Don't confiscate my citizenship

Chapter 792 Lan Qi seeks merit for all his atrocities

In the spacious and luxurious executive suite on the top floor of Purgatory Cloister Academy, no matter how the wind and snow blow outside the window, the interior is always bathed in soft light.

Occasionally, the signal from the magic communication device lights up in front of the desk.

Lan Qi's eyes moved towards this light.

Compared with the previous two simulations, this time it was six or seven hours later, and the initial time was already at night.

As the principal, he seemed to have been dreaming in the principal's office all day, not even paying attention to the missed communication.

According to Lan Qi's knowledge of the principal's office, the secretary should have looked for him during the day, but he did not respond.

And if there is nothing too important, the secretary will not come to the principal's office to disturb him, so the information will be retained.

"I don't know if others will worry about us if we disappear from Purgatory Corridor Academy today."

Thalia misses Hyperion and Sigre.

"I told Lisandra my plans for today in advance, and she should tell them."

Lan Qi touched the communication magic device and flipped through the messages on it.

He didn't think too much about things outside the Mirror of Tiberius, and focused on the things in front of him first.

At present, it seems that if he does not make a choice, time will pass for every minute he spends in the principal's office.

At this stage, what he can do in the principal's office is very limited.

There is almost no contact with the outside world, and there is no way to use Lancross's high-level spells.

A closer feel is Town Safety Mode.

If you want to use Lanclos's power to travel far away quickly, or completely use Lanclos' ninth-level body to fight, you have to choose the "personal intervention" option.

When Lan Qi thought of this, the information from the Mirror of Tiberius stopped in front of him, and then the first branch appeared.

【You will choose next:】

【A.Immortal punishment】

【B. Go to Demon King's Castle】

【C. Return to the Theocracy】

[D. Personal intervention]

[Remaining life: 5 days, 4 hours and 30 minutes]

Lan Qi stood in front of the desk, turned off the communication magic device, and looked at the options this time.

This simulation is based on the premise that Lanclos has already experienced the previous two simulations, and the information he holds has also changed accordingly.

However, the initial options are no different from the second simulation.

Compared with the first simulation, the only change is that the original first option ‘continue to stay’ has been eliminated.

Because Lanclos could no longer sit still after learning about the turmoil in the southern Horning Empire.

"Nothing to think about."

Lan Qi had almost no need to hesitate about the options of the Mirror of Tiberius, he was so familiar with them.

After reading it, he already selected the immortal punishment option on the light screen.

"You really don't have any stress disorder at all."

Thalia sighed in his mind.

Knowing the price of eternal punishment, she was very afraid of this spell.

If Tamisha didn't help them pull the plug, the real punishment of this spell might be "infinity".

She was really scared last time.

There is no end in sight.

Now she is still in the mood of surviving the disaster.

However, Thalia felt even more sad when she thought that Lancros in history had to actually use immortal punishment once outside the Mirror of Tiberius.

In reality, no one can save him.

When Lancross faces the end of the blood moon, he really needs to make a decision.

While Talia was thinking about it, the eternal punishment of immortality that Lan Qi chose also began.

In an instant, the office in front of him began to be filled with black mist magic.

The originally stable enchantment magic on the office wall began to fluctuate, being pulled by the mysterious rules, and the lights became dimmer.

The tremendous magic power gathered in the air in front of the principal's desk, the supreme power of the demon world, emitted the same fluctuations as the black sun.

The magic power of the black mist gathered and weaved, and the air began to tremble, until it finally enveloped Lan Qi, forming a black poisonous snake around him, and finally the lingering black mist shrank and rushed into his face.

When the spell engraved by the black mist fell on Lan Qi's left cheek, the surrounding magic fluctuations gradually subsided, the light dissipated, and everything returned to normal.

[Even if you know the consequences of using Immortal Punishment. 】

[You still used it resolutely, no matter what kind of eternal punishment you would suffer. 】

[You know, this is the only way to maintain your condition—]

[Complete your final mission. 】

"This time we both have to stay in the void space for an unknown amount of time."

Thalia sighed.

Although Tamisha will help them cut off the energy outside according to the two-hour time limit Lanci said, she doesn't know how far the deviation will be.

Once there are a few extra minutes, it may be days or even months for them, as time flows faster in the Mirror of Tiberius.

"I'm sorry for making you suffer with me."

Lan Qi briefly took off his mask, looked at his reflection that looked more like a demon, and said with some guilt.

He clearly said that he wanted Thalia to enjoy happiness.

In the end, Thalia was dragged along to suffer the consequences.

"What are you talking about? I've been living so well every day since I was with you. If I have any difficulties, I'll tell you what's wrong."

Thalia said with great loyalty,

"As long as I'm here, you will never be alone."

Knowing the void world after immortal punishment, she was even less likely to let Lan Qi enter the Mirror of Tiberius alone.

The feeling of two people being locked in a void space is completely different from that of one person being locked in a void space, at least they won't be so lonely.

"Thank you, Master. I now realize that I was wrong in my previous evaluation of you."

Lan Qi put the mask back on his face, covering up the black centipede-like incantation on his cheek. He felt his own taboo power that would never wither.

In this way, he will no longer see hints that he is getting weaker.

"What review?"

Thalia asked curiously.

"You should also be the popular type of woman."

Lan Qi replied sincerely.

“…”

Talia couldn't analyze for a moment whether Lan Qi was praising her or insulting her.

This speaking habit is really strange.

she thought.

The demonic writing on the Mirror of Tiberius continues to appear—

【You will go next:】

【A. Nekalis】

【B.Saintrick】

【C.Heshalem】

[D. Personal intervention]

[Remaining life: 5 days, 4 hours and 29 minutes]

New options emerge.

"No, does the Hanging Lord Tiberius have obsessive-compulsive disorder? Has Helsalem been cut into neat lengths?"

When Thalia saw the third option, she was stunned for a moment before she realized that it was Helsalem, the capital of Saint Paulant.

"If you recite Heshalem quickly, it is indeed Heshalem. There is nothing wrong with it."

Lan Qi quite agrees.

In different languages, there are many ways to transliterate Heshalem, and it is not wrong to call it Heshalem.

As for Nekalis and Saint Trik, they are the capitals of the Demon Realm and the Horning Empire respectively.

Don’t even think about going there for now.

"Then are you going to go back to the capital of St. Paulante Theocracy first this time?"

Thalia understood what Lan Qi would choose, but seeing that he had not determined his choice yet, she asked him.

"I have something to do before we go."

Lan Qi pressed the communication magic device button in the principal's office.

Although Lancros' true power cannot be used without making a choice, even the range of action is limited and time continues to pass.

