Chapter 793 Lan Qi Predicted the Ancestor's Prediction

Dawn peeked through, the sky turned a fish-belly white, and the wilderness was shrouded in a thin mist.

Below the dilapidated thousand-meter city gate.

Inside his silver mask, the black centipede curse mark clinging to his left cheek glowed faintly, like the unceasing magic in his emerald green eyes.

He raised his hand, and the finger pointing remotely at the legion slowly swept to the right.

The surroundings were silent, and only the rustling of the wind blowing through the wild grass could be heard.

In an instant, the entire legion seemed to be cut open by a ten-thousand-meter gale, and where the storm blades passed, there was no life left, or rather, his edict had cut open the scroll of heaven and earth!

Countless warriors had fought bloody battles before this city gate, breaking through and guarding it. Now, ten thousand meters of land were once again stained red with blood, leaving only the figure of the white-robed man before the gate, alone.

The white-robed Pope retracted his finger and placed it behind him again.

To him, it was as if nothing had happened, as cold as if those lives had long been dead.

"A ninth-tier clearing of the line is really fast," Taliya commented.

If it were her, it would take some effort to destroy an army on the march.

If these legions reached the city defense barrier, and there were no allied legions to help withstand the suppression and firepower of the city defense, even she would not be able to clear the line so easily. If there were also enemy eighth-tier hero units in the city defense, trying to attack through the city defense for a one-on-one fight would easily lead to a counter-kill.

But all of this could be bypassed and forcefully killed by the ninth-tier Lanclos.

Unless there were several top eighth-tiers in the city defense, it would be possible to defeat him.

"It's a pity that I can't bring this account back to the real world to participate in the South Continent War. It's too perverted. This Blood Moon Corrupted World is the level 99 version, but the real world is the level 89 version. The dimensions are completely different."

Lan Qi also felt that Lanclos's level was a bit much for the current world version.

But not to mention bringing Lanclos's account back to the real world, this account couldn't even be opened in the illusion of the Tiberius Mirror.

In the real Undead Eternal Punishment Endgame Shadow World, he was only a pitiful sixth-tier.

"You are more normal as a functional shaman. There's something indescribably strange about you playing a core mage."

Taliya watched Lan Qi's spell choices all the way. He often preferred tactics that had more deterrent effect and psychological warfare value, rather than the most optimized spell combinations in terms of firepower.

"I hope you can draw one of Lanclos's spells after this Shadow World ends. Drawing any of them would be a great gain," she wished for Lan Qi.

In any case, Lan Qi was very compatible with Lanclos's sealing technique.

Taliya felt that apart from the ultimate strong enemy of the Profane Duke who polluted the prize pool, Lan Qi's reward for this Shadow World was likely related to Lanclos.

"Maybe you can also draw Kaliyera's spells or accessories," Lan Qi blessed.

Since starting to cosplay Kaliyera, Taliya had gradually become useful.

"Hehe, you don't want me to dress up as Kaliyera to give you lessons, do you? Hmph, you're really thinking too much," Taliya said, feigning reluctance.

In fact, if she could really dress up as Kaliyera, she would also like to try it.

That way, she could always be a universally recognized "good-looking, dignified, mature, and useful" Great Demon.

"No, no, no, the card making still has to be your classic skin. No one has your flavor."

Lan Qi denied.

"You..."

Taliya silently recited the word "endure" in her heart.

When they returned to the Kerui Di Empire in the real world and lived under the same roof, she would have plenty of time to educate him.

The demonic text of the Tiberius Mirror was still scrolling on the Eleven Gate.

[You have annihilated the First Heavy Cavalry Regiment of the Honin Empire, and the plains of Eleven Gate behind you are barren.]

[You have been destroying all the way from the Talberg Province and have now arrived in the Lusitania Province in southern Honin. Your brutal actions will shock the entire Seville Continent, and even alarm the Eternal Night Land and the Demon World, and will be engraved in history books.]

