Chapter 802 Not Black Sun Lord, but Obsessive Love Lord

Four days later.

In the northern part of the Holy Plantage Empire, the capital, Hershalem, had finally recovered from a period of turmoil.

Immediately afterward, the city-state of Hershalem began to busily prepare for a grand coronation ceremony.

This country, which had undergone many trials and tribulations, was about to welcome a new leader.

Below the Papal Hall, at the highest point of the terrain, most of the city-state's buildings were in a classical style of deep gray or white. The air was filled with the fragrance of flowers and profound music, and the neat, spacious streets were filled with merchants, knights, and clerics in gorgeous attire.

In the streets and alleys, citizens gathered in small groups, discussing in low voices the news coming from the Horning Empire in the south.

"I heard the Horning Empire is in a terrible state now, with chaos and slaughter everywhere."

"It is said that a man in a black robe commands several incredibly powerful black-robed demons, like a demon lord descending from the heavens, truly a god of disaster on earth..."

One citizen said cautiously.

Another quickly interrupted him.

"Don't talk nonsense. The source of the Horning chaos is precisely the evil side of our previous Pope, Lancross..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was scolded by someone nearby,

"Watch your words! Our current Pope is the honorable Sigrid Saint Anastasius!"

If Sigrid hadn't defeated and expelled the insane Lancross, it was likely that the citizens of Hershalem would have suffered indiscriminate slaughter.

At least on this matter, the residents of Hershalem were all grateful.

With the calamity having just brushed past them, the entire city was immersed in a festive atmosphere.

Flowers and ribbons adorned every street and the windowsills of houses, and people were talking about the upcoming grand event, both indoors and outdoors.

Although the news of the changes in the Horning Empire in the past two days had made them realize that the upcoming fourth anniversary of the Seville Earth's peace and revival would probably not be celebrated, they would not be as desperate as they were more than a decade ago, regardless of whether the world would once again erupt in war.

Success is not the end, and failure is not the conclusion; only the courage to move forward endures.

The spark in their hearts had been ignited many years ago; it was just that the dire situation had caused it to burn fiercely once more.

And now, the Holy Plantage Empire was not without its pillars of support.

That was where their faith lay—

The Hershalem Papal Hall, the most magnificent and important building in the Holy Plantage Empire, was the venue for today's coronation ceremony.

After days of diligent cleaning and repairing, the scars left by the battle had been completely erased, and the Papal Hall once again displayed its former glory.

Outside the hall, the clerics, wearing white capes with blue trim, had already completed their formation, their ranks perfectly aligned and awe-inspiring.

The holy knight at the head raised the Holy Plantage national flag, embroidered with a unicorn crest, fluttering in the wind.

Before the ceremony officially began, the square in front of the Papal Hall, extending for several kilometers along the street, was already packed with people.

Tens of thousands of people poured in from all directions, crowding the square until it was impenetrable, just to witness this historic moment.

In the center of the square stood a circular platform, covered with a scarlet carpet and surrounded by three rows of white marble pillars, entwined with purple and green ribbons. At the very center stood a statue of the Moon Goddess, holding a staff and draped in a thin veil. On either side of the steps in front of the platform, knights stood at attention, their figures ramrod straight and ready for anything.

...

They wore silver-white armor, with azure feathers fluttering from the tops of their helmets, and the long spears in their hands shone with a cold light, like an indestructible wall of steel. The church's orchestra was located below the steps, ready to play celebratory music at any moment.

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

The bells rang out in unison, and cheerful music suddenly began to play.

Accompanied by the melodious tune, the procession of bishops emerged from the Papal Hall in a grand manner. Amidst the gaze of the crowd, they escorted Sigrid, dressed in gorgeous attire, as she slowly walked toward the platform.

Her figure was tall and slender, her light-colored long hair draped behind her waist, and her eyes were like stars shining in the night sky, or like violets blooming in the spring. The aura of ambition emanating from her was so strong that it was as if she were the queen of this land—

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

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

Anyone could tell that she was not content with controlling what was before her eyes, but wanted to conquer everything within her sight.

"She's much more fierce than the old and conservative Pope. She really seems to want to conquer the world all the way south, and on a biological level, you can feel fear towards her."

"Legend has it that the Saintess Sigrid was a powerful but relatively gentle woman. How does it feel like she's more Pope-like than the Pope?"

"Otherwise, what kind of person do you think she would be, to be able to drive the old Pope off the stage..."