But just using some existing objects in the principal's office has no impact.

This kind of small-scale movement is something that can be done in the fantasy world. He has also verified it in the first two simulations. In many selected moments in the scene, he can lightly participate in it by his own will.

In fact, it is okay to use personal intervention now.

But he wanted to save the opportunity to fight in person until he fought in Blood Moon City.

He also wanted to take note of the layout of Blood Moon City.

"What can you do now?"

Thalia was confused.

She felt that Lan Qi had little room to develop in the principal's office.

Of course, she could also understand Lan Qi's need to experience Blood Moon City.

First of all, there are tens of thousands of years between the blood moon bad world and the current world.

They have confirmed this at least dozens of times since they first came into contact with the Blood Moon Bad World, but some people just can't figure it out and are still arguing about the timeline in the Ikerite student forum.

In addition, any country in this blood moon era, including the demon world, has already gone through great changes and has changed differently from any country in this world.

Only the ruins of Blood Moon City, which are sealed under the southern continent, will not change much in tens of thousands of years.

The maximum sealing time of Lanclos' immortal punishment for the vampires is about tens of thousands of years, so by that time in this world, the ancestors of the vampires will begin to unseal it one after another.

Anyone who looked similar to the current world in the Blood Moon era, even if they looked like similar flowers to Lan Qi, they were reincarnations to Thalia.

From her understanding of Lan Qi, Lan Qi once gained a "memory of another world" after breaking into the Church of the Goddess of Destiny while drunk, where he was a main beauty and would have some ideas about some things in the future timeline of this world. learn.

It cannot be ruled out that Lanclos traveled to a world and experienced one life before reincarnating into Lanqi, but what Lanqi saw and heard about this world as the main beauty in that life must have been fabricated and arranged by the goddess of fate.

In other words, in fact, the "art of mastering beauty" is the accumulation of Lanclos and Lanci's painting talent, which belongs to him.

As for "the main beauty's understanding of the world", these are just the results of divination passed on to him by the goddess of fate in a way that is more acceptable to him.

It even includes a map of Bloodmoon City.

The map of Blood Moon City and the information about the ancestors are obviously also the knowledge of Lancross. Lancross has experienced three simulations and one actual battle. He must have a deep understanding of Blood Moon City and be able to understand the map of Blood Moon City like the main beauty. Not surprisingly, the appearances of the ancestors of the blood race that Lanqi was familiar with were also the ancestors that Lanclos had fought against.

Goddess of Fate only returned the knowledge of Lanclos to Lanqi without affecting Lanqi's ego.

Thalia believed she had combed through it clearly enough.

Even a three-year-old child can understand it when told.

"Of course you have to make some preparations before setting off."

Lan Qi picked up the receiver of the communication magic device, waited for the connection, and answered Thalia.

Soon, along with a buzzing sound, a clear demonic female voice sounded from the other side.

"Mr. Principal, are you looking for me?"

The principal's secretary's demonic voice came.

"I'm looking for Sigre, is she here?"

Ranchi responded into the microphone.

The secretary’s voice was still Lysandra.

It's just that compared to the Shadow World, Lysandra in Lancross's timeline is obviously not so relaxed about herself.

If you think about it carefully, if Miss Witch had not lived to the time of the Dark Eclipse Demon Realm in the third shadow world, Lancros would not have met and become friends with Lisandra in the Demon King's City Nekaris. Later, even Lisa Della is destined to come to Purgatory Corridor College to serve as the principal's secretary, and Lanclos and Lisandra have a more superior-subordinate relationship.

No matter how talkative Lanclos was, he was still a big demon that was out of reach for Lissandra.

"Yes, I'll call her for you. Please wait a moment."

Lysandra replied respectfully.

"Thanks."

Lan Qi didn't chat much with her and put the microphone back in its place.

He sat down on the principal's office chair and waited.

Looking up at the dome of the principal's office.

"what are you thinking about?"

Seeing that he was bored, Thalia struck up a conversation with him.

Sometimes she didn't even know what Lan Qi was thinking. He seemed to be thinking about nothing, but also seemed to be feeling something.

"I'm afraid that Sigre will also become distant from me."

Lanqi is not sure what the real historical relationship between Lanclos and Sigre is.

But judging from the fragments of the Demon King's Palace recorded in Kaliela's Shadow Weaving Record, Lanclos, who was at his most frustrated period, was not very kind to Sigre at the beginning, and just made Sigre look like a burden. Gray follows him.

Sigre, on the other hand, regards Lanclos as her hope of survival and wants to gain his protection and learn from him the power of revenge against the vampires.

It was Lanclos who fell into the land of gentleness in the Demon King's Palace, and Lanclos saw the illusion of Miss Witch. Only then did Lanclos untie his knot, and regard Sigre as his hope for survival and the one he must protect. Object.

Boom boom.

There was a knock on the door.

Interrupting Lan Qi's thoughts.

"Please come in."

Lan Qi looked at the door of the principal's office and preached.

"I am coming."

The light-haired nun pushed open the door and entered.

Her amethyst eyes met the green ones under the Pope's mask.

There was a trace of surprise and joy on the nun's face, but she didn't understand why the Pope suddenly came to her.

"Sigre, come here."

Lan Qi said to her, motioning for her to close the door and come to the desk. He had something important to discuss.

In Lanclos's timeline, Sigre is still dressed as a nun. She has long, silky hair draped over her shoulders. She wears a close-fitting white nun's robe with silver lace inlaid on it. She is tied with the Holy Trinity pattern around her waist. Purple ribbon.

But the aura on her body is still so powerful that it is beyond normal. She is almost at the peak of the eighth level. She only needs the accumulation of faith to advance to the ninth level.

Lan Qi thought about it and was right. Lancros could easily subdue the blasphemous Lord Melogas, and it didn't have to be Sigre's turn to take action. She had no problem maintaining the attire of a St. Paulant believer.

"coming."

Sigre nodded, closed the door, came to the side of the desk, and stood facing Lan Qi.

"She didn't even rush to hug you."

Thalia muttered to Lanci's surprise.

The Sigre in front of her was obviously more cautious towards the Pope, and she also understood the difference between herself and the Pope as a mature woman.

The only thing that was the same was that there was no closeness or affection hidden in Sigre's eyes.

"Although the Lanclos line simulated by the Mirror of Tiberius is not the same world line as the Shadow World, Sigre is always Sigre, and her behavior patterns should not change much, such as the way she expresses her affection. …”

Thalia analyzed.

Thalia wondered.

In the shadow world, something went wrong with her precious daughter Sigre, and she would stick to it when she saw Lan Qi.

