Don't confiscate my citizenship

Chapter 802 It’s not the Black Sun Queen, it’s the Mad Love Queen

 Four days later.

In the northern part of the Theocracy of St. Paulant, the capital Helsalem finally returned to peace from the turmoil.

Immediately afterwards, the city-state of Helsalem began to busy prepare for the grand coronation ceremony.

This country that has gone through many hardships is about to have a new leader.

Under the Papal Hall at the top of the terrain, most of the city-state buildings are dark gray or white in classical style. The air is filled with the fragrance of flowers and deep music. The clean and spacious streets are full of merchants, knights and priests in gorgeous costumes.

In the streets and alleys, citizens gathered together in twos and threes, discussing in low voices the news coming from the Horning Empire in the south.

"I heard that the situation in the Horning Empire is very bad now, with chaos and massacre everywhere."

"It is said that he is a man in black robes who controls several incredibly powerful black-robed demons. He is like a demon Lord descending from the sky. He is really the Tai Sui God on earth..."

Some citizens said cautiously.

Another person quickly interrupted him.

"Don't talk nonsense, the source of Horning's troubles is the evil side of our former Pope Lanclos..."

Before he finished speaking, he was scolded by others.

"Watch your words! Our current Pope is His Majesty Sigre St. Anastasius!"

If Sigre hadn't defeated and expelled the mad Lanclos, it was likely that the citizens of Helsalem would have been massacred indiscriminately.

In this case at least, the residents of Helsalem are grateful.

As soon as the catastrophe passed them by, the entire city was immersed in a festive atmosphere.

Ribbons of flowers decorate every street and window sill of every house, and people, indoors and out, talk about the upcoming event.

Although the news of changes coming from the Horning Empire in the past two days let them know that the upcoming fourth anniversary of the peaceful restoration of Seville will probably not be possible, no matter whether the world will break out again in war, they will not be like So desperate more than ten years ago.

Success is not the end, failure is not the end, only the courage to move forward will last forever.

The fire in their hearts had been ignited many years ago, and it was nothing more than letting it burn brightly again in desperate situations.

And now the St. Paulante Empire is not without its pillars.

That's what they believe -

The Papal Hall of Hershalem, the most magnificent and important building in the Theocracy of Saint Paulant, is the venue for today's coronation ceremony.

After days of diligent cleaning and repair, the scars left by the battle have been completely erased, and the Papal Hall has once again shown its former glory.

Outside the hall, the priests wearing white cloaks trimmed with blue had already lined up, all in order and majestic.

The leading paladin held high the Saint Paulante flag embroidered with the unicorn coat of arms and fluttered in the wind.

Before the ceremony officially started, there were already huge crowds of people stretching from the square in front of the Pope's Hall to the streets several kilometers away.

Thousands of people came from all directions, crowding the square to capacity, just to witness this historical moment.

In the center of the square stands a circular high platform, covered with a bright red carpet, surrounded by three rows of white marble columns, wrapped with purple and green ribbons. In the center stands a statue of the Moon Goddess, holding a staff and wearing tulle. Knights standing tall on both sides of the stairs in front of the high platform stood ready.

They were wearing silver armor, with blue feathers fluttering on the top of their helmets, and the spears in their hands shone with cold light, like an indestructible steel city wall. The church's orchestra was located under the steps, ready to play celebratory music at any time.

Until the hour hand of the Hershalem clock tower points to twelve noon.

The bells rang together and cheerful music suddenly sounded.

Accompanied by the melodious melody, the team of bishops walked out of the Pope's Hall in a mighty manner. Under the attention of everyone, they slowly walked towards the high platform surrounded by Sigre in gorgeous clothes.

She is tall and tall, with long light-colored hair spread around her waist. Her eyes are like stars shining in the night sky or violets blooming in spring. Her careerist aura is as strong as the queen of this earth—

The moment they saw her, many ordinary citizens couldn't help but be shocked.

"Her aura is completely different from that of the old pope."

Anyone can see that she is not content with controlling what is in front of her, but wants to conquer everything in sight.

"She is much sharper than the conservative old pope. She seems to really want to go all the way south to conquer the world. You will be afraid of her on a biological level."

"In the legend, Saint Sigre is a powerful but gentle woman. Why do you think she is more pope than the pope?"

"Otherwise, what kind of person do you think he is, who can drive the old pope out of office..."

The citizens on the far side were talking quietly.

But they couldn't see that there was a hint of loneliness in Sigre's eyes.

"You can't share this beauty with me."

Sigre looked at this grand occasion and murmured in silent words.

She still remembered that when she first abducted the Holy Son to her library, Lan Qi wanted to take her with him to sneak into the branch of Nirvana, so he asked her. When she reached the high place, she found that she was always alone, with no one to share with her. As she spoke, the lonely harsh winter made her tremble. What on earth did she want to do in the heights?

She did not admit that after finishing her busy work, she could only appreciate her collection alone. No matter what achievements she had achieved, no one could share this joy with her.

At that time, I was vaguely aroused by that kid, and then I got out of control. When I came back to my senses, I already understood the reason for standing on the high ground.

"well."

It was nice to experience the ceremony of reaching the top, but without Lan Qi accompanying her, she didn't know what the meaning was.

She loves the country, but she loves beauty even more.

It is better to marry Lan Qi first.

Then you have to plan to go to Wilford's house to meet the parents after returning to the living world.

But there's no rush, let's meet the Holy Son first and give him a surprise reunion.

Lan Qi must have never dreamed that Archbishop Sigrid, who had just bid farewell to her in the shadow world, would see her again in the real world in a while.

"I heard... that the dimensional branch has a spell that can directly teleport over long distances. However, the farther the teleportation distance is, the greater the mana consumption of targets with higher teleportation levels... I really want to see the Holy Son as soon as I return to the world."

Sigrid sighed inwardly.

If the Holy Son came out of the shadow world, he would suddenly hear a knock on the door as soon as he returned home and sat down.

When you open the door again, you can see her leaning on her luggage.

How romantic that is.

The information, navigation and passport for her trip to the southern continent were basically provided by the dimensional branch to provide her with one-stop services.

As for the most high-end space teleportation, there is basically no need to think about it.

It's not about money.

The amount of mana required to teleport her to the eighth level of the Supreme Catholic Church over a long distance is too great. Even the Dimension Bishop, the only space mage who can do it, will directly lose his ability to fight after using such a large-scale teleportation spell. The cunning Togliado can't help but He would be stupid enough to drain his mana to the bottom in front of another cardinal.

