Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1151 789: Lanci’s Immortal Eternal Penalty
"It turns out that in that dream..."
Lanci closed his eyes and silently recalled in his heart.
He dreamt of a tyrant, utterly unforgivable, who indifferently sent everything to their end.
But there was something different.
He couldn't tell what the difference was.
"What dream? Did you have another nightmare before?"
Talia's heart clenched as she asked Lanci.
She did not want Lanci to be alone in deciphering anything in this Immortal Eternal Penalty's end within the Shadow World.
She could listen to the voice of Lanci's heart.
"When we were passing through the Land of Perpetual Night, in Little Night City, I probably dreamt about Lankros killing everyone he saw..."
Lanci confided in Talia.
If a dream is too absurd, who would take it seriously?
He knew that Talia had a good impression of the Black Sun Lord after seeing Calila's Shadow Weave Record; he didn't want to talk about such an irrational dream imagery.
"Even if I saw such a dreamscape, I would still believe in the historical Lankros; he couldn't have fallen, no matter the dark journey he underwent or whatever mental trauma he suffered, he would never lose himself, he will always be that kind soul."
Talia spoke of the Black Sun Lord, but it seemed like she was intensely focused on Lanci.
She seemed to think that her disciple, at any time, would make the same choices as Lankros.
She believes in the resolve that Lanci taught her, so she also holds extraordinary faith in the Black Sun Lord, who was particularly similar to Lanci thousands of years ago.
"Master, don't be like this... I'm embarrassed to do your daily tasks now."
With a smile in his eyes, Lanci looked towards the unreachable daylight, speaking to the Talia in his heart.
"You just called me an old lady, and I didn't even blame you, it's only you I can be so tolerant with."
Talia snorted coldly, reproaching him.
"So can I actually call you that to your face now?"
Lanci didn't expect Talia to be so easy-going.
"Try going outside and see how long I make you lie on the ground."
Talia still felt her blood pressure rising.
This guy is always pushing the limits, that eager appearance is truly infuriating.
Give him an inch, and he'll take a mile.
"Hahaha, no, no."
Lanci and Talia chatted for a while, and he seemed much happier.
He closed his eyes, his expression becoming grave.
Like that silver-white mask, with gentle lines, a tranquil expression, and a compassionate glance between his brows and eyes.
He prayed for the departed souls to rest in peace, for the survivors to be strong, and prayed that he himself would have enough strength to uphold this crumbling world.
When he opened his eyes again, those emerald pupils were fiery.
He now knew that the battle at Blood Moon City was just the beginning, the real battle was yet to come.
The figure of the White Robed Pope disappeared in the Blood King Palace.
When he appeared again, he was on the ground of the Honing Capital Saint Terek, now transformed into the Demon Domain.
The poison vapors formed by the Demon People covered the sky, enveloping the entire heavens.
It blotted out the sun, the eclipse resembling an ominous eye, coldly observing this worldly turmoil.
Lanci flew towards the distance.
The once beautiful and prosperous Honing Capital Saint Terek, thousands of demons were rampaging and roaring on the ground, their forms twisted and deformed, their eyes burning with a bloodthirsty and insane desire.
More demon creatures fell from the sky like black rain, crushing all creatures into powder.
In the distance, city-states turned into seas of fire, thick smoke billowing into the sky, small demons being torn into pieces by larger demons, either swallowed by flames or trampled into a bloody muck.
The south had completely fallen, transformed into a hell on earth.
The northern part of the Huo Ning Empire still had residents not yet tainted by the Blood Clan's poisonous seeds, and further north, the Holy Polante Empire, was the last sanctuary not yet sunk into the abyss of demonization.
The army of demon people was surging towards there, vast in number, unstoppable.
Once the north falls, the entire world would plunge into eternal darkness.
The horde of demons spotted him, letting out a joyful roar.
"Human...human!"
"Eat him!"
This human could bring them endless delight.
Thousands of demons swarmed towards him like a tide.
Some grotesque, some ugly, all spewing corrosive poisonous blood from their mouths, their eyes shimmering with a hungry light.
Lanci did not retreat a step, raising his hand as a blazing white light gathered in his palm, condensing and expanding, finally transforming into a horizontal bolt of lightning that thunderously struck the demon army.
In that instant, the sky and earth changed colors, countless demons eradicated by this strike, turning into drifting black fog.
Yet, his attack functioned like a flare.
Many heading north turned back.
More demons continued to surge relentlessly, advancing wave after wave, heedless of life and death.
Lanci charged northward, like a humanoid weapon, rampaging through the ocean of demons, sweeping all obstacles in his path.
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There were simply too many berserk demons.
Dense and endless, covering the entire continent-spanning territory of the Huo Ning Empire.
In the distance, the great army of demons was still swarming forward, the horizon occupied by their dark figures.
Behind Lanci, there was a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, the stench unbearable.
His eyes suddenly opened wide, the emerald pupils filled with glowing light; he raised his arms high, floating upright in mid-air, like a rising sun illuminating every corner of the land.
In the next second, heaven and earth shattered.
A light even wider than the mountains and deeper than the oceans burst forth from within Lanci, shooting straight into the sky.
