A sphere of light, like a rising sun, ascended over Blood King's Square.

Its blessing warmed even the frigid earth.

"Lashaer, you still haven't made me use my full strength."

The radiant white light illuminated Lanqi's face, and his words echoed.

Duke Lashaer felt his brain about to shatter from the deafening silence, as if plunged into midday at the height of reversed day and night.

Even in his prime, Rank Loss could not have summoned such a wide-ranging solar power in Blood Moon City!

At this moment, Duke Lashaer would rather believe that the light stinging his eyes was merely an illusion, but the cruel reality was that his power had instantly weakened to only the eighth rank.

It was eerily similar to Rank Loss's power, yet distinctly different.

It was as if Rank Loss had been reborn.

The Third Progenitor, Duke Lashaer, watched under the blinding sun, his expression shifting from initial shock to anger.

He had wondered why Rank Loss's defense was similar to before, but his attack was completely different.

It turned out that the guy in front of him no longer possessed Rank Loss's Glorious Sun Crown; all the solar power had been converted into a summon.

This meant that his lack of attack power was not an illusion; he really was weak.

"You are much weaker than Rank Loss!"

Lashaer saw at a glance that the sun, seemingly a spell, was actually a weak summon that could be easily destroyed. This deception could be instantly dispelled by destroying that sun, releasing him from the negligible solar power.

He quickly concentrated his mental power, manipulating the surrounding blood mist into sharp arrows aimed at the sun!

"Don't hurt my summon."

Suddenly, the sun was enveloped and entwined by black runes, instantly transforming into a black sun like a solar eclipse.

It was adorned with the same black centipede track marks that had been on the Pope's face, and it radiated the obsidian glow of the Primal Tablet's seal.

Lashaer's blood-colored arrows hadn't even touched the black sun before they all vanished into the sky above Blood King's Palace.

The black mist surged around the black sun, guarding it like the decree of a tyrant.

No matter how Lashaer's blood energy gathered, growing thicker and thicker, transforming into sharp blood arrows, they could not harm the sun in the slightest.

"Xia Shifu, it's too sharp."

Lanqi watched as Lashaer's terrifying magic surged again, his hands under his silver-white robe were almost shadows. His knuckles twisted slightly, and the entire Blood King's Palace was instantly enveloped in an ominous wave.

Dark gray vines and leaves bloomed from his palm, quickly spreading out. The living vines suddenly enlarged, transforming into a giant hunting net that descended upon Lashaer.

An even faster mental impact descended from the sky, directly enveloping Lanqi.

Wherever the invisible magic passed, the air began to flow again, but Lanqi's body instantly slowed down.

"You are just highly defensive; you are not invincible!"

After discovering that the sun had become a locked black sun, Lashaer immediately realized that his opponent had transferred the key spell to the sun.

This meant that his opponent's body was likely no longer invincible.

Lashaer was not only attacking the sun but also using instant mental spells to attack his opponent's body!

"This is really dangerous."

Lanqi endured Lashaer's mental attack, quickly steadying himself. The square magic emblem within his silver-white robe began to erupt with dark purple crackling lightning, and the invisible magic barrier unfolded before him, resisting Lashaer's mental impact, creating circles of metallic humming and air waves.

But Lanqi's legendary Sealer's Creation of Flowers was also used at the same time.

Each vine's pattern radiated a chilling, ancient divine light.

It not only trapped Lashaer but also began to contract continuously, isolating him in an inescapable void.

Compared to clashing with Rank Loss when weakened, Lashaer was even more shocked that the black sun in the sky was truly unshakeable.

Lashaer gritted his teeth, once again gathering blood mist to form a denser arrow array, launching a second round of attacks against the sun.

The result was still disappointing.

All the attacks were easily swallowed, without exception.

"What kind of sorcery is this? Undying Eternal Punishment can still work even when used on other life forms?!"

Lashaer's eyes were bloodshot as he resisted the sealing vines, veins popping out on his forehead.

