Don't confiscate my citizenship

The third ancestor, Duke Lachar, faced the dazzling sun.

The expression on his face changed from initial shock to anger and unwillingness.

Without waiting for Lachar to react, the four great demons had already seized the opportunity to attack.

Pranai's eyes were filled with silver mist. He saw through the ins and outs of every spellcasting action of Lachar, predicted in advance, and commanded the great demons to attack accurately.

Sinora's counter-spells were like spider webs wrapped around Lachar's half-built magic, disintegrating it one by one.

Lachar's spellcasting speed suddenly slowed down, and the spellcasting was shaky.

"Please sit down, leave it to us next."

Antanas stayed next to Ranchi and used magic to weave a translucent seat for Ranchi.

"Antanas, you are really a useful demon."

Ranchi praised Antanas.

"Hehehe."

Although Antanas didn't know why Lanqi praised her, she still touched the back of her head happily.

She leaned down and touched the ground lightly, and the barrier unfolded in the Blood King Palace Square, blocking all the aftermath.

Under her protection, Lanqi was like being in an impregnable fortress.

The pupils of the strongest ice witch among the four great demons had completely turned into ice blue, like two cold stars, and thousands of ice crystals condensed around her body, and then shot at Lachar like a rain of steel needles.

Countless ice-blue beams of light cut through the sky and accurately sank into Lachar's body.

"You are too despicable!"

The third ancestor Duke Lachar gritted his teeth, and the blood mist around him instantly expanded, turning into a cocoon-shaped energy sphere that wrapped him in it.

When most of the ice crystal rain hit Lachar's defense, it was like hitting an invisible wall, breaking into pieces and turning into crystal light all over the sky, but a few still hit the vital points, and Lachar roared.

At the same time, the magic power of the Ice Witch flowed through Shinora and Pranai, continuously healing them as forwards and central defenders.

Facing the fierce attack of the four great demons, Lachar, whose strength was reduced to one-tenth and only had about the eighth-level combat power, began to be unable to resist.

Although the Ice Witch felt that a group fight was a bit unethical, strictly speaking, the four of them were summoned creatures, so this was considered a fair duel.

"With this little attack, you are far from hurting me!"

As a ninth-level spiritual mage of the blood clan, Lachar is well versed in the way of fighting and has reached perfection in the use of magic.

Lachar knew that if he wanted to turn the tide of the battle, the first task was to destroy the sun.

As long as the sun summon was still there, he would never be able to restore his strength in his heyday.

So, he began to concentrate all his mental power, trying to control the blood mist around him, turning it into sharp arrows, piercing Lanqi who was protected by the big demons.

The dark mist surged around Lachar, wriggling like a living thing.

They gradually gathered, becoming thicker and thicker, and finally turned into sharp black arrows, circling in the air.

Lachar's eyes were bloodshot, and veins on his forehead bulged.

Finally, under Lachar's magic operation, countless black arrows were so fast that their trajectories could hardly be seen, leaving a trail of afterimages and turning upwards.

They carried Lachar's hatred and determination, vowing to shoot through the sun.

"It's too obvious."

But the four demons had long seen through Lachar's intentions. Antanas and the Ice Witch cast a barrier shield in advance to protect the sun firmly.

No matter how Lachar tried, he couldn't shake it at all.

Lachar's pupils shrank, watching his black arrows collapse in front of the light.

He gritted his teeth, condensed the blood mist again, formed a denser arrow formation, and launched a second round of attack on the sun.

The result still disappointed him.

All the attacks were easily defeated by the two defensive demons, without exception.

Lachar's face became uglier and uglier, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

How could a beast bring four assistants to protect each other, including two nurses.

He felt that all his attacks were useless.

The four of them recovered faster than him.

"Master Xia, you are really a shave."

Lanqi stood quietly by the side all the time, under the silver-white mask, his emerald green eyes were as quiet as the surface of the water.

He seemed to know all this, just waiting quietly, waiting for the final outcome.

"Lanclos!"

Lachar faced Lanqi's ridicule but could not touch him at all.

The battle reached a white-hot stage, and the whole square was in a mess.

The ground was bumpy and covered with large and small cracks, some of which were bottomless and almost led to hell.

The buildings around the square were not spared.

The stone pillars collapsed, the walls collapsed, as if they had experienced a major earthquake.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of smoke and dust, and the glorious virtues penetrated the dust, making the Blood Moon City look particularly dim.

