Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1268 - 814: The Eldest Sister of Isatia’s Eldest Sister_4

Tolyado explained.

"What about Sikder?"

Lanci asked Tolyado again.

He discovered that Tolyado seemed to have a very clear understanding of the strengths of other Eighth Order Supreme Beings.

After all, the master of escape, Tolyado, had been courting death all the time, but he always managed to survive, so he was better at sensing strengths and weaknesses than anyone.

"He might be able to fight a battle with Salon, the Second Army God of the Obsidian Throne."

Tolyado replied seriously.

"Is the First Army God even stronger than me?"

Sigrid asked Tolyado with some displeasure.

She was actually just lacking the Power of Faith to advance to the Ninth-order.

"That guy defies common sense, I would believe it if even a Ninth-order was slayed by him."

Tolyado had lived so long; he had seen Ninth-order beings in the Old Demon World, so he had a very clear idea of the kind of feeling that Hesintos's presence brought him.

"..."

Sigrid did not want to argue anymore.

She indeed could not defeat a Ninth-order being.

Only at night, with the boosting from Werewolves, she might be able to barely exchange a couple of blows with the Ninth-order, but defeating them was absolutely impossible.

The peak Pontiff Lankros, simulated by Lanci using the Mirror of Tiberius, could still suppress the four Eighth Order beings of the Holy Polante Theocracy led by Siegler, even without his special attack on humans, and would still have an upper hand in the fight.

Even for a Ninth-order being like Duke Rashar, it would be no problem to fight against three standard Cardinal Bishops.

"Therefore, when we cannot judge the whereabouts of the Twelve Gods of the Empire, it's too dangerous to challenge Blood Moon City. We must act on national holidays, and in the meantime, Tolyado and I will try to recruit as many reliable allies as possible."

Lanci declared their plans to them.

Abigail shared his view.

"We also have the support of Princess Alexia, the Third Princess, and the four companions she found might also have some influence in the Empire."

Tolyado leaned back and said optimistically.

"We will cooperate with you fully."

Abigail looked at Lanci and promised.

She would protect the Cerryti Empire she loved.

She would not allow the Blood Clan to take over their country's territory again.

"Go for it!"

Talia cheered them on while munching on coconut crisps.

She had been listening in the whole time.

It seems their goals were only threefold.

Firstly, to help Lanci climb another rung in the Empire, to gain a voice in the new Magical Energy Institution Committee of the Empire.

Secondly, to find the recently lost contact with Princess Alexia or the companions she helped to recruit as soon as possible.

Lastly, it was preparation for the final battle, the siege of Blood Moon City.

"..."

The other four looked at the box of coconut crisps and realized there were only four left.

The rest had disappeared while they were talking.

"Why are you all looking at me?"

Talia looked puzzled at the others, her fingers shiny with grease and flaky from the coconut crisps.

Lanci suppressed a smile, while Sigrid seemed to be reminiscing about how many sweets had been in the box to begin with.

Abigail wanted to suggest that Tata could come to a play next time; she could eat all she wanted on stage, and the play would be over before she knew it.

"Hmm, it seems my Mana is just about enough to bring Isatia over."

Tolyado stood up, breaking the awkward atmosphere, and walked towards the bookshelf on the side of the mansion.

A distance of several kilometers, it shouldn't be a problem to teleport someone weaker than him and Eighth-order.

He concentrated to form the Spatial Artifice, closed his eyes to search for coordinates, and then opened up a circle with silver sparks on the bookshelf, connecting it to another Spatial Barrier created by Abigail.

The silver arc in front of them gradually twisted, and the color lightened, until the vortex gradually took shape, turning into an almost illusionary circular gate.

An unparalleled surge of Magic Power blossomed in the space once again, drawing their gazes.

Lanci, no matter how many times he saw this kind of long-distance teleportation magic, was amazed by its noble Attribute.

If it weren't for the full-spectrum Barrier, the endpoint interface for the peak Eighth-order Magic Fluctuation would surely alert the Cerryti Empire.

On the other side, in the Silver White Palace where snowflakes were floating, a figure noticed the Magic Fluctuation.

She had silver short hair, the tips of which just reached her chin, giving off a casual yet refreshing look.

But her reddish-brown eyes were filled with excitement.

"What do you want me for!"

Isatia cheered, jumping through the Spatial Gate, speaking to them.

She immediately noticed Talia and Lanci sitting in the mansion's guest room, and an unknown light-haired, purple-eyed woman.

She didn't expect the second floor of the opera house to become more lively this time.

"Brother! Sister! You're back."

Isatia happily lunged towards the sofa and landed straight onto Talia's legs, then lay down without moving.

She had thought that it would be many days before her sister returned from the Shadow World.

"My little princess, you better not go through the portal today, how come in just a month's time, you seem to have gotten a bit stronger."

Tolyado held his forehead, a bit dizzy.

"No, Yabo, I'll be sensed by the Blood Clan if I leave the Barrier, I can't go back by car."

Isatia quickly apologized to Tolyado while still lying down.

She didn't even bother to sit up to apologize.

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Tolyado waved his hand, bothered to explain nothing with this spoiled little princess.

"What a cute child."

Sigrid stared at the girl lying relaxed on Tata's legs on the opposite sofa, probably understanding that this was the Isatia that Tata and Lanci had mentioned.

She really was a super beautiful girl.

Sigrid couldn't help but think of a famous Southern Continent painting that had been transferred to the Northern Continent in a lithographed edition, and she had a slight memory of it.