"Is this normal? The Sigre outside the mirror looks like she has not grown mentally in twelve years. She still thinks she is a little girl. She would put her arms around my neck and hug me when she saw me. I was even afraid that she would suddenly kiss me. I simply Can't resist."

Lan Qi responded helplessly with his thoughts.

"Don't worry, as I'm watching with my own eyes, this kind of thing will never happen."

Thalia said extremely confidently.

She understood very well that Lan Qi's inability to resist was literally incapable of resisting.

But she will protect Lan Qi.

"Sigre."

Lan Qi looked at the figure opposite the desk and spoke with a serious attitude.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Sigre stared at the eyes under the mask, as if she understood something from them, her eyebrows knitted together, and she asked worriedly.

"I have something to ask you. Only you can help me with this."

Lan Qi spoke solemnly.

…

[After explaining the matter to Sigre. 】

[You and her split up and returned to Helsalem, the capital of St. Paulant Theocracy...]

The sky over the capital was dark and low, with showers approaching.

The towering spire of the Helsalem Papal Hall was shrouded in darkness.

In the square, Sigre and his group stood in a tight formation, staring at the closed door of the hall.

Behind them were groups of temple knights and heretic inquisitors, outflanking them from both sides.

Today's changes near the Papal Hall made the people not react to the changes. They only dared to hide at home and wait for possible changes in the Theocracy of Saint Paulante.

"Decades of lies come to an end today."

Justice Elm of the Holy Court drew out his holy staff, his tone was cold and his eyes were burning.

As a confidant of Pope Lanclos, he resolutely chose to betray the Pope at this moment.

The silver-white plate armor shines brightly in the haze, and his posture is majestic and upright.

Beside him, the armor of the Heretic Inquisitor of the Judgment Office emitted a faint red light, and the Holy Knight's spear was already unsheathed.

"Kill Lanclos, we are not his tools for revenge."

The leader of the Heretic Inquisitor roared, his voice coming out from under his helmet, full of rage.

And the real leader, the figure standing in front of the Papal Hall holding a sword—

She pressed the hilt of the sword, her purple eyes showing determination, and her long light-colored hair fluttering in the wind like a dazzling flag.

"The Pope has already lost himself due to the 'spiritual trauma' left by the third ancestor Rashar. We must prevent his revenge on the Horning Empire and must not allow him to continue his madness and cause a catastrophe. This is what we His responsibility is also to carry out the faith he once left us!”

Sigre, a saint, shouted loudly.

"Come on!"

The elite forces of the Saint Paulante Church roared in response.

Before they finished speaking, the door of the Pope's Hall was breached by them.

The Papal Hall of Helsalem, this magnificent, solemn building, stands above the sea of ​​clouds, and can easily overlook the panoramic view of the imperial capital that can be seen under the clouds below.

It is a symbol of power and faith. It has been the spiritual pillar of Helsalem in the years since the war began. It is also the source of evil that brews dangers and conceals the truth.

The knight army led by Sigre broke through the stairs and finally reached the interior of the Pope's Hall.

The crowd erupted in a shocking response.

The horns sounded and the shirts fluttered.

Under the command of Sigre, the Royal Guards, Temple Knights, and Heretic Tribunals rushed into the Pope's Hall in a mighty manner, facing the rolling torrent of the Guardian Knights of the Pope's Hall head-on, like an army of thousands, they were unstoppable.

"You rebels, are you crazy?!"

The Pope's loyal guardian knights, the firm voices sworn to protect the Pope and maintain the country, asked.

"You are the rebels who have betrayed your faith!"

The soldiers from both sides collided together like a gust of wind, erupting into a deafening sound of fighting.

The light of the sword was like snow, the shadows of the guns were flying, and sparks flew everywhere when the armor hit.

Sigre rushed to the front, like a Valkyrie coming to the world.

She waved the Saint Paulante Divine Sword in her hand and was invincible.

The guardian knights under the Pope's command followed one after another. She had an elegant figure, sometimes sprinting, sometimes jumping. No enemy could get closer than a few meters to her body.

The leader of the paladin and the leader of the trial team followed Sigre, each showing their strengths.

The two eighth-level strongest men of the Saint Paulante Church were like gods of war, killing decisively and without mercy.

The paladin leader continued to display his magic, arousing thunderous cries. The chief judge's hammer technique was fierce, opening and closing, making him invincible.

The besieging enemies fell to the ground one after another, winding down the high steps of the Pope's Hall, and black mist dispersed on the marble floor.

Not long after, the assembled troops led by Sigre successfully broke into the throne room.

Pushing open the towering purple-black iron mesh door with intricate carvings, you are greeted by a cold atmosphere under the towering dome.

The huge rotunda can accommodate thousands of people. The blue marble walls are carved with statues of saints and knights. The golden edges are shining. There is a huge crystal chandelier in the center of the ceiling arch. Thousands of candles are swaying and burning. The whole hall was illuminated brightly.

Both sides of the long red carpet leading to the throne were still densely packed with heavily armed black knights.

They are obviously more powerful than the guardian knights outside, holding spears like mechanical golems, with scarlet and cold eyes, and cold lines at the corners of their mouths, like a formidable statue.

Even the holy light began to distort and deform, and the music in the Pope's Hall accelerated and changed its tone, becoming a coquettish requiem.

Many of the priests who followed Sigre's sudden attack couldn't help but shudder.

I don't know when it started, but the atmosphere in the Helsalem Papal Hall actually made them feel so frightened to the core.

This further verifies the fact that Saint Sigre and Justice Elm and other senior leaders of the St. Paulant Church have unanimously determined -

The Pope has truly fallen.

Click, click.

The footsteps of the elite silver-armored knights sounded behind them, and they all arrived at the throne room of the final battlefield.

They have already set up the Sky Shield Formation.

The Queen of Kesia also handed over the secret treasure of the country to Saint Sigre early on, giving her instructions for the crusade against the Pope, so that Saint Sigre could control the power of the defense barrier of Helshalem to suppress the Pope. .

Even the royal family chose to support Saint Sigre.

Although the temple knights are not sure whether Saint Sigre's desperate fight can succeed.

But as long as she can complete this feat, she will definitely become the new Holy Emperor of the Theocracy of Saint Paulante, and in the future, she will rely on the power of Saint Paulante's faith to be promoted to the new ninth level of the Theocracy.

“…”

Sigre, who was standing at the front, shifted her gaze to the throne at the end of the red carpet, full of vigilant hostility.

It was a staircase tens of meters high, and at the end was the figure of Pope Lanclos Saint Anastasius.

