Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1181 - 793: Lankros’s Final Outcome_6

Even at this moment, she could share perceptions with Lanci and help alleviate his loneliness.

"This is indeed true."

Lanci agreed.

"But on further reflection, Lankros met two Fated True Maidens during his life, yet neither encounter ended well, becoming eternal regrets."

Talia also lamented mournfully.

To Lankros, Siegler was almost the light of his later life, giving him the will to live at his most confused moments, understanding his heart at all times. Over twelve years, she was both the person Lankros trusted most and the one who trusted Lankros the most, almost another Lankros, even entrusting her with his life in the end.

She can't help wondering, if there truly is a destined fate in the next life, and they meet after thousands of years, whom would Lankros choose...

"But that is the life of Lankros; whether it is regrettable or peaceful, only he himself can judge. Ending the Blood Moon Bad World and fulfilling his long-standing wish could be considered a form of rest in some sense."

Lanci shook his head and said.

"Why is a human's life so brief?"

Talia, having witnessed the end of Lankros, found no outlet for her feelings of pity.

She now somewhat dislikes accepting the fact that her little apprentice is human.

If he agreed, she would love to transform him into her Destined Familiar, to share life with her.

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"I always feel that Lankros's story isn't over yet. If the dream I had previously in Flower Capital Pariel is related to the Blood Moon Bad World, then Lankros, transformed into an undead spirit after death, will meet a very important woman again..."

Lanci pondered and mumbled.

But that dream's memory is too fragmented, and he's about to forget exactly what it was.

If the real Lankros had activated the Mirror of Tiberius three times in history, and after using it up, reproduced the third simulated process and outcome in the real world thus ending the Blood Moon Bad World, then Lankros would become that black mist undead spirit, wandering the world, possibly lingering around blindly familiar places until someone comes to rescue him.

"I have an impression."

Talia remembered that after she and Lanci bought two Rebirth Jewels in Flower Capital Pariel, Lanci fell asleep on a bench by Selena River, leaning on her.

Lanci had a very long dream.

In the dream, they reversed roles; Lanci became a black mist undead servitor, silently accompanying her seated on the throne.

Later, when they were card-making using Calila's Shadow Weave Record in Flower Capital Pariel, they had a similar dream.

Dreaming of Lanci turning into a black mist undead spirit, staying in the Principal's Office at Purgatory Corridor Academy.

Meeting a little gray cat that could see him.

"But that's just a vague memory now."

Talia added.

The two couldn't come to any conclusion.

...

Lanci and Talia experienced the world seen by Lankros after he applied the Immortal Eternal Penalty to himself.

Sometimes they talked, sometimes they were silent.

Time passed imperceptibly.

The simulation by the Mirror of Tiberius sped up, time flew by, but no matter how fast time passed, forever is forever.

They just had to wait for Tamisha to pull the plug from outside the mirror to rescue them.

"I wonder how long it will take this time."

This time, Talia was not anxious even after a long time,

"By the way, have you thought about how to put the final period to Blood Moon Bad World once we're back in the Shadow World?"

As long as there is an end, it isn't so scary.

"I've fought three times already, I know how to deal with the Blood Clan of this era even with my eyes closed. Anyway, the Ninth Progenitor Marquis Bainhardt must fall first."

Lanci confidently discussed his strategy.

He had instructed Tamisha to unplug the energy in the central energy room in two hours, guessing that the time should be near; they had been waiting long with Talia.

"Wait, you're not planning to shake things up in Demon King Castle Necaris, are you?"

Talia suddenly realized that if Lanci couldn't use Ninth-order power, couldn't use Immortal Eternal Penalty,

then the remaining option is only to seek help from the Great Demon Clan, which also very much fits Lanci's style as a Great Summoner.

He'd just wash his hands of everything once the dawn breaks.

"Of course, I have to call Melogas to help me, but I wonder if she will find it presumptuous of me to seek her out just a day later."

Lanci affirmed Talia's thoughts.

He firmly believes heroes have their own ways of fighting.

Even without Ninth-order power, he will make the Blood Clan realize what it means to be "in the mix, have power, have a background."

"No, no, no! Please, not Blasphemous Lord Melogas... That look in her eyes is truly loathsome; I don't want to meet that person!"

Talia just thinking about meeting that scorpion-tailed female demon again made her skin crawl.

As they passed the time chatting as usual.

A slight sound broke the silence.

It wasn't a thought voice.

But a tangible voice, suddenly piercing through the darkness, awakening his awareness.

This voice was so vibrant, so soft, like a kitten landing on a carpet.

"Did Tamisha come?"

Talia envisioned a little gray cat jumping into view from the dark nothingness beyond.

Then in a blink, it disappeared.

"It should be."

Lanci gazed around in response.

But before he could get another glimpse of where the little gray cat's shadow had gone, the dark space flickered on and off.

"Did you see the little gray cat too?"