There were lightning and thunder in the night sky, and the wind was howling.

Blood-red lightning streaked across the sky, winding like a giant snake.

The thunder roared like a war drum, as if the gods were roaring.

The super-distance mental interference spell that Lachar could use to isolate the barrier had no effect on the Pope.

Even if it was a killer move that detonated the Pope's mental rift, after using it, the Pope only looked at him naively as if he was looking at a fool.

The Pope was just as he said, a real different person.

Whenever Lachar tried to predict Lanqi's next move, he would find that his spell mechanism had already been seen through.

This feeling of being controlled made Lachar feel unprecedented frustration and humiliation.

Artemis manipulated the ice crystals to lay a layer of ice under Lachar's feet, making it difficult for him to stand and reducing his range of movement.

Whenever the third ancestor Duke Lachar cast a spell, he would be interrupted by Sinora's inverse operation, making it impossible for him to concentrate.

Antanas was even more evil. She summoned transparent barrier walls to trap Lachar in them.

Whenever Lachar tried to break through the barrier, he would be bounced back and embarrassed.

"Sinora, you are the main force, fight well, don't be affected by Antanas."

Planai always watched coldly, commanding like a class teacher. He could see through all of Lachar's psychological activities.

"Artemis, I'm sorry to make you laugh."

He apologized.

"It's okay."

A hundred years ago, Artemis rarely fought with these big demons.

But the Ice Witch was no stranger to their personalities.

Whenever Lachar had a glimmer of luck or despair, Pranai would remind the great demons in time, so that they could prescribe the right medicine and completely dispel Lachar's idea.

The four great demons played with Lachar with ease. They were both offensive and defensive, and surrounded Lachar in a panic.

Lachar finally recognized the reality.

If he didn't smash the sun the moment the other party released it, he would never be able to touch the sun next time.

These great demon officials couldn't make up a pure output, but they were all fancy acrobatic demons. When he was weakened, he cast a spell, which was predicted, countered, and blocked by two shields. It was impossible to touch the sun.

Gradually, Lachar's mentality began to collapse.

"Lanclos! You are a guy without the soul of a mage!"

The third ancestor Lachar roared hoarsely.

He was already covered with wounds, his robes were tattered, and full of burn marks.

"Put away those damn summons!"

Lachar's face was as pale as paper, blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were full of bloodshot.

This fighting style only reminded Lachar of the legendary ancient ninth-level demon - Satia of Hopelessness.

Standing in front of that guy, there are only two possibilities, either 100% invincibility or 100% victory, there is no other suspense!

At this moment, he felt the terrifying suppression of being beaten by the summons and unable to resist.

"Obviously, I am the summoner with the most summoner soul."

Lanqi answered logically.

He told Lachar at the beginning that he was not Lanclos.

So Lachar could not define his profession.

The four great demons were calm and at ease, their costumes were still intact, and there was even a hint of playful smile on their faces.

"It's great, I can also fight the ninth level."

They seemed to be enjoying this battle to the fullest, enjoying Lachar's pain and despair.

After Lanqi summoned the dazzling sun, Duke Lachar became a trapped beast with its claws cut off, struggling under the siege.

"Artis, I'll ask you to seal him later."

"No problem."

Under the command of Planai, countless crystal clear ice crystals surrounded the Ice Witch.

The icicles flashed with a faint blue light, emitting a biting chill.

When Lachar's blood mist attacked, Artis controlled the ice and snow, turning them into sharp ice arrows, and hit Lachar head-on.

The ice crystals collided with the blood mist, making a harsh hissing sound, like millions of wild beasts fighting.

When the ice crystals and the blood mist were in a stalemate, the Lord of Destruction, Shinora, entered the battle.

She danced the sickle lightly, and the fingertips flashed with the brilliance of counter magic. The blood mist that had originally condensed into arrows also began to gradually disintegrate, turning into black dust and dissipating in the air.

Lachar's face changed drastically. He could clearly feel that his offensive was being disintegrated bit by bit by the enemy mage.

With no choice, Lachar could only turn his attention and try to attack Lanqi directly, using offense as defense to buy himself a chance to breathe.

He condensed the remaining blood mist and turned it into dozens of huge claws, grabbing the back of the four people.

But Guardian Lord Antanas was prepared.

