“Lankelos, have you gone mad?"

La Xiaer had learned a couple of days prior that Lankelos had been backstabbed by his own people and was rampaging through the Huoning Empire. He felt that Lankelos's mind had been almost completely corroded by "Mind Fracture."

But no matter how he looked at it now, La Xiaer felt that his eyes were always clear, so clear that they made La Xiaer uneasy.

The black centipede brand on Lankelos's left cheek, which he had never seen before, was also so eerie that La Xiaer couldn't analyze its principle.

"Not at all."

Lan Qi casually hung the silver-white mask on his waist, his expression calm.

"I'm just stating the facts."

He raised his head slightly, his gaze meeting the four Primogenitors, without treating them as opponents in the slightest.

"To be honest, I don't quite understand your reckless act of venturing into Saint Trick City alone, nor do I understand where your confidence comes from. I can clearly feel that the intensity of your magic power has fallen to a level below mine."

Marquis Bernhard, the Ninth Primogenitor, paced back and forth, analyzing earnestly.

"So, do you think bluffing is still useful now? Lankelos."

As a vampire scholar, he seemed most interested in having a heart-to-heart talk with the Pope.

"You're always the most enthusiastic with me."

Lan Qi didn't mind listening to the words of Marquis Bernhard, the Ninth Primogenitor.

Because he still hadn't figured out what Marquis Bernhard's suggestion was.

"In my opinion, either you should completely launch a war, plunging the people of the Huoning Empire back into the depths of war; or you should continue to act cautiously, and die peacefully in a prosperous age. Both of these paths have their advantages and disadvantages, but they are always better than what you are doing now..."

He spoke eloquently, like an eloquent strategist, describing Lan Qi's predicament.

"So, what exactly is your suggestion?"

Lan Qi asked with interest.

"Heh heh heh."

Marquis Bernhard, the Ninth Primogenitor, shook his head and chuckled, a hint of playfulness flashing in his eyes.

"As for my suggestion, you might as well stay here! Your Holiness the Pope!"

Before the words fell, Marquis Bernhard was enveloped in an eerie red light, his magic power boiling and surging within him, instantly becoming out of control.

Countless scarlet eyeballs emerged from under his skin, covering his entire body, staring at the Pope in front of him with ferocity and greed.

Those poor souls with great talent had their unique abilities stripped away by Marquis Bernhard, the Ninth Primogenitor, and turned into terrifying weapons, raising Bernhard's strength to a higher level.

Marquis Bernhard's originally handsome face gradually twisted and deformed, all his features covered by those dense eyeballs. He bared his teeth and grinned, rushing towards the Pope.

Those pairs of eyeballs glowed with a hungry red light, wanting to devour everything in front of them.

The other Primogenitors all knew that Marquis Bernhard, the Ninth Primogenitor, had long coveted the Pope.

It was also a good opportunity to see how weak the current Pope was now.

However.

To the surprise of all the Primogenitors, the Pope in white robes remained standing still indifferently.

The Pope's eyes were a little disappointed, as if Marquis Bernhard's suggestion had failed to satisfy him.

Marquis Bernhard's tall stature at this time also made it difficult for the Pope to see Bernhard's face without looking up.

But he wouldn't look up.

"You hold your head too high."

The Pope moved the finger pointing at the Primogenitors slightly to the right.

The surroundings were silent, with only the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the Blood King's Palace Square.

In an instant, the dust on the entire square seemed to be divided, creating a sense of unevenness!

In front of the Blood King's Palace, the ground was stained red by a clear blood line.

The three Primogenitors in the distance had their pupils shrink sharply, their eyes flashing with disbelief.

They witnessed Marquis Bernhard's body being torn apart in mid-air.

Marquis Helitiere, the Seventh Primogenitor, subconsciously sensed the danger and crouched down, only having her hair cut off.

Duke La Xiaer, the Third Primogenitor, also reacted the fastest and dodged.

Marquis Somerset, the Eighth Primogenitor, who was the farthest away, was cut in half at the waist, and blood flowed non-stop from the severed body.

