Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1148 788: Lankros’s Destiny_2

No one knew what negative effects this unbreakable Curse Mark, added to oneself, would have.

Perhaps what awaited him was the punishment of an immortal soul, unable to be released even after his flesh decayed.

Even so, Saint Polante Pope came to take them away before dying.

"You will not hunt me; you only hunt those unarmed. I must block your path, and I will always block it."

Lanci's hand returned behind him, circles of lightning spread outward from his feet on the Stone Slab, rippling until it illuminated the entire Blood Moon City.

His eyes, like the coldest ice lake in winter, stared at his opponent through the sharp edges of the lightning.

At this moment, thunder roared like a heavenly waterfall.

Like devouring everything, the incandescent storm engulfed the entire Blood Moon City!

"Ah!!!"

In the purifying lightning, washing away all filth of the world, all three Ancestors let out demon-like wails.

"Using Thunder Magic, which you're not adept at, don't look down on us!"

Among the three Ancestors, only he could barely move in this comprehensive Spell of light and thunder.

Duke Rashal was the first to launch an attack.

His body surged with blood-red Magic Power, his eyes instantly turning pitch black, almost like two bottomless voids.

Countless dark red Spirit tendrils rapidly extended from him, enveloping the entire battlefield like a thorny forest.

"No matter how firm your will is, it is just dust blown away in the face of my Spiritual Magic!"

Rashal sneered, controlling those tendrils to strike directly at Lanci,

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"Don't forget, you still have that Spiritual Fissure I left on you."

This weak human, his spirit world already full of holes, any seemly well-forged determination was just because the weak Lankros could only grasp such a solitary future!

"Is that so?"

However, when the tendrils touched Lanci, they hit an invisible wall, instantly shattering into specks of blood-colored light, dissipating in the air.

Rashal's eyes widened, disbelieving that his proud Spiritual Magic had no effect.

He was 100,000 percent sure this guy was Lankros, still bearing the Spiritual Fissure he inflicted.

That was a wound from a Ninth-Order Epic Spell.

Why could he ignore it?

"Are you really Lankros?! You have his power and memories, but an unblemished state of mind, who are you really?!"

Rashal shouted.

"I am here to listen to your wails."

Lanci was calm, as if nothing had happened.

He raised his right hand, a lightning bolt bright as daylight burst from his palm, carrying the force of thunder, striking directly at Rashal.

Rashal quickly summoned a blood-colored magical barrier, trying to block the deadly blow, but where the lightning passed, the barrier shattered like paper, the lightning striking Rashal's chest heavily, flinging his slender figure against the wall of the Blood King Palace, creating a huge dent.

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

Rashal struggled to rise from the rubble, blood spilling from his mouth.

He never expected that not only was Saint Polante Pope's strength so terrifying, but his state of mind was entirely different, too.

It was as if he had sublimated all the great bitterness and adversity, learned to infuse tea, awakened to everything, moving away mental corners, using pain to accentuate joy, and unveiling danger to reveal sweetness, he had attained enlightenment and understood the human world!

"Do not underestimate humans, you of the Blood Clan have catalyzed these humans in the Blood Moon Bad World, now it's your turn to face the consequences."

Lanci stared at the three Ancestors before him, his lips slightly raised, emanating a confidence that sent shivers down the Ancestors' spines.

"I do not acknowledge this!! Humans cannot resist us!! It is destiny!!"

Rashal roared, summoning a sky of blood-colored tendrils again, like devil's arms swarming, twisting and spiraling, trying to entangle Lanci's limbs, while countless dark red Spirit attacks followed suit.

But Lanci simply waved his hand, and the storm dispersed in front of him, blocking all attacks.

The tendrils touched the Wind Blade and instantly hissed like encountering a fierce flame, exploding completely.

Rashal's Spirit attacks also fell apart, all severed by the Wind Blade, instead causing severe injury to Rashal himself, blood continuously spilling from his mouth.

The Eighth Primogenitor, Somerset, took this opportunity to charge with a roar.

His muscles bulged, as rigid as if cast in steel.

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

Each of his punches harbored the power to destroy heaven and earth, the air around them crushed by his fierce punch wind.

Even if the Pope had Ninth-order power and could cause multiple damages to their Blood Clan, his own body couldn't withstand his punches without damage!

Facing this ferocious beast, Lanci seemed more than capable.

He agilely dodged Somerset's attacks, his movements light and graceful, as if dancing a waltz.

Somerset's punches repeatedly missed, smashing into the ground raising clouds of dust, while Lanci was unscathed, not a speck of dust on his clothes.

"You only know how to sneak attacks."

Lanci dodged while laughing.

He seized the opportunity, as Somerset threw another punch, a Wind Blade hand chop aimed at his right arm.

With a "snap" sound, Somerset's right arm was severed, blood spurting out.