[What will you choose to do next:]

[A. Annihilate the Province]

[B. Go straight to the South]

[C. Head North]

[d. Personally Intervene]

[Remaining Fate: 2 days, 14 hours, 52 minutes]

"Of course, I can only go south all the way. Although Lanclos may also be thinking of Sigrid in his heart, the battle in the Throne Hall was their last meeting," Lan Qi looked back at the north and shook his head.

There were two options for going south.

Annihilating Lusitania Province and heading straight to Saint Trik could both be considered going south.

This Lusitania Province was about to turn into scorched earth.

He still had time.

Before going to the Honin capital, Saint Trik, he could still solve a large number of Honin people who had not yet become demons.

As expected, a large number of troops would be sent by Lasalle to consume him and cause him to quickly fall from the ninth tier.

"Lasalle, wait for me, I'll come find you soon."

Lan Qi stopped looking at the north where the Saint Polante Theocracy was located and turned to the south.

The white robe gradually disappeared into the morning mist, leaving only a thin back.

…

Northern Saint Polante Theocracy.

Capital, Hersalem.

After experiencing a catastrophe, Hersalem was finally stable again.

This ancient city-state had just dawned, and a grand coronation ceremony was being prepared in full swing.

The Saint Polante Theocracy would welcome a new leader - the hero who led everyone to reveal the truth and stop the conspiracy of the theocracy.

"Have you heard? The Honin Empire in the south seems to be very dangerous now."

"I've only heard about it. Don't talk nonsense. The source of the turmoil in the Honin Empire is our Pope..."

"What Pope! Our current Pope is Sigrid Saint Anastasius!"

Hearing the terrifying news coming from the south of the Seville Continent, the residents couldn't help but rejoice that it was Sigrid who defeated Lanclos.

Otherwise, it was likely that they, the people of Hersalem, would be indiscriminately slaughtered by the frenzied Lanclos.

Flowers, ribbons, and balloons decorated the streets and alleys of the central district of Hersalem, and even the windowsills of every building.

People, whether at home or on the streets, were discussing the upcoming grand event in twos and threes.

The coronation ceremony would be held in the most magnificent and top-notch building in Saint Polante - the Hersalem Papal Hall.

After days of cleaning and renovation, the scars of the battle were smoothed out, and the Papal Hall was restored to its former glory.

Outside the hall, the neat ranks of clergy were ready. Today, they wore white capes with blue borders, and the leading paladin held high the Saint Polante national flag embroidered with a unicorn emblem.

Before the official start of the coronation ceremony, the square in front of the entire Papal Hall and even the streets several kilometers away were already crowded with people, stretching as far as the eye could see.

Thousands upon thousands of citizens flocked from all directions, crowding the square, just to witness this historic moment.

In the center of the square was a circular stage, covered with a red carpet, surrounded by three rows of white marble pillars, entwined with blue and white silk ribbons. In the center of the stage stood a statue of the Moon Goddess holding a wooden staff and draped in silver gauze.

On the front steps, a team of tall knights lined up on both sides. They were clad in silver-white armor, with blue feathers fluttering on top of their helmets, and held long spears, like a wall of steel. The blue and white flags with the unicorn emblem fluttered in the wind, and the church's musician corps was in place at the bottom of the steps, ready to play the festive music.

Clang, clang!

As if ripples cast in a pure white heavenly kingdom, the bells also rang with the ceremonial music.

As the time arrived, the ceremonial procession walked out of the Papal Hall in a mighty manner, supporting Sigrid in a formal dress as she slowly walked towards the high platform.

At this time, Sigrid was surrounded by a soft and holy light. She wore a pure white dress with gold trim, took dignified steps, smiled slightly, and carried a unique affinity on her beautiful and noble face.

The double doors of the Papal Hall behind her were open, and the central passage covered with a red carpet led straight to the end, like a sacred path leading to heaven.

The bells rang in unison, and cheers surged like a tide. The beautiful and moving Pope Sigrid smiled and waved to the crowd, accepting the heartfelt welcome from the people.

