Don't confiscate my citizenship

Chapter 793 Lan Qi predicted the ancestor’s prediction

The morning light is dewy, the sky is white, and the wilderness is shrouded in a layer of mist.

Under the dilapidated Qianmi City Pass.

On the inside of his silver-white mask, the black centipede curse mark on his left cheek glowed faintly, like the endless magic power in his emerald green eyes.

He raised his hand, and the finger pointing toward Legion slowly moved to the right.

There was dead silence all around, except for the rustle of the wind blowing through the grass.

In an instant, the entire legion seemed to have been cut apart by a ten-thousand-meter gale. There was no life left wherever the storm blade passed. Or maybe it was his order that cut the scroll of heaven and earth apart!

Countless warriors had fought **** battles in front of the city gate to break through and defend the gate. Now, the land of ten thousand meters was once again dyed red with blood, leaving only the figure in white robe standing alone in front of the city gate.

The white-robed pope withdrew his fingers and held them behind his back again.

To him, it seemed as if nothing had happened, as cold as if those lives were already dead.

"The ninth-level clearing line is fast."

Thalia commented.

For her, it would take some time to destroy a marching legion.

If these legions are allowed to enter the city defense barrier, and there is no own legion to help withstand the suppression and firepower of the city defense, it will not be easy for her to clear the troops. If there are enemy eighth-level heroic units in the city defense, she will not be able to escape. It is easy to be counter-killed in a one-on-one duel while attacking the city defense.

But for the ninth-level Lanclos, all of them can be surpassed and all can be killed by force.

Unless there are several top eighth-level people in the city defense, it is impossible to defeat him.

"It's a pity that we can't bring this account back to the present world to participate in the Southern Continent War. It's too abnormal. This Blood Moon Bad World is a level 99 version, but the current world is a level 89 version, and the dimensions are completely different."

Lan Qi also felt that this level of Lanclos was a bit too much in the current version.

But let alone driving Lancros's number back to the real world, this number can't even bring out the illusion of the Mirror of Tiberius.

In the real shadow world of immortal eternal punishment, he is only a pitiful sixth level.

"You are still a functional shaman, which is more normal. There is always something strange about you playing a big core mage."

Thalia looked at Lanqi's spell selection all the way. He often prefers a style of play with more deterrent effect and psychological and tactical value, rather than a spell combination that is optimized in terms of firepower.

"I hope you can draw any of Lanclos's spells at the end of the Shadow World this time. Whichever spell you draw will be profitable."

She helped Lan Qi make a wish.

No matter what, Lanqi is very suitable for Lanclos' sealing technique.

Thalia felt that apart from the final powerful enemy of Profanity who polluted the prize pool, the reward Lanqi received from the Shadow World this time was most likely related to Lancross.

"You might also be able to draw Kaliela's spells or accessories."

Lan Qi blessed.

Since starting Cosprecariera, Thalia has gradually become more useful.

"Haha, you don't want me to dress up as Caliera to teach you, huh, you think so beautifully."

Thalia said reluctantly.

In fact, if she could really play the role of Caliera, she would also like to try it.

In this way, she can always become a great demon recognized as "good-looking, dignified, mature and useful".

"No, no, no, I still need your classic skin to make the card. No one cares about it."

Lanci denied.

"you…"

Thalia silently recited the word "forbearance" in her mind.

When they returned to the Creation Empire in the present world, they lived under the same roof, and she had plenty of time to educate him.

The demon text of the Mirror of Tiberius is still scrolling on the door of Elaven.

[You completely wiped out the first heavy cavalry regiment of the Horning Empire, but behind you the plains of Eliwen Pass are barren of any grass. 】

[You came all the way from the destruction of Talberg Province, and now you have arrived at the Lusitani Province south of Honing. Your brutal behavior will shock the entire continent of Seville, and even alarm the Land of Eternal Night and the Demon Realm. , etched in history books. 】

【You will choose to go next:】

【A. Annihilate the province】

【B. Go straight to the south】

【C.Leave north】

[D. Personal intervention]

[Remaining life: 2 days, 14 hours and 52 minutes]

"Of course we can only go all the way south. Although Lancross may also be missing Sigre in his heart, the battle in the Throne Hall was their last meeting."