Her magic power intertwined into a shield in the air, and the blood-colored claws collided with the light shield, making a deafening sound. The blood mist on the claws splashed and was pushed back.

Lachar's attacks again and again were resolved by the perfect cooperation of the four demons.

But he did not have the support of the blood ancestors, and could only face the joint efforts of the great demons alone.

"Lanclos!!"

The third ancestor Lachar felt powerless, and his spirit and body were on the verge of collapse.

Lachar's offensive became weaker and weaker, and the blood mist became thinner and thinner.

His face was as pale as paper, blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were full of bloodshot.

But even so, he still gritted his teeth and refused to admit defeat.

In his opinion, as the ancestor of the blood clan, it was a great shame to be defeated by four great demon clan officials.

"You can't seal me if you continue to waste time, Lanklos, you have lost the ability to seal me!"

Lachar roared, his voice was hoarse.

"Do you really think the game is not over yet?"

Lanqi didn't care about Lachar at all, and smiled lightly at the magic card engraved with the flower seal in his hand.

The time is almost up.

It can indeed end.

At this moment, Lanqi's smile did not seem to be because the long-cherished wish of the shadow world was finally coming to an end, forcing the final powerful enemy, the third ancestor Lachar, into a dead end.

Just looking at this natal card, he simply felt very happy.

"Let me show you the most beautiful flower fairy in the world."

Lan Qi raised his palm, and his calm eyes did not have any hostility or fighting intention. As if throwing a petal, he gently let this orange epic free.

The last familiar, and also Lan Qi's only real natal demon.

The most turbulent moment in the Blood Moon City Square.

As if the clouds were cleared and the sun was shining, the Blood Palace was cast with ripples of light by the glorious virtue.

Where the sunlight was focused, orange wings fluttered, and a demon girl had landed in the square.

It was a long moment like the arrival of eternity.

Her dress fell like white rose petals, and she appeared in the Blood Palace with a breathtaking floral fragrance.

"Legendary beauty, the great love poet Lan Fu is on the stage!"

The voice of the Crazy Love Demon King was like an explosive buzzing sound that made time flow again and resounded in the square.

She pinched her throat and imitated the voice of the great love poet to use the magic sound.

At Ranchi's request, she, who had swallowed the Great Love Poet, wanted to help Ranchi use the Great Love Poet's magic sound to control the situation.

But Talia was afraid that her old friends would find out that she had become a natal demon connected to Ranchi's soul, so she simply went all the way and pretended to be a Great Love Poet with a different skin.

"Puff."

Ranchi covered his mouth tightly.

His shoulders trembled, and he tried his best not to laugh.

He didn't expect Talia to really do it.

"Ranchi, you are not allowed to laugh!!"

Talia said excitedly and aggrievedly, and her ears turned red with anxiety.

"Tribute to the legendary voice actor Talia, you are really too girly."

Ranchi's mind was trembling, as if his heart hurt from laughing.

"I'm going to kill you, Ranchi!"

Talia tried her best to maintain her acting skills on the surface, pretending to be a Great Love Poet, smiling seductively beside Ranchi, but in fact, her soul was about to leave her body, and she pinched Ranchi's neck and shook him.

After her magic sound fell, an unimaginable storm brewed in the square of the Blood King's Palace, as if the dream and reality were about to be overturned!

The state of the third ancestor, Duke Lachar, became crazy in an instant. While he was unconscious, he felt that his vision was flickering. He seemed to have slammed into a wall. His eyes kept flashing with stars. He almost fainted and could not regain consciousness.

After experiencing repeated mental turmoil, if it were an ordinary creature, it would have long exceeded the killing line of the Crazy Love Demon King.

However, at this moment, even the third ancestor Lachar, who had stepped into the realm of the gods at the ninth level, could not resist the interference of the Crazy Love Demon King with his high mental magic resistance.

Just controlling Lachar for a while, his defeat was determined.

The four great demons had split Duke Lachar into two halves in an instant.

"No, no...!"

When the third ancestor, Duke Lachar, came to his senses, he kept trying to crawl and gather on the ground, but was frozen and slowed down more and more, until he was almost buried in this ocean of light.

"Lachar, do you know how the fourth ancestor Duke Eduardo was sealed?"

Planai looked at Duke Lachar and asked.

He turned his head and looked at Lanqi who was standing quietly beside him.

"......!"