"Glory - Praise -"

The temple knights quickly lined up a human wall around the high platform in the square, standing ready to ensure that the new Pope's inauguration ceremony was foolproof.

Following closely behind was a team of white-robed bishops. They respectfully saluted Sigrid, and then lined up on the right side of the square, declaring that the Saint Polante Papal Court would fully assist the new Pope.

With everything ready, Sigrid slowly walked onto the high platform, accompanied by the melodious sacred music and the calls of the Polante people in the square.

Like a round of red sun rising slowly, casting thousands of golden rays, Sigrid's figure seemed incomparably dazzling at this moment.

She stood on the high platform, her gaze compassionate and gentle, sweeping across the people below, and gently raised her right hand, signaling the people to be quiet.

In an instant, the square was silent.

Everyone was looking forward to the new Pope's coronation speech.

Sigrid cleared her throat and slowly opened her mouth, her voice powerful and sonorous.

"Dear Saint Polante people, today, in the name of the Goddess of Destiny and the Saint Polante people, I hereby swear to lead Saint Polante to a better tomorrow with a sincere heart and passionate blood. After many tribulations, we have finally ushered in the dawn of rebirth, but this test may have just begun... Let us join hands and carry out the original intention of the former Pope!"

As soon as the words fell, thunderous applause and cheers erupted from the stage.

"Long live Sigrid!"

"Long live Saint Polante!"

The shouts, one after another, converged into a torrent that was unstoppable.

Countless petals and ribbons fluttered in the wind, like butterflies dancing in the sky, adorning the entire square in an exceptionally dreamy and colorful manner.

The exciting moment had finally arrived.

Empress Kesia walked forward slowly, holding a velvet tray. On the tray lay quietly the triple crown, symbolizing supreme power, shining dazzlingly.

In a moment of bated breath, Empress Kesia carefully held the crown high above her head, waiting for the witness of all the people present.

The eyes of everyone in the square were reverently focused on the crown, focused on the new Pope.

Empress Kesia took a deep breath and recited the coronation oath word by word -

"In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, in the name of Polante's accumulation of thousands of years, I hereby testify that this crown left by the first Pope is entrusted to Sigrid Saint Anastasius, the orthodox heir of the Saint Polante Church, and I wish her noble, wise, and benevolent, and I wish her Saint Polante nation long-lasting, prosperous, and prosperous."

The moment the oath fell, Empress Kesia entrusted the crown to Sigrid.

The golden crown shone brightly, setting off Sigrid's appearance even more nobly.

Cheers, applause, tears, and heartfelt joy seemed to break through the sky and reach the clouds.

Sigrid looked at the crown in front of her and placed it on her head.

A trace of loneliness flashed in her eyes. Her eyes swept across the steps, but she knew that it was impossible to see the figure she wanted to see.

But she had to smile.

"I swear in the name of God and the people that I will live up to expectations."

She raised the scepter high and looked around, opening her mouth again.

The bells were melodious, the hymns fluttered, and the morning light shone through the rose windows, gilding the entire Papal Hall. When the sunlight broke through the clouds and illuminated all things, Sigrid solemnly held up the scepter and led the people to sing the melody of the Saint Polante national anthem in unison, pushing the coronation ceremony to its climax.

"Be diligent and conscientious, convince people with virtue, and govern the world with righteousness, so that Saint Polante can reproduce its former glory!"

Sigrid's voice was firm and bold, reaching straight to the clouds.

In the roaring cheers, thousands of white doves fluttered into the sky, turning into a white cloud.

The morning light shone through the clouds, enveloping the entire square in a golden halo.

…

Several hours passed.

The coronation ceremony came to an end, and the noise of the lively Hersalem gradually faded away. Sigrid, the new Pope of Saint Polante, returned to her Throne Hall.