The citizens at the far end whispered to each other.

But they couldn't see the hint of loneliness in Sigrid's eyes.

"Such a beautiful sight, but you can't share it with me."

Sigrid looked at the grand scene and murmured in silent words.

She still remembered that the first time she tricked the Holy Son into her vault, Lanqi wanted to take her with him to infiltrate the Annihilation Branch. He had asked her, when she reached a high place and realized that she was always alone, with no one to talk to her, and the lonely winter made her tremble, what exactly did she intend to do in such a high place?

She didn't admit it, and after finishing her busy work, she could only admire her vault alone. No matter what kind of achievements she made, there was no one to share her joy with.

At that time, she was vaguely aroused by that kid's playful heart, and then it was an uncontrollable indulgence. When she came back to her senses, she already understood the reason for standing in a high place.

"Sigh."

Experiencing this ceremony of ascending to the top position was certainly good, but without Lanqi by her side, she didn't know what meaning it had.

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

She still had to marry Lanqi first.

Then she would have to plan to go to the Wilfort family to meet the parents after returning to the real world.

But there was no rush, she would first meet the Holy Son and give him a surprise reunion.

Lanqi certainly never dreamed that he would be able to see her again in the real world after bidding farewell to her as Archbishop Sigrid in the Shadow World.

"I heard... the Dimensional Branch has spells that can directly perform ultra-long-distance teleportation, but the farther the teleportation distance and the higher the target's rank, the greater the mana consumption... I really want to see the Holy Son as soon as I return to the real world."

Sigrid sighed in her heart.

If the Holy Son came out of the Shadow World, went home, sat down, and suddenly heard a knock on the door.

Then opening the door and seeing her leaning against her luggage.

What a romantic thing that would be.

The intelligence navigation and passport for her trip to the Southern Continent were basically provided by the Dimensional Branch as a one-stop service.

...

As for the most high-end space teleportation, she basically didn't even need to think about it.

This was not a question of money.

The mana required for an ultra-long-distance teleportation for her, a peak eighth-order Overlord Archbishop, was too great. Even the Dimensional Archbishop, a space mage who was the only one who could do it, would directly lose combat ability after using such a large-scale teleportation spell. The cunning Toriado would not be foolish enough to deplete his mana to the point of exhaustion in front of another cardinal archbishop.

Dream time was over, and Sigrid's thoughts were brought back to reality by the resounding sound of Hershalem.

Behind her, the double doors of the Papal Hall opened wide, and the noon sun shone through the rose windows, casting mottled light and shadows on the red carpet laid on the ground, like a road leading to heaven.

The bells rang out in unison, and cheers rose like a tide. The people welcomed their new Pope from the bottom of their hearts.

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

This world of this era was also one that would disappear with one less glance, she thought.

"Glory to the Goddess! Praise our Pope!"

The temple knights quickly formed a tight human wall around the high platform to ensure the smooth progress of the coronation ceremony.

The bishops in white robes followed closely behind, respectfully saluting Sigrid, and then arranged themselves neatly on the right side of the steps, demonstrating that the Holy Plantage Church would unite as one to assist the new Pope in governing the country.

Accompanied by Sigrid's footsteps, sacred songs echoed in the sky above the square.

Sigrid slowly walked up the high platform, and the voices of the people below the platform intertwined into an inspiring piece of music.

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

The square gradually fell silent, and everyone was holding their breath, anticipating the new Pope's coronation speech.

"Beloved citizens of Holy Plantage, today, in the name of the Goddess of Destiny and all the people, I swear here that I will devote all my strength, with a sincere heart and a burning soul, to inherit the will of the first Pope and lead the country to a better future."

Sigrid spoke slowly, her voice resounding with strength,

"After experiencing all kinds of hardships, we have finally ushered in the dawn of a new life. But the real test may have only just begun. Let us work together to carry forward the legacy of the sages and create a better tomorrow for Holy Plantage!"

She recited these words, but in her heart, she was actually thinking that this kind of thing should have been done by the Holy Son.

The Holy Son was better at giving speeches.

And previously in the Northern Continent, she had mostly liked to let the Holy Son come forward for these things, while she provided support from behind.

Sure enough, even if they got married, they would still be a perfect match in their careers, a perfect partnership.

As the oath was spoken, applause thundered and cheers surged like waves.

"Long live Sigrid Saint Anastasius!"

"Long live Holy Plantage!"