Lan Qi looked back to the north and shook his head.

There are two options to the south.

Annihilating the Lusitani province and heading straight to Saint Trique can both be counted as heading south.

The province of Lusitania was about to be reduced to scorched earth.

He still has time.

Before heading to the capital of Horning, St. Trik, you can also deal with a large number of Horning people who have not yet become demons.

Not surprisingly, there will be a large number of troops sent by Rashal to consume him, prompting him to quickly fall down the ninth level.

"Rashar, wait for me, I'll come to you soon."

Lan Qi no longer looked at the north where the Theocracy of Saint Paulante was, and turned towards the south.

The white robe gradually disappeared into the morning mist, leaving only a thin figure behind.

…

The northern part of the Theocracy of Saint Paulant.

The capital is Helsalem.

After experiencing a catastrophe, Helsalem finally settled down again.

At dawn in this ancient city-state, preparations for a grand coronation ceremony were underway.

The Theocracy of St. Paulante will usher in a new leader—the hero who leads everyone to expose the truth and stop the conspiracy of the Church.

"Have you heard? The Horning Empire in the south seems to be in danger now."

"I just heard, don't talk nonsense, the source of trouble in the Horning Empire is our Pope..."

"What pope! Our current pope is Sigre St. Anastasius!"

After hearing the terrible news coming from the south of Seville mainland, the residents couldn't help but feel lucky that it was His Majesty Sigre who defeated Lanclos.

Otherwise, it is very likely that the Helsalem people would be massacred indiscriminately by the frantic Lanclos.

Flowers, ribbons, and balloons decorate the streets and alleys of the central city of Helsalem, and even the windowsills of every house.

Whether people are at home or taking to the streets, they are all talking about the upcoming event in twos and threes.

The coronation ceremony will be held in the Hershalem Papal Hall, the most magnificent and top-notch building in St. Paulant.

After days of cleaning and repairs, the scars of the battle were smoothed away, and the Papal Hall was restored to its former glory.

Outside the hall, the uniformly lined up priests were lined up. Today they were wearing white cloaks with blue edges. The leading paladin held high the flag of Saint Paulante embroidered with the unicorn coat of arms.

Before the coronation ceremony officially began, the entire square in front of the Pope's Hall and even the streets several kilometers away were already packed with people, with an endless line of people as far as the eye could see.

Thousands of citizens came from all directions and packed the square, just to witness this historic moment with their own eyes.

There is a circular stage in the center of the square, covered with a red carpet, surrounded by three rows of white marble columns and wrapped with blue and white ribbons. In the middle of the stage stands a statue of the Moon Goddess holding a wooden staff and wearing silver gauze.

On the front steps, tall knights lined up on both sides. They were wearing silver-white armor, with blue feathers flying on the top of their helmets. They were holding spears, like a steel city wall. The blue and white flags of the unicorn heraldry were fluttering in the wind. The church's The band of musicians was in place at the foot of the steps, ready to play the celebratory music.

Clang, Clang!

Like the ripples cast by the pure daytime, the bells also rang along with the ritual music.

As the time arrived, the honor guard marched out of the Pope's Hall in a mighty manner, supporting Sigre in a formal dress as she walked slowly towards the high platform.

At this time, Sigre's whole body was shrouded in a soft and holy light. She was wearing a pure white dress with gold trim. She was walking dignifiedly, smiling slightly, and her beautiful and noble face carried an affinity that was unique to her. .

Behind her, the double doors of the Papal Hall were open, and the central aisle paved with red carpet went straight to the end, like a holy road leading to heaven.