Behind the heavy oak doors was a golden splendor. The towering dome was painted with the newly restored Saint Polante Church frescoes, and the walls were inlaid with emeralds and amethysts of a color scheme requested by the new Pope.

At the end of the steps was the unchanging Saint Polante Papal Throne.

Sigrid sat on the throne in boredom, staring blankly at the empty Throne Hall.

Her thoughts seemed to drift back more than ten years ago.

When she was still a little gangster on the streets of Hersalem.

She never thought that one day she would become Pope.

At that time, she still had to worry about being hunted down by vampires every day and couldn't sleep peacefully.

Everything changed since she received a business order to escort customers to the Eternal Night Land.

Their story also began.

"I still remember when I said that one day I would be strong enough to protect you, so it's definitely not a loss to train me into the strongest warrior... But you always laughed at me for being stupid. In your eyes, I will never grow up."

Sigrid murmured.

She was actually a mature woman.

Gradually understood the pain of liking but not being able to pursue.

She knew that she could not keep that man, and fate had decided that they were destined to not end well in this life.

From the first moment she met him, she understood the martyr's destiny written in his eyes.

Even so, she still couldn't forget many beautiful fantasies.

"Without you crowning me, this throne feels so cold to me..."

Her eyes, full of memories, were filled with tears, empty and tired, no longer as strong as she was outside in the morning.

If possible, how much she hoped to meet him again.

The quietness of the Papal Hall could not hide the sadness.

The Goddess statue had a compassionate face, holding a lamp, looking at the myriad beings.

The long red carpet extended all the way to the foot of the throne, and on the candlesticks on both sides, the sacred fire burned quietly, reflecting the cycle of legends murals on the marble walls.

After a long time.

The door of the Throne Hall was knocked.

"Please come in."

Sigrid wiped her tears, restored her serious expression, and spoke towards the direction of the main door of the Throne Hall.

The Throne Hall was a space that only the Pope could set foot in on their own.

Others had to have the Pope's permission to enter.

In fact, to some extent, their intrusion into the Throne Hall the day before yesterday was also with Lanclos's consent.

It was just that the world did not know.

The heavy oak door opened, and a group of people standing at the door saw only the solemn new Pope.

Sigrid's hand rested casually on the armrest of the throne, her posture unchanged, watching the group of clergy who came to the Throne Hall.

In addition to the important figures in the church in full dress, there were several bishops in white robes on the left, heavy ministers of the Papal Hall in blue and black dresses on the right, and the chief judge, the paladin, and the judge of the Holy Court who co-led the battle.

Judge Elm, wearing a black robe and a silver scales badge of the Holy Court on his chest, took a step forward.

"Your Majesty, news has just come that the turmoil in the Honin Empire in the south has escalated. They have stated that a white-robed man wearing a silver mask is indiscriminately slaughtering provinces, and hundreds of thousands of civilians are being brutally killed every minute and every second, and they have also meaningfully informed the surrounding countries. After hearing the news, the attitudes of the other countries towards our theocracy are becoming increasingly serious."

Elm knelt on one knee and reported.

He said it euphemistically, and everyone knew who the white-robed man with the silver mask was.

Hearing this, Sigrid was surprisingly calm.

"Although the situation is serious, we cannot panic. The top priority is to strengthen the defense in the south, be ready to meet Lanclos at any time, impose martial law throughout the country, and raise vigilance. At the same time, send envoys to communicate with neighboring countries and make it clear that Saint Polante will never condone its citizens doing evil abroad, and will severely punish the perpetrators to appease the people. But if anyone dares to take advantage of the fire, commit crimes against our people, and smear my Saint Polante Theocracy, Saint Polante will never sit idly by."

She slowly stood up, calmly and calmly, her voice neither humble nor arrogant.

As soon as these words came out, the archbishops were silent for a while, and then a low discussion broke out.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Sigrid, and their eyes revealed a variety of complex emotions.

Everyone understood.

This Sigrid was a real hard-line radical.

In the name of meeting the former Pope, they were actually meeting the Honin Empire.