Logically, if Undying Eternal Punishment was used on a summon, it should seal it away, no different from using it on an enemy.

Moreover, Undying Eternal Punishment should be broken if it received excessive damage; it shouldn't be an utterly invincible spell like Landri's that could be switched off at any time.

"Once the mechanic is over, it's time to open the sun and launch a wave."

Lanqi continued to ignore Lashaer's questions, only speaking his mind.

"Your tricks have been exposed! You don't have enough attack methods yourself! Enough with the bluffing!"

Lashaer's hand extended from the sealing vines, gathering magic as he roared.

But the truth was that the sun not only didn't go out but its radiance became even more eerie.

In his weakened state, he couldn't even break this sealing flower.

"Return to being a wraith!! Holy Spirit Pope Landt!!"

Finally, under Lashaer's magic manipulation, thousands of blood arrows moved so fast they were almost invisible, leaving behind trails of afterimages as they turned downwards, heading straight for Lanqi's body.

Carrying Lashaer's hatred, they vowed to kill Lanqi.

The previous exchange had verified that Landri's mutated Undying Eternal Punishment, once given to the sun, had confirmed that his body was no longer invincible.

"Do you really think the game isn't over yet?"

Lanqi didn't care at all about Lashaer's attack, looking at the magic card with the flower petal imprint that had already appeared in his hand.

It was already past four in the afternoon; it was indeed time to end it.

"Let me show you my Demon Lord."

Lanqi's nonchalant gaze held no hostility or fighting spirit. He seemed to toss a flower petal from his palm, granting this orange epic freedom.

It was the most violent moment of upheaval in Blood Moon City Square.

As if parting the clouds to see the sun, Blood King's Palace was bathed in the ripples of an eclipse cast by the black radiant virtue.

At the focus of the sunlight, pure light scattered, and a silver-haired witch landed on the ground.

Her dress was like a silver-white rose, carrying a captivating fragrance, and she appeared in the square.

"Lashaer, do you remember me?"

Wearing the veil of heaven, the Enamored Demon Lord's voice, like an exploding hum, restarted the flow of time as she stood beneath the eclipsed demon realm.

She saw through Lashaer's intentions and released a barrier shield in advance, firmly protecting Lanqi's body and resisting Lashaer's blood arrows.

Lashaer's pupils shrank as he watched his blood arrows crumble before the silver-haired witch.

As her demonic voice fell, a storm of illusion began to brew and change in Blood King's Square, as if the line between dream and reality was about to be overturned!

"Impossible... Kali Yella, why are you still by Rank Loss's side!"

Lashaer's face turned pale when he saw the second wraith.

He was starting to lose his grasp on reality.

Even though the Kali Yella before him might be much weaker than the ninth rank, the feeling she gave him was that of the genuine Kali Yella.

What was even more deadly was that he was currently bathed in the sun's power, and even an eighth-rank Kali Yella would be incredibly dangerous.

But he could barely think anymore.

The sense of powerlessness from the branch temple being breached, the weakness brought by the sun, and the surrounding demonic voice were driving the Third Progenitor, Duke Lashaer, into madness. His mind was muddled, and he felt his vision flickering; it was as if he had suddenly crashed into a wall, stars bursting before his eyes, nearly fainting and unable to recover consciousness.

After the previous repeated mental torment by the Pope, even the ninth-rank, god-touched Third Progenitor Lashaer, with his high mental magic resistance, could not withstand the Enamored Demon Lord's interference in this state.

The silver-haired witch focused her magic on her fingertips, and the direction she pointed began to distort the air, turning into a dark gray fissure. The Blood King's Palace tiles that it devoured disappeared, and hellfire was brewing around Lashaer, as black flames began to rise.

At this moment, Lashaer's defense and toughness were both broken. It was almost as simple as standing still and hitting Lashaer. She didn't need to hold back; it was enough to throw all her output means at him.

"Because I am a beautiful, dignified, mature, and useful Great Demon, and when he needs me, I will always be by his side."