Bells rang and cheers surged. The beautiful Pope Sigre smiled and waved to the crowd, accepting the people's heartfelt welcome.

"Glory - Praise -"

The Knights of the Temple quickly formed a human wall around the high platform in the square and stood ready to ensure that the installation ceremony of the new pope would be flawless.

Followed by a group of white-robed bishops, they respectfully saluted Sigre and then lined up on the right side of the square, announcing that the Holy See of Saint Paulant would fully assist the new pope.

With everything in place, Sigre slowly walked onto the high platform, accompanied by the melodious sacred music and the calls of the Polante people in the square.

Like a red sun rising slowly, shedding thousands of golden lights, Sigre's figure looked extremely dazzling at this moment.

She stood on the high platform, looking at the audience with compassionate and gentle eyes, and gently raised her right hand to signal the people to be quiet.

Suddenly, there was silence in the square.

Everyone is looking forward to the new pope's coronation speech.

Sigre cleared her throat and spoke slowly, speaking forcefully and resoundingly.

“Dear people of St. Paulant, today, in the name of the goddess of destiny and the people of St. Paulant, I hereby swear that I will lead St. Paulant towards a better future with a sincere heart and passionate blood. A better tomorrow. After suffering, we finally have the dawn of rebirth, but this test may have just come... Let us work together to carry out the original intention of the previous pope! "

As soon as the words fell, the audience burst into endless applause and cheers.

"Long live Sigre!"

"Long live Saint Paulante!"

The shouts one after another converged into an unstoppable torrent.

Countless flower petals and ribbons fluttered in the wind, like butterflies flying all over the sky, decorating the entire square in an extraordinarily dreamy way.

The exciting moment has finally arrived.

Queen Kesia walked forward slowly holding a velvet tray. On the tray lay quietly the shining triple crown that symbolized supreme power.

In a state of breathless concentration, Queen Kessia carefully raised the crown high above her head, waiting for the witness of all the people present.

The eyes of everyone in the square were devoutly focused on the crown and the new pope.

Queen Kesia took a deep breath and recited her coronation oath word for word—

"In the name of the Father, the Son of Man, and the Holy Spirit, and in the name of the thousands of years of Paulante's accumulation, I hereby serve as witness and deliver the crown left by the first pope to Sigre, the orthodox successor of Saint Paulantism. ·Saint Anastasius, I wish her nobility, wisdom, and kindness, and I wish her kingdom of Saint Paulant a long and prosperous life.”

The moment the oath fell, Queen Kesia entrusted the crown to Sigre.

The golden crown shone brightly, making Sigre's appearance even more noble.

Cheers, applause, tears, the joy from the heart seems to break through the sky and reach into the sky.

Sigre stared at the crown in front of her and placed it on her head.

A trace of loneliness flashed in her eyes, and her eyes swept down the steps, but she knew that she could not see the figure she wanted to see.

But she had to smile.

"I swear in the name of God and the people that I will live up to their expectations."

She raised her scepter high, looked around, and spoke again.

The bells were ringing melodiously, hymns were floating, and the morning light filtered through the rose window, coating the entire Papal Hall with a layer of gold. When the sun broke through the clouds and illuminated all things, Sigre solemnly held up the scepter and led the people. Singing the melody of Saint Paulante's national anthem in unison brought the coronation ceremony to its climax.

"Be diligent and fulfill your responsibilities, convince people with virtue, govern the world with justice, and let Saint Paulante return to its former glory!"

Sigre's voice was firm and heroic, reaching into the sky.

Amidst the cheers like a tsunami, thousands of white pigeons flew into the sky and turned into a white cloud.

The morning light penetrated through the clouds and mist, shrouding the entire square in a golden halo.

…

Hours passed.

The coronation ceremony came to an end, and the bustle of the bustling Helsare gradually faded away. Sigre, the new Pope of St. Paulant, returned to her throne room.