The dreaming time ended, and Sigrid's thoughts were brought back to reality by the shaking sound of Helsalem.

Behind her, the double giant doors of the Pope's Hall opened, and the afternoon sun filtered through the rose windows, casting variegated light and shadow on the red carpet paved on the ground, like a road leading to heaven.

Bells rang and cheers surged, and the people welcomed their new pope from the bottom of their hearts.

Sigre smiled and waved to the crowd, thanking her people for their support.

The world in this era is too short to look at.

she thought.

"Glory to the Goddess! Praise be to our Pope!"

The Temple Knights quickly formed a tight human wall around the dais to ensure that the coronation ceremony went smoothly.

The bishops in white robes followed closely behind. They saluted Sigre respectfully and then lined up neatly on the right side of the steps, indicating that the Holy See of Saint Paulant would be united to assist the new pope in governing the country.

Accompanying Sigre's steps, hymns echoed over the square.

Sigre slowly walked onto the high platform, and the calls of the people below the stage intertwined into an exciting movement.

Arriving on the high platform, Sigre slightly raised her right hand to signal the people to be quiet.

The square gradually became silent, and everyone was waiting with bated breath, looking forward to the coronation speech of the new pope.

“Dear people of St. Paulant, today, in the name of the goddess of destiny and all the people, I swear here that I will do my best, with a sincere heart and a fiery soul, to inherit the will of the first pope and lead the country to a better future. A bright future.”

Sigre spoke slowly, her voice sonorous and powerful.

"After all kinds of hardships, we have finally ushered in the dawn of new life. But the real test may have just begun. Let us move forward hand in hand, carry forward the legacy of our ancestors, and create a better tomorrow for St. Paulante!"

He said this on his lips.

She was actually thinking that the Holy Son should have done this for her.

The Holy Son is better at speaking.

Previously, in the Northern Continent, she liked to leave these matters to the Son to come forward most of the time, and she supported him from behind.

Sure enough, even if they get married, they are a match made in heaven and a perfect partner in their careers.

The oath fell, and the applause was like thunder and the cheers were like waves.

"Long live Sigre Saint Anastasius!"

"Long live Saint Paulante!"

The shouts gathered into an overwhelming torrent, countless flowers and ribbons were flying like butterflies, bells were ringing loudly, hymns were flying, and the light beams under the colorful glass windows gave the solemn hall a dreamy color.

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

Sigre's voice resounded through the sky, every word was sonorous,

"The catastrophe is about to pass, dawn is about to come, and this suffering country will surely move towards a more brilliant tomorrow."

Amidst deafening cheers, thousands of white doves flapped their wings and flew into the blue sky, turning into white clouds and soaring in the golden afternoon sun.

The festival makes time fly.

Until it ends successfully, the sunset gradually sinks into the horizon, and everything is enveloped in a rose-colored sunset.

The bustle of the bustling Helsare gradually faded away, and Sigre, the new pope of St. Paulant, returned to her throne room.

Behind the heavy oak door, there is a splendid scene. The murals of the towering dome of St. Paulante Church have been recast, and the walls are also inlaid with emeralds and amethysts in the color chosen by the new pope.

"I've done all the work I need to do. I'm really a holy son who can call the bishop."

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

Sigrid sat on the throne, gently closing her eyes and praying silently in her heart.

"Come on, the rest is up to you."

Maybe from now on she would never have nightmares about this era again.

That must have been Lan Qi who brought her to an end.

…

Hours passed, on the other side.

Southern Horning Empire.

capital.

St. Trike.

On a night shrouded in thick fog, the blood-red moon over the city illuminated the ancient and beautiful Holy City below.

The outline of the building complex is looming in the night, and the moonlight tower spire and spiral stone tower cast long shadows by the moonlight.

The curtains of the carriage were tightly closed while driving on the cobbled streets, and there were faint shadows of people moving inside the carriage. The closed shops and closed windows on both sides of the street made the air a little quiet and uneasy.

Viewed from a thousand meters in the air.

The golden fireflies are like bright spots of light reflecting on the mirror of the city.

And this high point where you can overlook St. Trinq at night seems to be the eye of a typhoon.

Their figures streaked across the night sky in St. Trinq, like a few shooting stars.

The surrounding clouds and mist were like silk, passing by them. Every time they passed through the clouds, the city lights below seemed like countless stars reflected on the ground, paving a shining path for landing.

They fell from the sky, and as they continued to approach the ground, the city became clearer and clearer. They were surrounded by an endless night scene, the twinkling stars turned into pearls scattered on the dark ribbon, and the blood moon exuded Red light shines on them.

After a long time.

boom!

On the streets late at night, when the shadows falling from the sky landed one after another, the movements that were made one after another turned into sudden vibrations that echoed in the lively streets.

The wide pavement of the street left deep marks due to the impact of their landing, and the surrounding air was filled with a slight tremor amid the flying dust.

The sudden sound quickly attracted the attention of passers-by in St. Trinq.

This area is adjacent to the South Bank and can be considered quite prosperous.

Originally, landing from a high altitude was a dangerous act, but these mysterious figures seemed to have bad intentions.

There were few people on the streets.

"What is that..."

When citizens saw the figure falling from the sky, an instinctive feeling of danger arose spontaneously.

"It's the demons! The demons have come to St. Trike!"

People instinctively sensed something was wrong and ran away in fear, shouting loudly for the St. Trike guards.

This group of uninvited guests were shrouded in black cloaks, their faces hidden in the shadow of the hood, only their eyes shining with cold light were exposed.

The leading man in black robe looked at the city silently.

It's obviously the first time I've arrived at this decisive battle place in the Blood Moon Bad World, but it feels like I've seen it many times before.

[Mission Objective 1: Read the letter from my old friend Kaliera; go to the demonic purgatory city of Pascual & protect the little spark left by Kaliera; understand the Mirror of Tiberius; destroy the Blood Moon The ending is written in every era. (Finish)】

[Mission Objective 2: Understand the state of mind of Lancross of the Black Sun: 49.32%. (Finish)】

[Mission Objective 3: All challengers survive until the end of the 21-day time limit, with the remaining time being 0 days, 00 hours and 41 minutes. 】

As shown in Shadow World's mission information, they have less than an hour left.

Since Lanqi's departure time in the shadow world was later than the three simulations, and more than half a day later than the last simulation, there were all the big demons who helped him annihilate the province and rush to Santeri at full speed. Gram, it's almost coming to an end.

