Chapter 789 Rankross's Destiny

The Eighth Progenitor, Marquis Somerset, instinctively took half a step back, tensing his muscles.

But he was fixed by the Third Progenitor, Duke Rashaar's gloomy gaze.

"..."

The Third Progenitor, Rashaar, once again turned his gaze to the Pope.

They were all certain that Pope Saint-Perrant should have fallen from the ninth tier and embarked on the final road of human's short life.

A mere eighth-tier, aging Pope coming to Bloodmoon City alone was undoubtedly courting death.

Rankross should be filled with despair, fight with several of their progenitors, and then be shattered his glass body, cut to only half a body left, shaved into an ugly human pig, held in hand for public humiliation, see clearly that the sacrifice of a group of insects was all meaningless, and end his incompetent life in disappointment.

He should not, and could not, still maintain a state of complete prosperity far exceeding that of four years ago!
This was completely different from Helitriar's divination results.

"Your Holiness, is there any misunderstanding between us?"

The Third Progenitor, Duke Rashaar, shifted his gaze to the Pope in the distance, his young voice also becoming much more solemn as he asked him.

"You want to reconcile?"

Ranchi asked in surprise.

"Of course."

The Third Progenitor, Rashaar, nodded sincerely.

Helitriar's divination would not be wrong. It was already a miracle that the Pope could live to this day. His lifespan was coming to an end, an unchangeable fact. In at most a few more days, the Pope would definitely be buried.

Three years ago, when they created a false image of peace to reach a compromise of surrender, the Pope was not so strong yet and could not break into Bloodmoon City at all.

In these years, in order to prevent the Pope from coming to them for trouble and revenge midway, they had also been making preparations.

Now there was no reason to confront this guy head-on.

"Are you joking?"

Ranchi was amused by the Third Progenitor.

It was a bit insulting to his intelligence.

He still wanted to make him stop the war once again, wait until he died before revealing his true colors.

"I still prefer your unyielding appearance."

The white-robed Pope commented on the Third Progenitor, Duke Rashaar.

"Pope, don't be too aggressive. We have been following the Oberon Convention. On the contrary, you want to break the hard-earned peace and become a sinner of all time, making the sacrifices of your friends all in vain?"

The Eighth Progenitor, Marquis Somerset, pointed at Ranchi and rebuked him angrily.

"I now know why Tolyado named you to fight."

Ranchi not only did not get angry, but also sighed in relief.

At that time, he was on the second floor of the Brilda Opera House and did not pay attention to why the Dimensional Bishop Tolyado had to choose Somerset, this tough blood race warrior, when selecting his opponent.

Now it seemed that Somerset really met Tolyado's standards for amusement.

If Somerset had offended and angered Tolyado, this great demon general, after being unsealed for tens of thousands of years, then Tolyado would naturally teach Somerset what it means that the wicked will be punished by the wicked.

"Who is Tolyado?"

Somerset frowned in confusion.

He felt that the Pope was somewhat inexplicable.

"You will know in tens of thousands of years."

Ranchi replied with a light smile under his mask.

"Tens of thousands of years..."

This unintentional remark, which did not sound like a joke, caused a trace of confusion to flash in the eyes of the Seventh Progenitor, Marquis Helitriar.

...

"Pope, which timeline are you in now?"

Helitriar questioned the Pope as if she had discovered an extremely terrifying fact.

"Guess."

Ranchi knew that Helitriar, as a blood race astrologer, had a natural sensitivity to timelines like the demon race observer Pranay.

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

The Seventh Progenitor, Helitriar, became more and more shocked and angry as she thought about it.

"Just take it as I'm lying to you."

Ranchi spread his hands easily.

"Ranchi, you've messed up her mind, haha."

Talia laughed as she watched the battle.

She found that the greatest fear for an astrologer was to mess up the astrologer's sense of time.

It was impossible for Helitriar to understand that this was actually the past future for the enemy.

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

Helitriar still couldn't understand, but only one thing was certain, and her blood-colored pupils were full of anger.