Talia imitated Kali Yella's voice line from the Shadow Weaving Records to continue using her demonic voice.

She told Lanqi that since Lanqi was using the Holy Spirit Pope Landt skin, she would also use the Kali Yella skin, as they made a very meaningful pair.

Gray lines sealed Lashaer at the edges of the vines.

This was the sealing and spatial dual-attribute magic that Lanqi had given her, also Lanqi's Lao Sang Shifu's relic. If one accidentally touched the gray lines of those spatial rifts in the air, they would trigger their rapid expansion, intersection, and explosion.

"Pfft."

Lanqi tightly covered his mask, steadying it.

His shoulders trembled as he desperately tried not to laugh so hard that the mask fell off.

Even if Kali Yella tried her best to take the comedian route, she couldn't compare to Talia's free-spirited improvisations.

"You're not allowed to laugh!"

Talia turned her head resentfully and aggrievedly, conveying her thoughts with her mind, her ears slightly reddened in her anxiety.

She didn't know what was wrong with what she said, but she knew that Lanqi was laughing at her.

"Tribute to the legendary voice actress Talia; it's really too beautiful, dignified, mature, and useful."

Lanqi finally stopped pretending, took off his mask, and laughed. It seemed that the joy Lashaer gave him was not even one-ten-thousandth of what Talia gave him.

If he kept holding back his laughter while wearing the mask, he would run out of oxygen.

"Are you two in love here?"

Lashaer stared, eyes tearing, at Kali Yella and Rank Loss, who only had eyes for each other in their casual chat. Even though they were far apart at the other end of Blood King's Square, Lashaer could smell that flavor.

Lashaer recalled that the only thing that could be considered satisfying tens of thousands of years ago was that neither Rank Loss nor Kali Yella had a good ending.

Now, seeing them fighting side by side in what seemed like their fantasy, Lashaer grew angrier the more he thought about it.

"...Yes."

Talia seemed to understand something from Lashaer's expression. She hesitated slightly, as if gathering courage, and hugged Lanqi from the side, pressing her cheek against his.

"That's right, we are very happy now."

Talia looked at Lashaer and smiled triumphantly.

"I don't acknowledge it!"

Lashaer was about to go mad with anger, finally losing his mind.

Lanqi looked at Talia in surprise. This move wasn't in the tactics he had initially explained to Talia.

But Talia's improvised tactics seemed to be very effective, combined with her demonic voice, which lengthened Lashaer's time for breaking defense and toughness.

"What good is your disapproval; are you from the Ministry of Civil Affairs of any country?"

Talia restrained the corners of her mouth, released Lanqi, bent down, and gently touched the ground. Hellfire spread across Blood King's Square, engulfing the tormented Lashaer.

The black abyss flames, accompanied by the crimson light of the Primal Tablet's Mandala, pierced the sky and accurately entered Lashaer.

The Third Progenitor, Duke Lashaer, screamed. The blood mist around him instantly expanded, transforming into a cocoon-shaped energy sphere that barely enveloped him.

Despite this, Lashaer still found it extremely difficult to move. Most of the abyss's black flames struck Lashaer's defense, and the unrivaled destructive power of the Primal Tablet's fire struck his vitals, scorching Lashaer's entire body.

Lashaer's face grew more and more miserable, and the large beads of sweat that oozed from his forehead evaporated instantly before they could even fall.

"Kali Yella, Rank Loss, you pair of bitches...!!"

Lashaer radiated a nearly translucent blood-turbid light and shadow, and even his pupils turned into a blood-colored liquid, scattering mist, entering a protective stance, and throwing out an unprecedented mental frenzy.

A vortex of blood energy gathered around him, attempting to devour everything.

The spatial string notes left around him gradually collided with the blood energy vortex, erupting in billions of explosions more intense than gray and red intertwined!

……

West Assault Team Camp.

Abigail hugged Cat Boss and gradually brought the water cup to her lips for a sip.

Cat Boss looked up and found that Abigail had relaxed, and even had the strength to drink water.

