long, it would be very disadvantageous to him.

He must end the battle as soon as possible.

"Haha, no matter what, this is not the main battlefield to decide the final victory or defeat."

The ninth ancestor Bernhard saw the state of Lord Wanwei Ogrin and showed a cruel smile.

He knew that if he delayed for a while, Ogrin would completely become his prey and become his eternal slave.

As long as the weak Pope Saint Polante was defeated by the third ancestor Duke Lachar, everything would be settled.

…

The central square of Blood Moon City.

The Blood King's divine fire spread from the Blood King's Palace, but it could not attack the White Robe Pope at all.

Before he came here, he had already drunk a mouthful of wolf blood with violent vitality. Like the protection of the Moon Goddess, he turned into a wolf shadow to dispel the Blood King's divine fire for him, so that he would not be attacked by the flames.

Perhaps the Wolf Witch would have a more targeted way to protect the Blood King's divine fire, but the wolf warriors almost did not know magic. If they wanted to use the power of high-level wolf warriors to resist the Blood King's divine fire, the only way was to drink it directly.

From the moment he made his move, Lachar wanted to kill the Pope and torture Pope Saint Polante to death.

Thousands of black mists poured out from the Blood King's Palace, circling in the air as if they had life. In the center of the vortex, dark red lightning crackled, illuminating Lachar's cold face.

"..."

Faced with Lachar's attack, Lanqi was not moved at all. He was enveloped by the storm and was absolutely immune to Lachar's ninth-level magic attack.

He was wearing the Pope's holy robes, and his silver-white mask reflected dazzling light.

In the state of Talia's possession, he could probably exert a strength slightly stronger than the seventh level.

But it was still too weak in front of the third ancestor Lachar.

Lachar's eyes were like two black holes, bottomless, exuding endless evil and madness.

"Pope, is this all the strength you have left?"

The corners of his mouth curled up, as if mocking Lanklos's powerlessness.

Sure enough, the Pope still had some means to temporarily regain his glory.

But he believed that the Pope would not be able to use this defensive method many times.

And there would be many more ninth-level magic attacks to come!

He could not think of any possibility that the lonely Pope Saint Polante could turn the tables.

"Lachar, have you heard the story of the legendary sealer Asksan?"

When Lanqi was about to lose soon after entering the Blood King Palace, he still did not burst out any of the Pope's power, but just muttered to himself.

"Inexplicable!"

Lachar could not understand what riddle Pope Saint Polante was talking about.

The Pope's aura was still low, and he could not see the invincible appearance of Pope Saint Polante at all. The defensive barrier around him quickly disintegrated, and it looked like the defeat was inevitable.

But at this moment, the four magic cards in Lanqi's sleeves also dissipated with the wind.

In the Blood King Palace Square, thunder and wind rose!

In the void behind him, four thunders that reached the sky lit up, and the next moment, everything could come.

The orange light was dazzling and turned into the first ray of light at dawn. The ancient contract was awakened, and unparalleled power was born in the darkness.

In the black fog and thunderstorm, the true bodies of the four great demons descended.

In the black fog, they looked like living beings and phantoms. The phantoms were extremely tall and terrifying. Only the eyes looking at the third ancestor Lachar were particularly clear and full of contempt.

They were all evil.

But they came from a purer source of evil.

The four great demons appeared out of thin air, and Lanqi behind them looked down at Duke Lachar as if he was standing in front of the throne.

The blood mist was blocked by ice walls, and the compound barrier covering it caused the blood mist to shrink. The anti-mage's reverse operation was like an invisible net, entangled in Lachar's magic, deconstructing it layer by layer, turning it into invisible, and finally the embers were swallowed by the abyss magic.

Although Lachar's offensive was fierce, it was successfully resolved under the joint resistance of the four nobles.

Every step is the most correct choice.

The commander of the four demons analyzed the situation instantly and distributed the instructions to the other three demons.

They stood in front of Pope Saint Polante in different postures, ready to fight the third ancestor, Duke Lachar.

"Sinora, do you still need to close your eyes? Our Pope is wearing a mask."

The Truth Lord Pranay, who was finally awakened, was wearing a well-cut demon world dress. The silver-gray pocket watch in his hand shone with a soft luster, and he looked at his sister beside him.

"Little boys are the most disgusting."

The Lawbreaker Lord Sinora closed his eyes slightly, perhaps thinking, and did not hide his disgust for the blood clan ancestor.

"What if that black-haired and green-eyed Heng Heng turned into a child? Would you want to commit a crime?"