The Pope was able to kill over so decisively, as if he knew everything, and was able to use the Immortal Eternal Punishment on himself so ruthlessly, maintaining his state regardless of the cost or consequences, he must have seen something!
"Yes."

Ranchi put his hand on his cheek, turned his mask to the side, and let them see the black brand crawling like a centipede on his left cheek.

"So don't expect me to be weak, or for you to escape."

He frankly spoke, telling them the answer.

The silver-white mask half-covered his cheek, and the playful eyelids at the top of the black centipede, as well as the clear and cold green pupils, made the three progenitors feel chilled.

"You madman..."

They had never seen such an enchanting Pope Saint-Perrant.

It was as if he was completely possessed by a demon.

"Demon race, it's the demon race again, it must be some demon race secret treasure left by that cheap thing Kariera that allowed you to divine the future!"

The Third Progenitor, Duke Rashaar, shouted in exasperation.

"Rankross... you undead thing... must you come to stand in our way?!"

The Third Progenitor finally did not hide the ferocity in his eyes, understanding that he would have to fight Pope Saint-Perrant to the death today, and his blood-red magic power climbed steadily.

The most terrifying thing about the [Immortal Eternal Punishment] magic was not using it on the enemy, but using it on oneself.

No one knew what kind of negative effects this unsolvable curse would have when applied to oneself.

Perhaps waiting for him would be the punishment of immortal soul after the flesh rotted, unable to be freed for eternity.

Even so, Pope Saint-Perrant was going to take them away before he died.

"You won't chase me, you will only chase those who are unarmed. I must block your path, and I will always block your path."

Ranchi put his hand back behind him, and circles of lightning spread out from under his feet, drawing ripples on the stone slabs, until Eternal Radiance illuminated the entire Bloodmoon City.

His eyes, like the coldest ice lake in winter, stared at his opponents through the sharpness of the electric light.

At this moment, the sky was filled with thunder.

Like devouring whales, the all-encompassing white-hot storm covered the entire Bloodmoon City!

...

"Ahhh!!!"

In the pure lightning that cleansed all the filth in the world, the three progenitors all let out ghostly wails.

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

Among the three progenitors, only he could barely move in this comprehensive magic of light and lightning.

Duke Rashaar took the lead in launching an attack.

His body was surging with blood-red magic power, and his eyes instantly became extremely dark, almost two bottomless black holes.

Countless dark red spiritual tentacles extended rapidly from his body, covering the entire battlefield like a dense thorn forest.

"No matter how firm your will is, in front of my spiritual magic, it is just dust that fades with the wind!"

Rashaar sneered, manipulating those tentacles to directly attack Ranchi.
"Don't forget, you still have the mental rift I left on you."

This weak human, his spiritual world was already riddled with holes. Any firmness that seemed to have been tempered was only because the weak Rankross could only grasp such a lonely future!

"Is that so?"

However, when the tentacles touched Ranchi, they shattered instantly, as if hitting an invisible wall, turning into specks of blood-colored afterglow that dissipated in the air.

Rashaar's eyes widened, unable to believe that his proud spiritual magic had no effect.

He was one hundred and one percent sure that this guy was Rankross, and he still had the mental rift he had given him.

That was the scar brought by a ninth-tier epic spell.

Why could he ignore it?

"Are you really Rankross?! You have his strength and memories, but you have a flawless state of mind. Who exactly are you?!"

Rashaar shouted.

"I am here to listen to your wails."

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

He raised his right hand, and a lightning bolt as bright as day burst out from his palm, carrying the force of ten thousand jun of thunder and directly劈ing towards Rashaar.

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

"Are you really... a human...?"

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

He never expected that Pope Saint-Perrant was not only so terrifyingly strong, but also had a completely different state of mind.

It was as if he had sublimated all the great suffering and learned to digest tea, awakened from everything he was obsessed with, removed the last dead corner of his heart, used pain to set off joy, and made treachery show the sweetness of the aftermath, and understood the world thoroughly!

"Don't underestimate humans, this is the human race that you blood race gave birth to in the Bloodmoon Bad World. Now it's your turn to face the consequences."

Ranchi stared at the three progenitors in front of him, the corners of his lips slightly raised, exuding a confidence that made the progenitors shudder.