But that's enough time.

With three simulation experiences, Lan Qi was already familiar with the distance and time planning, and they were all within his estimate.

"Destroy this castle?"

On the dark city road, Lan Qi was accompanied by several companions wearing black cloaks, exuding violent magic, like demons coming to collect debts.

"No, we'll be entertained soon."

Lan Qi replied, his indifferent eyes seemed to be looking far away.

"To be honest, the killings of the Horning people along the way made me a little scared."

The scorpion-tailed witch Melogas, who was leading by his side, laughed to herself.

She has a graceful figure, and under the black cloak, the curves outlined by the tight leather jacket can be seen like a tight bowstring, and her tail can shoot deadly poisonous arrows at any time.

The blasphemous Lord Melogas has never killed the Hornings like this even during the war.

The killing of hundreds of millions of people really made her see the world.

The Pope allowed them to massacre wantonly and indiscriminately starting from the south. Even as demons, they were a little panicked. Will they really not be punished by the goddess of fate for doing so?

"I promise, you are all my familiars now, and all the merits will be credited to the messenger. You don't need to have any psychological burden."

Lan Qi promised these big demons,

"The outside world is corrupt, and the so-called 'predation' and 'cruelty' are all lies they have spun. Only we have the real revelation, because we know the truth of love."

He explained to the big demons with a kind face.

"Qing Hei Ri, it's such a pity that you can't continue to work with us in the demon world. You are the true cruelty and coldness, and the example of our generation."

Several figures all smiled and praised.

"…?"

Only Melogas felt something was wrong after listening to Lanqi's words.

She observed Lan Qi, her poisonous scorpion-like eyes seemed to be able to penetrate his heart. The haze purple lip gloss looked particularly alluring in the darkness. She licked her lips gently, her movements were alluring but difficult to hide. Cruel to the core.

What Melogas didn't expect was that the Pope didn't think this was deducting merit, but adding merit?

As expected, this lunatic was very special. In front of the Pope, Melogas felt like a normal devil.

"Hey, Pope."

She touched the pope with the light whip of her scorpion tail.

"Merogas, what's wrong?"

Lan Qi looked back at her.

"I said, after the killing of Horning's capital is over, you won't be able to go back to the Theocracy of St. Paulant anyway. Should you consider coming to Naika..."

At this moment, a sudden red light enveloped them, and the dazzling red light illuminated the faces of each figure in the darkness.

Before Merogas could finish his words, the space gravity of the barrier on the ground appeared out of thin air, bursting out with dazzling fire and deafening roar, engulfing them.

Before Lan Qi and the big demons could react, they felt a force of gravity coming on them, and they fell suddenly!

The space is distorted and deformed, sometimes extending and sometimes compressing, and the sound of hunting wind is whistling in the ears, as if thousands of evil ghosts are roaring and hissing.

The surrounding scenes quickly fell upwards, and countless colorful colors suddenly appeared in the originally pitch-black void, rotating and changing like a kaleidoscope.

Buildings are like Rubik's cubes embedded in the night, constantly passing by, some upside down, some tilted, completely ignoring the laws of gravity.

Gorgeous wooden buildings intersect with castle-like stone walls, shining with bright and scarlet light, forming a twisted and strange world.

"pope!"

Melogas' voice sounded particularly sharp and harsh in the wind, and he stretched out his hand to the Pope, trying hard to reach him.

She was the big demon closest to the Pope when she fell into the barrier. The other big demons had actually disappeared without a trace at this moment.

"Merogas, don't worry."

Lanci shouted in response.

Blood Moon City does not have an absolutely powerful enchantment barrier to separate them. They are only scattered due to passing through different space enchantments when falling. If there are no other vampires blocking the big demons, it won't take long for them to reunite.

Due to the large number of intruders this time, Blood Moon City changed into a battle mode against the enemy instead of the last siege mode.

The ancestors of the Blood Clan can take full advantage of Blood Moon City's home defense advantage by spreading out the enemies, sending the enemies to more suitable opponents' home courts and defeating them one by one.

Unless only one enemy breaks in rashly, they will all gather together to surround and kill the enemy.

The planner must be the seventh ancestor Harrithir.

As a blood race astrologer, she will match the big demons who have fallen into Blood Moon City to different branch halls, where they will be fought by the blood race marquis.

The entrance to Blood Moon City is on the west side, with the Blood Palace in the center, and the other directions in the southeast, north and south are branch palaces commanded by the Blood Marquis.

The weak Pope Saint Paulant will be sent to the most dangerous Blood Palace to face off against the third ancestor Rashar.

"You must win! Only I can take your head!"

Melogas shouted, giving Lanci a lame victory blessing.

Her scorpion tail still instinctively wanted to hook Lan Qi's clothes, but the gravity in the barrier was in chaos, and the space that could distort everything separated the two of them instantly, like two fallen leaves blown away by the strong wind.

They disappeared from each other's sight.

"Thank you, Melogas."

Lanci continued to fall alone.

The buildings around him were getting denser and denser, and cities hanging upside down were pressing towards him.

"Your Majesty the Pope, why are you here?"

The joking voice echoed around, like the declaration of a god.

This voice was too familiar to Lan Qi. He had heard it so many times in the Mirror of Tiberius that he even missed it a little.

"Why, you don't welcome me?"

The black-robed pope hung upside down, pressed his silver mask on his face, and fell freely towards the Blood Palace.

He has taken off his disguise and is ready to fight.

Think of it as a preview of the battle to attack Bloodmoon City in the Creation Empire.

Although it is impossible to find such a luxurious teammate lineup of great demon generals in the modern world, and since the Creation Empire is at its peak in this world, perhaps this world is the real difficulty mode of Blood Moon City.

But in front of him, Lan Qi was already familiar with the declining Blood Moon City at the end of the Blood Moon Bad Age.

"Haha, of course you are welcome, but I wonder if the Pope will be able to be as aggressive as he is now."

The ancestor's voice sounded like a phantom in the darkness.

Suddenly, a magnificent sliding door opened in front of him.

Lan Qi passed through without hesitation, and the fall began to slow down.

This is it.

The final place in the Blood Moon Bad World, the Blood Palace.

He looked around, and when his feet finally touched the ground, he saw that he was slowly landing in the center of a circular square.

The square is paved with black and white marble and has thirteen stone pillars that are 100 meters high.

Joking voices echoed around -

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

The sound came from the bottomless fog at the edge of the square.