Behind the heavy oak door, there is a magnificent scene. The tall dome is painted with the newly restored murals of St. Paulante Church, and the walls are re-inlaid with emeralds and amethysts in colors requested by the new pope.

At the end of the steps is the unchanging papal throne of St. Paulante.

Sigre sat on the throne boredly, staring blankly at the empty throne room.

Her thoughts seemed to drift back to more than ten years ago.

When she was a street gangster in Helsalem.

I never thought I would one day become pope.

At that time, she had to worry about being hunted down by vampires every day and couldn't sleep well.

Everything has changed since receiving a business order to **** a customer to the Land of Eternal Night.

The story of the two of them also begins.

"I still remember at that time, I said that one day I would be strong enough to protect you, so if you train me to be the strongest warrior, I will definitely not suffer... But you always laugh and call me stupid, and I will always be in your eyes. It won’t grow up.”

Sigre murmured.

She is actually a mature woman.

Gradually, I understood the pain of liking something but not being able to pursue it.

She knew that she could not keep that man, and fate determined that they were destined to never end well in this life.

From the first moment she met him, she understood the martyrdom destiny written in his eyes.

Even so, she still couldn't forget many beautiful fantasies.

"Without you to crown me, this throne would be really cold to me..."

Tears filled her eyes, which were full of memories, hollow and tired, no longer as strong as she had been outside in the morning.

If possible, she wished she could meet him again.

The silence of the Papal Hall could not hide the sadness.

The goddess statue has a compassionate face, holding a bright lamp and looking at all living beings.

The long red carpet extends to the foot of the throne. On the candlesticks on both sides, the sacred fire burns quietly, reflecting the murals of the legend of reincarnation on the marble walls.

After a long time.

There was a knock on the door of the throne room.

"Please come in."

Sigre wiped away her tears, regained her serious face, and preached in the direction of the main entrance of the throne room.

The Throne Room is a space that only the Pope can enter on his own.

Others who want to enter must obtain permission from the Pope.

In fact, to a certain extent, they broke into the throne room two days ago with Lanclos's consent.

It's just that the world doesn't know it.

The heavy oak door opened, and a crowd of people stood at the door, only seeing the solemn new pope.

Sigre's hands were casually placed on the armrests of the throne, her posture remained unchanged, and she looked at the clergy who came to the throne room.

In addition to the important figures in the church, there were several bishops in pure white robes on the left, important ministers of the Papal Hall in blue and black robes on the right, as well as the presiding judge, the chief paladin, and the chief paladin who fought alongside her. The chief justice of the Holy Court who co-led the battle.

Justice Elm, wearing a black cassock and wearing the silver scales badge of the Holy Court on his chest, took a step forward.

"Your Majesty, news has just arrived that the chaos in the Horning Empire in the south has expanded. They show that men in white robes wearing silver masks are slaughtering the provinces indiscriminately. Hundreds of thousands of civilians are being killed every minute and every second. , and informed the neighboring countries in a meaningful way. After hearing the news, the attitudes of other countries towards our Theocracy have become sharply serious. "

Elm knelt down on one knee and reported.

He said it very tactfully, everyone knew who the man in white robe with silver mask was.

Hearing this, Sigre was surprisingly calm.

"Although the situation is serious, there is no room for us to panic. The top priority is to strengthen the defense of the south and be ready to attack Lanclos at any time. The whole country is under martial law and heightened vigilance. At the same time, envoys are sent to communicate with neighboring countries and make it clear that San Paulante will never We will allow citizens to do evil outside, and we will definitely punish the perpetrators to appease the people. However, if anyone dares to take advantage of the situation, harm the lives of our country, and smear our country, Saint Paulant will never sit still and wait for death.”

She stood up slowly and spoke calmly, her voice neither humble nor arrogant.

As soon as these words came out, the archbishops fell into silence at first, and then burst into low discussions.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Sigre, with various complex emotions in their eyes.

Everyone can understand.

This Sigre is a true hardline radical.