The shouts converged into an overwhelming torrent, and countless flowers and ribbons fluttered like butterflies dancing. The bells rang out loudly, sacred songs soared, and the pillars of light under the stained-glass windows cast a dreamy hue upon the solemn hall.

"Diligence and responsibility, leading by virtue, and governing the world with righteousness! Let Holy Plantage regain its former glory!"

Sigrid's voice resounded through the clouds, each word resounding with strength,

"Calamity will pass, the dawn is coming, and this country, which has endured many hardships, will surely move towards a more splendid and glorious tomorrow."

...

Amid the deafening cheers, tens of thousands of white doves flapped their wings and flew into the azure sky, turning into a cloud of pure white, soaring in the golden noon sun.

The grand ceremony made time fly by.

Until it successfully ended, the sunset gradually sank below the horizon, and everything was shrouded in a rosy twilight.

The bustling sounds of Hershalem gradually faded away, and Sigrid, the new Pope of Holy Plantage, returned to her throne room.

Behind the heavy oak doors was a scene of gold and splendor. The murals of the Holy Plantage Church on the towering dome had been recast, and the walls were also inlaid with emeralds and amethysts in color schemes personally selected by the new Pope.

"I've done all the work that needs to be done. That Holy Son really knows how to order around an archbishop."

At the end of the steps was the unchanging Holy Plantage Pope's throne.

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

"Do your best. I'm counting on you for the rest."

Perhaps from now on, she would no longer have nightmares about this era.

It must be Lanqi who had put an end to it for her.

...

Several hours passed.

On the other side.

Southern Horning Empire.

The capital.

Saint Trick.

On a night shrouded in thick fog, the blood moon in the sky was scarlet, illuminating the ancient and beautiful capital city below.

The outlines of the buildings were faintly visible in the night, and the spires of the moonlit towers and spiral stone towers cast long shadows.

The curtains of the carriages traveling on the cobblestone streets were tightly closed, and shadowy figures could be vaguely seen inside. The closed shops and sealed windows on both sides of the streets made the air somewhat silent and uneasy.

Seen from a height of thousands of meters in the air.

Golden fireflies, like sparkling spots of light reflecting on the city's mirror.

And this high place, which could overlook Saint Trick at night, seemed to be the eye of a hurricane.

Their figures streaked across the night sky of Saint Trick, like several shooting stars.

The surrounding clouds were like silk, brushing past them. Each time they passed through a layer of clouds, the city lights below seemed like countless stars reflected on the ground, laying out a shimmering road for their descent.

They fell from the sky, and as they approached the ground, the city became clearer and clearer. They were surrounded by an endless night scene, and the twinkling stars became pearls scattered on a black silk ribbon, while the blood moon radiated red light, illuminating them.

After a long time.

Boom!!

On a late-night street, the moment the shadows descending from the sky landed one after another, the resulting commotion turned into a sudden thunder, echoing through the lively streets.

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

This sudden sound quickly attracted the attention of passersby in Saint Trick.

This was an area adjacent to the South Bank, and could be considered quite prosperous.

Originally, descending from high altitude was a dangerous act, but this group of mysterious figures seemed to have come with malicious intent.

People were sparsely scattered on the street.

"What is that..."

When the citizens saw the figures descending from the sky, an instinctive sense of danger arose spontaneously.

"It's demons! Demons have come to Saint Trick!"

People instinctively felt uneasy and ran away in terror, shouting loudly for the Saint Trick guards.

...

This group of uninvited guests were completely enveloped in black cloaks, their faces hidden in the shadows of their hoods, revealing only eyes that shimmered with a cold light.

The black-robed man at the head silently gazed at this city-state.

Although it was the first time he had arrived at this decisive battlefield of the Blood Moon Ruined World, it felt like he had seen it many times before.

[Mission Objective 1: Read the letter from his old friend Kaliella; Go to the Infernal City of Pasquale in the Demon World & protect the little spark Kaliella left behind; Comprehend the Mirror of Tiberius; Write an ending to the Blood Moon Ruined World era. (Completed)]

[Mission Objective 2: Understanding Black Sun Lancross's state of mind: 49.32%. (Completed)]

[Mission Objective 3: All Challengers survive until the end of the 21-day time limit, remaining time 0 days 00 hours 41 minutes.]

As the mission information in the Shadow World showed, they had less than an hour left.