The Guardian Lord Antanas had a striking burgundy short hair, and joked with Sinora in a lively and pretty way.

Antanas was wearing a tight leather hunting suit as usual today, paired with knee-high boots.

Being sealed as a magic card made her feel bored.

"Uh..."

Sinora hesitated.

She believed that she, who was brought up in a famous family in the demon world, could only watch from a distance without playing, but she was afraid that Talia would commit a crime in the name of tutoring.

Sinora had already discovered that Talia's self-control was worse than they imagined.

"..."

The eyes of the Ice Lord Artemis were as light as ice blue, staring at the enemy Duke Lachar, and did not participate in the chat of the other three great demons.

She was the only one who was more serious.

She didn't understand why these three old friends felt relaxed.

After all, they were in front of a hidden ultimate enemy in the shadow world, whose strength was far beyond the limit that they, the great demons, could deal with under normal circumstances.

Four days ago, Lanqi found the four of them after arriving at the Demon King's City Nakalis.

Except for the great demons who were left in the Demon King's City for necessary defense, or the great demons that even Merogas didn't trust, the rest of the reliable great demons had already gone out in full force to participate in this operation to eliminate the blood clan.

Lord Skeleton, Lord Mercury, Lord Wanwei, are all the core of the Merogas faction.

And the four of them, the great demons that Lanqi is most familiar with, use traditional ancient methods to become summoned creatures, seal and hide in Lanqi, in order to deal with Lachar in the end and prevent Lanqi from being alone.

Although the four of them can win against one general and can hold off two generals, it is an unprecedented problem to fight against the ninth level.

"Wow."

The third ancestor Lachar saw the four great demons clearly and smiled.

He really didn't expect that the Pope had hidden four great demons in a strange way.

But Lachar didn't show any panic, but looked more relaxed, as if everything was under control.

"Lanclos, can you only rely on external aid?"

Lachar laughed sarcastically,

"Even if you still have a few big demons hidden in you, so what? They are all the weakest big demons, and you have fallen to the sixth or seventh level, I'm afraid you will die soon."

He could tell the weight of the four big demons almost at a glance.

Too weak.

Only the ice demon has the combat power similar to that of the Skeleton Lord and the Mercury Lord, and the other three are all qualified big demons.

As the third ancestor, the ninth-level duke, is an absolute superior, the magic power of the eighth-level demons cannot escape him.

"You may not have noticed that there is a little difference between me and Lanclos?"

Lanqi asked like a friendly reminder from Lachar.

"He doesn't seem to realize the seriousness of the problem yet."

Talia's thoughts said in Lanqi's ear.

She was embarrassed to wear Kaliyela's new clothes to meet the four old friends, fearing that they would see the flaws, or that this state of being connected to Lanqi's soul was too embarrassing.

She was afraid that her friends would misunderstand her if she couldn't explain it clearly.

It just so happened that Lanqi only needed protection now, and she didn't need to show up.

Having used the Mirror of Tiberius three times, Talia knew that only Lanclos's attack could cause damage with the power of the sun.

In Lachar's eyes, if it was an eighth-level Lanclos, he might be able to fight against the ninth-level third ancestor Lachar for a while by relying on special attacks.

The only threatening Lanclos was too weak to fight at the moment.

So it was natural that Lachar would win.

And to threaten Lachar, at least three or more great demon generals must work together.

"Can you still be reborn before you die, Lord Black Sun?"

Lachar looked at the absent-minded Pope.

A sense of doubt, a sense of failure, and a sense of being fooled by boxing with the air made Duke Lachar smile.

Lanclos was indeed a little different.

Not only did he say that the True King didn't want them anymore, but he was also inexplicably calm all the time, which made Lachar's blood pressure fluctuate.

"I said, I'm not Lanclos. If you really think you can deal with me the way you dealt with Lord Black Sun, then you will make an irreparable mistake."

Lanqi spoke to Lachar calmly.

Lachar got anxious when he said a few words.

It shouldn't be a problem for Talia's magic sound to work against Lachar's high mental resistance.

"Well, I'll just catch all the remnants of the demon world, so I don't have to go to the Demon King's City to settle accounts with you later."

As he spoke, the figure of the third ancestor Lachar suddenly left a long afterimage in the air, and the shadows in the sky brought by his palm covered the demons in front of him, so fast that it was like the call of the god of death in the dark night!

Find four civil servants to deal with him, he is too sick and needs medical treatment!

The red color in Rashal's ferocious eyes became even deeper, so deep that it almost swallowed up all the light.

In the storm that surged again, the immunity field not only sheltered the four great demons, but light began to pour out from the dark singularity.