"I don't approve!! Humans cannot resist us!! It's destined!!"

Rashaar roared, summoning a sky full of blood-colored tentacles again, swarming up like the arms of demons. They twisted and spiraled, intending to entangle Ranchi's limbs. At the same time, countless dark red mental attacks followed.

...

But Ranchi just waved his hand gently, and the storm spread out in front of him, blocking all the attacks.

The moment the tentacles touched the wind blade, they hissed like they encountered a raging fire and exploded.

Rashaar's spiritual attacks also collapsed, all being cut off by the wind blade, causing Rashaar himself to suffer heavy damage, and blood continued to spill from his mouth.

The Eighth Progenitor, Somerset, took advantage of this gap and rushed up with a roar.

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

"Pope, do you dare to take my fist head-on!"

Each of his punches contained the power to destroy the world. The fist wind was fierce, and the surrounding air was crushed to pieces.

Even if the Pope had the ninth tier and could cause multiple times the damage to their blood race, his body itself could not withstand his fist force and return unscathed!

Faced with this fierce beast, Ranchi seemed to be at ease.

He nimbly dodged Somerset's attacks, his movements light and elegant, as if he were dancing a waltz.

Somerset's fists missed every time, hitting the ground and stirring up dust all over the sky, but Ranchi was unscathed, not even a speck of dust touched his clothes.

"You only know how to sneak attack."

Ranchi said with a smile while dodging.

He seized the opportunity, and at the moment when Somerset punched again, he used a hand knife wind blade to cut towards his right arm.

There was only a crisp "嘎巴" sound, and Somerset's right arm was cut off at the root, and blood spurted out.

"Ah!!!"

Somerset let out a scream and retreated in pain.

He looked at his broken right arm in disbelief, his face full of shock and fear.

Before he could pull away, the ghostly white-robed masked figure had already chopped down towards his neck with a silver-white jagged halo.

In just a few breaths, Somerset was dismembered into several large pieces.

Seeing that the two progenitors had been defeated one after another, the Seventh Progenitor, Helitriar, knew that something was wrong.

She quickly treated and supported the two progenitors, and tried to predict Ranchi's next move.

Countless stars flickered before her eyes, outlining intricate timelines.

"Somerset, hold on for a while! Rashaar, get out of the way, he's targeting you!"

Helitriar used the invisible magic of the linking magic to guide the actions of Rashaar and Somerset.

With her prediction, the two people's offensive was finally no longer monotonous, and they began to find the right opportunity. Ranchi seemed to have seen through all of this.

He could always react one step ahead, appearing in a position that Helitriar did not expect, and even smiled and turned his head to look at Helitriar.

Gradually, Helitriar's mental voice became more and more flustered. Her predictions not only failed to help her companions, but instead pushed them into dangerous situations again and again.

"You, how can you?"

Helitriar's eyes widened, her face full of disbelief.

As the most outstanding astrologer in the blood race, her predictions had never failed, but today she was easily seen through by Ranchi, which simply subverted her cognition.

Even if he had used special methods to divine their blood race's plans, he himself did not have the talent and ability to divine, and it was impossible for him to constantly counter her predictions in battle.

"Don't you understand?"

Ranchi chuckled and waved his hand to release a series of sharp rock spikes, firmly钉ing Somerset to the ground so that he could not move.

He teleported to Rashaar again, stepped on Rashaar's back with one foot, and sat on Rashaar as leisurely as if he were sitting on an air seat.

"As long as I also fight randomly, you won't be able to predict what I'm going to do next."

Ranchi was always changing his attack intentions.

Each attack had several possibilities, and he gave randomness to each possibility, and he chose randomly.

"Don't go too far!"

The Third Progenitor, Rashaar, roared, but he couldn't move the Pope on his back, who was as heavy as a mountain range.

No enemy had ever dared to say that he could fight to the death with them so contemptuously!
"Let go of Rashaar!"

Seeing this, the Eighth Progenitor, Marquis Somerset, who had reorganized his body, was furious.

His eyes were bloodshot, and the muscles all over his body swelled to the limit, resembling a mad beast.