Because Lanqi's departure time in the Shadow World was later than all three simulations, more than half a day later than the last simulation, even with the help of several Great Demons to annihilate provinces and rush to Saint Trick at full speed, it was almost nearing the end.

But this time was already enough.

With the experience of three simulations, Lanqi was already familiar with the route and time planning, all within his estimated range.

"Destroy this castle?"

On the pitch-black city road, Lanqi was surrounded by several companions wearing black cloaks, exuding violent magical power, like demons come to collect debts.

"No, we'll be greeted soon."

Lanqi replied, his indifferent eyes seeming to see far away.

"To be honest, I'm starting to get scared of killing Horning people along the way."

The scorpion-tailed demoness MeroGaras, standing beside him, laughed self-deprecatingly.

Her figure was graceful, and the curves outlined by the tight leather clothing under the black cloak were vaguely visible, like a taut bowstring, her tail ready to shoot out deadly poisonous arrows at any time.

Even during wartime, the Blasphemy Lord MeroGaras had never killed so many Horning people.

The slaughter of hundreds of millions of people had indeed opened her eyes.

The Pope allowed them to indiscriminately slaughter from the south, even they, as demons, were a little panicked. Wouldn't doing this really incur the punishment of the Goddess of Destiny?

"I guarantee that you are all my familiars now, and all the merits will be counted on the one who directs you. You don't need to have any psychological burden."

Lanqi promised to the several Great Demons,

"The outside world is corrupt, and those so-called 'plunder' and 'cruelty' are all lies they weave. Only we possess true enlightenment, because we know the truth of love."

He benevolently explained to the Great Demons.

"Black Sun Lord, it's a pity you couldn't continue working with us in the Demon World. You are the true cruel and ruthless one, the model for us."

Several figures all smiled and praised.

"...?"

Only MeroGaras felt that something was wrong after hearing Lanqi's words.

She observed Lanqi, her scorpion-like eyes seeming to penetrate his heart. The smog-purple lipstick on her lips looked particularly enchanting in the darkness. She gently licked her lips, and while her gestures were charming, she couldn't hide the violence in her bones.

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

...

Sure enough, this crazy guy was very special. In front of the Pope, MeroGaras felt like a normal demon.

"Hey, Pope."

She lightly touched the Pope with her scorpion tail in a whiplike manner.

"MeroGaras, what's wrong?"

Lanqi turned back to look at her.

"I was saying, after you finish slaughtering the Horning capital this time, since you can't go back to the Holy Plantage Empire anyway, do you want to consider coming to Nica..."

Just then, a sudden red light enveloped them, and the dazzling scarlet illuminated the faces of each figure in the darkness.

Before MeroGaras could finish speaking, the spatial gravity of the barrier on the ground appeared out of thin air, bursting out with dazzling fire and deafening roars, engulfing them.

Before Lanqi and the Great Demons could react, they felt a force of gravity strike, followed by a sudden fall!

Space twisted and deformed, sometimes expanding, sometimes compressing, and the sound of the wind roared in their ears, like thousands of ghosts roaring and screaming.

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

Buildings, like Rubik's Cubes embedded in the night, constantly flashed before their eyes, some inverted, some askew, completely ignoring the laws of gravity.

Magnificent wooden buildings intertwined with castle-like stone walls, shining with dazzling and scarlet light, forming a distorted and bizarre world.

"Pope!"

MeroGaras's voice sounded particularly sharp and shrill in the wind, as she reached out to the Pope, trying to reach him.

She was the Great Demon closest to the Pope when they fell into the barrier. The other Great Demons had already disappeared without a trace at this moment.

"MeroGaras, don't worry."

Lanqi responded, shouting.

The Blood Moon City did not have absolutely powerful barrier shields to separate them. They were merely scattered due to passing through different spatial barriers during the fall. If no other Blood Clan members blocked the Great Demons, they would be able to reunite before long.

Due to the large number of intruders this time, the Blood Moon City had turned into a siege battle mode, rather than the encirclement mode of the last time.

The Blood Clan Primogenitors dispersed the enemies to fully utilize the home-field defensive advantage of the Blood Moon City, sending the enemies to the home ground of more suitable opponents and defeating them one by one.

Unless only one enemy rashly broke in, would they all gather together to encircle and kill the enemy.

The planner must be the Seventh Primogenitor, Heritier.

As a Blood Clan astrologer, she would match the Great Demons who had fallen into the Blood Moon City to different branch halls, to be fought by the Blood Clan Marquises.