"Since Lanqi can suppress Lashaer, why didn't he fight like this from the beginning, meow?"

Cat Boss lowered its head and looked at the situation on the light screen, asking Abigail.

"This kind of magic power consumption is completely different from the roundabout fighting style at the beginning. If Lashaer's Blood Moon City blessing is not broken, fighting like this is also a waste of energy."

Abigail put down her water cup and explained to Cat Boss.

"But isn't Lanqi's magic power for locking the sun much lower than locking himself at the seventh rank, meow?"

Cat Boss remembered that the Glorious Virtue Little Sun was only at the third rank, and using Lanqi's Black Sun Tyrant Eternal Punishment to lock the sun would consume much less magic power.

"Lanqi didn't keep his own state locked all the time when fighting Lashaer. He only turned it on when receiving those more direct magic attacks. In addition, the magic power consumption of summoning Tata to fight now is not on the same level as using the Black Sun Tyrant Eternal Punishment to lock himself."

Abigail had roughly calculated Lanqi's magic power and the magic power consumption of various states with Lanqi before the war, in order to formulate an on-the-spot plan.

As a result, Abigail was surprised to find that Tata was a magic power consumption monster. If she was allowed to use her full power all the time, Lanqi's magic power could be drained no matter how much he had.

The current state is the most energy-consuming. Lanqi needs to maintain both Talia and the edict at the same time, and he can no longer enter the life-locking state himself. He needs to ensure that Lashaer's Blood Moon City protection mechanism is over before he can fully attack Lashaer.

"I see, meow."

Cat Boss nodded straight.

"But the more I watch, the more I feel that the ultimate move of the complete Lanqi is to summon a wife to help him fight..."

Abigail looked at the battle situation in Blood King's Palace, propping her chin up, and analyzed.

"Meow."

Cat Boss suspected that Abigail was a hidden Lan Tata party.

Perhaps it was the previous drama performance that made Abigail favor the acting between these two drama actors.

Abigail also wanted Lanqi and Talia to star in the Half-Demoness chapter, but recently Abigail discovered that Hypelia might be more suitable for playing the Half-Demoness. Abigail was a little tangled about who should play the role.

"Can we clear it in one wave?"

Cat Boss asked again.

It saw that Lashaer was being fully attacked by the Enamored Demon Lord, but it didn't know how much Lashaer's life state had decreased, or whether it really had a significant impact.

"It's not very realistic. Lashaer is still an immortal blood clan after all. Even if he's weakened, even if Talia stands still and hits him, she won't be able to beat him to the point of losing his ability to fight in a short time."

Abigail looked down at Cat Boss.

In the last record of the Shadow World, four Great Demons worked together under the sun for a long time before they beat the weakened Lashaer to the point where he couldn't continue fighting.

Now there is only Talia.

"However, Sigrid has passed through, and the branch temples guarded by the other blood clan marquises should soon collapse like dominoes. We will soon be able to fight the second and third waves, so there's no problem."

Abigail added to the Cat Boss in her arms.

Although Sigrid could also be allowed to shift her direction and prioritize breaking into the Blood King's Palace barrier to help Lanqi with output, it was possible that Lashaer's break-defense time would be over by the time Sigrid arrived at the Blood King's Palace, and it would be difficult to synchronize.

If Sigrid doesn't start running, the halls guarded by the other blood clan marquises will not be able to quickly open up the situation.

Considering the safety of the three Great Demons in the Annihilation Hall, Abigail still prioritized letting Sigrid go to the Annihilation Hall. This would solve the Eighth Progenitor, Marquis Somerset, and the three Great Demons would not have to risk their lives to hold on in the hands of the Eighth Progenitor, Marquis Somerset. Lashaer in Blood King's Palace would continue to break defense.

In advantageous situations, Abigail would pursue a steady approach, with the goal of everyone surviving.

"It's past 4:30, meow..."

Cat Boss looked at the time with a little worry.

At 5:00 p.m., the Keri Ti Kingdom's National Day Festival's War God Blessing Ceremony would end.

