Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1158 790: Lanci Becomes Addicted_2

Talia was right, it was time to eat.

Lanci seemed to hear Talia's words, gazing towards Tamisha.

"Tamisha, I need to use the Mirror of Tiberius once more, can you wait for me a bit longer?"

He explained.

"Lanci, you are still going on."

Talia was shocked in her mind.

She originally thought that after Lanci had finally been rescued, he should have a reactive disorder towards the dangerous Magic Device, the Mirror of Tiberius.

But instead of rushing to have a meal, he actually thought about using it again.

This guy was more dreadful than she imagined.

She couldn't stand it in that empty space!

"Calila risked her life using her mark to win me three chances, how can I waste them?"

Lanci asked as if it was a matter of course.

"That's true..."

Talia muttered.

Although the results of the second simulation in the Mirror of Tiberius were better than the first round.

It was still a bad ending.

Lanci couldn't even recreate the path from the second simulation in the Shadow World, to put an end to the Blood Moon Bad World Shadow World.

"There's another thing I need your help with; if you find that I've been in the Mirror of Tiberius for more than two hours, just help me cut the power."

Lanci continued speaking to the small figure of Tamisha in the energy room.

"No problem."

Tamisha was somewhat surprised.

She didn't expect she had done so well just now.

Maybe she was useful after all, it's just that her parents didn't realize her usefulness and abandoned her.

After Lanci arranged everything with Tamisha, Talia appeared.

Magic condensed into a silver-white figure, standing on the stairs in front of Lanci.

"Wait, listen to me."

Talia spread her arms as if to stop Lanci from going to the Mirror of Tiberius.

As if asking him to reconsider.

Anyway, she would follow Lanci no matter what.

"The last simulation seemed to have successfully sealed the four Ancestors, but in reality, the Seville Continent ended up engulfed in post-apocalyptic warfare, the southern continent was overrun with unending Demon People. If the north loses in the prolonged defense wars that follow, the end of this era might still be doom."

Talia said anxiously, pressing down on Lanci's shoulders.

The second simulation looked like hope but was actually true despair.

The Demon People from half the continent weren't something the Saint Polante Pope could kill alone, even if he tried to clear as many Demon People as he could before being turned into an Undead, stopping only when he exhausted his strength, it was merely a fraction cleared.

And the berserk Demon People who lost their rationality would be far stronger than normal humans. Originally, in the Honing Empire, the seventh and eighth levels, after mutation, each of them would be a disaster-level Demon Person for the northern Holy Saint Polante Theocracy.

Rashar, the Third Ancestor's strategy was just like this—losing to Rashar meant the Blood Clan would control the entire world, defeating Rashar meant Rashar would drag the whole world down with him.

This kind of deadlock, not to mention simulating a third time, even a hundred more times might be futile.

The Pope's last five days were too few.

For the Pope, some things about the Demon People were no longer clear.

In the eyes of the world, survivors, and eyewitnesses, once he took action he was the strongest Demon People, and the calamity in Honing Empire couldn't possibly be unrelated to him.

The entire faith of Holy Spirit Land Church would begin to collapse with him, and many believers who originally had strong faith, thinking they were betrayed by their beliefs, would become more extreme.

The dirty water of Blood Clan, Lankros simply had no time to prove his innocence, his life was already coming to an end.

Rashar calculated that Lankros, before his death, would rather kill some Demon People only he could take down, and would definitely not waste time doing futile efforts to salvage his reputation.

"Lanci, this is destined to be a deadlock, another simulation will be the same, this is the end of the Blood Moon Bad World."

Talia stated her conclusion, not wanting to see Lanci suffer in vain.

Just going to the furthest south, the Honing Capital Saint Terek to seal the four Ancestors would take three days.

This task could only be done by Lankros, and he would definitely go to complete this final mission.

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"Let's play another round, I want to chop down the Blood Clan one more time."

Lanci, as if he hadn't heard Talia's words at all, looked at the Mirror of Tiberius with blazing eyes, rubbing his hands together, eager to try.

"No, dude, are you really getting into this?"

Talia felt she had still underestimated Lanci's mental state, she placed the back of her hand against Lanci's forehead to check if his brain was overheated.

Could this Mirror of Tiberius be addictive?

She admitted that Lankros' ninth level grand order could be exhilarating to execute.

But what after the exhilarating kill? The overly realistic simulation of the Mirror of Tiberius made her more repulsive!

"Trust me, I'm right."

Lanci grabbed Talia's hand, moving it away from his forehead, looking steadfastly at her,

"If I lose everything, utterly defeated, I will never run away."

Surviving means having the courage to face death.

He refused to do nothing and lose everything.

In the Shadow World, the Blood Moon Bad World, in his view, wasn't over yet.

"..."

Talia stared blankly at those ever-consistent eyes, her eyes particularly astonished, only able to gaze at the person in front of her.

She had witnessed Lanci's changes all along.

But in every instance, she could always reaffirm something that would never change about him.

And that was what attracted her the most—his steadfast heart.

Talia, as if her mind returned to reality, reacted, nervously pulling back her hand.