"Here you come, my beloved daughter, why do you want to fight against me?"

He was wearing a pure white robe, a triple crown and a silver mask, holding a black mist skeleton scepter in his hand, sitting lazily on the throne and overlooking all living beings.

The stained glass around the hall casts a colorful halo, reflecting on the Pope. His mask has a kind face and a faint smile hanging on the corner of his mouth, making him look kind and loving.

But his evil words made all the priests feel terrified.

Even for Sigre, who he had raised personally, he seemed to lack any due care and had a joking attitude.

"You are no longer Lanclos. You are just an undead blinded by hatred!"

Sigre's eyes were full of struggle and reluctance, but she had already made up her mind.

“…”

The clergy looked at Sigre's trembling hand that clenched the hilt of the sword, and her trembling words, and they all understood that she was the one who suffered the most if she wanted to assassinate the Pope and do such a treasonous thing.

"Yeah-?"

The white-robed pope's voice was long and drawn out, as if he was humming a ditty.

He finally stood up.

"I really didn't expect that I would kill you with my own hands today, Sigre."

The Pope looked down at Sigre from a distance, and his eyes became a little colder.

Sigre's sight passed through many obstacles and met the eyes of the towering Lanclos.

For an instant, time and space seemed to stand still, and everything was silent.

Only two souls with an undecided outcome faced each other silently in the torrent of history, ushering in the final moment of judgment.

"You don't deserve to call my name like that anymore."

Sigre clenched the sword in her hand, took firm steps, and stepped onto the steps leading to the throne without hesitation.

She is approaching the fallen dictator step by step, and is bound to tear off his rotten body and tell the world the truth.

"Oh? It seems that I am usually too tolerant to you, so I indulge you, a little wild wolf who doesn't know the heights of heaven and earth."

Suddenly there was a thunderous explosion, and rain poured down outside the Pope's Hall, hitting the marble floor and splashing layers of mist.

"I'm not your little wolf anymore."

Lightning pierced the sky, and Sigre's face was illuminated from the rose window on the side.

In a blink of an eye, her figure was almost in front of Pope Lanclos, and she attacked directly towards Lanclos.

"You don't have the final say in this kind of thing. Your life was given to you by me. I can take it back at any time."

The Pope's scepter was raised, and a dazzling black light fell from the sky, covering Sigre.

She gritted her teeth and held swords in both hands to shake off the Pope's dark magic. The sword blades crossed and she used her great strength to strike at the Pope. The scepter and the sword collided with a deafening sound.

However, the Pope has already used telekinesis magic to bless the Black Mist Skeleton Scepter in his hand. The two powerful forces are wrestling with each other, and they are indistinguishable.

When the shield array of the sky and the protection of the priesthood came to her, the Pope actually started to take half a step back.

"Lancros, you have indeed become too weak. You can't beat me now!"

Sigre shouted.

"Stupid, it's too early for you to defeat me."

The white-robed pope sneered disdainfully,

"How can a secular body shake the authority of the Holy Pope!"

I saw him leaving a free hand, and a dazzling black light condensed in his palm. Countless chains shot out of the air and went straight to Sigre's limbs and joints.

Sigre's strength was rising again, she gritted her teeth and pressed down on the Pope with her sword.

The Pope was dismissive and lightly tapped the scepter in his hand. The burst of telekinetic magic wave instantly knocked Sigre back.

At the critical moment, Sigre was pulled away from the throne by the chain and smashed to the ground, causing the entire temple to tremble.

More than that, the Pope's combat experience is by no means comparable to anyone else. His whole body is shrouded in an invisible but indestructible shield.

No matter how much Sigre's sword edge exerted its full force, he could counterattack and sneak attack while he was being dragged away by the chain. Even if he was hit just now, it would only cause little ripples on the surface of the shield.

"Sigre, if you are willing to surrender to me again, you will still be my beloved daughter. I can pamper you even more and forgive your betrayal."

The Pope opened his hands, raised them high, and looked at Sigre at the foot of the steps. His eyes became gentle, as if he could give her a hug, but also as if he wanted to dominate her.

“…”

Sigre stood up steadily from the ruins, with a wavering look in her eyes, as if she was about to be unable to resist the temptation of the Pope, and wanted to throw herself into his arms and push him down.

Then she shook her head violently and regained her determined killing intent.

Sigre once again attacked the Pope head-on.

"Don't be disturbed by his spiritual magic!"

This time, the chief paladin and the chief judge, who had escaped from the black knight army, also surrounded and attacked the pope from both sides of the long steps.

They were convinced that Sigre had almost been charmed by the Pope's crooked spiritual spells.

How insidious and evil!

"Yes!"

Sigre agreed without conscience.

In fact, the Pope didn't use any magic just now.

Her arm suddenly moved forward, her purple eyes burst into light, and the power of the fist in her hand was like lightning in the night, determined to take away the Pope's life with this blow!

The presiding judge did not give the Pope any chance to dodge, and his huge figure swinging the war hammer arrived in front of the Pope again.

At this moment, he showed his murderous intention, and his armor was filled with a faint red brilliance, as hot and fierce as burning.

The confinement spells of the Paladin Captain also followed one after another, making it inevitable for the Pope to avoid it.

Buzz!

Sigre's fist seemed to hit an invisible iron wall, and black mist updrafts began to erupt on the ground in front of the throne, and the metallic buzzing sound and air waves began to rise again.

The hasty Pope Saint Paulante had to get close to absorb this double eighth-level offensive.

On the inside of the magic barrier, the Pope's black magic power cut scars on the throne room floor like a blade, sealing off all the space between the rebels and him.

The Pope was one against three, and the offensive and defensive momentum was reversed. The murderous intent spewed out by his former companions was constantly burning his body.

The green pupils under his silver mask briefly lost focus.

As if remembering some past scene, his movements stopped.

The indestructible shield outside the white robe also began to disintegrate.

"On your way, Pope."

The eighth-level assassin of the royal family lurking in the dark quickly nocked an arrow and shot several sharp arrows in succession towards Pope Saint Paulante.

The sound of arrow feathers breaking through the air was sharp and harsh.

His arrows were not missed, and Pope St. Paulante could not muster the energy to block all the arrows.

Just a few "chichi" sounds were heard, and several sharp arrows penetrated the Pope's robe one after another, causing blood to splash.

The Pope covered his shoulders and staggered back a few steps.

"Sigre, now!"

the paladin commander shouted.

Sigre understood and drew her sword again. The white knight's jersey flew in the air. Her posture was like a swimming dragon, and the sword in her hand was directly between the Pope's eyebrows.