"Lan, Lankelos..."

The head of Marquis Bernhard, the Ninth Primogenitor, which had fallen to the ground, emitted a faint tremor, his expression not even reacting to what had happened.

Before his body could reunite, chains of rock suddenly appeared, firmly imprisoning the mass of fragments and sealing them into a chimera stone pillar.

The Ninth Primogenitor fell ahead of time.

Talia had guessed that this Primogenitor, who talked the most nonsense, would be the first to be sealed.

Although Lankelos didn't know 【Friendly Communication】 and 【Basic Etiquette】.

But in Lan Qi's hands, all spells could be turned into 【Friendly Communication】 and 【Basic Etiquette】.

That's why Talia felt that Lan Qi's use of Lankelos's spells had a strange flavor!

"Knowing that I am His Majesty, why not kneel?"

Lan Qi asked, looking at the three Primogenitors kneeling on the side of the Blood King's Palace.

"..."

The remaining three Primogenitors all showed undisguised shock in their eyes.

According to the Huoning Empire's intelligence and the results of Marquis Helitiere's divination, the current Pope should have weakened to the point where they could slaughter him at will.

But at this moment, the strength that Lan Qi showed only made them feel fear.

Even stronger than four years ago, when he sealed Prince Salvato, the Second Primogenitor, and Duke Modigai, the Fifth Primogenitor, who were injured!

A mere eighth-tier Pope in his twilight years, coming to Blood Moon City alone, was undoubtedly tantamount to courting death.

Lankelos should have been filled with despair, fighting with them, the few Primogenitors, and then be subjected to humiliation by slow slicing, seeing that the sacrifices of his group of vermin companions were all meaningless, and ending his incompetent life in despair.

The faces of the three Primogenitors completely stiffened, as if frozen.

"Why is this..."

The heartbeat of Marquis Helitiere, the Seventh Primogenitor, accelerated, and her chest rose and fell.

The entire star chart she saw had lost its color.

Or rather, Lankelos's state made her begin to distrust the astrological signs she saw.

"Helitiere, why can't you see that the moment I stepped into Blood Moon City, your Blood King's Palace had already begun to smoke?"

Lan Qi stood in front of them, with a smile of pity, but it was like a sharp blade, piercing directly into Marquis Helitiere's heart.

Behind him, the dark palace, the white chalk floor of the square was full of the blood of the Ninth Primogenitor, and the ninth towering stone pillar flickered with a light that was about to extinguish.

This was completely different from the future Marquis Helitiere saw!

"But don't worry, I'm not interested in torturing the weak."

Lan Qi's voice was relaxed and casual, as if he was catching up with old friends.

"You..."

Talia, listening to Lan Qi's words, was about to retort, but found that what he said made sense, he would only torture the strong.

"Okay, Lao Sang really has no objections."

Talia couldn't imagine how ruthless Lan Qi was when he secretly attacked Ascesang in the beginning.

"Your Holiness the Pope, I think there might be some misunderstanding between us?"

Duke La Xiaer, the Third Primogenitor, shifted his gaze to the Pope in the distance, his youthful voice also becoming much more solemn, asking him.

He knew that the Pope's posture of the strong pitying the weak was a disgrace to them on the opposite side.

But at this time, he was also very clear-headed, there was no need to fight hard against such a desperate person.

"Really?"

The Pope in white robes asked Duke La Xiaer, the Third Primogenitor.

"Really."

La Xiaer sincerely confirmed.

The Pope's tone of teasing a child made La Xiaer's blood pressure explode, but La Xiaer could only patiently maintain his acting skills at this moment and communicate with the Pope.

"Will you repent?"

Lan Qi asked again.

"Of course, I will reflect on any mistakes."

La Xiaer suspected that there was hope.

"Then why did you repeat the same mistakes in the Kree Tea Empire tens of thousands of years later?"

Lan Qi asked as a matter of course.

"Tens of thousands of years later... Kree Tea Empire?"

