Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1168 - 791: Lanci’s All Outrageous Actions Merely Seeking Achievements_9
The entire reality began to collapse, and the void scenery gradually emerged. The sky, the white clouds, the sun, all disappeared from view.
Before their eyes, things changed in the blink of an eye.
Everyone seemed to be dragged into a vast wilderness—
A barren land with no moonlight, nor sun.
Here, time could stand still, space could be twisted, the boundaries between reality and illusion were completely shattered.
The residents found themselves surrounded by eerie silence, only hearing their own heartbeat and the breathing of familiar people echoing in their ears.
It might be an illusion technique and spiritual magic beyond their understanding, or perhaps divine power.
Blinding lightning streaked across the sky followed by thunderous roars that made the earth tremble.
People looked at each other, the unknown fear wrapping around their hearts like tangible vines.
Gradually, a figure appeared in the dark clouds, enshrouded in a pristine white robe, his face masked with a silvery mask revealing only those cold and merciless green eyes.
Around him, lightning intertwined, and fierce winds howled.
He was like a god exalted above, coldly scrutinizing the feeble beings beneath him.
[Heed, all citizens of the Huo Ning Empire.]
Everyone's gaze was locked on him, his presence a form of invisible shackles that bound everyone's minds, leaving them only to listen to his words.
[My name is Lankelos Saint Anastasius.]
People did not know why he appeared.
One thing was certain—by merely a thought of his, their bodies could crumble, vanish, their souls devoured completely by the darkness.
[I am communicating with you through my will.]
[I have begun my action.]
[My aim is to conclude my longstanding desires, to seek justice for my deceased kin.]
[The current peace does not grant rest to their souls; they cannot sleep.]
[The Huo Ning Empire requires a blood debt to be paid with blood.]
[I refuse the peace you hope for.]
[No forgiveness, no release from this curse.]
[Justice alone, revenge alone.]
[I will begin a slaughter indiscriminately.]
[Until I eradicate every life form of the Huo Ning Empire from this world.]
His words were mad, yet his voice was even calmer, devoid of joy or sorrow, as if he was somewhat exhausted after gaining power.
This was divine.
But when he last spoke of annihilating all of Honning People, he couldn't suppress his increasing tone, it was a deeply repressed rage finally exploding.
...
Hours later.
The earth roared, blood stained.
The skies of Tarberg Province in the Huo Ning Empire were covered in gray and blood-red, with thick smoke billowing straight into the sky.
The ground was no longer solid but continuously shaking, breaking apart, collapsing.
Millions of residents, like swarms of ants in panic, found nowhere to escape.
On the ground, countless bodies lay scattered, crushed, trampled to death in the chaos.
Cries and pleas for help rose one after another, but they seemed so insignificant against the thunderous steps of the Black Mist Legion.
On the distant horizon, a moving black tide was slowly but unstoppably advancing. An army formed from undead magic marched in uniform steps, each step shaking miles of land around.
Wherever they passed, forests were instantly devoured, rivers were cut off and redirected, hills flattened, and city-states, gigantic in size, were as fragile as paper in their presence, pieces of buildings falling like raindrops.
The air was filled with the acrid smell of gunpowder and dust, a bloody stench.
Several major city-states in Tarberg Province were reduced to ruins in mere hours.
The man in the silver mask stood on high ground, atop all beings.
His green eyes reflected the scene of destruction, his mask's expression stern nearly to numbness, like a god orchestrating this chaos of war.
At this point, it was unclear whether it was the fate of the people or their will.
Only an endless slaughter was left.
The atrocities continued.
"Spare me, don't kill us!"
"Help me!!"
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"Why, why have you fallen so far?"
Pleaded, hated, cursed, questioned.
He offered no explanations.
Merely gazing through the eyes beneath the mask at everything.
He was sin and punishment, the bearer of ups and downs, a Black Sun bringing disaster to the world.
Every question sounded like mere murmurs in his ears.
"Until I kill all of you, or you come and kill me."
"I will never stop—"
The man nearly whispered, his voice a low murmur of a vengeful spirit, yet a command of a tyrant.
With these notes falling, his silhouette again merged into the darkness, carrying his black mist skeletal scepter, alone, stepping forward.
[You have commenced an indiscriminate annihilation in Tarberg Province of the Huo Ning Empire.]
[According to the current information you have, the northern part of the Huo Ning Empire is still uninfected, but the southern part is already beyond cure.]
[Once Rashar, the Third Ancestor Duke, is sealed, all the Honning People in the central region will invariably turn into Demon People.]
[The combat ability of the Honning People is not so high before they turn into Demon People.]
[You have completely become the Black Sun Tyrant.]
...
Elsewhere.
Thousands of kilometers away, beneath the Honning Capital Saint Terek.
A crimson blood moon hung high above in the pitch-black dome, casting layers of hazy red gauze over this dark stone-built otherworldly city.