It was a blatant military threat to the Honin Empire!

She completely inherited the old Pope's legacy.

"Understood."

Judge Elm saluted and retreated with the important officials of the Papal Hall.

Originally, they were worried that the new Pope Sigrid would have a big difference in decision-making from the old Pope.

Now it seems that the new Pope was the female version plus the physical version of the old Pope.

With her, the Saint Polante Theocracy would surely usher in a glorious and magnificent era.

…

Two days later.

At sunset, the land of destiny, Saint Trik.

Overlooking from a high place, the winding Rhine River divided the city in two like a golden ribbon, and the reflections on the river were particularly dazzling.

Along the riverbank, Saint Trik Cathedral stood in the twilight, and people in the nearby Honin Empire Square strolled and chatted, enjoying the peaceful and serene time of the evening.

On the south side of the river, the Moonlight Tower, whose body was carved from a whole piece of marble, was surrounded by layers of spiral staircases and corridors.

The observation deck at the top of the tower was particularly magnificent at sunrise, like a floating aerial garden in the morning glow.

Lan Qi was now standing on the edge of the observation deck overlooking the city.

[You have arrived at Saint Trik, the southernmost capital of the Honin Empire.]

[You are the incarnation of the disaster from the sky, standing on millions, thousands of thousands, ten thousand, hundreds of thousands of lives. Your execution is too fast, so fast that even Saint Trik has not realized your arrival.]

[You have completely annihilated all the lives and troops of the provinces along the way.]

"The sunset is infinitely good," Lan Qi muttered, looking at the setting sun.

"It's just near dusk?" A voice sounded in his mind.

Taliya asked.

"It's just that the sunset is infinitely good," he replied.

"Before sunset, it's time to finish the last thing."

The text of the Tiberius Mirror continued to climb up the observation deck of the Moonlight Tower like vines, forming a dense ring of demonic text.

[What will you choose to do next:]

[A. Indiscriminate Destruction]

[B. Raid the Blood Realm]

[C. Infiltrate and Tour]

[d. Personally Intervene]

[Remaining Fate: 0 days, 07 hours, 31 minutes]

This time, Lan Qi did not intend to look for the street he had just arrived on the north bank last time.

It was no longer meaningful to ask the opinions of those Saint Trik residents.

"The last one to choose."

Taliya saw an extraordinary number of options with Lan Qi this time.

He went to the provinces along the southern route of the Honin Empire as much as possible.

Lan Qi chose to personally intervene.

Then, everything slowed down.

He seemed to wake up from a dream, gaining control of free action, standing on the observation deck high in the sky of Saint Trik as if he were really there.

Looking around, he saw himself wearing a casual vest, standing on the top of the Moonlight Tower.

"Hey, are you afraid of the Saint Polante Pope?"

Lan Qi still turned his head on the observation deck and asked the residents who were touring the Moonlight Tower.

"The Pope? That guy who is wantonly destroying the Honin Empire?"

"The vampires have been protecting us. What's there to be afraid of in local turmoil, haha."

The customers next to the open-air cafe on the observation deck answered generously, their tone full of trust in the vampires.

"Do you really think so?"

Lan Qi asked calmly, with a hint of doubt and inquiry.

"Those damned Saint Polante Theocracy guys always like to smear the vampires, but we won't easily believe their nonsense! Look, this time it's the Theocracy's fault again, and the vampires have been protecting us."

A middle-aged man in elaborate clothes said indignantly, his face full of dissatisfaction with the Theocracy.

"Even the Pope himself is not clean. How can the Saint Polante Theocracy be a good thing?"

Another middle-aged man with a resolute face clenched his fists and said firmly.

"Indeed, this time the Pope is really not a good thing."

Lan Qi listened quietly to the opinions of these Honin Empire people, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, even agreeing.

He vividly recalled the situation when they were once reduced to puppets of the vampires, and their appearance of being manipulated by the vampires had never changed.