"It's okay, we've already fought very well."

Abigail held Cat Boss's two paws and said.

The time was actually much later than expected, because in addition to the Rotten Bishop this reinforcement, the Withered Bishop and the Tenth Progenitor Ulysses, these two bishop-level powerhouses, also appeared out of nowhere, almost causing them to be annihilated as a group.

Even if the situation was brought back, the time was much tighter than imagined.

Fortunately, the situation had been opened up.

……

Annihilation Hall several minutes later.

The Eighth Progenitor Marquis Somerset was in the midst of a fierce battle.

The sound of rocks breaking and the roar of magic explosions were endless, and the entire hall seemed to be on the verge of collapse at any moment.

A black fire tornado raged in the center of the battlefield. The scorching heat wave swept through the entire Annihilation Hall, melting the rocks, tearing the ground, and a scorched smell permeated the air.

Suddenly, a powerful airflow erupted from the center of the tornado. The flames scattered, turning into countless blood-colored streamers that drew strange arcs in the air like blossoming fireworks.

Marquis Somerset was still chasing and attacking the three Great Demons.

The faint light that previously shone in through the arena was like an archenemy to Marquis Somerset. Even though it was later extinguished, it made him restless.

"A few weak demon civil officials dare to show off in front of me?"

Somerset could only focus on what was in front of him, his voice with bone-chilling coldness.

He slowly raised his right hand, his five fingers slightly bent, and an invisible force began to gather in his palm. A faint scream echoed in the air.

The next second, the three demons seemed to be pulled by the airflow he controlled. Somerset flashed, like a streak of blood-colored lightning, and came to the three Great Demons. Xinola and Pranay hadn't even had time to react when they felt a huge force coming.

Xinola and Pranay were successively blown away and hit the rocks of the Annihilation Hall. The rocks shattered in response. Antanas continued to cast healing spells in the back, and the light blue radiance was like a soft veil, covering their bodies.

But Marquis Somerset's offensive was too fast and fierce. Antanas's barrier protection had not yet landed on Xinola and Pranay when it was suppressed and shattered by Somerset's strength, turning into specks of blue light particles and dissipating in the air.

Marquis Somerset strode toward Antanas, bringing up a gale with each step.

He raised his right fist, his fist was wrapped with black-red blood energy, rolling and boiling like magma.

"Do you also want to try my fist?"

Somerset's fist was about to smash straight into Antanas's chest.

Xinola broke free from the rock wall and rushed to Antanas's face in an instant, using the scythe handle to block the blow, while she and Antanas were smashed away in a heap.

"It seems that a victory is about to be decided over there."

Pranay got up from afar and cast chains to slow down Marquis Somerset, muttering to himself with relief.

"Hehe, Marquis Somerset, you are getting more and more anxious. Doesn't Lashaer's being hit mean that a marquis has already been defeated?"

Xinola barely stood firm, supported Antanas, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and asked, her eyes flashing with playful light.

The Eighth Progenitor Marquis Somerset's face instantly darkened when he heard their words.

"This has nothing to do with you weaklings dying in my hands!"

Somerset was furious, his voice filled with displeasure and anxiety, and went towards the three Great Demons.

The aura on his body suddenly rose, and the air was filled with pressure that made the three Great Demons difficult to breathe, as if the entire Annihilation Hall was about to be melted by Marquis Somerset's anger.

Marquis Somerset clenched his feet on the ground, and the ground began to crack. The muscles from his ankles to his thighs were tense, and magma spewed out from the cracks, illuminating his cold face.

He clenched his palms, and black-red blood energy gathered on his fists.

No one knew what kind of sure-kill blow he would have after he finished accumulating power.

Pranay also felt his heart palpitate, and rushed to his sister and Antanas in the first time. If they could not resolve Somerset's power accumulation raid, then even Xinola, who was the most able to resist in the front row, might be defeated.

Just then, Pranay seemed to notice something again, and stopped.

"Are you scared?"