The entrance to the Blood Moon City was on the west side, the Blood King's Palace was in the center, and the other branch halls in the east, north, and south were ruled by the Blood Clan Marquises.

And the weak Holy Plantage Pope would be sent to the most dangerous Blood King's Palace, to face the Third Primogenitor, Rashaal, one-on-one.

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

MeroGaras shouted, sending Lanqi a clumsy blessing for victory.

Her scorpion tail still instinctively wanted to hook Lanqi's clothes, but the gravity in the barrier was chaotic, and the space that could twist everything separated the two of them in an instant, like two leaves blown away by a gust of wind.

They disappeared from each other's sight.

"Thank you, MeroGaras."

Lanqi continued to fall alone.

...

The buildings around him became denser and denser, and inverted cities pressed down on him.

"Lord Pope, why have you come?"

A mocking voice echoed around him, like a god's declaration.

This voice was too familiar to Lanqi. He had heard it too many times in the Mirror of Tiberius, and even missed it a little.

"What, aren't you welcome?"

The black-robed Pope, hanging upside down, pressed the silver-white mask on his face and fell freely towards the Blood King's Palace.

He had already removed his disguise and prepared for battle.

Let's just call it a rehearsal for the siege of Blood Moon City in the Criti Empire.

Although he couldn't find such a luxurious lineup of Great Demon General teammates in the real world, and the Criti Empire was at its peak in the real world, perhaps the real world was the true difficult mode of the Blood Moon City.

But Lanqi was already familiar with this declining Blood Moon City in the late Blood Moon Ruined World.

"Heh heh, of course you're welcome, I just don't know if Lord Pope can still be so aggressive as you are now in a while."

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

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

Lanqi passed through it without hesitation, and his fall began to slow down.

This was it.

The final destination of the Blood Moon Ruined World, the Blood King's Palace.

He looked around, and when his feet finally touched the ground, he saw himself slowly descending into the center of a circular plaza.

The plaza was paved with black and white marble, and thirteen stone pillars, each hundreds of meters high, stood erect.

Mocking voices echoed around him—

"Welcome to Blood Moon City, Holy Plantage Pope."

The voice came from the bottomless fog at the edge of the plaza.

A figure slowly walked out, wearing a pure black velvet礼服gown, with the golden Horning noble family crest embroidered on the襟衣 lapel.

He looked only twelve or thirteen years old, with skin as white as porcelain, and smooth brown hair that fell to his shoulders.

"I really didn't expect you to come. I've been living a peaceful life in the Horning Empire for so many years."

The Third Primogenitor, Duke Rashaal, revealed a playful smile, speaking in a relaxed tone, as if he were catching up with an old friend.

But his eyes were filled with sarcasm and disdain, mocking Lanqi's foolishness and ignorance.

"However, since you've come, let's have a good chat, Lord Pope of Holy Plantage."

Rashaal elegantly performed an ancient noble salute, placing his right hand on his chest, taking a step back with his left foot, and leaning his body slightly forward, as if he were saluting a distinguished guest.

"Rashaal, you're still in the mood to chat with me?"

Lanqi stood alone in the center of the plaza, asking the Third Primogenitor, Rashaal.

He knew that Rashaal's use of Horning Empire etiquette to treat Lancross, a Horning person who had been robbed of his hometown, was undoubtedly a kind of sarcasm.

"Otherwise? Do you want me to personally obliterate you, now that you're so weak that you're only left with about... the sixth order, or just wait for the last minute hand of your life to run out, and then feel your own powerlessness?"

Rashaal's tone was still as gentle as ever,

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

Rashaal narrowed his smiling eyes and opened his arms.

But his movements revealed arrogance and unruliness.

That was the declaration of an absolute victor.

...

The three Blood Clan Marquises and the halls in the east, north, and south were all operating normally. He would even receive the ultra-high damage reduction buff from the Blood King's Palace. Even if the Pope had some tricks up his sleeve to briefly fight to the death, it wouldn't threaten him.

"Rashaal, why doesn't your True King want you anymore?"

Lanqi looked at the Third Primogenitor, Rashaal, with concern, completely ignoring what Rashaal was saying, and asking questions that were disconnected from each other.

"...?"

In an instant, the veins near Rashaal's temples began to twitch.

The veins on his forehead were bulging.

"...What... did... you... say?"

Rashaal's crimson eyes gradually became ferocious, and then almost crazy, as he asked, word by word.

"Could it be that you're abandoned failures?"