The figure walked out slowly, wearing a pure black velvet dress with the golden emblem of the Horning noble family embroidered on the skirt.

He looked to be only twelve or thirteen years old, with skin as fair as porcelain and soft brown hair hanging down to his shoulders.

"I really didn't expect you to come here. I have lived peacefully in the Huoning Empire for so many years."

The third ancestor, Duke Rashal, showed a playful smile and spoke in a relaxed tone, reminiscing with an old friend.

But his eyes were full of sarcasm and disdain, mocking Lan Qi's stupidity and ignorance.

"However, since you are here, let us have a good chat, the Pope of St. Paulante."

Rashal gracefully performed an ancient aristocratic salute, put his right hand on his chest, took a step back with his left foot, and leaned forward slightly, as if saluting a distinguished guest.

"Rashar, are you still in the mood to chat with me?"

Lan Qi stood alone in the center of the square and asked the third ancestor Rashal.

He knew that it was undoubtedly ironic for Rashael to use the courtesy of the Horning Empire to entertain Lanclos, a Horning man who had been deprived of his homeland.

"Otherwise? Do you want me to kill you with my own hands until you are only about...sixth level, or do you want me to just wait for the last minute of your life to run out and then feel your own powerlessness?"

Rashal's tone was still so gentle,

"To be honest, I can't bear to fight you."

Rashal narrowed his eyes and opened his hands.

But there was a hint of arrogance and unruliness in his movements.

That was the declaration of an absolute winner.

The three blood marquises and the palaces in the north, south, and south are all operating normally, and he will even be blessed by the blood palace's super high damage reduction. Even if the pope has some backup and can fight to the death for a short time, he will not be threatened.

"Rashar, why does your true king not want you?"

Lan Qi looked at the third ancestor Rashal with concern, paying no attention to what Rashal was saying, and asked indifferently.

"…?"

In an instant, the blood vessels near Rashal's temple began to twitch.

Veins popped out on his forehead.

"…What did you say?"

Rashal's red eyes gradually turned ferocious, and then almost crazy, he asked one word at a time.

"You are not abandoned losers, are you?"

Lan Qi stared at the third ancestor Rashal in confusion and asked sincerely.

"Lancros, seek death!!"

Rashal shouted at the top of his lungs.

His bulging palm controlled the blood mist, and countless crimson tentacles stretched out from the mist, sweeping towards Ranchi like poisonous snakes, trying to drag the withered bones in the tomb of Pope Saint Paulante into the abyss of blood that would never be restored!

…

On the south side of Blood Moon City, dozens of kilometers away.

The Temple of Annihilation controlled by the eighth ancestor Somerset.

The battle between the Blood Marquis and the Great Demon Clan has broken out.

This palace is like a boundless arena, surrounded by pitch-black rocks. The bright red gems on the rock walls shine with a strange light in the dim light.

The blood gems are engraved with the blood and bones of those who were defeated by the eighth ancestor Marquis Somerset, and the air is filled with the suffocating smell of blood.

The open battlefield in the center of the hall is covered with winding cracks, and bright red magma seeps out of the cracks. It flows on the ground, and the earth is also shaking for this battle.

The two great demons were facing each other, facing each other in an encounter with the eighth ancestor of the vampire clan, the Marquis Somerset.

"Be careful, the terrain of the Temple of Annihilation can make him hide his whereabouts."

Mercury Qing Mixio's skin is silver, like a liquid metal life, but she has a normal demon female body.

She is good at alchemy and healing, standing in front of the Skeleton Lord Damengate, always on guard against the Marquis Somerset, the eighth ancestor, who may surprise him from any direction.

Behind her, Lord Skeleton Damengate was slender, wearing a black dress with silver cracks embroidered on the hem. His black hair was as smooth as satin, fluttering gently in the wind in the hall, and the bones under the goat's horns were like It clung to his cheek like a mask.

"Mixio, just take care of yourself. You don't have to block it for me."

Skeleton Lord Damengate's face was handsome and cold, and he and Mercurial Lord Michio conveyed the thoughts of the demon race. Their eyes glanced at the dim surroundings and the ancestor of the vampire clan who was good at sneak attacks.

Although Mercury Queen Migio can liquefy her to resist many physical attacks and give her excessive vitality, after all, both of them are civil servants in the demon world, and Mercury Queen Micio will also lose her combat ability.

At the moment when the wind came, Skeleton Lord Damengate raised his palm, and the summons of the undead suddenly began to revive in the black mist on the ground. The whole army formed a continuous array, and the magic power of Mercury Lord Mysio also wrapped around the skeleton. The Legion, composed of the mercury flesh and blood of the undead, blocked the fist of the eighth ancestor, Marquis Somerset, and rushed toward him crazily.

"You obviously have the strength of a general, but you want to carry out a sneak attack."

The Lord of Bones looked at Somerset, the eighth ancestor, as if he were looking at trash.

In front of them, one of the most powerful warriors of the Blood Tribe, the Marquis of Somerset, was blocked by the Army of Bones.

He was tall and burly, nearly two meters tall, and his muscles were as hard as fine iron.

"Haha, only the winner deserves to speak."

The fists of Somerset, the eighth ancestor, penetrated and were covered with raised meridians.

Each of his punches carried tremendous power, and the red light and shadow along with the sonic boom blasted away the mercury undead army summoned by the two great demon clan ministers.

"Ugh!"

Faced with such a terrifying opponent, the pressure on Mercury Lord Mysio and Skeleton Lord Damengate began to double.

For the time being, they were on guard against the attack pattern of the eighth ancestor, the Marquis of Somerset, based on the intelligence given to them by Lord Black Sun before the war.

But even so, it would be difficult for the two auxiliary civil servants to fight head-on against the eighth ancestor, the Marquis of Somerset.

If Somerset succeeds in a sneak attack, it will be even worse than can be imagined.

After falling into Blood Moon City, their civil servants should have cooperated with the general to achieve the strongest combat effect.

Naturally, the ancestor of the blood clan would not let them have their wish.

The space barrier sent the two civil servants to the Hall of Annihilation, where they faced off against the eighth ancestor of the legal profession, the Marquis Somerset, who was the most difficult to deal with.

Mercury Queen Mysio separated her magic power, and blue light shot out from her fingertips, covering the skeleton summoned by Skeleton Lord Damengate, providing a steady stream of healing and protection for the summoned creature. It would be difficult for the Lord of Bones, Daemongate, to withstand Somerset's attack for too long.