But at this moment, he had no other feelings in his heart besides pity.

He gently raised his fingertips.

The inverted sunset.

The light of purification.

Gradually fell from the sky.

The blank space and the roar even concealed all the sounds in the world.

In this firelight that destroyed everything, only the evil silver mask was clearly visible.

The figure wearing the casual vest disappeared again and returned to the true form of the Saint Polante Pope.

When the explosion sounded again.

The air wave had already blown through the entire city of Saint Trik!

The original asphalt ground of the city turned black and instantly turned into steam. The clear lake was evaporated by the high temperature of the explosion, leaving only the dry riverbed and a dead silence.

The towering towers, the prosperous markets, and the magnificent temples of the past were all reduced to ashes. Even though the extraordinary destructive explosion had ended for a long time, the sky was still obscured by light, leaving only a dim yellow.

On the ground, lava-like flames spread everywhere, and the heat wave swept around, making the air scorching. In the location of the original landmark building, the Moonlight Tower, the depth of the non-natural pit was immeasurable, filled with a pungent smoky smell.

Only the wind was singing, as if mourning for all this, and it seemed that the suffering souls trapped in this dead city were finally freed and rushed to the land of heaven.

At the center of the explosion, the scorching fluctuations had not stopped, and the soil at its edge was still undulating with red light like breathing.

The entire city of Saint Trik was empty, leaving only the lonely figure of the white-robed Pope standing in the center.

"Are you paying tribute to the Bishop of Destruction this time?"

Taliya found that Lan Qi especially liked to use the moves of his teammates and former enemies.

Compared with light magic, Lan Qi preferred to use magic of other attributes after practical operation.

This made him sometimes look more like a villain than the villain.

"This magic can more perfectly simulate the destructive power of an eighth-tier powerhouse struggling to the death at the end of the road. In addition, I would have used this move anyway."

Lan Qi shook his head.

"Can your nuclear fusion wolf explode with this effect? Next time, let's put one in Brilda for the Kerui Di Empire National Day celebration?"

Taliya had never actually seen the power of Lan Qi's nuclear fusion wolf in actual combat.

"No, no, no, this thing cannot be put in Brilda."

Lan Qi firmly denied this proposal.

If the current nuclear fusion wolf was detonated by Taliya, it would also receive the dual blessing of the sealing stone slab and the flint slab, and he himself could not estimate the power.

At most, he would threaten the enemy in necessary situations.

Sometimes, a bomb that has not exploded is the most useful.

"..."

Taliya stopped again just as she was about to say something. Although this kid was very principled, he still had a terrorist mindset.

At this moment, Lan Qi's body was suddenly locked by several tangible magic forces.

His casting of magic alarmed the vampire ancestors in the depths of Saint Trik.

Just like in the previous two weeks, the ancestors discovered the Saint Polante Pope who was at the end of his rope.

"It's time to open the door for me."

Lan Qi looked at the scorched earth of Saint Trik from the air and murmured.

Before he could wait any longer, the surrounding scene changed suddenly.

Amidst the dizziness, he fell into a strange barrier space.

The surrounding buildings and trees fell upwards rapidly, and the wailing of the wind echoed in his ears.

He began to fall downward at an extremely fast speed, and all he could see was the upside-down city scene.

Countless buildings were inserted upside down into the dark night, wantonly subverting the law of gravity. The buildings were interlaced and inlaid, and the layered houses outlined geometric patterns with concave sides, like a carefully arranged three-dimensional Rubik's Cube maze.

The entire city stretched desperately towards the sky, and helplessly fell towards the center of the earth.

"Your Holiness the Pope, what a big fire today?"

A teasing voice echoed around Lan Qi, like a declaration from a god.

Lan Qi behind the silver mask smiled without saying a word.

He hung upside down, his white robe fluttering, and fell freely towards the Blood King Palace.

"Lanclos, I have really been looking forward to seeing you these days. You came and didn't notify me in advance, which really makes me feel alienated."