He raised his left fist and blasted towards Ranchi. Wherever the fist wind passed, the void was crushed, and the world was shaking for it.

Ranchi was not flustered.

He nimbly dodged this brute force blow, and then, he put one hand on Somerset's arm, and the other hand探ed upwards, and hit Somerset's eyebrows like lightning. A pure light poured in from his fingertips and rammed into Somerset's body.

Somerset let out a shrill scream, only feeling that the blood all over his body was as if it had been purified.

"Somerset, dodge! Be careful of his lightning strike!"

Helitriar manipulated the starlight and shouted in a communication channel that only their blood race could hear.

But her warnings were always a step late.

Before Rashaar could run, and before Somerset could react, they were hit by Ranchi's attack head-on.

Somerset was pierced through his arm by a series of sharp rock spikes, while Rashaar was hit in the chest by a thunderous lightning strike.

"I'm fighting against an old woman who reads my mind all day long, twenty-four hours a day. It would be strange if your divination technique could be useful to me."

Ranchi took advantage of the victory to pursue, gathering dazzling white light in his palm, and slashing towards the direction where the progenitors were.

A giant light blade that ran across the battlefield suddenly formed. Wherever it passed, blood splattered, and severed limbs fell.

The Third Progenitor, Duke Rashaar, the Eighth Progenitor, Marquis Somerset, and the Seventh Progenitor, Marquis Helitriar, did not have time to dodge, and their bodies were all cut off by the light blade, and screams rang out.

Seeing this, Helitriar finally panicked.

She frantically burned her magic power to search the timeline for key points that could reverse the battle, but every line led to the same ending - chaos and uncertainty.

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

"Why, can't win..."

Helitriar muttered to herself tremblingly.

Ranchi stood with his hands behind his back, overlooking the three wounded progenitors.

"I said, I will always block your Bloodmoon Bad World."

He spoke slowly, his voice flat.

He stretched out his hand, and black, crystal clear stone pillars rose from the ground, surrounding them into an indestructible cage.

The three progenitors struggled to escape, but their bodies were firmly禁锢ed by an invisible force, unable to move.

"It's time to reveal the answer to you who know nothing about the meaning of eternity."

Ranchi no longer played with elemental magic with them, but used his sealing technique, [Immortal Eternal Punishment] and [Chimeric Edict].
"This cage is凝成ed by my will and can last for at least tens of thousands of years. Don't think about leaving half a step. Repent here well until the day we meet again."

As soon as he finished speaking, the stone pillars slowly sank into the ground, taking the Seventh Progenitor, Marquis Helitriar, and the Eighth Progenitor, Marquis Somerset, into the endless abyss.

Only the strongest Third Progenitor, Duke Rashaar, was still resisting.

"I am the Third Progenitor, second only to the True King and the Princes. It is not so easy to seal me!"

The Third Progenitor, Duke Rashaar, stubbornly supported the chimeric rock pillars, wrestling with them, shouting in resentment.
"If it weren't for that damn True King abandoning us, how could we have lost to you!"

Rashaar's scarlet eyes were full of unwillingness.

"So you are actually abandoned failures?"

Ranchi stared at the Third Progenitor Rashaar who was about to be covered by the rock pillar and asked in confusion.

...

"No!!!"

Rashaar shouted hoarsely.

Duke Rashaar was dragged into the staggered stone pillars by an invisible force. He did not give up, but tried his best to resist, his eyes bloodshot, his veins bulging, and blood foam溢 from the corners of his mouth.

"See you in tens of thousands of years, Rashaar."

The chimeric stone pillars made a dull sound like the door of a confessional under the impetus of Ranchi's magic power. As the gap slowly closed, the opponent in Ranchi and Rashaar's eyes was gradually covered by black.

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

Rashaar shouted, his voice hoarse and crazy.
"Do you think everything will be over if you seal us?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a creepy laugh broke out.

The laughter echoed in the ruins of the Blood King's Palace, as if it was about to tear the space of Bloodmoon City apart.

Ranchi frowned, but didn't take it too seriously.