Duke Lachar's pupils on the ground suddenly shrank, and his struggle stopped for a moment.

He couldn't guess what was going on, but he felt an inexplicable palpitation.

This fake Lanklos had similar methods to Lanklos, but there were some fatal differences.

If the sealing technique he was best at was not the Chimera Decree and the Immortal Punishment.

Then is there any other sealing technique? The sealing technique used to seal the fourth ancestor Marquis Eduardo in this time and space?

Duke Lachar was at the end of his rope.

His blood mist was defeated, and he was no longer able to resist. He was temporarily frozen and suppressed to the ground.

Lanqi walked slowly.

He took out a tube of injection with the Holy Trinity and the forbidden emblem of the Nakalis Institute from his pocket.

Lanqi opened it, pushed the needle tube, and looked at the droplets coming out of the needle tip.

"Guess what research results Maye and I left behind in the secret research institute on Naika Island?"

He asked the third ancestor, Duke Lachar, without a trace of emotion in his voice.

"Maye? The dead female demon?!"

Duke Lachar's pupils shrank, and a trace of fear flashed across his face.

He wanted to retreat, wanted to escape, but his body was nailed to the spot by the icicle, unable to move.

"She is not an ordinary demon, but a real demon talent. If she can live a little longer, your demon transformation toxin will be nothing."

Lanqi inserted the needle tip into Duke Lachar's neck, and Lachar immediately felt a chill in his neck.

"What is this?!"

When Lachar heard Laqi say "demon transformation toxin", his heart became heavy.

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

Lachar slowly and completely understood.

Why did Lanclos make such a scene in the Holy Polante Church?

Why was it the Saint Sigler who backstabbed him?

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

There was only one answer to all of this: he, Lachar, was played around by Lanclos.

Lanclos already knew everything!

"This is similar to what you gave to the residents of Horning, but this thing is more advanced and can deform the vampires in a short period of time and begin to be forcibly demonized."

Lanqi explained the effect of the reagent in his hand to Lachar.

Duke Lachar was stunned for a moment.

Turn him into a deformed familiar?

And then... use the internal means of the demons to further transform him?

At this moment, he seemed to understand the connection between Planai's question and Lanqi's words.

When the fourth ancestor Eduardo disappeared, the Polant Empire took out an unprecedented bomb, which shocked them all.

Fortunately, it was later proved that it was a scam by the Polant Empire.

Can this kind of bomb really be made?

And its key material is the ancestor of the vampires?

"You can't do this! I am the third ancestor of the vampires, you can't do this kind of thing!!"

Lachar was locked in the ice crystal, his eyes were bloodshot, his veins were bulging, and he was furious and tried his best to fight back, with blood foam overflowing from the corners of his mouth.

No matter how Duke Lachar roared, he could not change the predetermined outcome.

Lachar felt extremely aggrieved and humiliated just thinking about being turned into fuel and used to blow up a large number of demons! !

"Join the glorious evolution, the end of the blood race evolution route is the bomber."

Lanqi injected the reagent into Lachar's neck.

"No, quickly take this dirty thing out of my body..."

Lachar's voice became more and more vague, and he was about to speak unclearly.

He also began to demonize for a short time, and cracks appeared on his skin, as if he was about to be torn apart. Those cracks emitted an ominous deep purple light, until Lachar's fingertips gradually became sharp claws, and his ears began to lengthen.

As the curse spread, Lachar's hair became messy.

Lanqi threw away the syringe, took a small mirror from his pocket, and put it in front of Lachar, letting him see what he looked like. Suddenly, Lachar's voice stopped.

Lachar couldn't believe that he would become so ugly.

"I thought you liked biochemical transformation."

Lanqi swiftly unpacked the contract scroll specially made by the Institute's Maya Qing, and the contract was powerless.

Lachar's red eyes gradually became empty, and then completely extinguished.

"Every time you have to do it, you have to do it."

Lanqi looked at the last translucent card in his hand. The whole card looked illusory, between entity and non-entity. The lines on it flowed on the card like the beating of a heart, flashing an unstable luster. It was trembling slightly, and the frequency was different from this world.

"End the blood moon's bad world, wolf."

Until Lanqi let it go.

The magic card also became brighter and brighter. It was different from ordinary magic cards. It was more like several intertwined spirals, emitting a mysterious aura.