At this critical moment, a sudden change occurred!

"No! I won't lose like this..."

The Pope muttered something while shaking his head like a maniac.

The entire ceiling of the Papal Hall made a deafening tearing noise, and countless pieces of rubble collapsed.

Immediately afterwards, the overwhelming red lotus karma fire erupted from the ground and swept across the cloud temple.

In the center of the Karma Fire, a huge thing rises from the ground and gradually takes shape.

It was a nine-headed fire snake that was tens of meters long and covered in scales.

"Even if four of you come to attack me at the eighth level, led by a guy like you, Sigre, who is close to the ninth level, you are still not my opponent, absolutely not!" The Pope stood up tremblingly, raised the Black Mist Skeleton Scepter, and recovered In a state of madness.

His words sounded a bit like he was emphasizing the rationality of the outcome of this battle, but no knight present would relax enough to wonder if the Pope was explaining.

Before he finished speaking, the nine-headed fire snake had already pounced on everyone, opened its **** mouth, and spit out its fiery breath.

The rolling flames swept across the ground. Wherever it passed, the marble floor tiles were burned black and cracked, and hot steam rose up.

The barrier formed by the knight's shield array fully resisted the flames.

Sigre jumped back quickly, narrowly avoiding the snake's breath, and already felt the searing waves of air coming towards her face.

She looked up and saw the body of the summoned object covering the sky and the sun, its eighteen giant eyes flashing with a greedy and crazy red light, its fangs like forests, and its claws like hooks.

But Sigre had no fear, and instead had high fighting spirit.

"The Pope has been forced by us to need the power of summoned beasts, don't be afraid!"

She turned and shouted, encouraging the knights.

"I am here to help you on the orders of Queen Kesia!"

The royal assassins followed closely and joined the frontal battlefield.

The two strongest men of the St. Paulanth Cult looked at each other and joined the battle group.

When the Hydra saw humans taking the initiative to attack, it couldn't help but become more excited and let out a deafening roar.

It suddenly folded its wings and rushed down towards the ground.

The sharp claws carved several deep ravines on the marble floor, splashing rubble all over the sky.

Sigre took the lead in the attack, threw away the sword, and punched the fire snake.

There was a loud clang, and Sigre's arm strength was amazing. He actually condensed a dazzling light in his palms and grabbed the front paw of the fire snake with his bare hands.

At the same time, on the other side of the nine-headed fire snake, the war hammer in the hand of the chief judge was filled with crimson fire, and he slashed hard at the snake's body. The snake's scales were so hard that it did not move at all, and the shock made the chief judge's mouth numb.

The royal assassin shot a series of sharp arrows, aiming at the snake's eyes, but the scales on the head of the nine-headed fire snake were thicker, and the arrows broke off, and it closed its eyes to avoid it.

The Holy Knight jumped up high, holding the holy spear, and stabbed the snake's neck from top to bottom.

Rao is a paladin captain known for his comprehensiveness, and the tip of his spear is only slightly embedded in the dragon scales, and can no longer penetrate any further.

The nine-headed fire snake raised its head and roared, kicked its limbs hard, and shocked four people away at the same time.

Sigre resisted the blow forcefully and took five steps to barely stabilize her body.

"Sigre, with this level, do you still want to sit in my position?"

Before Pope Saint Paulante finished speaking on the throne, the nine-headed fire snake arched its back and its whole body was enveloped in a layer of bright red light.

The light became more and more dazzling, and the entire papal hall was as bright as day.

Immediately afterwards, a piercing roar came from the center of the light ball, making all the priests present feel their souls tremble.

The Pope cannot be defeated.

This thought filled everyone's mind.

A sense of despair began to spread, linking everyone's moods.

"I will tell you that I am the strongest, so just feel free to get out of that position."

Sigre pointed to the throne from a distance and preached extremely domineeringly to Pope Saint Paulante.

The more disadvantaged she is, the more enthusiastic her fighting spirit becomes.

The strong aura on her body is like the queen of this land - she is never satisfied with controlling what is in front of her, but wants to conquer everything in sight.

Seeing that this unstoppable behemoth was about to break through their defenses and destroy the entire Papal Hall.

at this time.

Moonlight has fallen.

Maybe it's the arrangement of the goddess of fate, maybe it's the blessing of the goddess of silver moon.

Silver light bloomed on Sigre's body.

Her injuries recovered instantly and her condition was far better than before.

The Temple Knights were surprised by the sudden hope that came at this moment.

"Even the gods are on our side!"

Sigre's voice echoed throughout the Helsalem Papal Hall.

"Yes, the gods are on our side!"

The other priests looked at Sigre's brilliance like a blessing from the gods and her growing power. They seemed to see a chance of victory and became excited.

I saw the priests raising their tin staffs and chanting incantations. As the chants grew stronger, a soft white light gradually appeared over the entire Papal Hall. Only pure and flawless pious souls can condense it. At this time, it enveloped Everyone under the white light felt that their condition had improved overall.

Even the nine-headed fire snake's eyes were stung by the white light and it roared in pain.

Sigre charged forward with a heavy punch and punched into the scaly body of the nine-headed fire snake.

It backed up dozens of meters, bared its teeth, and almost crashed through the wall of the Pope's Hall, falling into the sea of ​​clouds.

"What, even the gods chose you?! Sigre!"

The Pope shouted angrily, his voice shaking the great hall.

"No, please don't act like this, please."

Thalia, who was watching the battle, complained in Lanci's mind.

Although she admitted that the villain played by Director Lan himself was very good and his acting skills were flexible, some lines were so targeted that it made her scalp numb.

She was a little worried that Sigre wouldn't be able to handle Lan Qi's scene.

Inside the throne room.

The priests' beams of light kept pointing at the nine-headed fire snake, and the chants they spoke never stopped.

The white light became brighter and brighter, turning into chains, wrapping around the limbs and torso of the Hydra. The chief paladin, the chief judge, and the royal assassin also attacked one after another.

The nine-headed fire snake let out an earth-shattering roar and struggled hard, but the power of Sigre's head-on confrontation was too strong.

The scales on its body were peeling off piece by piece, and the red light in its eyes gradually dimmed.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Sigre raised his fist high again and hit the Hydra.

With an earth-shattering roar, the huge body of the nine-headed fire snake collapsed and hit the floor of the Pope's Hall, creating a huge crater.

Splashes of blood instantly filled the entire steps and flowed down the steps.

The dust settled and everything returned to silence.

Sigre jumped down from the dissipating Hydra, covered in blood, but still standing as tall as a pine tree.

"we won?"

The main strong men also appeared one after another, all of them were seriously injured, and they all breathed a sigh of relief.