Damengate sprinkled pieces of undead magic on the ground with a solemn expression.

The accumulated corpse energy fills the ground, as if it can connect the space channel to the abyss of **** at any time, swallowing up everything around it, and even light cannot escape, like a black hole.

For creatures below the seventh level, once they are swallowed up, only bones may be left in the next second.

Even though it continued to corrode the eighth ancestor, Somerset, he could not be substantially harmed by the immortal being. He used his own regeneration power to resist the accumulated corpse energy and approached the Skeleton Lord Damengate.

"Weak, too weak!"

The eighth ancestor, Marquis Somerset, looked up to the sky and laughed, his voice echoing in the Hall of Annihilation like muffled thunder.

He jumped forward suddenly, so fast that it was almost impossible to catch it with the naked eye.

The next second, he appeared in front of Mercury Queen Mi Xiao and punched her in the face.

Mercury Lord Mysio instinctively summoned magic power to resist, and Skeleton Lord Damengate's bone shield also unfolded in front of her.

But Somerset's fist seemed to weigh a thousand kilograms, easily breaking the shield and hitting Mercury Qing Mixio's body heavily.

Mercury Minister Mi Xiao only felt a huge force coming from him, and his entire body was blown away, turning into mercury that split and scattered.

Upon seeing this, the Skeleton Lord Damengate immediately summoned the Abyss Chain to restrict the movements of the eighth ancestor, Marquis Somerset, and give the Mercurial Lord Mysio time to gather.

In less than a blink of an eye, the scattered Mercury Lords gathered together into several small Mercury Lords and launched a counterattack against the Marquis of Somerset, piercing him instantly with silver needles.

"It's interesting. It looks like I can play with you for a while."

Somerset couldn't help but narrowed her eyes when she saw that Merciful Maidio could still stand up.

This is a sure win.

It didn't end so quickly, but it made him enjoy it even more.

It's all about enjoyment.

As soon as he finished speaking, the figure of the eighth ancestor, Marquis Somerset, disappeared again, and the next moment he appeared behind the Skeleton Lord Damengate.

His fist hit Diamond's back. Diamond felt a strong wind coming, and even the summons he summoned failed to block the attack. He was smashed deep into the cliff of the Temple of Annihilation like a cannonball. Fell in.

"Daemongate!"

Merciful Queen Mi Xio screamed and quickly cast a protective magic.

But Somerset, the Eighth Ancestor, pursued too quickly. Damengate, the Skeleton Lord, endured the severe pain and stood up. Before he could fight back, he saw Somerset, the Eighth Ancestor, approaching.

…

At this time, the east side of Blood Moon City.

Another fierce battle was also taking place in the Chehan Palace guarded by the seventh ancestor, Marquis Helitier.

The palace is located on a frozen lake, surrounded by a cold wind and ice crystals flying in the air.

The ice on the lake is several meters thick, and its surface is as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the beautiful shadow of the palace.

There are countless undercurrents hidden under the ice, which can drag intruders into the abyss at the bottom of the lake at any time.

The hall itself is a blood-colored ice sculpture, and the vast space is dotted with crystal clear icicles. The outer ring is like a sharp spear, and the inner ring is like an elegant butterfly.

"Get out of my way, Lord Harrithier!"

The blasphemous Lord Melogas kept waving her metal claws, drawing afterimages in the air, trying to pierce the scorpion tail into Herithir's body and drain her blood marrow.

“…”

The seventh ancestor Harrithir just remained in the virtual state, raised the black staff, and drew a star map in the sky.

She ignored the anger of the blasphemous Lord Melogas, and did not confront Melogas head-on. She only aimed to hold her back.

The more anxious Melogas is, the more flaws he will have.

The star map began to rotate slowly, and stars flew out from it, surrounding the blasphemous Lord Merogas.

Whenever Merogath's scorpion tail waved, the stars would automatically adjust their positions, guiding Harrithir to the best dodge route while breaking Merogath's balance.

And when Melogas' scorpion tail needle strikes, the stars will release dazzling light to offset all the scorpion tail's venom.

"Obviously, I should be by his side to show him my power!"

The blasphemous Lord Melogas couldn't help but scream when he saw that his attacks failed time and time again.

Her eyes exuded crazy murderous intent, and the speed became faster and faster, almost turning into a purple poisonous shadow.

"Shouldn't you want to kill the Pope? Why are you so anxious to protect him?"

Harrithir looked cold.

Although her divination power is powerful, her mana consumption is also very high.

The difficulty of holding Melogas back was higher than expected.

Moreover, Melogas should not go crazy. Only when his emotions reach an extreme level can Melogas become stronger.

"He is my prey, and I am his prey. Before we kill each other, you vampires cannot disturb us!"

The blasphemous Lord Melogas screamed, and the scorpion tail struck like cutting through the space, going straight for Helitior's heart at too fast a speed.

Harrithir waved his staff, and silver light flashed, deflecting the scorpion's tail.

But at this moment, Melogas' sharp claws also stabbed from the other direction, as fast as a meteor.

Harrithir felt a chill on her shoulder. When she lowered her head, she saw that a piece of flesh and blood on her shoulder had been taken away by the blasphemous Lord.

Blood gushed out from the wound, instantly dyeing the sleeves of her skirt red, and she immediately retreated.

"The vampire tastes really good. Of course, maybe it's just that you are sweeter."

Melogas put his hand into his mouth and took a sip, devouring the flesh and blood of Harrithir, as if this was the only way to relieve her hatred.

"After enjoying your flesh and blood, I have to return some body fluids to you. Let the two of us have a balanced nutrition, so that we can reciprocate."

The blasphemous Lord Melogas shook her scorpion tail, and the deep purple venom on the needle tip was dripping.

"If possible, I really don't want to deal with something like you."

Harrithier endured the severe pain from the wound and the nausea in her heart, and raised the black staff again.

Fighting against the demon regent Melogas not only has to face the strongest pressure from the demons today, but also makes him feel physically uncomfortable because of this opponent's endless desire and lust.

The Seventh Ancestor also knew that he could not defeat the blasphemous Lord Merogas in a head-on battle.

Her mission is to hold Melogas back in the Chehan Palace, giving the advantage to the Annihilation Palace, the Soul Palace, and the most critical Blood Palace.

The seventh ancestor Harrithir waved his staff, and the four walls of the palace suddenly began to move. Countless icicles protruded from the ground and walls, and the ice cone array continued to change positions and covered Melogas.