Marquis Somerset smiled grimly, ready to go.

As soon as he finished speaking, his heart suddenly palpitated.

It was not from Pranay's abnormal reaction.

It was like the sense of danger brought to him by the instinct of a warrior.

However, he couldn't detect the specific direction.

Because he felt that the terrifying aura was overwhelming in every direction.

Marquis Somerset's brain hadn't finished thinking about this question.

The air-breaking sound that seemed to be still in the sky the second before.

In the next moment, it was approaching Somerset's face!

At this moment, the silver comet falling from the sky, accompanied by the military force that seemed to be issued by thousands of troops, a woman with green hair and purple eyes, occupied Somerset's entire vision out of thin air, with the wolf clan empress's coldness in her eyes, and her fist momentum that was nowhere and never reached blasted into Marquis Somerset's body!

The violent power made the magma arena of the Annihilation Hall surge and collapse, faster than thunder, and shook the entire southwest area of Blood Moon City!

A wide gap cracked in the center of the Annihilation Hall, collapsing step by step. Even outside the Annihilation Hall, all the delicately carved blood gemstones fell off, and the fragments scattered with the wind.

"Three, sorry, I'm late."

Sigrid punched Marquis Somerset open and turned to the three Great Demons.

The silver light dissipated, and Sigrid's long hair cascaded down like a waterfall, as clear as moonlight.

"Sigrid!"

Xinola, who was about to lose the strength to hold the scythe, finally slowly let go, and said excitedly.

"Sure enough, beauties are only worthy of the strong, this is the strong."

Antanas also sighed.

When she heard that Sigrid had broken through the Hancher Hall, she knew that Blood King's Palace had begun to smoke.

"Eighth Progenitor Marquis Somerset, is it very enjoyable to hit my family's civil officials?"

Sigrid's eyes were fixed on Marquis Somerset in the ruins in the distance, and that glance was about to penetrate Marquis Somerset's soul.

The atmosphere in the entire Annihilation Hall changed the moment she appeared.

"Tyrant Bishop..."

Marquis Somerset stood up from the ruins, his face turned pale, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

He knew that this wolfman's strength was far above him, and even the power he was proud of could not collide with the opponent.

This was an existence he could never reach.

He tried to vent his anger and then fight the opponent head-on, but when he saw Helitiere, who was half-dead in Sigrid's hand, the only remaining sanity told him that he had to escape from the Annihilation Hall in the first time.

This guy is a blood clan killing machine, so cruel.

The next second, Sigrid moved.

Before Somerset could successfully escape a few meters, she came behind Marquis Somerset.

She raised her right hand, her five fingers were like knives, cold light flickered, and she stabbed directly into Marquis Somerset's head.

Marquis Somerset was shocked and wanted to dodge, but Sigrid's speed was too fast, and the momentum also suppressed him so that he couldn't react.

There was only a bang, and Sigrid's hand had already grabbed Marquis Somerset's head, and pressed him to the ground.

"No, impossible!"

Marquis Somerset widened his eyes and couldn't believe that his power couldn't resist this woman at all, his voice was filled with desperate wails.

"You're also worthy of showing off with this strength?"

Sigrid sneered, twisted her wrist, and with a creepy tearing sound, Marquis Somerset's neck was completely twisted off.

Marquis Somerset let out a shrill scream, his entire body twisted, struggling constantly on the ground, but he couldn't stop his physical deformation.

The three Great Demons stood behind and watched the battle.

They knew that they could think about how to celebrate Sigrid's victory later.

As expected, if Sigrid was at her peak, they wouldn't need to take action at all.

……

The desolate Annihilation Hall in the far north.

Faded Courtyard was already scarred. Between the ice, snow, and vines, Nedo Chika and the Ice Snow Witch were still consuming each other.

But the atmosphere had undergone a subtle change.

Nedo Chika was still using vine magic to resist the Ice Snow Witch's attack, but her movements had slowed down significantly, and her eyes had become more and more dim.

Her heart seemed to have been hollowed out, and she no longer had any interest in continuing the battle.

