Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1180 - 793: Lankros’s Final Outcome_5
The sky overhead remained a deathly dull grey, and the land was a mass of wounds.
The Pope resolutely blocked the mouth of the abyss.
No one knew how long he had struggled in this hell, or how many Demon People he had killed.
His life had long since passed its endpoint, transforming into one of The Undead.
The rules of the Undead slowly eroded his will, but the remaining sanity told him he had to continue to block the large army of Demon People.
The body of the living dead was crumbling bit by bit; beneath the broken skin, the flesh was blurred, almost all internal organs shattered. Each breath came with excruciating pain, and what was worse was the soul-eating Curse.
But every additional Spell used could save tens of thousands of innocent beings.
"Detected an oversized Demon Person! Stop the troops in the rear!"
The entire army arrayed itself and shouted, breaking the dead silence.
Following the sound, Lanci saw a group of Knights on silver armored steeds.
The armors sparkled, the long spears shone brightly, and the flags fluttered.
They were the elite of the Saint Polante Pope's Holy Polante Land Sect's Knight Legion that came from the north, sworn to follow the Saint Polante Pope in his campaigns.
And the leader of the Legion—
Her hand on the hilt, doubts flickering in her purple eyes, her light-colored long hair fluttering in the strong wind like a dazzling flag.
Seeing that figure, a trace of relief surged in Lanci's heart.
With Siegler present, blocking the next few waves of Demon People wouldn't be a problem.
But in the next second, when the Temple Knights recognized the identity of the Demon Person, they also understood who this oversized Demon was.
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"Entire army, array yourselves!!"
"Why did Pope Lankros turn into a Demon Person?!"
The expressions on the Temple Knights' faces were filled with disbelief and horror.
They sucked in the chilly, blood-soaked air.
His ornaments unequivocally indicated that he is Saint Polante Pope.
Those eyes, once gentle as jade, now emitted a sinister green light, their deep-set sockets resembling two dark abysses, seemingly sucking in people's souls.
Where was their once beloved Pope? He was clearly now the most horrifying Demon Creature!
Even though they understood that the Pope's fall was a tragedy, seeing him transform into this form still made them feel as if their hearts were splitting.
"Quick... fall back...!"
The commander of the Knight Order stuttered, his voice nearly breaking.
The Knights in silver armor retreated orderly, their silver lances and spears uniformly pointed at the White Robed Pope.
A Berserk Demon's innate strength would surge, and if it was the Pope who turned Demon, he would be invincible!
Now it all depended on whether Her Majesty Siegler could defeat him once again.
"Siegler..."
Watching all this, the Pope's eyes were filled with a relieved smile, as the last of his strength dissipated from his body.
He struggled with his dimming vision to utter her name.
His vision opened and shut, wavering.
"..."
He saw Siegler crying and hoarsely screaming his name, running towards him.
But before she could touch him,
The Pope's body reached its end in the prolonged battle.
His skin cracked and fell off, his flesh rotted and blurred and his internal organs all shattered at that moment, even his noble head turned into a puff of black mist under the Curse.
Siegler ended up embracing empty air, only the fallen ornaments lay scattered.
"No, don't...!"
She knelt on the ground in a blank daze, tears falling like broken pearls, and her helpless hands tried to gather the Pope's fragmented remains, but they escaped like sand through her fingers.
Siegler seemed to be repenting and pleading, continuously saying something.
But Lanci could no longer hear her.
Lanci watched helplessly as his own body gradually disintegrated, turning to dust.
He could only let his view be slowly enveloped by black mist, as Siegler also vanished from sight.
The Curse of Immortal Eternal Penalty, rendering his soul eternally indestructible, also stole away his senses...
...
When his consciousness condensed again, Lanci found himself in that eerie space.
To be precise, this could no longer be called a "space."
No Light, no sound, no traces of any physical existence.
He still lingered in this world, yet couldn't touch, see, or exchange senses with any physical entity.
He would eternally drift in a domain that even death couldn't reach.
Looking around, there was only endless darkness, seemingly eager to devour one's soul completely.
Lanci stood in the black mist, no longer moved by anything, yet seemed to still be contemplating something.
Talia knew what Lanci was thinking.
"This outcome is too cruel for Siegler."
Talia couldn't forget Siegler's final appearance, a subtle pain lingering in her heart.
She believed Lanci felt the same.
Although this was, relatively speaking, the best outcome possible in the Blood Moon Bad World.
But Siegler's life, from now onwards, would have to bear the pain of Lankros's entire life.
"There are times when living may be a punishment, and death a release."
Lanci shook his head.
He actually wanted to hear what were the final words exchanged between Siegler and Lankros.
But the uses of the Mirror of Tiberius had run out, and he had no chance to hear the words spoken by Siegler.
Unless after this Shadow World, they could obtain another artifact like Calila Shadow Weave Record that retains images.
"Alright, these events are already pre-destined history from thousands of years ago, even if Lankros feels guilty towards Siegler, you can't help him redeem that, can you?"
Talia consoled Lanci, talking to him.
Unlike Lankros, Lanci still had her in this dark space.