"I'm not in the mood to fight with you right now! If you know, get out of here!"

Melogas sneered and flicked the scorpion's tail, and the purple magic energy cannon surrounded by electric cocoons exploded from the scorpion's tail, instantly shattering the ice cone formation.

But at this time, the ground suddenly cracked, and cold air spewed out from the cracks, instantly surrounding Melogas.

Melogas felt as if his whole body had been cut by countless sharp ice knives. The chill was biting and even his bones were trembling.

Her movements gradually became sluggish, as if she was frozen.

Harrithir saw Melogas' frozen state and knew that Bloodmoon City's defense mechanism had taken effect.

She forced herself to stand up, and the blood moon emitted a soft **** light on the dome of the Chihan Palace, shrouding Haritir's body.

Under the illumination of the blood moon, Harrithir's magic power began to recover, and the color of her face gradually returned.

…

The Soul Palace on the north side of Blood Moon City has become a Shura battlefield.

In the dark hall, countless wandering souls were wailing and groaning. The walls were covered with rusty chains and shackles, and the ground was littered with white bones.

Outside the hall, there is a barren land, and the ground is covered with black cracks, as if the earth cannot bear the resentment here.

The blackness in the sky blocked all light, leaving only a blood-red moon, turning into an evil eye, looking down at the world.

The hall itself is a tomb. The walls and floors are made of dark stones, carved with twisted faces, and the blood-red will-o'-the-wisps around it flicker in the darkness.

In the center of the hall, the altar exudes a strange purple light. There is an iron bell hanging in the center of several dark stone pillars surrounding it. The bell body is covered with rust and cracks. Every time it is struck, the intruder will be weakened by half.

In this palace of souls, the ninth ancestor, Marquis Bernhard, and Wanwei Qing Oglin started a desperate fight.

Wanweiqing Oglin is a demon swordsman who wears light chain armor and carries dozens of weapons. He specializes in slashing attributes and adds other characteristics through his weapons.

"General Ogryn, let's see who has more abilities. I have long wanted to experience the strength of the commander of the current demon clan's first army!"

When the ninth ancestor, Marquis Bernhard, transformed into a monster with eyes all over his body, the entire Soul Palace began to shake, the ground began to crack, and the stones on the walls peeled off.

Countless ghosts emerged from the ground and walls, making shrill screams and hovering over the hall.

The runes on the altar became brighter, purple lightning flashed through them, crackling in the air, the stone pillars around the altar began to shake, and the chains wrapped around them rattled and made a harsh sound.

"The power gained by devouring others does not belong to you after all."

Demon Sword Master Ogryn drew a translucent dagger from his waist.

Every time he swung the blade, it was as if he was tearing apart space. Where the blade struck, there were almost cracks in reality, and countless distorted scenes could be seen, resembling broken mirrors.

Even if the souls of Bernhard, the ninth ancestor, surge towards Wan Weiqing, Wan Weiqing's sword energy will blow them all away, unable to harm Wan Weiqing at all.

"Wan Weiqing! In my opinion, you ascetics are the most stupid. Give me your power."

The densely packed eyes of the ninth ancestor, Marquis Bernhard, were constantly rotating. He opened his arms, and countless wandering souls poured out from around him and condensed, turning into a huge mouth to attack the big demon. General Wanweiqing Oglin pounced.

"How can you bear my strength?"

The weapon in Wanweiqing Oglin's hand has turned into a mallet, all silver-white, with the tip of the mallet flashing with lightning.

Facing Bernhard's dozens of pairs of demonic eyes, he remained unwavering. He simply swung the blunt weapon towards the center, causing lightning to scatter in all directions.

Every thunder can break the earth.

The ninth ancestor, Margrave Bernhard, was paralyzed and dizzy and had to slow down his offensive to deal with Wan Weiqing's deadly counterattack that might come at any time.

But Bernhard, the ninth ancestor, had endless innate spells to use, and he soon summoned several giant eyes in the sky again, and the cross-falling rays surrounded Ogryn.

Wanweiqing Oglin put the thunder blunt weapon back to his waist and pulled out a red sword. His skin turned dark red, and his body seemed to be set on fire by the sword.

The flames on the long sword in his hand also became extremely fluttering, and the blade shone with a blazing red light, as if it was forged by flames.

Wanweiqing Oglin waved his long sword, causing a blast of heat and turning several kilometers of dust and gravel into black ash.

His attack was like a dance, but it exploded with unimaginable destructive power.

The ninth ancestor, Bernhard, dodged Ogryn's attack, his eyes moved rapidly on him, constantly looking for opportunities to attack. Whenever Wanweiqing Ogryn found a flaw, the ninth ancestor, Bernhard, would use The eyes shot out corrosive light rain, attacking Wan Weiqing's vitals, but Wan Weiqing blocked it time and time again.

"Ogryn, do you feel yourself getting weaker?"

Bernhard laughed wildly and suddenly opened his **** mouth,

"Don't forget that this is my home soul palace."

Countless black tentacles stretched out from the mouth of the ninth ancestor, Marquis Bernhard. The tentacles of an octopus were frantically tangled towards Wanweiqing Ogryn. Each tentacle was covered with suckers and barbs, exuding a stench and rot. breath.

Ogryn wielded the Silver Moon Scimitar and cut off several tentacles, but more tentacles wrapped around him, slicing across his chain mail and frantically sucking Ogryn's blood and life force.

"So what? I can't kill you on your home court."

Wanweiqing Oglin was finally hit by the ninth ancestor, Marquis Bernhard, and the wounds on his body that instantly fester continued to overflow with blood.

But he felt no pain and frowned. He knew that this trait of the ninth ancestor, Marquis Bernhard, would be very detrimental to him if it lasted too long.

He had to end the fight as soon as possible.

"Haha, no matter what, our place is not the main battlefield that determines the final outcome."

The ninth ancestor, Bernhard, saw the state of Wanweiqing Oglin and showed a cruel smile.

He knew that if he delayed for a little longer, Ogryn would completely fall into his prey and become his eternal slave.

As long as the weak Pope Saint Paulant loses to the third ancestor, Duke Lasal, everything will be settled.

…

The central square of Blood Moon City.

The Blood King's Divine Fire danced wildly from the Blood King's Palace, but it could not invade the white-robed Pope even half.

Before he came here, he drank a mouthful of wolf blood with violent vitality, and like the protection of the Moon Goddess, he turned into a wolf shadow to disperse the Blood King's divine fire for him, protecting him from the flames.

