Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1153 789: Lanci’s Immortal Eternal Penalty_3
Everything was so peaceful and calm, as if this world would never know sorrow or darkness.
However.
They were unaware that at this moment, the southern border of Holy Polante, had been a battlefield stretching miles, dyeing the Oberon Canal red with blood.
Thousands of lives withered under the assault of the Demon People.
The earth was drenched in blood, the sky shrouded in haze.
Towns fell, homes shattered; wailing, crying, cursing, all intertwined into a symphony of despair, echoing above the ruins.
In a hell-like fortress far away, a figure was still bathed in the blood of numerous Demon People in the northern part of the Huo Ning Empire, shielding most of the assaults for the Holy Polante Empire.
At this moment, he lost the grace of past days.
Once sacred and elegant, his white robe was now soaked in blood and mud, stained dark red.
His arms, holding the scepter, were covered with scars, each swing oozing blood.
The silver white mask was completely shattered, revealing a face that could no longer maintain its facade.
His horn-like exoskeletons, once as white as jade, were now covered in cracks, dim and devoid of light, his skin pale as paper, marked with numerous cracks like a shattered porcelain.
In his sunken eye sockets, a pair of emerald eyes shone eerily, like ghostly fires.
Blood constantly seeped from the corners of his mouth, dripping down his chin, merging with the filth on his body.
Above his head, the sky remained a dull grey silence, the land a sight of desolation.
"Huff... Huff..."
The Pope stood just like that.
No one knew how long he had been struggling in this hell, how many Demon People he had slain.
His lifespan had already twisted past its endpoint, turned into The Undead.
The body of the living dead was slowly deteriorating, decomposing.
Under the broken skin, flesh was a blur, and the internal organs were nearly all shattered.
Each breath came with heart-wrenching pain.
Even more horrific was the soul-eating curse.
The rules of the undead eroded his will little by little, but the remnants of his sanity told him to keep fighting.
He couldn't stop.
Every spell he cast could potentially save hundreds of families.
"Watch out, there's an oversized Demon! Possibly above Eighth-order!"
A heart-wrenching shout tore through the dead air.
Looking towards the sound, Lanci saw a group of figures riding armored silver horses.
The armor glimmered silver, the spears were bright, and the banners fluttered.
It was the army from the north of Holy Polante, the elite knights who had sworn to follow the Saint Polante Pope to the death.
Seeing this scene, Lanci's heart instantly surged with hope.
The frontline troops of Holy Polante, they had arrived.
That meant the first wave of assault on Holy Polante's southern border had likely been repelled.
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But the next second, when he saw the expressions of the elite knights, he also understood who the oversized Demon they spoke of was.
"All troops, form up!"
"Wait!"
"Why does this Demon seem to have sanity?"
"What... what is that...?"
"His robe, his adornments..."
"No, it can't be!!"
The knights' eyes widened, faces filled with disbelief and fear.
Trembling, they involuntarily inhaled the bloody and cold air, so much so that they couldn't even firmly grasp their weapons.
Yes, standing in their sight, that horrid leader of the Demon People.
From his adornments, it was clear he was none other than the Saint Polante Pope.
Pope?
Demon?
The disaster that swept from the Huo Ning Empire to the Holy Polante Theocracy overnight, no one knew the cause and effect, no one knew where the Pope had gone, they only knew that behind this century's disaster must be the push of mysterious hands.
The liquid, indistinguishable from blood or mud, under the broken skin, faintly shimmered with a bizarre red light, as if lava was surging inside—
Even more terrifying were his eyes.
Those eyes, once warm as jade, now radiated a daunting green light, the deep-set sockets like two dark abysses, seemingly absorbing one's soul.
Where was their respected Pope in this being? He seemed none other than the most horrific of demon creatures!
"Quick... back off...!"
The commander of the Knights Order stammered, his voice almost shattering,
"That's not His Holiness the Pope... it's a demon... run away..."
The armored knights, in disarray, retreated, their silver spears and lances haphazardly pointing towards Lanci.
A Mad Demon could skyrocket one's strength, and if it was the Pope who had demonized, everyone would have to die!
Fear completely enveloped the knights' hearts, shattering their long-held beliefs.
"..."
Watching all this, the Pope's eyes showed a trace of relieving smile.
That is enough.
You don't have to bear any guilt towards the Huo Ning Empire, protect yourselves well, resolute in slaying Demon People, and don't harbor hatred towards the surviving residents of the Huo Ning Empire.
Hate me, fear me, let the chains of hatred be broken here.
Consider me the tyrant, the demon.
Forget the great Saint Polante Pope from the past.
As long as you can survive.
As long as you can have a happy tomorrow.
The Pope wanted to say something, wanted to approach them to disclose the conditions in the south.
But as he opened his mouth, only gushing blood emerged.
A pain like his throat had been slit surged, his consciousness gradually scattering.
Every step he took was immensely difficult.
Yet each step was also immensely resolute.
Is it finally... over?
This grudge, this destiny.
And this... troubled life.
The Pope tremblingly lifted his arm, as if trying to grasp something.
But the next second, the curse buried deep in his heart suddenly erupted, completely consuming his broken body.
All the knights instinctively retreated.
In an instant, the entire world seemed to quiet down.