A trace of confusion flashed in the pupils of Marquis Helitiere, the Seventh Primogenitor.

This unintentional sentence, which didn't sound like a joke, and the name of a kingdom she had never heard of, made it seem as if the Pope was a traveler from another time and space, who had already seen a future more distant than theirs.

"What exactly did you see, Lankelos?"

Helitiere discovered an extremely terrifying fact and questioned the Pope.

"Is this reality... or the future I observed... but if I come from the past, how would I know the future tens of thousands of years from now..."

Lan Qi began to recite the words.

La Xiaer didn't understand what the Pope meant at first.

Until he discovered.

The content in the Pope's mouth was completely synchronized with the words murmured by Marquis Helitiere, the Seventh Primogenitor, causing Helitiere to tremble blankly all over.

This was obviously not mind reading.

Because Lan Qi's words were slightly earlier than Helitiere's!

"Pope, did you use the Undying Eternal Punishment on yourself?"

Duke La Xiaer, the Third Primogenitor, finally completely understood this worst answer, his blood-colored pupils filled with anger.

Demons.

Demons again!

As expected, it was Kaliere's unknown demonic treasure that allowed Lankelos to divine the future!

"Don't worry, it will be used on you soon."

Lan Qi affirmed.

"Lankelos... this is not fair, this is not fair!!"

The Third Primogenitor finally did not conceal the ferocity in his eyes, his voice sharp and twisted, echoing in the empty Blood King's Palace Square.

Although he still harbored a fluke in his heart, unwilling to admit that he might fail.

But he understood that today he would have a life-and-death battle with the Holy Spirit Lant Pope, and his blood-red magic power was rising steadily.

"Lankelos, you despicable villain!"

Marquis Somerset, the Eighth Primogenitor, barely put his upper and lower body together. His fists were clenched tightly, his knuckles were white, and his body trembled slightly, both in anger and fear.

"I guess you want to sneak attack me again."

Circles of lightning spread outward from Lan Qi's feet, drawing ripples on the stone slabs, until Eternal Radiance illuminated the entire Blood Moon City.

His eyes, through the edge of the electric light, stared at his opponent.

The Heavenly Waterfall Thunder roared like a silkworm devouring a whale, and a white-hot storm covering everything enveloped the entire Blood Moon City.

The Eighth Primogenitor, Somerset, who hadn't had time to launch a surprise attack on the Pope, became unable to move.

"Using thunder magic that you are not good at, don't underestimate us too much!"

Among the three Primogenitors, only La Xiaer could barely move in this composite spell of light and thunder, resisting the electrified and paralyzed state.

His body was surging with blood-red magic power, his eyes turned pitch black, almost like two bottomless black holes.

Countless dark red mental tentacles extended rapidly from La Xiaer's body, covering the entire battlefield like a thorny forest.

"Lankelos, as long as you are still that Lankelos, you cannot ignore the Mind Fracture I left behind!"

La Xiaer sneered, controlling those tentacles to directly attack Lan Qi.

"You know, I don't even bother to waste magic power to block the power of your spell attack."

The moment the tentacles touched Lan Qi, they shattered instantly, like touching an invisible wall, turning into specks of blood-colored afterglow and dissipating in the air.

According to Talia and his previous review, this magic didn't have any substantial damage, mainly to apply negative states.

With Lankelos's magic resistance, he could completely take it head-on.

After taking it this time, he really didn't feel anything.

As expected, the two of them liking to review was a good habit. From the beginning of collaborating on card creation, they hadn't stopped talking about reviewing.

"...?"

La Xiaer couldn't believe that his proud mental magic was ineffective.

He was 100% sure that this guy was Lankelos, and his body still had the Mind Fracture he had given him. Once detonated, he would definitely be in unbearable pain.

Why could he ignore it?

Did his heart have no scars at all?

"Are you really Lankelos?!"

La Xiaer finally realized a terrible conclusion that subverted all his previous inferences.

"La Xiaer, you are easier to fight than Talia."