And Pope Lancros St. Anastasius, I don’t know when he escaped quietly and disappeared.

"He actually ran away...!"

Sigre looked around, scanning the ruins of the hall, and clenched her fists.

"He knew he couldn't defeat you, so he ran away, Your Majesty Sigre."

Justice Elm walked out of the crowd at the back and surrendered before Sigre.

"Your Majesty Sigre, please continue to lead us."

The chief paladin and the chief judge also saluted and sent blessings one after another.

The bright moonlight penetrated the clouds and sprinkled down from mid-air, illuminating the entire Pope's Hall with a silvery glow.

The haze gradually disappeared, and outside the broken dome, a clear night sky was slowly unfolding.

Through the huge gap, the spiers of Helsalem City in the distance are faintly visible.

"Your Majesty Sigre..."

"Your Majesty Sigre!"

"Your Majesty Sigre!!"

The clergy gradually chanted Sigre's name in unison, expecting her to sit on her throne.

Sigre lowered her head and clenched her hands.

When she raised her head again, she had covered up the sadness of farewell in her eyes and walked up the steps to the throne.

"This is a win for everyone."

Sigre sat on the throne and looked around,

"My surviving companions, I hereby announce in the name of the new Pope Sigre Saint Anastasius that the conspiracy of the old emperor has been exposed, and the Theocracy of Saint Paulant should usher in a new life!"

she declared loudly.

The long-lost holy light was projected on the tall rose window of the throne room, filling the entire hall, adding a bit of solemnity and holiness to this moment during the war.

Under the leadership of her Holy Emperor Sigre, the future of the Saint Paulant Theocracy has been rewritten, full of infinite hope and possibility.

…

At the same time, in the night sky.

The white-robed figure was flying over the territory of the Saint Paulante Theocracy.

[Under your arrangement, the Theocracy of Saint Paulant was in chaos. 】

[The St. Pauline Reformers headed by Sigre presented ironclad evidence—the Pope’s previous medical reports and multiple war records, proving that the Pope had suffered a ninth-level epic spiritual curse during the war many years ago. Cannot be lifted. 】

[The closer the pope gets to his old age, the more he will go crazy, lose himself, and may even hurt everyone indiscriminately. 】

[As the Pope’s most trusted and personally selected saint, she asked the Pope to go on his way out of obligation and responsibility. 】

[You and Sigre put on a good show, and you were surrounded and suppressed by the reformers headed by Sigre in the throne room of St. Paulant's Pope Hall. 】

[You have shown your weakness in the first stage, your ominous old age in the second stage, and your complete madness in the third stage. 】

[After being defeated by Sigre and other church main forces, you went completely crazy, escaped from the Pope's Hall, and headed south. 】

[At this point, Sigre used her talents to quickly rule the Church of St. Paulant and became the new Holy Emperor of the Theocracy of St. Paulant. 】

"Because the whereabouts of the defeated old pope are unknown and he is suspected of heading south, the entire southern part of St. Paulant will be on the highest alert."

Lan Qi muttered to himself.

After Lan Qi confessed the truth about the Horning Empire to Si Grei in the principal's office and explained the funeral arrangements, Si Grei agreed to Lan Qi's commission even if she couldn't bear it anymore.

The South is now in danger, and catastrophe is coming.

She understood that only she could take over the Pope's responsibility, and at the same time, she allowed the Pope to relieve himself of his burden and go south to give it a try.

So after Lanci chose to go to Helsalem, the capital of Saint Paulant, everything evolved into this.

"In this way, even if you are doomed, the Saint Paulante Theocracy will give birth to a new ninth-level Holy Emperor in the near future, and your fall has become an established fact. No matter what you do next, it will not shake the Holy Emperor. The backbone of the Saint Paulant Theocracy... On the contrary, the more bad things you do, the more you can prove that Sigre is right and strengthen her cohesion in the Saint Paulant Theocracy..."

Thalia thought, now she also understood the effect of Lanqi's performance.

"It's not over yet."

Lanci looked south and answered Thalia.

Everything changes before my eyes.

He turned into a shadow and flew for an unknown amount of time, passing through the territory of the Saint Paulante Theocracy. The towering fortress city-state located on the southern border of the Saint Paulante Theocracy was about to appear in sight.

You can have a panoramic view of the scattered streets and simple and heavy buildings in the south of the Theocracy of Saint Paulante.

【You will go next:】

【A.Hey Oberon】

【B. Hansabeck】

【C. Thalberg】

【D.Saintrick】

[Remaining life: 4 days, 3 hours and 36 minutes]

On the earth, the magic words of the Mirror of Tiberius are slowly connected.

"Hey, where is Oberon?"

Thalia asked confusedly after reading the options.

"Oberyn, I guess."

Lanci replied.

Oberon is the southern border of the Saint Paulant Theocracy, also known as the Iron Fortress, bordering the Horning Empire.

Lord Tiberius probably liked neat character lengths.

Thalia hesitated to speak.

She wondered if Xuanxuan Qing was seriously ill.

But this is the case for all those who engage in art.

Lan Qi is also a little bit high and low.

“…”

Lan Qi felt that Talia had a tendency to start daily tasks recently.

He didn't say anything to Thalia for the time being, focusing on the options in front of him.

Hansabek was a province in the north-central part of the Horning Empire.

Talberg Province is the south-central province of the Horning Empire. It appeared in the second simulation. Lanqi was also wanted by the local governor here for hunting demons.

St. Trik is the unchanging end point, hiding the capital of Horning in Bloodmoon City.

"What do you do next?"

Thalia asked Pope Saint Paulante, to be precise, it should be the original Pope Saint Paulante.

He has now lost his status, lost his reputation, and is completely alone.

It stands to reason that there is no need to investigate anything this time, and you can go straight to the capital of Horning, St. Trike, to end this simulation.

But Ranchi wasn't done yet.

He might want to do something else.

"Declaration of war."

Lanci chose the third option "Talberg", the central and southern province of Horning Empire.

His goal now is clear.

In an instant, the entire world in front of him suddenly stretched.

Speeding southward at a ninth-level speed.

[You passed the southernmost part of the Theocracy of San Paulante, the Iron Fortress Oberon, where preparations are being made for the fourth anniversary of the peaceful restoration of Seville with the border city-states of the Horning Empire. 】

[Continuing to the south, you enter the northern province of Herslein in the Horning Empire. 】

Lan Qi was like a bird overlooking the world, observing the entire city-state from high in the sky.