The mocking voice of the Third Ancestor Lasalle lingered in the darkness like a night charm.

After drifting for an unknown amount of time, Lan Qi was shrouded in a palace.

The wide corridor in front of him disappeared from time to time, and reappeared elsewhere. The doors of the rooms continued to shift, leading to completely different spaces. The stairs spiraled endlessly. The doors on both sides of the narrow corridor opened and closed continuously, flowing out of the surging sea of blood, as if they could devour everything.

Suddenly, a gorgeous sliding door slowly unfolded in front of Lan Qi.

He passed through without hesitation, and the speed of the fall began to slow down.

Lan Qi looked around and slowly landed in the very center of the circular square of the Blood King Palace.

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

A handsome boy slowly walked out of the blood mist. He was the owner of the voice, making a curtain call to Lan Qi.

He had a delicate face, porcelain-white skin, and soft brown hair that fell to his shoulders.

The pure black velvet dress set off his refined temperament, and the golden Honin noble family crest was embroidered on the front of the dress. At first glance, he seemed to be just a pampered rich young master, but staring at those ruby-like eyes, you would find that they contained a accumulation of knowledge far beyond his apparent age.

"Now you have successfully killed your way to Blood Moon City, and you may have learned something about the demons. How do you feel?"

Duke Lasalle's mouth rose slightly, and a hint of playfulness flashed in his eyes.

"I feel very good."

The Pope with the silver mask looked directly at the mist behind Lasalle, locking the positions of the other ancestors.

A scarlet arc of fire burst out from his palm and shot straight into the sky, instantly illuminating the entire Blood Moon City as bright as purgatory.

Countless brilliant firelights gathered in the void and turned into a net of purgatory, covering the Blood Moon City overwhelmingly.

"Don't make such a big deal as soon as you come up, Your Holiness the Pope. There are still many surprises," Duke Lasalle sneered.

A purplish-red turtle-shell-shaped magic barrier quickly formed around Lasalle, blocking the fire net from the outside.

The two magic forces collided fiercely in mid-air, erupting in a deafening roar.

Lan Qi stood still, continuously urging the light and fire spells on the back of his hand.

But gradually, this confrontation seemed to fall into a stalemate.

On the ground within a few kilometers, a grand magic circle formed under the feet of the Third Ancestor Lasalle. The magic power it exuded far surpassed the power that the Pope had just erupted. Countless purplish-red light spots circulated wildly in the Blood King Palace, turning into blood-colored giant pythons, roaring towards the Pope's light array, causing the air to stagnate.

Lan Qi remained silent, increasing the output of magic power, and quickly constructed a rock sealing shield in front of him.

Even in the face of Duke Lasalle's full blow, the rock shield remained unmoved, only fine cracks appeared on the surface, spreading out like spider webs.

The next second, countless dazzling rays of light burst out from the Pope's body, interweaving into thousands of light wheels in mid-air, carrying the force of a thousand pounds, directly crushing towards Lasalle.

The two destructive forces collided violently in the void, and a earth-shattering roar erupted in the entire Blood King Palace. In an instant, both sides' offensives were cancelled out, and the situation returned to calm.

"Alas, Lanclos, you are already so weak, do you still think that you are the invincible Saint Polante Pope of the past?"

Lasalle had just finished fighting his move, but he seemed calm and composed, with a playful smile on his face.

The Pope slowly put down his hand, and the expression under the mask was dim and unclear.

"Lan Qi, haven't I seen this part three times?"

Although Taliya believed that the details were different each time.

But the opening of the three simulations was almost the same.

Except for the first time when he really couldn't win.

After that, Lan Qi enjoyed it.

"I have personally intervened, so this part cannot be skipped."

Lan Qi responded logically in his mind.

"That's right..."

Taliya was unable to refute.

The Inverted Lord Tiberius was at least a qualified designer in this respect, giving the Tiberius Mirror a function similar to skipping.

But it was limited to the situation where there was no personal intervention.