Lan Qi's expression was calm, as if nothing had happened.

He raised his right hand, and lightning as bright as daylight burst out from his palm, carrying the force of ten thousand jun of thunder, striking directly at La Xiaer.

La Xiaer quickly summoned a blood-colored magic barrier, trying to resist this fatal blow, but where the electric light passed, the barrier shattered like paper, and the lightning heavily hit La Xiaer's chest, blasting his slender figure away, smashing a huge hole in the wall of the Blood King's Palace.

"Talia... who is it!!!"

La Xiaer struggled to get up from the ruins, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

He never expected that not only was Pope Holy Spirit Lant's strength so terrifying, but even his state of mind had changed like a person.

The Pope's inexplicable words were almost tantamount to admitting that he was not Lankelos!

What made La Xiaer even more unacceptable was that the guy named "Talia," judging from the Pope's tone, seemed very weak, and the Pope actually said that he was not as good as Talia!

"The only being who can affect me with mental magic."

The Pope in white robes replied.

At this point, Talia, who was making a fuss in his heart, stopped.

"I don't accept it! I don't accept it! You are not allowed to humiliate me in this way!"

La Xiaer roared, summoning countless blood-colored tentacles again, swarming up like the arms of a demon. They twisted and coiled, intending to entangle Lan Qi's limbs. At the same time, countless dark red mental attacks followed.

But Lan Qi didn't dodge.

He walked straight towards La Xiaer.

Once this step was taken, it was unstoppable.

The moment the tentacles touched the Pope in white robes, they sizzled like encountering a raging fire and shattered.

"Don't come over!"

La Xiaer's eyes were bloodshot, completely disbelieving that his spells were ineffective.

The Pope in white robes approached La Xiaer, each step making him feel like his brain was trembling.

La Xiaer's magic power was as fragile as a cardboard castle in front of him, and it collapsed in an instant.

Until the man in white robes stretched out his hand, his fingertip pressed on La Xiaer's forehead.

The palm was surging with dazzling white light, like a scorching sun.

"Ahhh...!!"

La Xiaer let out a shrill scream, feeling as if countless needles were piercing his brain, and his soul was burning.

Taking advantage of this gap, Marquis Somerset, the Eighth Primogenitor, rushed up with his tattered body.

His muscles all over his body bulged, as hard as if cast in steel.

Now, the only one in the Blood King's Palace who could cause harm to the Pope was him!

"You are not even one-ten-thousandth as good as Talia."

Lan Qi raised his hand and tapped lightly, and sharp air blades appeared out of thin air, whistling in all directions of the square.

Wherever they passed, the ground shattered in response, and crisscrossing cracks spread like a spider web.

Even if Duke La Xiaer helped Marquis Somerset condense ten thousand layers of barriers, the sharpness of those air blades was too terrifying, and they once again severed Marquis Somerset's entire body. Just brushing past Duke La Xiaer's side behind him, they tore the sleeves of his dress, and blood splattered.

The terrified Marquis Helitiere knew that she couldn't let Marquis Somerset fall, and tried her best to help Marquis Somerset reorganize his body, as if to reverse time and restore him.

The next moment, invisible magic suddenly solidified the space.

"!"

She realized that she had made a bad move.

Helitiere suddenly felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave, and her limbs were shrouded in unprecedented horror.

She saw Marquis Somerset lose his mind like a亡灵傀儡(wang ling kui lei, undead puppet).

He had quietly flashed behind her and La Xiaer at some point, his hands firmly clamping her and La Xiaer's slender necks.

Marquis Somerset held Marquis Helitiere and Duke La Xiaer as if he was picking up two chicks.

"Pope... you evil guy..."

Helitiere squeezed out a few words with difficulty from between her teeth, her hands scratching at Somerset's wrists in vain, but unable to shake them in the slightest.

This time, the Pope had predicted that she would fully heal the weakened Marquis Somerset. Not only did he not stop her, but he took the opportunity to control Marquis Somerset.