[At night, at the border of the Horning Empire after the war, the cold winter moonlight shines on the main city covered with white snow. Greenhouses, lush green vegetables and fruits, brightly lit markets and Chamber of Commerce Square, the winter festival. Peace and joy are all pity in your eyes. 】

[You have given up taking another look at your hometown of Brunswick, because you have more important things to do. 】

[You will no longer transform into the demon hunter Randall to kill demons along the way. 】

[Go straight to the south-central direction of the Horning Empire. 】

…

The next day in the afternoon.

In the Horning Empire, in the west of the Talberg Province, there is a small town called Thorisette.

The town is surrounded by mountains and rivers, with beautiful scenery on the undulating terrain, and gurgling streams meandering through the hills.

At dusk, the setting sun turns into molten gold, coating the earth with layers of warm brilliance.

The high ground of the town offers an unobstructed view of the town, comfortable benches, and a view of the sunset.

Children ran by on the stairs from time to time, and in the distance there were middle-aged people in formal clothes reading newspapers.

Looking around, the vast outer suburbs can be seen in full view. The setting sun has begun to slowly melt on the horizon. The sky is dyed pink and the clouds are burning.

The warm evening breeze blew the hair of the residents of the town, bringing a light fragrance of roses, which was refreshing.

Looking through the open windows of the wooden houses on the outskirts of the town, you can see a happy family sitting at the dining table, enjoying a delicious dinner.

The rancher picked up his wine glass and said happily:

"To the great Horning Empire, to our happy and healthy life! May tomorrow be better."

The whole family echoed in unison.

"My dear, it's your birthday in a few days. Do you have any wishes?"

his wife asked lovingly, turning to her daughter.

"I want to go to the Blood Realm of Saint Crete to see the legendary vampires and thank them. The teacher said that the peace we have today is all because they are protecting us."

The daughter replied with a sweet smile.

"Well, we may not be able to go to the capital immediately, but there will definitely be an opportunity in the future."

The wife said with some embarrassment.

She heard that some vampires liked to **** the blood of children, and she didn't want her daughter to be sucked dry.

"Mom, shouldn't it be our honor to offer blood to the vampires? Why are you afraid?"

The daughter's eyes widened, as if she saw her mother's concerns, she looked straight at her mother and asked.

"I, I didn't."

The wife suddenly realized that the whole family was looking at her, so she could only respond with a smile.

After a while, the atmosphere at the table returned to its original state, with everyone chatting and laughing and eating happily.

No one noticed that strange dark clouds began to gather in the sky.

People thought it was just an ordinary evening shower and went about their business as usual.

In the town's tavern, people gradually poked their heads out and looked at the sky.

"Why did it suddenly get dark?"

"It's normal for it to be dark at this time."

Smoke penetrated the window and shadows lingered on my fingertips.

Tavern patrons smoke leisurely.

Dark clouds gathered more and more, and soon covered the sunset, and the entire town of Thorinst and even the surrounding city-states were shrouded in haze.

"!"

Suddenly, everyone across the town felt an electric current pass through their minds.

The entire reality began to collapse, and the picture of the void gradually emerged. The sky, white clouds, and sun, everything disappeared.

Things in front of you become completely different in the blink of an eye.

Everyone seemed to be dragged into a vast wilderness—

A deserted place without moonlight or sun.

Here, time can stand still, space can be distorted, and the boundary between reality and illusion is completely broken.

Residents found themselves surrounded by dead silence, with only themselves and familiar people, and the sound of heartbeats and breathing echoing in their ears.

This may be illusions and spiritual magic beyond their understanding, or the power of gods.

Dazzling lightning pierced the sky, followed by deafening thunder, and the earth trembled.

People looked at each other, the fear of the unknown wrapping around their hearts like a substantial vine.

Slowly, a figure appeared in the dark clouds. Its whole body was shrouded in a pure white robe, and its face was covered by a silver-white mask, only revealing its cold and ruthless green eyes.

Around it, thunder and lightning intertwined, and the wind howled.

He is like a **** from above, looking at the creatures as small as ants under his feet without any warmth.

[A warning to all the people of the Horning Empire. 】

No one could take their eyes away from Him. His existence was an invisible shackle that imprisoned everyone's minds. They could only listen to his words.

[My name is Lancros Saint Anastasius. 】

People don't know why he appears.

The only thing he could be sure of was that with just one thought, his body would weather and dissipate, and his soul would be swallowed up by darkness.

[I am talking to you with my own will. 】

[I have started taking action. 】

[My purpose is to put an end to my long-cherished wish and seek justice for my dead compatriots. 】

[The current peace cannot rest their souls in peace, and they cannot sleep. 】

[The Horning Empire needs blood debts to be repaid with blood. 】

[I refuse to accept the peace you expect. 】

【No forgiveness, no hope of liberation. 】

[There is only justice, only revenge. 】

[I will start killing without distinction. 】

[Until all life in the Horning Empire is driven away from the world. 】

His words were crazy, but his voice was calmer, neither happy nor sad, as if he was a little tired after gaining strength.

This is divinity.

But when he finally said that he wanted to drive out all the Horning people, he still couldn't restrain himself. His tone rose, and the suppressed anger finally burst out.

…

A few hours later.

The earth roared and was stained with blood.

The sky in the Talberg Province of the Horning Empire was shrouded in gray black and blood red, and thick smoke billowed into the sky.

The ground is no longer a solid support, but is cracking and collapsing in constant tremors.

Residents of a large area, millions of people, fled in panic like swarms of ants, only to find that there was nowhere to escape.

Countless corpses lay on the ground, crushed and trampled to death in the chaos.

Cries and calls for help came and went, but they seemed so insignificant amidst the roar of the Black Mist Legion's footsteps.

On the distant horizon, the moving black wave is advancing slowly and unstoppably. The legions assembled by the undead magic are marching heavily in uniform steps, and each step shakes the land for several kilometers.

Wherever they passed, forests were swallowed up in an instant, rivers were cut off and rerouted, and hills were flattened. The behemoth city-state was as fragile as cardboard in front of them, and the fragments of the building fell like raindrops.

The air was filled with acrid smoke and dust, and the smell of blood.

Several large city-states in Talberg Province were reduced to ruins in just a few hours.

The man wearing a silver mask stood on the high ground, standing on the top of all living beings.

His green eyes reflected the scene of destruction, and the expression carved on the mask was so cold that it was almost numb, and he was leading the war like a god.

At this point, it has long been unclear whether it is people's fate or people's will.

Just endless slaughter.

The atrocities continue.

"Let me go, don't kill us!"

"help me!"

"Why, why have you fallen to this level?"

Being begged, resented, cursed and questioned.

He didn't explain anything.

