Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1150 788: Lankros’s Destiny_4
But her warnings were always a beat too slow.
Rashar was too late to run, and Somerset too slow to react, as they were hit squarely by Lanci's onslaught.
Somerset's arm was pierced by a succession of rocky spikes, while Rashar's chest was struck by a thunderous bolt of lightning.
"I am constantly fighting against an old woman who reads minds inside my head 24 hours a day; your Divination has no chance of affecting me—it would indeed be a wonder if it did."
Lanci pressed his advantage, accumulating a dazzling white light in his palm and slashing toward the direction where the Ancestors were located.
A massive light blade spanning the battlefield suddenly materialized, splashing blood and severing limbs wherever it passed.
The bodies of the Third Ancestor Duke Rashar, Eighth Ancestor Marquis Somerset and Seventh Ancestor Marquess Helitier were simultaneously sliced in two by the light blade, their screams incessant.
Seeing this, Helitier finally panicked.
She frantically burned Mana, searching the timeline for a turning point that could reverse the tide of battle, but each thread led to the same outcome—unfathomable chaos.
She knelt on the ground in despair, the stars before her eyes shattered, unable to guide her to any path.
"Why can't I... defeat them..."
Helitier murmured tremblingly.
Lanci stood with his hands behind him, looking down at the severely wounded three Ancestors.
"I told you, I will forever block your Blood Moon Bad World."
He spoke slowly, his voice calm.
He extended his hand, and one by one, black crystal-clear rock pillars emerged from the ground, forming an unbreakable cage.
The three Ancestors struggled to escape, but their bodies were firmly restrained by an invisible force, unable to move.
"You, who know nothing of eternity, it's time to reveal the answer to you."
Lanci no longer toyed with them using Elemental Magic, but instead used his Sealing Skill, [Immortal Eternal Penalty] and [Chimera Decree].
"This cage, formed by my will, can last for tens of thousands of years; don't even think about leaving it. Reflect on this until we meet again."
As soon as he finished speaking, the rock pillars slowly sank into the ground, dragging the Seventh Ancestor Marquess Helitier and Eighth Ancestor Marquis Somerset down into the endless abyss.
Only the strongest Third Ancestor Duke Rashar was still resisting.
"I am the Third Ancestor, second only to the True King and the Prince; sealing me will not be so simple, aaaaah!"
Third Ancestor Duke Rashar desperately clung to the Chimera Stone Pillar, grappling with it as he shouted angrily.
"If that damned True King hadn't abandoned us, how could we have lost to you!"
Rashar's eyes were filled with unwillingness.
"So you're really just failures, huh?"
Lanci curiously stared at the almost sealed Third Ancestor Rashar and said.
"No!!!"
Rashar shouted with all his might.
Duke Rashar was dragged into the intersecting stone pillars by an invisible force, yet he did not admit defeat; he struggled with all his might, his eyes bloodshot, his veins bulging, and blood foaming at the mouth.
"See you in tens of thousands of years, Rashar."
As if the door of a confessional, the Chimera Stone Pillar under Lanci's magical push, emitted a dull sound, slowly closing along with the crevices, each gradually covering the vision of Lanci and Rashar in darkness.
"Lankros, do you really think you have won? Do you think we came unprepared?!"
Rashar shouted, his voice hoarse and crazed,
"Do you think that by sealing us, everything will come to an end?!"
His words broke into a chilling laugh.
That laughter echoed over the ruins above the Blood King Palace, as if tearing the space of Blood Moon City.
Lanci frowned but didn't take it too seriously.
He raised his hand to continue sealing the Third Ancestor Rashar, turned, and left, prepared to put an end to this Blood Moon Bad World, but then he heard Rashar's next words.
"The Huo Ning Empire is already doomed! All the people of the south have been infected by the Second Progenitor's Demon Toxin; it was I who suppressed their Demonization. Once I am sealed, all of Honing's subjects will turn into demons, and the northern territories of Holy Polante Theocracy will also suffer!"
Rashar laughed heartily after speaking, unconcerned about the blood he was coughing up.
They had been prepared for years to annihilate the Holy Polante Theocracy, and the residents of the Huo Ning Empire could also be buried alongside them; afterwards, they could slowly cultivate obedient lambs.
It is undeniable that the technology of the Huo Ning Empire's test sites was a treasure, improved by their Blood Clan, and over the years had already caused the citizens of Huo Ning unknowingly to consume a large amount of Demon Toxin in their daily lives.
All it took to turn someone into a demon was to slightly reduce the suppression of spirit!
"Yahaha! Hahaha! Who would have thought, Huo Ning Empire's self-help measures against our Blood Clan have become our final card to annihilate the Huo Ning Empire."
The piercing laughter echoed across the Blood King Palace Square.
Lanci stopped in his tracks.
He turned around, a fleeting flicker of uncertainty in his green eyes.
But soon, his eyes regained determination.
"Lankros, what will you do?! Watch this world perish, or futilely exhaust all your strength in the fight, and then, being demonified yourself, be lumped together with these demons, and by survivors of later generations be deemed the original instigator of this catastrophe..."
Accompanying the complete sealing of the Chimera Stone Pillar, Rashar's voice also disappeared in the Blood King Palace.
At the same time, the earth began to tremble violently, forcing Lanci to steady himself and look up.
He felt above Blood Moon City, the realm of the Huo Ning Empire was filled with turbid energy, demons danced wildly, the earth roared, bloodstains spreading.
What was previously daytime seemed to have started an eclipse, a miasma that blocked the sun enveloped the entire Huo Ning Empire.
Lanci looked up, his gaze piercing far away, only to see the sky enveloped in gray-black and blood-red, a sun pale as death hung powerlessly in the sky, without any warmth or light.
The earth trembled and shattered, collapsed, and cracks spread like spider webs.
The Saint Trier building complex thunderously collapsed into ruins.
The cries and pleas for help from the populace rose and fell, quickly drowned out by even more terrifying sounds.
Groups of residents twisted in pain and panic, grotesquely transformed into terrifying demons.
They lost their humanity and reason, leaving only the desires for bloodshed and destruction.
Many more people, before they could even remember transforming into berserk demons, were reduced to corpses in the chaos, trampling, and tearing.
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Huo Ning Empire, wholly demonized.
Everywhere they went, forests were instantly devoured, rivers diverted, hills leveled, city-states as fragile as cardboard in their presence, churches easily crushed, and debris from buildings falling like raindrops.
The air was thick with the stench of blood and flesh, the once thriving city-states now nothing but ruins and a human-made purgatory, the entire realm enveloped in death.
"Lanci, what should we do?"
In that moment, Talia's heart raced, and she asked anxiously.
She had figured out the causal relationships of the previous simulation and this simulation in the Huo Ning Empire.
Once turned into failure product berserk demons, they would burn their lives until death, their combat power increasing exponentially!
The north simply couldn't withstand this overwhelming apocalyptic tide of demons!
Sealing Duke Rashar, the Third Ancestor, had resulted in an equally dreadful outcome.
"..."
Lanci stood on the ruins underground, looking up at everything, his face expressionless.
But his fists clenched tighter and tighter.
Lanci gazed into the distance, a gleam in his green eyes; for a moment, he saw a shadow of the future, a beautiful world where humans lived in peace and happiness without the tyranny of the Blood Clan.
This was surely also what Lankros saw in the future when he used the Mirror of Tiberius for the second time.
"Even a chosen throne must have someone calmly seated upon it."
He muttered to himself, his voice firm as rock.
He seemed to have understood.
[This is—]
[Lankros's destiny.]