The Pope could always react one step ahead, clearly guessing when Helitiere would use her spells, and using spells beyond Helitiere's predictions.

This suffocating sense of oppression made her frantically burn her magic power, searching the timeline for a key point that could reverse the battle, but every line led to the same ending – termination.

She knelt on the ground in despair, the starlight shattered before her eyes, and could no longer guide any path.

"I fight against an old woman who reads my mind in my heart twenty-four hours a day. It would be strange if your divination technique could be useful to me."

Lan Qi pressed forward, gathering dazzling white light in his palm and slashing towards the location of the Primogenitors.

"Motherfucker, do I have to repeat this sentence?"

Talia finally couldn't bear it anymore and cursed.

"Why, so strong..."

Helitiere muttered to herself tremblingly.

This was no longer a level that could be described as the limit of the ninth tier.

To express her feelings.

That was that she had met a "God."

Omniscient and omnipotent - God.

"This is the evil ghost that you created in this Blood Moon Bad World."

Lan Qi stretched out his hand, and black and translucent stone pillars rose from the ground, surrounding them to form three indestructible tombs.

"Of course, this may not be just his power alone. He just happened to survive to the end every time... inheriting everything left behind by his companions..."

The three Primogenitors struggled to escape, but their bodies were firmly imprisoned by an invisible force, unable to move.

The stone pillars slowly sank into the ground, taking Marquis Helitiere, the Seventh Primogenitor, and Marquis Somerset, the Eighth Primogenitor, with them into the endless abyss.

Only Duke La Xiaer, the strongest Third Primogenitor, was still resisting.

"Lankelos, do you really think you've won!! Do you think we didn't prepare anything?!"

La Xiaer roared, his voice like coughing up blood.

"You think sealing us will end everything?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a terrifying laugh burst out.

The laughter echoed in the ruins of the Blood King's Palace, seemingly tearing apart the space of Blood Moon City.

"..."

The Pope in white robes was silent.

"Huoning Empire..."

"The Huoning Empire is already doomed. All the people in the south have been infected by the Second Primogenitor's blood poison. You are suppressing their demonization. Once you are sealed, the people of Huoning will all become demons, and the Holy Spirit Lant territory in the north will also suffer!"

Lan Qi preemptively answered.

He helped La Xiaer tell the answer.

"..."

La Xiaer's laughter stopped abruptly, disregarding the blood he was coughing up.

The ear-piercing laughter was cut off in the Blood King's Palace Square.

"No... impossible..."

Many scenes and images flashed through La Xiaer's trembling pupils.

"You are the prey, I am the hunter, it is impossible, it is impossible for it to be reversed like this..."

La Xiaer seemed to slowly, completely, understand.

Why Lankelos would make a big fuss in the Holy Spirit Lant.

Why the one who backstabbed him was Saintess Sigrai, second only to him.

Why he had to pretend to be crazy and slaughter the Huoning Empire provinces indiscriminately before coming here.

Everything, everything, had only one answer: he, La Xiaer, had been played by Lankelos in the palm of his hand.

"By the way, La Xiaer."

Lan Qi seemed to have thought of something, and looked at the Third Primogenitor and spoke.

"Why doesn't your True King want you anymore?"

Lan Qi asked, looking at the Third Primogenitor La Xiaer, who was about to be covered by the rock pillar, with concern.

He had heard La Xiaer say at the end last time that if it weren't for the First Primogenitor, the Blood Clan True King, abandoning them, they wouldn't have been defeated.

"..."

La Xiaer's crimson pupils gradually became empty, and then completely mad.

"No!!! Lankelos, I will kill you, ahhhhh!!!"

La Xiaer shouted hoarsely.

Duke La Xiaer was dragged into the intertwined stone pillars, and he resisted with all his strength, increasingly furiously, his eyes bloodshot, his veins bulging, and blood foam overflowing from the corners of his mouth.

"No, I just cared about you for a moment, why are you in such a hurry?"

Lan Qi sighed in confusion, putting his hands on his hips.