Lanqi stared at the Third Primogenitor, Rashaal, with confusion, sincerely asking.

"Lancross, you're courting death!!!"

Rashaal shouted hoarsely.

The hand that burst out controlled the blood mist, and countless crimson tentacles stretched out from the mist, sweeping towards Lanqi like venomous snakes, dragging the Holy Plantage Pope, this decaying corpse, into an abyss of eternal blood!

...

Dozens of kilometers away, on the south side of Blood Moon City.

The Extinction Hall, controlled by the Eighth Primogenitor, Somerset.

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

This hall was like an endless arena, surrounded by black rocks, with scarlet gems shining with an eerie light in the dim light on the rock walls.

The blood gems were inscribed with the blood and bones of those who had been defeated by the Eighth Primogenitor, Marquis Somerset, and the air was filled with a suffocating bloody smell.

The ground in the center of the hall's open battlefield was covered with winding cracks, from which scarlet magma seeped out, flowing over the ground, and the earth was also trembling for this battle.

Two Great Demons were standing back to back, engaging in an encounter battle with the strongest warrior of the Blood Clan, the Eighth Primogenitor, Marquis Somerset.

"Be careful, the terrain of the Extinction Hall allows him to hide his tracks."

The Mercury Lord, Micthio, had silver skin all over, like a liquid metal lifeform, but had a normal Demon female physique.

Skilled in alchemy and healing, she stood in front of the Skeleton Lord, DaemonGate, constantly on guard against the Eighth Primogenitor, Marquis Somerset, who might launch a surprise attack from any direction.

The Skeleton Lord, DaemonGate, behind her, was slender, wearing a black dress gown, with silver cracks embroidered on the hem. His black hair was as smooth as satin, gently fluttering in the wind of the hall, and the bones under his goat horns clung to his cheeks like a mask.

"Micthio, just take care of yourself. You don't need to block for me."

The Skeleton Lord, DaemonGate, had a handsome and cold face, communicating with the Mercury Lord, Micthio, with Demon thoughts, his eyes glancing at the dark surroundings and the Blood Clan Primogenitor who was good at sneak attacks.

Although the Mercury Lord, Micthio, could liquefy herself to resist many physical attacks and give herself excessive vitality, they were both Demon civil officials after all, and the Mercury Lord, Micthio, would still lose her combat ability.

At the moment when the wind struck, the Skeleton Lord, DaemonGate, raised his palm, and suddenly, the undead summons began to revive in the black mist surging on the ground, forming a continuous array of the entire army. The Mercury Lord, Micthio's magic also entangled the Skeleton Legion, forming the Mercury flesh and blood of the undead, blocking the fist force of the Eighth Primogenitor, Marquis Somerset, and rushing towards him crazily.

...

"You clearly have the strength of a general, but you want to do things like a sneak attack."

The Skeleton Lord locked onto the Eighth Primogenitor, Somerset, like he was looking at trash.

In front of them was one of the most powerful warriors of the Blood Clan, blocked by the Skeleton Legion - Marquis Somerset.

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

"Heh heh, only the victor deserves to speak."

The fists of the Eighth Primogenitor, Somerset, pierced through, covered with bulging veins.

Each of his punches carried the force of a thousand pounds, and red light and shadows accompanied by sonic booms scattered the Mercury Undead Legion summoned by the two Great Demon civil officials.

"Ugh!"

Faced with such a terrifying opponent, the pressure on both the Mercury Lord, Micthio, and the Skeleton Lord, DaemonGate, began to increase exponentially.

They had still prepared for the attack mode of the Eighth Primogenitor, Marquis Somerset, based on the information the Black Sun Lord had given them before the war.

But even so, it was difficult for the two of them, civil officials with a preference for auxiliary skills, to directly confront the Eighth Primogenitor, Marquis Somerset, even if they cooperated.

If Somerset succeeded in a sneak attack, it would be even more unimaginably bad.

After falling into the Blood Moon City, their civil officials were originally supposed to cooperate with the generals to exert their strongest combat effectiveness.

The Blood Clan Primogenitors would naturally not allow them to get their wish.

The space barrier sent the two civil officials to the Extinction Hall, to face the Eighth Primogenitor, Marquis Somerset, who was the most difficult to deal with for the magic system.