Maybe the Wolf Witch has a more protective method for the Blood King's Divine Fire, but wolf warriors have almost no magic. If they want to use the power of high-level wolf warriors to resist the Blood King's Divine Fire, the only way is to drink it directly.

Rashal wanted to kill the Pope from the moment he took action and languished Pope St. Paulante to death.

Thousands of black mist surged out from the Blood Palace, swirling in the air as if alive. In the center of the vortex, dark red lightning crackled, illuminating Rashaer's cold face.

“…”

Faced with Rashaer's offensive, Lan Qi remained unmoved at all. He was shrouded in the storm and was absolutely immune to Rashaer's ninth-level magic attack.

He was dressed in the holy robes of the Pope, and his silver mask reflected the dazzling light.

Depending on Thalia's condition, he can probably exert a strength slightly stronger than the seventh level.

But it was still not enough in front of the third ancestor Rashal.

Rashal's eyes were like two black holes, bottomless, exuding endless evil and madness.

"Pope, do you have this much power left?"

The corners of his mouth curled up, as if he was mocking Lanclos's weakness.

Sure enough, the Pope still retains some means to briefly return to his glory.

But he believed that the Pope would only use this defensive method a few times.

And there are many more ninth-level magic attacks to come!

He couldn't think of any way that the lonely Pope Saint Paulante could make a comeback.

"Rashar, have you heard of the story of the legendary seal master Asksan?"

When Lan Qi was about to lose shortly after entering the Blood Palace, he still did not show any power of the Pope, and just muttered to himself.

"baffling!"

Rachael could not understand what riddle Pope St. Paulante was saying.

The pope's aura was still sluggish, and there was no trace of the invincible appearance of Pope St. Paulante. The defensive barrier around him quickly collapsed, and it looked like defeat was certain.

But at this moment, the four magic cards in Lan Qi's sleeves also disappeared with the wind.

In the Blood Palace Square, thunder and wind are rising!

In the void behind him, four thunderbolts shot straight to the sky. In the next moment, anything could happen.

The orange light is dazzling, turning into the first ray of dawn. The ancient contract is awakened, and unparalleled power is bred in the darkness.

In the black mist and lightning storm, the true bodies of the four great demons arrived.

In the black mist, they looked like living beings and phantoms. The phantoms were extremely tall and terrifying. Only the gaze looking at the third ancestor Rashal was particularly clear and full of contempt.

Both are evil.

They are evil from a purer origin.

Four great demons appeared out of thin air, and Lan Qi behind them looked at Duke Rashal as if standing in front of a throne.

The blood mist was blocked by ice walls, and the complex barrier shrouding it caused the blood mist to shrink. The anti-mage's reverse calculation was like an invisible net, entangled in Rashaer's magic, deconstructing it layer by layer and turning it into Formless, the final embers are swallowed up by the magic of the abyss.

Although Rashal's attack was fierce, it was successfully defused with the joint efforts of the four ministers.

Every step is the right choice.

The commander among the four great demons completed the analysis instantly and distributed the instructions to the other three great demons.

They stood in front of Pope St. Paulante in various poses, ready to fight the third ancestor, Duke Lashar.

"Sinora, do you still need to close your eyes? Our Lord Pope is wearing a mask."

Pranay, who was finally awakened, was wearing a well-tailored devil's dress. The silver-gray pocket watch in her hand shone with a soft luster, and she looked at her sister beside her.

"Little boys are the most disgusting."

The law-breaking minister Xinora closed her eyes lightly, perhaps deep in thought, and made no secret of her disgust for the ancestor of the blood clan.

"Then what if that black-haired, green-eyed boy turned into a child? Would you want to commit a crime?"

Guardian Minister Antanas had eye-catching short burgundy hair and joked with Sinola lively.

Antanas was wearing a tight-fitting leather hunting suit as usual today, paired with knee-high boots.

Being sealed into a magic card made her bored.

"Well…"

Sinora hesitated.

She believed that she, who had a noble upbringing in the demon world, could just watch from a distance without playing with it, but she was afraid that Thalia would commit a crime in the name of being a tutor.

Sinora has discovered that Talia's self-control is worse than they imagined.

“…”

Ice and Snow Queen Artis's eyes were as light as ice blue, staring at her enemy Duke Rashal, and did not participate in the chat of the other three great demons.

Only she is more serious.

She didn't understand what the three old friends were feeling relaxed about.

After all, there is a hidden and powerful enemy in the shadow world in front of them. Its strength is far beyond the limit that the big demons can handle under normal circumstances.

Four days ago, Lan Qi found the four of them after arriving in the Demon King's City of Nekalis.

Except for the big demons who left necessary guards in the Demon King's City, or the big demons that even Melogas did not trust, the other reliable big demons had already mobilized to participate in this operation to annihilate the vampires.

Lord Bones, Lord Mercury, and Lord Wanwei are all the core of the Melogas faction.

The four of them, the big demons that Lan Qi was most familiar with, used traditional ancient methods to become summoned objects, and the seals were hidden on Lan Qi's body to deal with Rashal in the end and prevent Lan Qi from being left alone.

Even though the four of them combined can win with one general and can hold off two generals, fighting the ninth level is an unprecedented problem.

"Ouch."

The third ancestor, Rashal, saw the figures of the four great demons clearly and tilted his head and smiled.

He really didn't expect that the Pope actually used weird methods to hide four big demons.

But Rashaer did not show any panic. Instead, his expression became more and more relaxed, as if everything was under control.

"Lancros, can you only rely on foreign aid?"

Rashal smiled sarcastically,

"So what if there are a few big demons hiding in you? They are all the weakest big demons, and you have fallen to the sixth or seventh level. I'm afraid you will die soon."

He could tell at a glance how much the four big demons weighed.

Too weak.

Only the ice demon has a fighting power similar to that of Lord Skeleton and Lord Mercury, and the other three are all passing level demons.

As his third ancestor, the ninth-level Duke, was an absolute superior, the magic power of the eighth-level demons could not escape him.

"I'm afraid you haven't noticed that Lanclos and I are a little different?"

Lan Qi asked as a friendly reminder.

"He doesn't seem to realize the seriousness of the problem."

Talia's voice said in Lan Qi's ear.

She was embarrassed to wear Kaliela's new clothes to meet her four old friends, for fear that they would see her flaws, or that this state of being connected to Lan Qi's soul would be too embarrassing.