Now, she looked to the south.

"It seems that two blood clan marquises have already lost..."

She muttered to herself.

Although she didn't know how this group of people did it, they had indeed miraculously embarked on a seamless and airtight path. Lashaer's aura was also gradually weakening.

"I won't fight, it's meaningless."

Nedo Chika suddenly waved her staff, using the vines to repel the Ice Snow Witch, and put away her staff, muttering to herself.

The Ice Snow Witch stopped in place, and the ice blades spinning around her didn't dissipate.

Although Nedo Chika's statement was very willful.

But it was not unreasonable.

For both sides, it was the best choice not to fight at this time.

Nedo Chika looked at Almis, meaning to confirm Almis's fighting intentions.

Seeing that Almis's attack intention had stopped, Nedo Chika turned and floated towards the sky above Blood Moon City.

"……"

The Ice Snow Witch vigilantly kept an eye on the Withered Bishop Nedo Chika, ensuring that Nedo Chika was leaving and not cheating.

If the Cardinal Bishop abandoned the blood clan at this time, it would undoubtedly be good news for the attacking side to be close to victory.

She didn't need to waste time fighting to the death with the Cardinal Bishop anymore.

The most urgent thing was to support the other blood clan battlefields. Whether it was Efatiya in the Soul Hall, or Mikai Yahuberion in the Earth Abyss Hall, they all needed other reinforcements.

Nedo Chika's figure gradually became smaller at the end of the night sky of Blood Moon City, and finally disappeared into the cloudy night sky of Faded Hall.

The Ice Snow Witch breathed a sigh of relief, as if she had finally unloaded a heavy burden, until she could no longer see Nedo Chika's figure.

She looked around at the ruins and felt mixed feelings.

This long and protracted hard battle finally ended in an unexpected way.

Compared to the other battlefields, her side was considered the most relaxed and easiest.

"Miss Almis, the Faded Hall where you are located is closer to the Soul Hall on the northwest side, but I would like to ask you to go to the Earth Abyss Hall on the south side to help Mikai Yah and take care of Hubert Leon, because as long as you go to the Earth Abyss Hall, you can immediately help Mikai Yah end the battle, but you are not very suitable for fighting against opponents with high lives like Marquis Bernhard in the Soul Hall."

The mechanical messenger landed on the Ice Snow Witch's shoulder and conveyed Abigail's request.

"Okay."

The Ice Snow Witch immediately drove towards the southern sky.

She had long wanted to see Hubert Leon, and Hubert Leon also needed her treatment.

……

The Bishop Battlefield on the far east side.

A biting cold wind howled in the Icestasis Hall, and deep blue frost covered every inch of the land.

Crystal clear ice ridges stood like sharp blades, reflecting a forest of crystal clear monuments.

The air was filled with bone-chilling coldness, and even breathing would be frozen.

In this world of ice and snow, two figures were facing each other.

"Nedo Chika, have you retreated?"

The Rotten Bishop Farmer held his pocket watch and stood up, his dark green academician robe particularly conspicuous in this silver-clad world.

He had a calm smile on his face, looked to the north, and was unaware of the cold, nor had he suffered any injuries.

On the contrary, Tolia was a little embarrassed.

"Why, can I ask you to run away too?"

Tolia was surrounded by a semi-transparent cube outline. If it weren't for the defense brought by this six-sided spatial isolation, he didn't know how long he could last in Farmer's hands.

"Let's stop here today. The future is long, and we will have a chance to fight again."

The Rotten Bishop picked up the box on the ground and walked towards the distance.

"Hehe, I don't want to fight you anymore."

Tolia sneered when he saw that the Rotten Bishop was also willing to end the battle.

If it weren't for the lack of manpower in this Blood Moon City Siege Battle, he didn't know that he could withstand the Rotten Bishop Farmer for so long.

If he continued to fight, he would have no magic power and would really die.

"There will be a chance. When the Pope comes out, it may be another book story. We will see each other sooner or later."