The spirals formed by the magic cards that were released separated from each other. The light around the vortex was bent, attracted, and torn until it accelerated and stabilized. A crack was cut in the vortex, and its true form finally revealed the giant wolf.

The crimson runes that emerged and circulated like a fault in time and space wandered on the dark and deep body.

In the dim and broken abyss of the Blood Moon City, it bloomed with red lines of creation. Each line was flashing and breathing, and it was a crack in another dimension.

The wolf's giant claws slapped down, and Duke Lachar was gradually sealed into a blood-red twisted magic card, constantly exploding with electric cocoons.

Lanqi threw the sealed third ancestor back casually, and Duke Lachar was caught and swallowed by the giant wolf that jumped out.

"Master, help me bring the wolf to the ground."

Lanqi called in his heart and looked at the pure white form of the great love poet.

As a soul contractor who can also help him trigger the nuclear fusion wolf, she will detonate it, and the nuclear fusion wolf can also receive an additional bonus from the original slate fire.

"Okay."

Taliyah's hot face has calmed down a lot at this moment.

She used telekinesis to take the nuclear fusion wolf up into the air and flew towards the sky of Blood Moon City.

"By the way, take the cat boss with you."

Lanqi bent down, took out the little black cat from the shadow, and threw it to Taliyah in mid-air.

In case Taliyah failed to return to Blood Moon City, the cat boss could still use the immune force field to help her for a while to ensure that she could come down.

"Thank you, Lanqi."

Taliyah caught the little black coal ball steadily, put her hand on her forehead and saluted Lanqi, and thanked Lanqi with a sweet voice against her conscience.

Although she and the Great Love Poet are immortal, they still feel pain.

Lanqi seems to have remembered her words.

Of course, it may also be that Lanqi did not dare to hurt her or let her die from the beginning.

"So you really know how to act like a girl."

Lanqi put one hand in his pocket and waved to the pure white love poet with a smile.

Although he might feel a little disgusted when he saw Talia talking like this under normal circumstances, Talia was surprisingly very girlish today.

...

After a long time.

At the moment when Duke Lachar disappeared, the entire Blood Moon City felt an unprecedented shock.

The ground of Saint Trik in Blood Moon City suddenly began to shake violently, perhaps a giant hand was shaking the entire city violently.

The Blood Moon City, hidden deep underground, could not escape this disaster at this moment.

The roar was like a thunder, deafening.

The voice was full of palpitating violence and anger.

The earth was roaring and roaring, wanting to swallow everything up.

In the Annihilation Hall in the south of Blood Moon City, Marquis Somerset and two great demon officials staggered and almost fell.

They had to stop fighting and try to maintain their balance.

The stone pillars in the arena were crumbling, and the broken stones fell from the ceiling and hit the ground with a harsh sound.

"What, what's going on?"

Marquis Somerset roared in horror, his voice seemed particularly weak in the violent vibration,

"Lachar's breath disappeared?"

Mercury Lord Michio and Skeleton Lord Damongate looked at each other, their faces full of emotion.

They also didn't know what happened, but they probably understood that they had won, so they could only barely stabilize their bodies and avoid the falling stones.

In the Chehan Hall in the east of Blood Moon City.

The seventh ancestor Marquis Helitiel and Lord Merogas of Blasphemy also encountered the same situation.

The ice surface under their feet began to crack, and the cracks spread like a spider web.

The entire Bloody Ice Palace was shaking, and ice spikes fell from the walls and ceiling, turning into sharp ice blades and flying everywhere.

Marquis Helitiel, who was covered in wounds, screamed and was almost cut by an ice blade.

Lord Profane Merogas seemed calmer, anchoring the ground with her scorpion tail to support her body.

She clasped her arms, proudly puffed out her chest, and looked towards the Blood King's Palace.

The situation in the Soul Palace was even worse.

The altar was crumbling in the earthquake, and countless undeads poured out from the cracks in the walls and the ground, howling miserably.

They seemed to be frightened by this sudden change and could only hover in panic in the palace.

Marquis Bernhard, the ninth ancestor, had a pale face and trembling lips. He seemed to want to say something, but he couldn't make a sound.

The body that had just been assembled was once again chopped into pieces by Lord Wanwei's sword that attacked like a dragon.

…

In the Blood King Palace Square, Lanqi stood there quietly, looking at the four great demons in front of him.

He did not put away his glorious virtue.