It's called an attack on the previous pope, but in reality it may be the Horning Empire.

It is clearly threatening the Horning Empire with force!

Completely inheriting the legacy of the old pope.

"Understood."

Justice Elm saluted and retired with all the dignitaries of the Papal Court.

Originally, they were worried that the new Pope Sigre would be very different from the old Pope in terms of decision-making.

Now it seems that the new pope is the female version plus the physical version of the old pope.

With her here, the Saint Paulant Church will surely usher in a glorious and magnificent era.

…

Two days later.

In the sunset, the place of destiny, St. Trinq.

Viewed from a high place, the winding Rhine River divides the city into two parts like a golden ribbon, and the reflection on the river is particularly dazzling.

Along the river bank, St. Trike's Cathedral stood in the dusk, and people in the nearby Horning Imperial Square strolled and chatted, enjoying the peace and quiet after get off work.

On the south side of the river, the Moonlight Tower, whose body is carved from a single piece of marble, is surrounded by layers of spiral staircases and corridors.

The observation deck at the top of the tower looks particularly magnificent when the sun rises, like a hanging garden suspended in the morning glow. Lan Qi was standing on the edge of the observation deck overlooking the city.

[You have arrived at St. Trike, the southernmost capital of the Horning Empire. 】

[You are the incarnation of disaster from heaven, standing above millions, tens of millions, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of lives. Your execution was so fast that even St. Trike did not realize your arrival. 】

[You have wiped out all the lives and troops in the province along the way. 】

"The sunset is infinitely better."

Lan Qi looked at the setting sun and said to himself.

"It's just dusk?"

A voice sounded in his head.

Thalia asked.

"It's just that the sunset is infinitely better."

He replied,

"It's time to do the last things before sunset."

The writing on the Mirror of Tiberius continues, climbing up the viewing platform of the Moonlight Tower like vines, densely forming a surrounding demonic writing.

【You will choose next:】

【A.Wantful destruction】

【B. Raid on the Blood Realm】

【C. Hidden Tour】

[D. Personal intervention]

[Remaining life: 0 days, 7 hours and 31 minutes]

This time, Lan Qi had no intention of looking for the same streets as when he first arrived at the North Shore.

There was no point in asking the residents of St. Trinq for their opinions.

"The last choice."

This time Talia followed Lanqi and saw an especially large number of options.

Go to the provinces along the southern route of the Horning Empire as much as possible.

Lanci chose to intervene personally.

Then everything slowed down.

It was as if he had woken up from a dream and gained the control of free movement, standing on the observation deck high above St. Trinq as if he were actually there.

Looking around, he saw himself wearing a casual vest, standing on the top of the Moonlight Tower.

"Hey, are you afraid of Pope Saint Paulante?"

Lan Qi still turned around on the observation deck and asked the residents visiting the Moonlight Tower.

"The Pope? The guy who wreaked havoc in the Horning Empire?"

"The vampires have been protecting us. There is nothing to be afraid of in local unrest, haha."

The customer next to the outdoor cafe on the observation deck replied generously, his tone full of trust in the vampires.

"Do you really think so?"

Lan Qi asked calmly, with a hint of doubt and inquiry.

"Those guys from the **** Saint Paulant Theocracy always like to smear the Vampires, but we won't believe their lies! Look, this time it's the Theocracy who did something good again, and the Vampires have been protecting us."

A middle-aged man in well-dressed clothes said angrily, his face full of dissatisfaction with the Theocracy.

"Even the Pope himself is not clean, how can the Theocracy of Saint Paulant be a good thing?"

Another strong-looking man with a resolute face clenched his fists and said decisively.

"Indeed, the Pope is really not a good person this time."

Lan Qi listened quietly to the remarks of these people from the Horning Empire, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he even agreed.

He vividly recalled the situation when they had been reduced to puppets of the vampires, and their appearance of being at the mercy of the vampires had never changed.