The chimera stone pillars, like prison doors, made a dull sound under the impetus of Lan Qi's magic power. As the gaps slowly closed, the figures of each other reflected in the emerald green and scarlet pupils were gradually covered by darkness.

La Xiaer's voice gradually disappeared.

At the same time, Blood Moon City trembled violently, forcing Lan Qi to stabilize his figure and look at the sky.

Above Blood Moon City, in the Huoning Empire's territory that had not yet been destroyed, turbid air filled the air, and demons danced wildly.

It was clearly the time of the brilliant sunset before, but at this moment, miasma covering the sky and the sun shrouded the entire Huoning Empire.

The doomsday turmoil left behind by the Blood Clan arrived as scheduled.

Lan Qi looked up, his vision penetrating far away. He saw the sky covered in gray-black and blood-red, and a deathly gray sun hung weakly in the sky, with no temperature or light.

"Lan Qi, let's go."

Talia said in his heart.

"It may be a long time later, but I will be with you."

She knew that the next battle would still be a bitter one.

But since Lan Qi had chosen to experience it personally, this was his cultivation and trial.

As Lan Qi's always serious and responsible teacher, she would supervise the battle to the end.

"Let's start the final advance to the north."

The figure of the Pope in white robes disappeared in the Blood King's Palace.

When he reappeared, he had come to the ground of Saint Trick, the ruined capital of the Huoning Empire.

Lan Qi flew into the distance.

He had cleaned up the south as much as possible.

But the central part of the Huoning Empire, heading north, had now turned into a living hell. Further north, the Holy Spirit Lant Empire was the last pure land that had not yet fallen into the abyss of demonization.

An army of demons was surging towards there, in such large numbers that it was unstoppable.

He was going to complete Lankelos's final battle.

……

A few days later.

Helsrhine Province, on the northern border of Huoning.

Blood stained the Oberon Canal red.

Tens of thousands of lives withered under the ravages of the demons.

Far away from the hellish front line.

A lonely figure was still bathing in the blood of countless demons in the depths of the Huoning Empire, blocking most of the demon attacks for the Holy Spirit Lant Empire.

At this moment, he was long gone the glory of the past.

The once holy white robe was stained black and red by blood and mud, the arms holding the scepter were covered with scars, and the silver-white mask had completely shattered, revealing a face that could no longer maintain its disguise.

Blood was constantly seeping from the corner of his mouth, dripping down his chin and mixing with the dirt on his body.

The sky above his head was still a gray and dead silence, and the land was even more devastated.

The Pope stood firmly at the mouth of the abyss.

No one knew how long he had struggled in this hell, and how many demons he had killed.

His destiny had already passed its end point and turned into an undead.

The rules on the undead side were eroding his will little by little, but the remaining reason told him that he had to continue blocking the demon army.

The body of the living dead was collapsing and rotting little by little. The flesh under the broken skin was blurred with blood, and his internal organs were almost broken. Every breath was accompanied by heart-wrenching pain, and even more terrifying was the curse that devoured his soul.

But every spell he used could save tens of thousands of innocent lives.

"A super-sized demon has been discovered! Stop the rear troops!"

The entire army called out in formation, cutting through the dead air.

Following the sound, Lan Qi saw a group of figures riding silver-armored steeds.

Silver shining armor, bright spears, and fluttering flags.

That was the Holy Spirit Lant Temple Knights Corps that had rushed from the north, the elite who had sworn to follow Pope Holy Spirit Lant on his conquests in the past.

And the leader of the legion—

She held the hilt of her sword, her purple eyes revealing a look of hesitation, and her light-colored hair fluttered in the swift wind, like a dazzling banner.

Seeing this figure, a hint of relief instantly涌上(yong shang, welled up)Lan Qi's heart.

With Sigrai there, blocking the next few waves of demon attacks would not be a problem.

But the next second, when the Temple Knights saw the figure of the demon clearly, they also understood who this super-sized demon was.

"The entire army is in formation!!"

"Why has Pope Lankelos also been demonized into a demon!"