The palm of Lan Qi's hand was like the void entwining and condensing like the birth of the universe. In an instant, the dazzling light of the noon sun instantly filled the entire Blood Palace Square, dispelling the dark night and turning it into a world of pure white light!

The light was so intense that it seemed to burst the glass, causing the rose window of the Blood Palace to burst out. Even the Blood Palace castle was coated with a layer of rainbow light.

When the sun emitted dazzling light over the Blood Palace Square, the entire Blood Moon City was suffused with it.

Even in the Temple of Annihilation, the Hall of Chehan, and the Hall of Souls located in the southeast, north, and southeast of Blood Moon City, which are dozens of kilometers away, the faint light of the sun can be clearly felt.

The Extermination Hall of Blood Moon City.

The eighth ancestor, Marquis Somerset, and Lord Mysio, Lord of Mercury and Bones, Damengate, are fighting fiercely.

The sound of broken rocks and the roar of magic exploding could be heard endlessly, and the entire palace seemed to collapse at any time.

But at this moment, a faint light suddenly came through the arena.

Although the light was weak, it seemed particularly abrupt in this always dark hall.

The Marquis of Somerset was keenly aware of this natural enemy-like light.

He turned his head sharply, his face full of disbelief.

"What's this?"

muttered the Marquess of Somerset.

The light of Lancros——

How could it be possible to shine so far?

Although this distance did not affect him, Somerset felt instinctively afraid.

It was like an unstoppable rising sun was about to rise at dawn at the end of the distant horizon.

The great demons Mercury Lord Migio and Skeleton Lord Damengate, who were seriously injured and fighting fiercely, were also very surprised, but there was a hint of understanding on their faces.

"It seems that the winner is about to be decided over there."

Mercurial Prince Miho said to himself in relief.

"Haha, Marquis of Somerset, who do you think we are holding whom?"

Lord Skeleton Damengate nodded, with a playful light shining in his eyes.

When the eighth ancestor, Marquis Somerset, heard what the two said, his face instantly darkened.

"No, that's impossible!"

Somerset gritted his teeth and said, his voice full of unwillingness and anger, emboldening himself to roar towards Lord Mercury and Lord Skeleton.

The Soul Palace in the far north.

When the ninth ancestor, Marquis Bernhard, saw that light, a hint of panic flashed across his originally ferocious face.

He subconsciously took a step back, as if the light would burn him.

Just a moment of shock caused Wanweiqing Oglin to cut off his head.

The east side of Blood Moon City.

The battle between Marquis Helitier and Melogas in the Cold Palace was also suspended due to this sudden light.

Marquis Helitier looked at the light, with despair emerging in his uncertain expression.

She can feel it.

This light contained a power she had never seen before!

To astrologers, anything that is incomprehensible is called loss of control.

Lanclos was obviously going to die soon.

How is it possible for a new sunrise to bloom at this moment?

"Okay, you successfully blocked me, and I want to leave."

The blasphemous Lord Melogas shook his palms and cracked his knuckles,

"Why don't I stay here with you and make love to each other? I have always heard that the Marquise's body is very strong and cannot be damaged no matter what..."

Her expression looked like that of an evil spirit as she approached Marquis Harrithier.

…

A bright ball of light rose up in the entire Blood Palace Square.

Under its blessing, even the cold earth becomes warm.

"Raschael, my name is not Lanclos. I will be the one who will fight you again here tens of thousands of years later. I hope you can make me enjoy myself by then."

The glowing white light illuminated Lan Qi's face, and his words were also transmitted.

Duke Rashal felt as if his brain was about to be shattered by this deafening calm sound, as if he were at noon when day and night were reversed!

He couldn't believe how Lanclos could summon such a large area of ​​solar power at midnight!

"You are not Hei Riqing, who the hell are you!!"

At this moment, although Duke Rashal would rather believe that the light that hurt his eyes was just an illusion, the cruel fact is that his whole body's strength was instantly weakened to only one tenth.

It is very similar to the power of Lancross, but completely different.

It can be said to be a homomorphic form of Lancros.

And this information gap between the two characteristics is particularly fatal.

"If I were a demon, then my title...should be..."

Lan Qi thought about the answer.

Because all his marks on the Love Poet were swallowed by Thalia, Thalia became the Love Demon.

If he could reveal the demon's true name.

That's probably——

"Crazy love for you."

He snapped his fingers.

"Crazy Ai Qing... What is Kuang Ai Qing?!"

The third ancestor Rashal had never heard of such a demon clan in history.

He does not recognize this ridiculous and strange existence!