But at this moment, he had no other feelings except compassion.

He gently raised his fingertips.

Reverse sunset.

Purifying light.

Gradually falling from the sky.

All the sounds in the world are even hidden in the blank space and the roar.

In the fire that destroyed everything, only the evil silver mask was clearly visible.

The figure in the casual vest disappeared again, returning to the true form of Pope Saint Paulante.

When the explosion sounded again.

The air wave has blown through the entire city-state of St. Trike!

The original asphalt land of the city-state became scorched black and turned into steam in an instant. The clear lake was evaporated by the high temperature of the explosion, leaving only a dry river bed and a dead silence.

The tall towers, bustling markets, and magnificent temples of the past were all reduced to ashes. Even though the unnatural and devastating explosion had ended long ago, the light in the sky was still blocked, leaving only a dim glow.

On the ground, lava-like flames spread everywhere, and heat waves swept around, making the air unbearably hot. At the location of the original landmark building, the Moonlight Tower, the depth of the unnatural pit was incalculable, and it was filled with a pungent smoky smell. .

Only the wind was singing, as if mourning for all this, and as if the suffering souls trapped in this dead city were finally freed and rushed to the land of heaven.

At the center of the explosion, the scorching waves still continued, and the soil at its edge was always undulating with red light like breathing.

The entire city of St. Trike was empty, except for the lonely figure of the white-robed Pope standing in the center.

"Are you paying tribute to the Bishop of Destruction this time?"

Talia discovered that Lanqi especially liked to use the moves of teammates and former enemies.

Compared to light magic, Lan Qi prefers to use magic with other attributes after practicing.

This makes him seem more villain than villain at times.

"This magic can perfectly simulate the destructive power of an eighth-level strongman fighting to the death at the end of the road. In addition, I already know this trick."

Lan Qi shook his head.

"Can your nuclear fusion wolf explode like this? Let's see if you can show one at Brilda next time during the National Day Ceremony of the Kraiju Empire?"

Thalia has never seen with her own eyes the power of Lan Qi using the fusion wolf in actual combat.

"No, no, no, you can't put this thing in Brilda."

Lan Qi firmly rejected this proposal.

If the current nuclear fusion wolf is detonated by Thalia, it will also receive the double bonus of the sealing stone slab and the flint slab. It is difficult for him to estimate its power.

At most, you can threaten the enemy if necessary.

Sometimes, the unexploded bomb is the most useful.

“…”

Thalia was about to say something but stopped again. Although this kid was very principled, he still had a terrorist mentality.

At this moment, Lan Qi's body was suddenly locked by several strands of tangible magic power.

The movement of his magic alerted the ancestors of the blood clan under St. Trik.

Just like in the previous two weeks, the ancestors discovered that St. Paulante was the Pope at the end of his rope.

"It's time to open the door for me."

Lan Qi looked at the scorched earth of St. Trike from a distance and thought silently.

Before he could wait any longer, the surrounding scene suddenly changed.

As the world spun around, he fell into a strange enchanted space.

The surrounding buildings and trees fell rapidly upwards, and the shrill wind howled in my ears.

He began to fall downwards at an extremely fast speed, and all he could see was the scene of the city hanging upside down.

Countless buildings are inserted upside down into the dark night, subverting the laws of gravity wantonly. The buildings are staggered and interlocked, and the stacked buildings outline geometric patterns with depressions on all sides, like a carefully arranged three-dimensional Rubik's Cube maze.

The entire city stretched toward the sky in despair, and fell helplessly toward the center of the earth.

"Your Majesty the Pope, are you so angry today?"

The joking voice echoed around Lan Qi, like a declaration from the gods.

Under the silver mask, Lan Qi smiled and said nothing.

He hung upside down, his white robe fluttering, and fell freely towards the Blood Palace.

"Lancros, I have been really looking forward to seeing you these days. You didn't notify me in advance when you came. It really makes me feel strange."