The faces of the Temple Knights were full of disbelief and horror.

They gasped for the cool air permeated with blood.

From the accessories on the demon's body, they all indicated that he was Pope Holy Spirit Lant.

Those eyes, which were once as gentle as jade, now had a terrifying green light, and the sunken eye sockets were like two pitch-black abysses, wanting to suck in people's souls.

This was no longer their once beloved Pope, but clearly the most terrifying monster!

Even if they understood that the Pope's fall was a tragedy, they would still feel a heart-wrenching pain at seeing the Pope turn into this appearance at this moment.

"Quick... retreat...!"

The Knights' Commander shouted tremblingly, his voice almost broken.

The silver-armored knights retreated in an orderly manner, their silver spears pointing at the Pope in white robes.

A frenzied demon would make the original strength skyrocket. If the Pope was demonized, then he would be invincible!

Now, it depended on whether Her Majesty Sigrai could defeat him again.

"Sigrai..."

Looking at all this, the Pope's eyes were full of relieved smiles, and the last bit of strength he had been holding on to had dissipated.

He, with his dim vision, called out her name.

The opening and closing vision was shaking.

"..."

He saw Sigrai crying, shouting his name heart-wrenchingly, and running towards him.

But before he could touch him.

The Pope's body had come to an end in the long battle.

At the moment when his skin cracked and fell off, his flesh blurred and rotted, and his internal organs were completely broken, even that noble head turned into a团黑雾(tuan hei wu, mass of black mist)under the erosion of the curse.

Sigrai扑成了空(pu cheng le kong, lunged in vain), only scattered accessories remained on the ground.

"No, don't...!"

She knelt on the ground, her mind blank, tears falling like broken pearls, her helpless hands trying to gather the Pope's碎尸(sui shi, fragmented corpse), but they escaped from her hands like quicksand.

Sigrai seemed to be confessing and begging, constantly saying something.

But Lan Qi could no longer hear it.

Lan Qi watched his body disintegrate and turn into dust little by little.

He could only let his vision be slowly shrouded in black mist, and Sigrai also disappeared before his eyes.

The curse of the Undying Eternal Punishment made his soul completely eternal and immortal, and also took away his five senses…

……

When his consciousness re凝聚(ning ju, coalesced), Lan Qi came to that strange space.

Accurately speaking, this could no longer be called a "space."

There was no light, no sound, and no trace of any实体(shi ti, substance)existence.

He was still staying in this world, but he couldn't touch anything, see anything, or exchange senses with any实体(shi ti, substance).

He would be eternally floating in a realm that even death couldn't touch.

Looking around, there was only endless darkness, seemingly to devour people's souls.

Lan Qi stood in the black mist, this time without the slightest emotion, but seemed to be still thinking about something.

Talia understood what Lan Qi was thinking.

"This ending is too cruel for Sigrai."

Talia couldn't forget Sigrai's final appearance for a long time, and her heart was aching.

She believed that Lan Qi felt the same.

Although this was, relatively speaking, the best ending that could be achieved in the Blood Moon Bad World.

But for the rest of Sigrai's life, she would have to bear the pain of Lankelos's life.

"Sometimes, living may be a punishment, and death is liberation."

Lan Qi shook his head.

He really wanted to hear what Sigrai's last dialogue with Lankelos was.

But the number of times the Tiberius Mirror could be used had been exhausted, and he had no chance to hear the content of Sigrai's words.

Unless after this Shadow World, he could still get a Kaliere Shadow Weaving recording treasure.

"Well, these are all predetermined histories from ten thousand years ago. Even if Lankelos felt guilty towards Sigrai, you can't help him repay it, can you?"

Talia enlightened Lan Qi, talking to him.

Unlike Lankelos's situation, Lan Qi still had her in the dark space.

Even at this moment, she could share her senses with Lan Qi and help Lan Qi dispel his loneliness.

"That's true."

Lan Qi agreed.

"But thinking about it carefully, Lankelos met two destined women in his lifetime, but neither of them had a good ending, becoming eternal regrets."