Just watching everything with the eyes under the mask.

He is crime and punishment, the one in charge of ups and downs, and the black sun that brings disaster to the world.

All the doubts were like passing clouds in his ears.

"Until I kill you all, or you come and kill me."

"I will never stop—"

The man opened his lips almost silently, like the whisper of a resentful spirit or the order of a tyrant.

As soon as this note fell, his back merged into the darkness again, and he stepped forward alone, holding his Black Mist Skeleton Scepter.

[You launched an indiscriminate annihilation in the Talberg Province of the Horning Empire. 】

[According to the information you know so far, there are still residents in the north of the Horning Empire who have not been infected, but all the people in the south are already seriously ill. 】

[Once the third ancestor, Duke Rashal, is sealed, all the Hornings starting in the middle will become demons without exception. 】

[Before the Hornings turned into demons, their combat effectiveness was not that high. 】

[You have completely become the Black Sun Tyrant. 】

…

the other side.

Thousands of kilometers away, there is the underground of Saint Trique, the capital of Honing.

The bright red blood moon hangs high above the dark dome, casting layers of hazy red gauze over this alien space city built of dark stone.

On both sides of the empty streets, the thick outlines of buildings outline and solidify the dust of ancient times. In the quiet streets and alleys, an occasional breeze blows.

Deep in Blood Moon City, in the Palace of Blood King.

Above the towering dome, the rose window inlaid with immortal crystal reflects a colorful psychedelic halo, the chandelier made of black iron is suspended under the cold iron chain, exuding a luxurious color, and the deep red carpet is like a river of blood winding down. Stretching to the end of sight—

In the center of the meeting hall, on both sides of a long table made of jet black fine iron, there are thirteen high-backed chairs like thrones.

At this moment, there are only four chairs sitting on the figures of the ancestors.

They listened to the report of Delson Schwarzenberg, Minister of Defense of the Horning Empire.

Marshal Horning Delson, who originally always walked with his head high when walking on the ground in the capital St. Trike, was now staring at the ground, kneeling on the ground, not daring to raise his head and look directly at the four ancestors.

He had just finished speaking of the urgent unrest coming from the north.

"Is Lanclos crazy?"

The third ancestor, Duke Rashal, was completely confused after hearing this.

This guy is more cruel than them.

The war to destroy the country started directly.

"Hrithir, what is the status of his destiny?"

He couldn't help but turn his head and looked at the seventh ancestor, Marquis Helitier, and asked.

It's pretty good that Lancross has been able to resist the psychic wounds he left for so many years.

Now the onset of Lanclos' illness can be regarded as verifying the omen they were waiting for.

"It's only been a few days. He will fall down to the ninth level in about two days."

The Vampire female figure on the high-backed chair in the distance raised her head slightly. Her eyes were always closed, and through the layers of domes, she could see the pattern woven by the dim stars in the night sky, and answered firmly.

"Okay, that's great!"

The third ancestor, Rashar, leaned back on his high-backed chair, laughed, and clapped.

"Lancros, you deserve it!"

Just thinking about Lanclos's dead expression made Rashael laugh so hard that he was out of breath.

He has never been so happy in all these years.

"Quickly, go and add fuel to the fire of Pope Saint Paulante, tell the world about his massacre of civilians, condemn his acts of national destruction to the world, and then send more troops from the Horning Empire to the funeral, so that the world can see Taranclos is a real devil, see his cruelty and madness!”

Rashaer gloated, wiping his tears, and explained to the ninth ancestor, Marquis Bernhard.

Lancros was indeed his best toy.

It can completely ruin Lancross's reputation.

They can also use the cheap human lives of the Horning Empire to consume Lanclos's little remaining strength and consume all his lifespan.

Even if he could fight his way to Blood Moon City, it would be good if he could maintain the seventh and eighth levels with half his life left.

…

The second day.

At the break of dawn.

On the Eleven Plain in the southern part of the Horning Empire, there is an ancient city gate once named "Eleven Pass".

It is located in a long and narrow valley between two low hills. It has a history of hundreds of years. At that time, it was an important military pass for the Horning Empire to the north. However, with the expansion of the empire's territory, new transportation routes were opened. , the former Xiongguan gradually lost its former glory.

A blue-grey halo slanted across the city wall, illuminating the moss and weeds. In the empty pass, only the wind blew and made a whining sound.

Although the city gate has declined, it still stands there silently.

On the official road several miles away from Yi Laiwen Pass, a mighty Huoning elite army was heading north.

Thousands of troops and horses kicked up the billowing smoke, and the steel armor and weapons shone with cold light in the setting sun.

The iron blade is the proof of justice.

The moment you kill the enemy, you are one step closer to being a hero.

"We, Horning's First Heavy Cavalry Corps, are bound to fulfill His Majesty the Emperor's commission today and defeat the monsters that have caused trouble in Talberg Province!"

The leading imperial general rode on horseback, confident of the expedition.

"I heard that the disaster in Talberg Province is not that simple. It is not like the local destruction caused by high-level monsters going crazy and out of control."

The adjutant next to him spoke with a dark tone and solemnity.

"It's nothing more than the level of a few towns that have suffered disaster. How wild the monsters can go. Moreover, the more tragic the disaster, the more merits and honors I will have."

The general even curled up his lips. He wished that the province could add more fuel and jealousy.

"How long until we reach Talberg Province?"

he asked the adjutant.

"If we march at full speed, we can enter the border of Talberg Province in two days from Ilewen Pass. As for finding the source of the disaster in such a huge province, it depends on the accuracy of the intelligence."

The adjutant replied as he unfolded the empire map and watched.

"Haha, there's no need to rush."

General Horning's First Heavy Cavalry Corps smiled calmly.

However, when the general's eyes accidentally glanced at the Elivin Pass in front of him, his eyes suddenly widened.

He only saw a figure in a white robe standing quietly in front of the dilapidated city gate—

The man was thin, and his face was covered with a silver-white mask in the style of the Theocracy of St. Paulante.

He did not cast any invisibility spells, but perfectly concealed his presence in this dawn city gate.

I can't feel his breath at all!

If I hadn't seen him with my own eyes, I wouldn't have even noticed the presence of a person under the city gate!

He seemed to have merged with the world and became an eternal existence, leaving only him.

The pair of emerald green eyes under the silver mask have a strange magical power, which makes people involuntarily sink into it and find it difficult to extricate themselves.

The city of Eleven is closed.

"Hehehe."

The white-robed pope looked at the mighty army of the Horning Empire that came to send him, as if he understood the response methods of the Horning Empire.

"Rashar, this time we are going in both directions."

(End of chapter)