Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1179 - 793: Lankros’s Final Outcome_4
"Why, so powerful..."
Marquis Heratier murmured tremblingly.
This was beyond what could be described as the limit of the Ninth-order.
To express her feelings,
It was as if she had met "God."
All-knowing, all-powerful—God.
"This is the evil spirit created by your very own hands in the Blood Moon Bad World Era."
Lanci reached out his hand, and dark, translucent stone pillars rose from the ground, forming three indestructible tombs,
"Of course, it might not be just his power alone; he's simply the one who fortuitously survived time after time... inheriting everything left behind by his comrades..."
The three Progenitors struggled to escape, but their bodies were firmly bound by an invisible force, unable to move.
The stone pillars slowly sank into the ground, dragging with them the Seventh Progenitor Marquis Heratier and the Eighth Progenitor Marquis Somerset into the endless abyss.
Only the strongest, the Third Progenitor Duke Rashar, continued to resist.
"Lankros, do you really think you've won? You think we haven't prepared anything?!"
Rashar bellowed, his voice as if gargling blood,
"Do you think sealing us will be the end of everything?!"
His words had just fallen when a terrifying laughter erupted.
The laughter reverberated above the ruins of the Blood King Palace, as if it was going to tear apart the very space of Blood Moon City.
...
The White Robed Pope remained silent.
"Huo Ning Empire..."
"The Huo Ning Empire is beyond salvation. All the citizens in the south have been infected by the Blood Poison of the Second Progenitor; it is you who have been suppressing their Demonization. Once you are sealed, all the people of Honing will turn into demons, and the northern territory of the Saint Polante Pope is bound to suffer!"
Lanci interjected quickly.
He gave Rashar the answer on his behalf.
"..."
Rashar's laughter came to an abrupt halt, ignoring the blood he was coughing up.
The piercing laughter stopped dead on the Blood King Palace Square.
"No... impossible..."
Rashar's trembling pupils flew with many images and scenes.
"You are the prey, and I am the Hunter. It can't be turned around like this..."
Rashar seemed to gradually, fully, understand.
Why Lankros made a scene in the Holy Polante Theocracy.
Why he was backstabbed by Siegler, the Saintess, second only to him.
Why, before coming here, he slaughtered indiscriminately and played the fool in the Huo Ning Empire Province as much as he could.
Everything had only one answer: he, Rashar, was played by Lankros.
"That's right, Rashar."
It seemed Lanci had thought of something, looking at the Third Ancestor as he spoke.
"Why did your True King decide to abandon you?"
Lanci looked concernedly at Rashar, who was almost covered by the stone pillar, and asked.
He had last heard Rashar say that if it were not for their True King of the Blood Clan, the First Progenitor who had abandoned them, they would not have fallen.
"..."
Rashar's crimson eyes gradually became hollow and then completely insane,
"No!!! Lankros, I will kill you ahhhh!!!"
Duke Rashar screamed with all his might.
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Duke Rashar was dragged into the intersecting pillars, resisting furiously with all his strength, his eyes bloodshot, veins bulging, and corners of his mouth spilling blood foam.
"No, I was just showing concern for you, why are you so agitated?"
Lanci sighed in bafflement with his hands on his hips.
The stone pillars, like prison doors, issued a dull sound under the push of Lanci's Magic Power, and as the gaps slowly closed, the reflected figures in the emerald and blood-red eyes were gradually concealed by darkness.
Rashar's voice also faded away.
Meanwhile, Blood Moon City shook violently, forcing Lanci to stabilize his form, looking upwards.
Above Blood Moon City, the yet undestroyed land of the Huo Ning Empire, was shrouded in miasma, teeming with demons.
Although it had been a brilliant sunset just before, now the entire Huo Ning Empire was covered by an ominous haze blocking out the sun.
Blood Clan's apocalyptic turmoil had arrived as expected.
Lanci looked up, his gaze piercing far into the distance, where the sky was enshrouded in grey and blood-red, a lifeless sun hanging limply in the sky, devoid of warmth and light.
"Lanci, let's go."
Talia said in his heart,
"It might be a long wait, but I'll be with you."
She knew that what came next would still be a difficult fight.
But since Lanci chose to experience it himself, this was his cultivation and his trial.
As Lanci's always serious and responsible teacher, she would oversee the battle to the end.
"The final journey north begins."
The White Robed Pope's figure vanished inside the Blood King Palace.
When he reappeared, he was standing on the ground of the ruined capital of Saint Trier in the Honning Empire.
Lanci flew towards the distance.
He had cleared the south as much as possible.
Yet starting from the middle and heading north, the Honning Empire had turned into a hellish battleground, and to the north, the Holy Polante Empire remained the last sanctuary yet to fall into the abyss of Demonization.
The Demon People army was surging towards it, unstoppable in number and might.
He was to complete Lankros's final battle.
...
Several days later.
Northern Border of Honning, Helsley Province.
The Oberon Canal was dyed red with blood.
Thousands of lives wilted under the trampling of the Demon People.
On the hellish frontline in the distance,
A solitary figure was still bathed in the blood of countless demons within the depths of the Honning Empire, holding back the majority of the demon onslaught for the Holy Polante Empire.
Now, he was no longer the dashing figure of the past.
His once-holy white robes, now soaked in blood and mud, turned dark red, his arms holding the scepter were covered in wounds, his silver-white mask thoroughly shattered, revealing the face that could no longer maintain its disguise.
Blood constantly seeped from his mouth, dripping down his chin, blending with the stains on his body.