Talia also sighed sadly.

For Lankelos, Sigrai was almost the light of Lankelos's second half of his life. At his most confused moment, she gave him the motivation to live. She understood his heart at all times. In the twelve years, she was both Lankelos's most trusted person and the most trusted person in Lankelos. She was almost another Lankelos, and even Lankelos's entrustment of his life at the end could only be given to her.

She couldn't help but wonder, if there really was a缘分(yuan fen, fate)in the next life, and they met at first sight after ten thousand years, who would Lankelos choose...

"But this is Lankelos's life. Whether he regrets it or feels at ease, only he can evaluate it. To end the Blood Moon Bad World and fulfill his long-cherished wish can be considered a kind of 安息(an xi, rest)in a certain sense."

Lan Qi shook his head.

"Why is human life so short?"

Talia witnessed Lankelos's ending, and her mood of惋惜(wan xi, regret)had nowhere to vent.

Now she also didn't want to accept the fact that her little apprentice was human.

If he agreed, she would like to transform him into her命魂使魔(ming hun shi mo, soul-bound familiar) and share her life with him.

"I always feel that Lankelos's story is not over. If the dream I had in Flower Capital Pariuer was related to the Blood Moon Bad World, Lankelos after becoming a亡灵(wang ling, undead)and dying would also meet a very important woman..."

Lan Qi murmured, thinking.

But the memory of that dream was too fragmented, and he was about to forget what it was.

If the Lankelos in real history used the Tiberius Mirror three times and, after using it up, reproduced the process and ending of the third simulation in the real world, ending the Blood Moon Bad World, then Lankelos would be transformed into that black mist亡灵(wang ling, undead), wandering in the world, and might also stay in a place that he intuitively felt was familiar, until someone came to save him.

"I seem to have an impression."

Talia remembered that Lan Qi had bought two Reincarnation Jade together with her in Flower Capital Pariuer, and then Lan Qi fell asleep on a bench by the Seine River, leaning on her.

Lan Qi had a very long dream.

In the dream, the two of them倒反天罡(dao fan tian gang, reversed the order of heaven and earth), and Lan Qi became a black mist undead familiar, silently accompanying her sitting on the throne.

Later, when the two of them were making cards using Kaliere's Shadow Weaving in Flower Capital Pariuer, they had a similar dream.

They dreamed that Lan Qi had become a black mist亡灵(wang ling, undead)and was staying in the principal's office of the Purgatory Corridor Academy.

He met a little gray cat that could see him.

"But that's all I have an impression of."

Talia added.

The two couldn't come to a conclusion.

……

Lan Qi and Talia experienced the world that Lankelos saw after using the Undying Eternal Punishment on himself.

They talked from time to time, and were quiet from time to time.

I don't know how long it had been.

The Tiberius Mirror's simulation was greatly accelerated, and time was passing quickly, but no matter how fast time passed, forever was always forever.

They could only wait for Tamisha to pull out the energy source and rescue them outside the mirror.

"I don't know how long we'll have to wait this time."

Talia wasn't flustered this time, even though it had been a long time.

"By the way, have you figured out how to put the final punctuation mark on the Blood Moon Bad World when you return to the Shadow World?"

As long as they knew there was an end, it wasn't so scary.

"I've fought it three times. I know how to fight the Blood Clan in this era with my eyes closed. Anyway, Marquis Bernhard, the Ninth Primogenitor, will definitely be the first to fall."

Lan Qi复盘(fu pan, reviewed)confidently.

This time, he had told Tamisha to pull out the energy source in the central energy room in two hours, and it was estimated that it was almost time. This time, he and Talia had also waited a long time.

"Wait, you're not going to Narakalis, the Demon King's City, to ask for help, are you?"

Talia suddenly realized that if Lan Qi couldn't use ninth-tier power and couldn't use the Undying Eternal Punishment.

Then the remaining平替选项(ping ti xuan xiang, alternative option)would be to ask the archdemons for help. Of course, this was