In this wide terrain, it is not so eye-catching, but it will make the Blood Moon City Square much warmer.

"Is this the Baby Bus..."

The Ice Witch frowned and muttered to herself.

At first, she thought that Antanas was a joke.

The last time she saw Lanqi and Hyperion's seventh-level shadow world clip in Ikrit, she also saw Lanqi in mediocre condition, unfavorable start, trapped in a hard battle, falling into a disadvantage, making a series of stupid moves, and losing the game, and gave a speech to express her gratitude for the award.

He is worthy of being the man who can deal with Princess Talia, and he is indeed a leader among ten thousand.

"Teacher Artemis, thank you for your help."

Lanqi thanked the Ice Witch.

The other three great demons are familiar with him, but it is the first time that the Ice Witch Artemis and him have met in the Demon King's City.

For Ranchi, she is Hyperion's teacher, which is equivalent to his elder.

The seniority of the demon clan is so complicated. Maybe he and Antanas are of the same generation, but Antanas is of the same generation as the Ice Witch, but the Ice Witch is one generation older than him.

"Don't be so polite, just call me Artemis, your friends and I are of the same generation."

The Ice Witch didn't believe the gossip about Ranchi and Talia that Antanas said at first, but now she believes it a little.

Suddenly, she realized another problem.

If she and Ranchi are of the same generation, it is equivalent to lowering Hyperion by one generation.

"Of course, if you want to treat me as your teacher, you can also call me Miss Artemis, I don't mind."

The Ice Witch added.

For Hyperion, she volunteered to be promoted by one generation.

The Ice Witch has never been a person who likes to read gossip, but she is a little curious about the future intensity of the Cat Boss Restaurant.

"Miss Artemis, I really appreciate your care for Hyperion."

Lanqi still used honorifics to address the Ice Witch.

While they were chatting, Antanas had already started crying to herself.

"It's over. I got an assist in Shadow World this time. What should I do next time!"

Antanas cried while holding her head.

Her account was ruined.

"Look at the good side. I got an assist to defeat a ninth-level enemy. Maybe there will be an epic reward."

Sinora patted Antanas' shoulder helplessly and comforted her.

This is much more cost-effective than living on the minimum living allowance.

"It seems so..."

Antanas thought about it and smiled again.

"But I still didn't understand who the nine challengers were in the end."

Antanas counted on his fingers.

The four of them who were on vacation in the Demon King's City, plus Hyperion, Lanqi and Boss Cat, there were only seven challengers.

Who were the remaining two?

Pranay said nothing, pretending to have returned to the real world.

"..."

Lanqi thought about it, shook his head and sighed.

I'm afraid other people have the same question.

The remaining two people are Talia and Sigrid.

But from the perspective of Talia and Sigrid, there are also eight challengers, because they regard each other as the natives of the Shadow World, Kaliela and Sigra.

"Lanqi, do you know that we have prepared a super big surprise for you!"

Antanas ran to Lanqi happily, clasped his hands in front of his chest, and said.

All the work is done, and we can finally chat about some small things.

"What kind of surprise can it be?"

Lanqi asked Antanas in confusion.

Antanas always seems to have endless energy.

Usually the things she calls exaggerated are not big things, and she always likes to exaggerate small things.

"The four of us and Xiubao..."

Before Antanas finished speaking, the figures of the four great demons in the Blood Palace Square disappeared with the shadow world.

Lan Qi saw that the countdown to the Shadow World had cleared.

"Oh, it seems there is no need to go to the master craftsman."

He stood there shaking his head and sighing.

Challengers who enter from different entrances will return to different entrances at the end.

And he will also return to the same temporary settlement space with Thalia and Boss Cat. Antanas and Hyperion entered from another void gate, so they will be in another settlement space.

The sun hanging high in the sky above the Blood King Palace finally completed its mission.

Its light began to dim gradually, and it slowly closed its eyes like the sunset. Instead, there were countless stars, like a newborn baby opening its eyes for the first time on the sky.

Their shining light of hope illuminates this land that has been shrouded in darkness for a long time, seeming to declare——

A new era with infinite possibilities has arrived.

The clear light filled the air in the mist, and the buildings of Blood Moon City rose like bubbles.

A little glimmer of dawn, delicate and silent, slipped through the dissipating walls into the central square.

The Blood Moon series Shadow World so far.

At this moment comes the moment of reckoning.