The taunting voice of Rashal, the third ancestor, lingered in the darkness like a night spirit.

After dancing for an unknown amount of time, Lan Qi was shrouded in a palace.

The wide corridor in front of me disappears from time to time and reappears elsewhere. The door of the room continues to shift, leading to a completely different space. The stairs wind and spiral, never-ending. The doors on both sides of the long and narrow corridor are constantly opening and closing, and gushing blood flows out. The sea seems to be able to swallow everything.

Suddenly, a gorgeous sliding door slowly opened in front of Lan Qi.

He crossed without hesitation, and his fall began to slow.

Lan Qi looked around and slowly landed in the center of the circular square of the Blood Palace.

"Welcome to Blood Moon City, Pope Saint Paulante."

A handsome boy slowly walked out of the blood mist, it was the owner of the voice, and he saluted Lan Qi as he concluded his performance.

He has a delicate face, his skin is as white as porcelain, and his silky brown hair hangs down to his shoulders.

The pure black velvet dress set off his extraordinary temperament, with the golden Horning noble family emblem embroidered on the skirt. At first glance, he seemed to be just a pampered rich young man, but when you look into those ruby ​​eyes, you will find that There is an accumulation of knowledge that far exceeds his apparent age.

"Now that you have successfully reached Blood Moon City, you may have learned something about the demon. How do you feel?"

The corners of Duke Rashal's mouth raised slightly, and a trace of amusement flashed in his eyes.

"I feel good."

The pope in the silver mask looked straight at the mist behind Rashal and locked the positions of the other ancestors.

A blazing red arc of fire burst out from his palm, shooting straight into the sky, instantly lighting up the entire Blood Moon City as bright as purgatory.

Countless bright fires gathered in the void and turned into a net of purgatory, overwhelming the sky and covering Blood Moon City.

"Don't get into a fight as soon as you come up, Mr. Pope, there are still many surprises."

Duke Rachar sneered.

A purple tortoise shell-shaped magic barrier quickly formed around Rashal, blocking the fire net.

The two magic powers collided fiercely in mid-air, erupting with a deafening roar.

Lan Qi remained motionless, and continued to use the light and fire spell on the back of his hand.

But gradually, this confrontation seemed to have reached an impasse.

On the ground for several kilometers, a huge magic circle was formed under the feet of the third ancestor Rashal. The magic it exuded was far greater than the power that the Pope had just exploded. The purple-red light spots all over the sky circulated crazily in the Blood Palace, turning into One after another, the **** pythons roared towards the Pope's light array, making the air stagnant.

Lan Qi remained silent, increased his spell output, and quickly built a rock seal shield in front of him.

Even in the face of Duke Rashal's full blow, the rock shield remained motionless, but fine cracks appeared on the surface, spreading like a spider web.

In the next second, countless dazzling rays of light burst out from the Pope's body, intertwining into thousands of light wheels in the air, carrying a huge amount of power and crushing straight towards Rashaer.

Two destructive forces violently collided in the void, and a loud noise shook the entire Blood Palace. In an instant, the attacks of both sides were offset, and the situation returned to calm.

"Oh, Lanclos, you are so weak now, do you still think that you are still the invincible Pope Saint Paulante?"

Rashal had just finished his moves, but he seemed calm and composed, with a playful smile on his face.

The Pope slowly lowered his hand, his expression under the mask dim and unclear.

"Lan Qi, have I read this section three times?"

Although Talia believed that the details were different every time.

But the openings of all three simulations were similar.

Except for the first time, I really couldn’t win.

Later, Lan Qi started to enjoy it.

"Then I personally interfered, and I can't even skip this section."

Lan Qi responded rationally.

"Too…"

Thalia was unable to argue.

The Hanging Lord Tiberius is at least a qualified designer in this regard, giving the Mirror of Tiberius a function similar to skipping.

But only in situations where there is no personal intervention.