He raised his hand and continued to seal the Third Progenitor Rashaar, turned and left, preparing to completely end this Bloodmoon Bad World, but he heard Rashaar's next sentence.

"The Honing Empire is already doomed! All the people in the south are infected with the Second Progenitor's blood poison, and I am suppressing their demonization. Once I am sealed, all the people of Honing will become demons, and the Saint-Perrant Papal State in the north will also suffer!"

After Rashaar finished speaking, he laughed heartily, regardless of the blood he was coughing.

They had long prepared to destroy the Saint-Perrant Papal State these years, and the residents of the Honing Empire could also be buried together. They could slowly cultivate obedient bipedal sheep in the future.

It had to be said that the technology of the Honing Empire test site was a good thing. After being researched and improved by their blood race, the Honing people had already taken a large amount of demon toxin in their lives without realizing it these years.

As long as they wanted someone to become a demon, they only needed to reduce a little bit of mental suppression!
"Yahahaha! Hahaha! Unexpectedly, the Honing Empire's self-help measures to fight against our blood race have become our last trump card to destroy the Honing Empire."

The harsh laughter echoed in the Blood King's Palace Square.

Ranchi's footsteps stopped.

He turned around, and a trace of imperceptible hesitation flashed in his green eyes.

But soon, those eyes returned to firmness.

"Rankross, what should you do?! Watch this world be destroyed, or try to stop it like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, using all your strength to kill, and then you, who is a demon, and these demons will be mixed together and regarded by future surviving witnesses as the culprit who launched this catastrophe..."

As the chimeric rock pillars completely sealed, Rashaar's voice also disappeared in the Blood King's Palace.

At the same time, the earth began to shake violently, forcing Ranchi to stabilize his body and look at the sky.

He felt that above Bloodmoon City, in the Honing Empire's territory, turbid air was弥漫ing, demons were dancing wildly, the earth was roaring, and blood was晕染ing.

It was clearly daytime before, but now it was like a solar eclipse had begun. The sky-遮天蔽日ing miasma shrouded the entire Honing Empire.

Ranchi looked up, his line of sight penetrating very far. He saw that the sky was covered by gray-black and blood-red, and a deathly gray sun hung weakly in the sky, with no temperature or light.

...

The earth was裂开ing and collapsing in the震颤. Cracks spread out like spider webs.

The Saint-Terrick buildings collapsed with a crash and turned into ruins.

The people's cries for help rose and fell, but they were soon drowned out by even more terrifying sounds.

Groups of residents twisted and畸变ed in pain and panic, turning into terrifying demons.

They lost their humanity and rationality, leaving only the desire for bloodlust and destruction.

More people did not have time to蜕变成狂暴 demons, and became corpses in the chaos, trampling, and biting.

In the Honing Empire, everyone was a demon.

Wherever they passed, forests were instantly devoured, rivers were截断ed and rerouted, hills were razed to the ground, city states were as fragile as cardboard in front of them, churches were easily crushed, and the debris of buildings fell like raindrops.

The air was弥漫ed with the pungent smell of blood and flesh. The once繁华 city states were now only ruins and a living hell. The entire territory was shrouded in death.

"Ranchi, what to do?"

Talia's heart beat rapidly at this moment, and she asked慌张ly.

She understood the many causes and effects of the Honing Empire in the previous simulation and this simulation.

Once turned into a狂化ed and failed demon, it will burn its life until death, and its combat power will increase exponentially!
The north cannot resist this world-滅世狂潮ing wave of demons!

Sealing the Third Progenitor Rashaar resulted in an equally bad ending.

"..."

Ranchi stood on the underground ruins, raised his head and looked at all of this, without any expression on his face.

But his fists were clenched tighter and tighter.

Ranchi stared into the distance, his green eyes shimmering. For a moment, he saw a shadow of the future, a beautiful world without blood race tyranny, where humans lived and worked in peace.

This must also be the future Rankross saw when he used the Tiberius Mirror for the second time.

"Even the chosen throne needs someone to sit on it calmly."

He muttered to himself, his voice as firm as a rock.

He seemed to have understood.

[This is—]

[Rankross's destiny.]

(End of this chapter)