Before, she heard Lan Qi say that their company's planner did not want to implement the skip plot function, and then the planner's mother died immediately, so Lan Qi organized his colleagues to offer incense to the planner's mother.

Raging flames suddenly spewed out from the ground. The magma-like blood king sacred fire instantly engulfed the entire square, turning this dark space into a scarlet abyss.

The scorching high temperature began to bake the Pope's body.

This time, the purgatory fire sea released by the Pope in advance also spread on the ground, making it impossible to distinguish whose flame it was.

"You guys, don't stand idly by either. Let's entertain the distinguished guests together."

Duke Lasalle turned around, looked meaningfully at the few figures in the blood mist on the edge of the Blood King Palace Square, and shouted.

"I guess there's still half a second."

Before Lan Qi could finish muttering, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

A burly man appeared from the mist. The golden tassels on his military uniform fluttered in the wind. He squeezed out a provocative smile at the corner of his mouth, and his whole body was surging with surging power. Even the uniform on his body was torn.

He suddenly stretched out his right fist and attacked the Pope's face with lightning speed.

When the explosion resounded through the Blood King Palace, Lan Qi's figure barely avoided this heavy punch.

The Pope's movements seemed embarrassing, and the way he landed on one foot also seemed flustered, but the corners of his clothes were still not stained with dust.

"Haha, Pope, are you doing acrobatics?"

The Eighth Ancestor Somerset looked at the Pope's funny and exaggerated appearance and asked.

Soon, the Pope would learn that the peace of this era was just a false one.

The deaths of his worm companions were also destined to be meaningless.

And he would be unable to resist the aging that he had already lost the power to compete with the vampires.

He didn't even know that even if he still maintained his ninth-tier power, it would be of no avail, because they vampires had already planted poisonous seeds all over the world.

"Somerset, even if he has fallen from his peak, he is naturally restrained against us."

A clear and cold female voice came from the blood mist, with a hint of warning in her tone.

The beautiful female vampire in a deep purple veil dress walked out slowly. The moment she appeared and joined the battle, the magic auras on Duke Lasalle and Marquis Somerset suddenly climbed to a new height.

"Your Holiness the Pope, haven't you killed enough along the way? We vampires may not have killed as many people as you."

Another voice sounded leisurely.

The blood mist solidified and formed, and a handsome blond man walked out slowly. He wore a rice-white silk shirt with a velvet vest, an emerald green bow tie around his collar. The golden brown curly hair fell casually on his forehead, slightly covering his ruby-like eyes.

"You have wasted so much food that we have worked so hard to raise. Shouldn't you give us some compensation? For example, give us a little happiness?"

The Ninth Ancestor Marquis Bernhard's tone was as kind as a hospitable gentleman, asking the Pope.

Heritia's prophecies had never failed.

The twilight Saint Polante Pope now had at most one or two days left to live.

"Why is His Holiness the Pope so silent? Could it be that you have already foreseen your ending and are desperate?"

Duke Lasalle asked, his tone full of contempt for playing with his prey.

He was very much looking forward to seeing the Pope's gradual collapse.

"That's not right."

The white-robed Pope raised his index finger and shook it.

"……Hmm?"

Lasalle narrowed his eyes.

"Then what do you mean?"

To be honest, Lanclos's reaction was beyond his expectations.

The silent and indifferent figure in the white robe and mask was a little too much.

It was like he had changed into a different person.

Not only could he not feel a trace of surprise and doubt from Lanclos, but he also had no feeling for the gap in combat power between the two sides. It was as if everything was just taken for granted. The madness and anger were gone, and all that was left was the composure of savoring afternoon tea.

And he always stood with his index finger without putting it down.

Making it difficult for Lasalle to understand what he meant.

The white-robed Pope slowly raised his hand, and for the first time took off his mask, his relaxed smile was still the same.

"I can fight you with just one index finger."

His gaze passed through his slender fingers, and he spoke naturally to the four ancestors opposite him.

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