Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1154 789: Lanci’s Immortal Eternal Penalty_4
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Under countless terrified gazes, the once-great Saint Polante Pope shattered thunderously, turning into a pile of ash.
No last words, no pleas.
Only those green eyes flashed a bit of light as they vanished.
It was not reluctance, nor resentment.
But rather a sense of relief.
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As if he knew, his death would take all the sins away.
And his name would also be buried forever with the true story of this catastrophe.
The Knights stood there dumbfounded, their faces showing signs of surviving a disaster.
They thought they had seen the instigator of this Demonic calamity, witnessed a truth they should not have, and would thus be wiped out.
Who would have thought that the Pope had reached his end?
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The flames of war between Holy Polante and Honing were rekindled.
The Northern Holy Polante Empire, having lost their spiritual leader, began to disintegrate.
Although most of the strongest demons had been eliminated, the Honing Empire to the south, still rampant with demons, remained a disastrous land no one could enter.
At any moment, an army of demons like a tide of corpses could flood towards the southern border of the Holy Polante Theocracy.
The endless apocalyptic battles thus unfolded.
In the north of the Holy Polante Theocracy, Helsaray.
Empress Kexiya sat in the Imperial Palace, staring blankly towards the south.
Her tears soaked the carpet beneath her feet, moistening the knitted blue orchids.
Those sapphire-like eyes were filled with longing and grief.
"Pope..."
"You fool..."
"If you were destined to bear infamy... why... didn't you take me with you? There was really no need, no need to save this rotten world."
After a long while.
Empress Kexiya dried her tears, looking deeply into the distance.
"I understand your choice..."
"And I understand... you probably knew your life was at its end, incapable of returning to Polante, and sought to kill as many demons as possible for us..."
"But can this Holy Polante Theocracy without you... truly be saved?"
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Above the northern border of the Honing Empire.
The Pope's body had reached its final limit amidst the prolonged battles.
Skin cracked and peeling off, flesh blurred and rotting, the moment when his organs were all shattered, even his noble head, under the erosion of the curse, turned into a cloud of black mist.
But true death did not come as expected.
The curse of the Immortal Eternal Penalty made his soul completely and eternally indestructible.
Lanci watched helplessly as his body crumbled bit by bit into dust, yet his heart was extraordinarily calm.
Is it over?
At the final moment of his consciousness dissipating, he thought so.
But the next second.
Reality gave him an answer.
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Upon reconvening his consciousness, Lanci found himself in a bizarre space.
To be accurate, it could no longer be called "space."
No light, no sound, no traces of anything physical.
Although he remained in this world, he could not touch or see any material substance, nor interact with any physical entity through his senses.
Therefore, for him.
All he could see was endless darkness, seemingly about to devour one's very soul.
Lanci tried to move his body, only to find that even his physical form no longer existed.
The strength he once took pride in, the invincible body he once had, all turned into nothingness.
What remained was a solitary soul.
Drifting eternally in a realm where even death could not reach.
"Is this the cost of becoming The Undead?"
Lanci's voice dissipated into the void, barely audible even to himself.
He could see no surroundings, hear no sound, not even discern any terrain.
Even the concept of time seemed to have eroded away.
In this eternal prison, he would be alone forever.
No laughter, no tears.
No warm sunshine, no fresh air.
No companionship of friends and family.
Only endless loneliness and boundless despair.
In an instant, Lanci felt a bone-chilling cold for the first time.
An even more cruel punishment than physical death by a hundredfold is—
Consciousness perpetuates, the body annihilates.
"Where is this?"
Talia's voice of thought sounded.
Unlike Lankros, Lanci still had her.
Even at this moment, she could share perceptions and converse with Lanci.
"Is this a deadlock within the Mirror of Tiberius that Lankros experienced at the end of the second use?"
Talia seemed to understand the severity of the situation.
This is an ending without an end.
From the moment the option of Immortal Eternal Penalty was chosen, it was perhaps destined to experience its cost.
Even though the mechanism of the Mirror of Tiberius was to accelerate to the utmost when encountering a future that is easily deduced.
However, with no concept of time and space within the Mirror of Tiberius, if the content that continues is "endless," it would turn into an exhibition of endless phantasmagoria.
"Maybe, yes."
Lanci acknowledged.
All of this is the world Lankros saw after using the Immortal Eternal Penalty upon himself.
And the Mirror of Tiberius simulated it precisely.
Thus, Lanci also experienced infinity in this accelerated simulation.
Even if time passes quickly, forever is always forever.
"No, can't be, right? Let's sleep, after a sleep, who knows, maybe we'll have left when we wake up?"
Talia began to feel a bit scared in her heart.
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