Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1152 : 789 - Lanci’s Immortal Eternal Penalty_2

It tore through the gloomy sky, cleaved through the surging black fog, swallowing all impurities on the earth.

In front of this sacred light, even the mightiest of Demon People were no more than moths to a flame.

They let out mournful shrieks; their bodies burned, perished, and turned to ash. More Demon People kept coming, but without exception, they were buried in this beam of light.

Moments later, the army of Demon People was reduced to ash and smoke.

The earth returned to tranquility, and the sky regained its azure hue.

Only a figure in a silver-faced white robe, resembling an imposing deity, stood quietly at the center.

"Honing's land is boundless, and even though Immortal Eternal Penalty fixes your body in place, when your lifespan ends and you turn into The Undead, you will also gradually decay and collapse,"

Talia reminded him.

Though the mana recovery speed at Ninth-order is also fast, the burden of Eternal Radiant Destruction was too great.

She did not want Lanci to undergo the death Lancros had once experienced.

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"It's okay, all of this is at least something Lancros had experienced once."

Lanci was certain he could never fully understand Lancros's state of mind.

He always felt that not everything from the Blood Moon Bad World Era had ended.

This might not be the worst outcome, but it certainly wasn't the best either.

The key to the relatively best outcome lay in the last remaining Mirror of Tiberius. If not explored, perhaps one day in the future, history might repeat itself, falling into the same mistakes.

He took a deep breath and dove northward again, forcing himself to ignore the exhaustion in his body and the critical state of his mana.

His silhouette was upright and resolute, blending into the darkness, yet seemingly tearing it apart.

...

To the north, thousands of kilometers away, lay a serene and peaceful sanctuary.

Sanct Holy Lante Capital, Helsaraym.

The setting sun filtered golden light onto the earth through the gaps in the ancient towering trees.

A gentle breeze passed, rustling the leaves, as if murmuring a hymn to life.

The air was filled with the fragrance of grass and mud, mixed with a hint of floral aroma, refreshing to the soul.

On this land lived the most honest and kind-hearted people of the Northern Papal Territory.

They cultivated generation after generation, led simple and joyful lives.

On one side of the city-state, a newly built wooden house was particularly eye-catching.

The red-brick walls and brown-tiled roof, the cobblestone path cleaned spotless.

Smoke rose from the chimney, enveloping the house in a dreamy mist.

"Kids, come and eat!"

A kind female voice came from inside the house, filled with tenderness and love.

"Coming, Mom!"

Children's voices rose one after another, their figures joyfully bounding from the street into the house.

Inside, a simple wooden table was set with a bountiful dinner.

Steaming potato soup, golden crispy bread, and freshly bought fruits. The family sat around the table, their faces brimming with happiness.

The father, a tall and resolute middle-aged man, smiled at his wife and children. The mother, plump and gentle, ladled soup for the children, humming a tune.

"I heard that next week, the Pope will go to the Iron Fortress Oberon for the Peace Memorial. People say that with him around, we won't have to worry about war and suffering anymore, and he will bring us a peace like never before!"

The children were excitedly discussing their experiences in Helsaraym, their expressions animated.

"Yes, I heard too. With the Pope around, we would no longer be tormented by wars for generations."

Another child chimed in excitedly, admiration shining in their eyes.

"But even the Pope is human; he will one day leave this world, right?"

"No! The Pope must have immortality; he will stay in this world forever!"

Listening to the children's noisy chatter.

"What are you talking about, you all?"

The father sighed deeply and grasped his wife's hand.

They looked at each other, eyes filled with beautiful expectations.

"Immortality is a punishment; you do not understand it yet."

The mother advised earnestly, her gaze loving and devout.

Although she knew the children were blessing the Pope, if they developed a mature concept of life and death, they would know how to properly send blessings.

"Isn't living long a good thing?"

The child asked, puzzled.

"Based on my life, which has felt long just over thirty years, if you ask me to live for three thousand years, I think I would go insane. As for forever... can you imagine how long that really is?"

The father posed a thoughtful question to them.

The children pondered, somewhat comprehending.

"Forever is probably longer than three months, right?"

"Definitely longer than a year."

"No matter how long, when I grow up, I also want to become a knight of the Holy Polante Theocracy. I want to protect the weak, punish the evil, bring peace and happiness to mom and dad, to everyone!"

But the young son soon clenched his little fists, his eyes utterly resolute.

"Silly child, as long as you are safe, whatever you become, Mom and Dad will be proud of you."

The father affectionately ruffled his son's hair, encouragingly.

The dining room was filled with joyous laughter, their faces hopeful.

Outside, the sun was slowly setting, casting the last trace of blood-red on the earth.

In the tipsy twilight, a few homeward-bound birds swept across the sky, calling out to the south.