The Mercury Lord, Micthio, separated her magic power, and blue light shot out from her fingertips, enveloping the skeletons summoned by the Skeleton Lord, DaemonGate, providing a constant stream of healing and protection to the summons. It was difficult for the Skeleton Lord, DaemonGate, to last too long under Somerset's attacks.

DaemonGate solemnly scattered pieces of undead magic power on the ground.

Corpse Qi permeated the ground, as if it could connect the space channel to the depths of hell at any time, devouring everything around, and even light could not escape, like a black hole.

And for creatures below the seventh order, once swallowed, only bones would probably be left in the next second.

Even though it was constantly eroding the Eighth Primogenitor, Somerset, it could not cause him substantial damage, and he used his own regenerative power to resist the Corpse Qi, approaching the Skeleton Lord, DaemonGate.

"Weak, too weak!"

The Eighth Primogenitor, Marquis Somerset, laughed loudly, and his voice echoed in the Extinction Hall like muffled thunder.

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

In the next second, he had already appeared in front of the Mercury Lord, Micthio, and punched her in the face.

The Mercury Lord, Micthio, instinctively evoked her magic power to resist, and the Skeleton Shield of the Skeleton Lord, DaemonGate, also unfolded in front of her.

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

The Mercury Lord, Micthio, only felt a huge force coming, and her entire body was scattered, turning into mercury that split and scattered in all directions.

Seeing this, the Skeleton Lord, DaemonGate, immediately summoned abyssal chains to restrict the actions of the Eighth Primogenitor, Marquis Somerset, giving the Mercury Lord, Micthio, time to gather.

In the blink of an eye, the scattered Mercury Lord had initially gathered into several small Mercury Lords, launching a counterattack against Marquis Somerset, and silver needles instantly pierced him.

...

"A bit interesting. It seems I can play with you for a while."

Somerset narrowed his eyes when he saw that the Mercury Lord, Micthio, could still stand up.

This kind of situation where he was sure to win.

If it didn't end so quickly, it would make him even more happy.

He was completely enjoying it.

As soon as the words fell, the figure of the Eighth Primogenitor, Marquis Somerset, disappeared again, and in the next instant, he had already appeared behind the Skeleton Lord, DaemonGate.

His fist slammed towards DaemonGate's back, and DaemonGate only felt a gust of wind coming. The summons he had hastily summoned failed to block the attack, and he was smashed into the cliff of the Extinction Hall like a cannonball, sinking deeply into it.

"DaemonGate!"

The Mercury Lord, Micthio, screamed, and immediately cast a support magic.

But the Eighth Primogenitor, Somerset, pursued too quickly, and the Skeleton Lord, DaemonGate, endured the severe pain and stood up, but before he could launch a counterattack, he had already seen the Eighth Primogenitor, Somerset, in front of him.

...

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

Another fierce battle was also being staged in the Thoroughly Cold Hall guarded by the Seventh Primogenitor, Marquis Heritier.

The hall was located on a frozen lake, with a cold wind blowing around and ice crystals dancing in the air.

The ice on the lake was several meters thick, and the surface was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the beautiful figure of the hall.

But under the ice was hidden countless dark currents, ready to roll the invaders into the abyss at the bottom of the lake at any time.

The hall itself was a blood-colored ice sculpture, with a vast space dotted with crystal-clear ice pillars, the outer circle like sharp spears, and the inner circle like elegant butterflies.

"Get out of here, Marquis Heritier!!"

The Blasphemy Lord, MeroGaras, kept waving her metal claws, drawing shadows in the air, trying to pierce her scorpion tail into Heritier's body and drain her blood marrow.

"..."

The Seventh Primogenitor, Heritier, merely maintained a state of emptiness, raised her black staff, and drew star charts in the air.

She did not pay attention to the anger of the Blasphemy Lord, MeroGaras, nor did she face MeroGaras head-on. She only aimed to hold her back.

And the more anxious MeroGaras became, the more flaws she would have.

The star chart began to rotate slowly, and stars flew out from it, circling around the Blasphemy Lord, MeroGaras.

Whenever MeroGaras waved her scorpion tail, the stars would automatically adjust their positions, guiding Heritier to the best dodge route, and breaking MeroGaras's balance at the same time.

And when MeroGaras's scorpion tail tip attacked, the stars would release a dazzling light, dissolving all the poison from the scorpion tail.

"Clearly, clearly I should be by his side, let him see my power!"

The Blasphemy Lord, MeroGaras, couldn't help roaring when she saw her attacks missing again and again.

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

"Shouldn't you want to kill the Pope