I heard Lan Qi say before that the planner of their company just didn't want to implement the skip plot function, and then the planner's mother died immediately, so Lan Qi organized colleagues to pay tribute to the planner's mother.

Raging flames suddenly burst out from the ground, and the Blood King Divine Fire, as hot as magma, instantly engulfed the entire square, dyeing the dark space into a crimson abyss.

The scorching heat began to scorch the Pope's body.

The sea of ​​​​purgatory fire released by the Pope in advance this time also spread on the ground, and it was impossible to tell whose flame it was.

"You guys don't sit idly by and come together to entertain the distinguished guests."

Duke Rashal turned back, looked meaningfully at the sky, raised the corners of his mouth, and shouted to several figures in the blood mist at the edge of the Blood Palace Square.

"I guess half a second."

Before Lan Qi could finish muttering, a figure suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

I saw a burly man emerging from the fog, the golden tassels on his military uniform fluttering in the wind. A provocative smile emerged from the corner of his mouth. Surging power surged around him, and the uniform on his body was torn.

He suddenly stretched out his right fist and struck at the Pope's face with lightning speed.

When the explosion echoed through the Blood Palace, Lan Qi's figure barely avoided the heavy punch.

The pope's movements seemed awkward, and he seemed to be in a hurry when he landed on one foot, but the corners of his clothes were still not stained with dust at all.

"Haha, Pope, are you doing acrobatics?"

Somerset, the eighth ancestor, looked at the Pope's funny and exaggerated appearance and asked.

Soon, the Pope will learn that the peace of this age is nothing but a delusion.

The deaths of his fellow worms were destined to be meaningless.

And he will be incompetent and furious at Chi Mu, who has long lost the power to fight against the vampires.

He even didn't know that it would be of no use even if he still maintained the ninth level of strength, because their vampires had already planted poisonous seeds in the world.

"Somerset, even though he has fallen from his peak, is naturally restrained towards us."

A cold female voice came from the blood mist, with a hint of warning in her tone.

A beautiful female vampire dressed in a dark purple gauze dress stepped out. The moment she appeared to join the battle, the magical aura of Duke Rashal and the Marquis of Somerset suddenly rose to a whole new level. .

"Lord Pope, haven't you killed enough along the way? We vampires may not have killed as many people as you."

Another voice sounded leisurely.

The blood mist condensed into shape, and an extremely handsome blond man slowly walked out. He was wearing an off-white silk shirt with a velvet vest, and an emerald bow tie at the collar. His golden brown curly hair hung casually on his forehead, slightly covering it. Those ruby ​​eyes.

"For wasting so much of the food we have worked so hard to raise, should you give us any compensation? For example, give us a little happiness?"

The ninth ancestor, Margrave Bernhard, asked the Pope in a friendly tone like a hospitable gentleman.

Harrithir's prophecies never failed.

The twilight Pope Saint Paulante now only has a day or two left to live at most.

"Why is His Majesty the Pope so silent? Could it be that he has foreseen his own end and is despairing?"

Duke Rachar asked, his tone full of contempt as if he were playing with his prey.

He looked forward greatly to seeing the gradual collapse of the Pope.

"No."

The white-robed pope raised his index finger and shook it.

"…Um?"

Rashael narrowed his eyes.

"Then what do you mean?"

To be honest, Lanclos's reaction was beyond his expectation.

The white-robed masked figure was silent, a little too indifferent.

It's like a different person.

Not only was there no trace of surprise from Lanclos, he also had no feeling at all about the gap in combat power between the two sides. It was as if everything was just a matter of course. The madness and anger were not there at all. They were just tasting the afternoon tea. of calmness.

And he never lowered his index finger.

Let Rashal not understand what he meant.

The white-robed pope raised his hand unhurriedly and took off his mask for the first time. His relaxed smile seemed to have never changed.

"I can fight you with just one index finger."

He looked through his slender fingers and spoke to the four ancestors opposite him in a natural tone.

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