Farmer slowed down and turned his face to the side, using a more understandable analogy for Tolia, a playwright.

Or, coupled with the hierarchy theory that is now circulating in the Hutton Kingdom, if this part is the eighty-ninth version, then the next part may be the ninety-ninth version. The unexplored vast map will gradually be opened, and the southern side of this South Continent is just the tip of the iceberg.

"Are you saying that the lost continent behind the Disaster Earth will eventually be connected to us here?"

Tolia's eyebrows gathered for a rare moment.

"If they don't fit together, then the prophecy of the "Magic Code" will be wrong."

The Rotten Bishop's figure merged into the dark wind and snow,

""The Magic Code" is ultimately a "prophecy book" or a "conditional book". You should also want to know the answer, don't you?"

Farmer's last voice disappeared with the howling of the storm, and Tolia could only raise his hand to block the attacking corrosive cold air. When he put down his hand, the Rotten Bishop Farmer's aura had disappeared completely.

Tolia stood there in deep thought for a long time.

"Go to the Soul Hall to help Efatiya. With your help, you can kill the Ninth Progenitor, Marquis Bernhard."

Abigail's errand voice from the headset interrupted Tolia's daze.

She was not polite to Tolia alone.

"Oh, oh, I'll go now."

Tolia replied quickly.

"Go and teleport, hurry up! Stupid pig, get to work!"

Abigail saw that Tolia was no longer dangerous, and no longer had the rare care that she had at the beginning.

……

At the moment when Annihilation Hall was breached, Blood King's Palace rose into the sun for the second time.

Lanqi switched from the state of dealing with Lashaer back to the state of Black Sun plus Summoning Enamored Demon Lord.

Lashaer listened to Kali Yella's demonic voice, and once again hugged his head with both hands and tore at his scalp in pain.

"Thank you, Lashaer. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have given my life soul to him, and then become his guardian spirit and be with him forever."

Talia also imitated Lanqi and Lashaer's replay.

She hugged Lanqi first, and then ran to hit Lashaer.

"Lashaer, will your True King hug you like this?"

Lanqi always stood quietly on the side, under the silver-white mask, his emerald green eyes were as still as water.

"Rank Loss——!!"

Lashaer could not touch Lanqi at all in the face of his ridicule.

The battle was in full swing, and the entire square was in a mess.

The ground was uneven, the stone pillars of Blood King's Palace collapsed, and the walls collapsed, like a major earthquake, full of large and small cracks that were bottomless, almost leading to hell.

"If this action will hurt you, then I'm really sorry."

Lanqi shook his head helplessly.

"Ahhhhh!"

The air was filled with a pungent smell of smoke, and the Glorious Virtue shone through the dust, making Blood King's Palace particularly dim yellow.

Spatial cracks slashed across the sky, twisting and exploding like giant snakes.

Somerset's defeat, and the weakness that came with it, made Lashaer feel unprecedented frustration and humiliation.

Lashaer finally recognized reality.

The reborn Rank Loss in front of him, although not as strong as Rank Loss at the end of Blood Moon Evil World, once he mastered the advantage, the suppressing force he created was by no means weaker than Rank Loss. He would not give his opponent half a chance.

He couldn't kill him no matter how hard he tried, and he couldn't counter it either. If the other blood clans couldn't beat his companions, then there would be no hope of defeating him.

Gradually, Lashaer's mentality began to collapse.

"Rank Loss! How did you become so despicable!"

The Third Progenitor Lashaer roared weakly on the ground.

He was scarred all over, his clothes were tattered, and they were full of burn marks.

"You are no longer a strong man, but have become a weak man who relies on external forces! You are a heretic!"

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

The current Rank Loss only reminded Lashaer of the legendary super-ancient ninth-rank Great Demon Hope-less Sadia.

Standing in front of Sadia's army of summons that can summon and copy opponents, if one cannot restrain this kind of Great Demon, one will be crushed by him 100%.

At this moment, Lashaer felt this terrifying suppressing force of being