She was afraid that her friends would misunderstand her if she couldn't explain it clearly.

It just so happened that Lan Qi only needed protection now and didn't need her to show up.

Thalia, who has used the Mirror of Tiberius three times, certainly knows that only Lancros' attack can cause damage from the power of the sun.

In Rashar's eyes, if he were an eighth-level Lanclos, he might be able to fight alone with the ninth-level third ancestor Rashar for a while by relying on his special attack.

Lanclos, the only threat, was too weak to fight at this moment.

So of course Rashal is a sure winner.

To threaten Rashaer, at least three or more great demon generals must work together.

"Can you still be reborn before death? Hei Riqing?"

Rashal looked at the absent-minded Pope.

A sense of doubt, a sense of failure that was counterproductive, and a sense of being fooled that he was playing boxing with the air, made Duke Lachard smile.

Lanclos is indeed a little different.

Not only did he say that the real king no longer wanted them, but he also acted with an inexplicable calmness at all times. Everything made Rashal's blood pressure rise and fall.

"I said, I am not Lanclos. If you really think you can deal with me the same way you dealt with Lord Black Sun, then you will make an irreparable mistake."

Lanci calmly talked to Rashal.

He just said a few words and Rashael became anxious.

It shouldn't be a problem for Thalia's magic sound to work against Rashael's high mental resistance later.

"That's good, I just happened to catch all of you remnants of the demon world, so that I won't have to go to the Demon King's City to liquidate you later."

Following the words, the figure of the third ancestor Rashal suddenly pulled out a long afterimage in the air, and the shadow in the sky covered by the palm of his hand covered the demons in front of him. His speed was as fast as the **** of death in the night. The call!

Find four civil servants to deal with him, he is too sick and needs medical treatment!

The red color in Rashal's ferocious eyes became even deeper, so deep that it almost swallowed up all the light.

In the storm that surged again, the immunity field protected the four great demons together, and light began to pour out from the dark singularity.

The palm of Lan Qi's hand was like the void entwining and condensing like the birth of the universe. In an instant, the dazzling light of the noon sun instantly filled the entire Blood Palace Square, dispelling the dark night and turning it into a world of pure white light!

The light was so intense that it seemed to burst the glass, causing the rose window of the Blood Palace to burst out. Even the Blood Palace castle was coated with a layer of rainbow light.

When the sun emitted dazzling light over the Blood Palace Square, the entire Blood Moon City was suffused with it.

Even in the Temple of Annihilation, the Hall of Chehan, and the Hall of Souls located in the southeast, north, and southeast of Blood Moon City, which are dozens of kilometers away, the faint light of the sun can be clearly felt.

The Extermination Hall of Blood Moon City.

The eighth ancestor, Marquis Somerset, and Lord Mysio, Lord of Mercury and Bones, Damengate, are in a fierce battle.

The sound of broken rocks and the roar of magic exploding could be heard endlessly, and the entire palace seemed to collapse at any time.

But at this moment, a faint light suddenly came through the arena.

Although the light was weak, it seemed particularly abrupt in this always dark hall.

The Marquis of Somerset was keenly aware of this natural enemy-like light.

He turned his head sharply, his face full of disbelief.

"What's this?"

muttered the Marquess of Somerset.

The light of Lancros—

How could it be possible to shine so far?

Although this distance did not affect him, Somerset felt instinctively afraid.

It was like an unstoppable rising sun was about to rise at dawn at the end of the distant horizon.

The Great Demon Mercury Lord Migio and Skeleton Lord Damengate, who were seriously injured and fighting fiercely, were also very surprised, but there was a hint of understanding on their faces.

"It seems that the winner is about to be decided over there."

Mercurial Prince Miho said to himself in relief.

"Haha, Marquis of Somerset, who do you think we are holding whom?"

Lord Skeleton Damengate nodded, with a playful light shining in his eyes.

When the eighth ancestor, Marquis Somerset, heard what the two said, his face instantly darkened.

"No, that's impossible!"

Somerset gritted his teeth and said, his voice full of unwillingness and anger, emboldening himself to roar towards Lord Mercury and Lord Skeleton.

The Soul Palace in the far north.

When the ninth ancestor, Marquis Bernhard, saw that light, a hint of panic flashed across his originally ferocious face.

He subconsciously took a step back, as if the light would burn him.

Just a moment of shock caused Wanweiqing Oglin to chop off his head.

The east side of Blood Moon City.

The battle between Marquis Helitier and Melogas in the Cold Palace was also suspended due to this sudden light.

Marquis Helitier looked at the light, with despair emerging in his uncertain expression.

She can feel it.

This light contained a power she had never seen before!

To astrologers, anything that is incomprehensible is called loss of control.

Lanclos was obviously going to die soon.

How is it possible for a new sunrise to bloom at this moment?

"Okay, you successfully blocked me, and I want to leave."

The blasphemous Lord Melogas shook his palms and cracked his knuckles,

"Why don't I stay here to accompany you and make love to each other? I have always heard that the Marquise's body is very strong and cannot be damaged no matter what..."

Her expression looked like that of an evil spirit as she approached Marquis Harrithier.

…

A bright ball of light rose up in the entire Blood Palace Square.

Under its blessing, even the cold earth becomes warm.

"Raschaal, my name is not Lanclos. I will be the one who will fight you again here tens of thousands of years later. I hope you can make me enjoy myself by then."

The glowing white light illuminated Lan Qi's face, and his words were also transmitted.

Duke Rashal felt as if his brain was about to be shattered by this deafening calm sound, as if he were at noon when day and night were reversed!

He couldn't believe how Lanclos could summon such a large area of ​​solar power at midnight!

"You are not Hei Riqing, who are you?"

At this moment, Duke Rashal would rather believe that the light that hurt his eyes was just an illusion, but the cruel fact is that his whole body's strength was instantly weakened to only one tenth.

It is very similar to the power of Lancross, but completely different.

It can be said to be a homomorphic form of Lancros.

And this information gap between the two characteristics is particularly fatal.

"If I were a demon, then my title...should be..."

Lan Qi thought about the answer.

Because all his marks on the Love Poet were swallowed by Thalia, Thalia became the Love Demon.

If he could reveal the demon's true name.

That's probably—

"Crazy love for you."

He snapped his fingers.

"Crazy Ai Qing... What is Kuang Ai Qing?!"

The third ancestor, Rashal, had never heard of such a demon clan in history.

He does not recognize this ridiculous and strange existence!

(End of chapter)