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Chapter 793: Lanchi Predicts the Ancestor's Prediction (Part 1)
Chapter 793: Lanchi Predicts the Ancestor's Prediction (Part 1)
As the morning light slowly revealed itself, the sky turned a pale white, and the wilderness was enveloped in a thin layer of mist.
Below the dilapidated city gate, which stood a thousand meters tall.
On the inside of his silver-white mask, the black scorpion curse mark that crawled up his left cheek glowed faintly, mirroring the unyielding magic in his emerald eyes.
He raised his hand, that one finger pointing towards the legion, and slowly drew it to the right.
All around was dead silence, except for the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the wild grass.
In an instant, the entire legion seemed to have been sliced by a fierce wind, leaving nothing but desolation in its wake, as if his edict had torn through the very fabric of the heavens and earth!
Countless warriors had once shed their blood and fought valiantly at this very gate, defending it with their lives. Now, the earth was stained red once more, except for the lone figure in white standing before the gate.
The White-Robed Pope retracted his finger and returned it to his back.
To him, it was as if nothing had happened, his demeanor as cold as if those lives had long been extinguished.
"The Ninth-Rank troops really are fast."
Talliah commented.
If it were her, she would have to put in some effort to annihilate a marching legion like that.
If those legions had reached the city's defensive barrier and her side didn't have a legion to help withstand the pressure and firepower, even she would find it challenging to wipe them out. If there were enemy Eighth-Rank hero units within the city defenses, attempting to challenge them by crossing the defenses could easily result in a counter-kill.
But for Ninth-Rank Lanculos, everything was surmountable, and he could overpower them all.
Only if there were several top Eighth-Rank experts within the city defenses would they stand a chance against him.
"It's a pity that we can't bring this account back to the mortal world to participate in the Southern Continent War. This is too overpowered. This Blood Moon Calamity World is a 99-level version, but the mortal world is only at 89; the dimensions are completely different."
Lanchi also felt that Lanculos' level would be a bit much for the mortal world's version.
However, aside from bringing Lanculos' account back to the mortal world, this account couldn't even exit the illusion of the Tebiri Mirror.
In the true Undying Eternal Punishment Ending Shadow World, he was only a pitiful Sixth-Rank.
"You're more suited to being a functional shaman. There's something a little off about you playing a big-core wizard."
Talliah had been observing Lanchi's spell choices along the way. He often preferred tactics that had a more intimidating effect and psychological value rather than the most optimized combination of spells for raw firepower.
"I hope you get one of Lanculos' spells from this Shadow World. Any of them would be a great bonus."
She expressed her wish for him.
After all, Lanchi was very compatible with Lanculos' sealing techniques.
Talliah felt that aside from the Desecrator, the ultimate boss who polluted the prize pool, Lanchi's rewards from this Shadow World would most likely be related to Lanculos.
"Maybe you'll get lucky and draw one of Kaliella's spells or artifacts."
Lanchi blessed him.
Ever since he started studying Cosprey Kaliella, Talliah had gradually become more useful.
"Hehe, you don't want me to dress up as Kaliella and give you lessons, do you? Humph, you've got quite the imagination."
Talliah pretended to be reluctant.
In truth, if she had the chance to impersonate Kaliella, she would be curious to try it.
That way, she could always be recognized as a "beautiful, dignified, mature, and useful" high demon.
"No, no, no. For card-making, we need your classic skin. No one can match your style."
Lanchi denied.
"You..."
Talliah silently recited the word "Nin" (Endurance) in her heart.
Once they returned to the mortal world and lived under the same roof in the Krex Empire, she would have plenty of time to educate him.
The demonic text on the Tebiri Mirror continued to roll...
["You have annihilated the Honing Empire's First Heavy Cavalry Legion, and the plain behind you in Elaven Pass is now barren."]
["You have brought destruction from the Talberg Province all the way to the Lusitania Province in southern Honing, and your brutal deeds will reverberate throughout the entire Sevilia continent, even reaching the Eternal Night Lands and the Demon Realm, forever etched into the annals of history."]
["Your next move will be to:"]
["A. Annihilate the Province"]
["B. Head South directly"]
["C. Depart Northward"]
["D. Intervene personally"]
["Destiny Remaining: 2 days, 14 hours, 52 minutes"]
"Of course, the only option is to head south. Although Lanculos might be missing Sigrey in his heart, their farewell in the Throne Room was their last meeting."
Lanchi turned to look north, then shook his head.
Heading south presented two options.
One could annihilate the Lusitania Province or head straight for Saint Tricky, both of which could be considered southward journeys.
The Lusitania Province would soon be reduced to scorched earth.
He still had time.
Before heading to the Honing capital of Saint Tricky, he could eliminate even more Honing people who had not yet turned into demons.
Unless something unexpected happened, Rashiel would continue to send large armies to wear him down and hasten his descent from the Ninth-Rank.
"Rashiel, wait for me. I'm coming for you very soon."
Lanchi turned away from the north, where the Saint Spectre Lancent religion was located, and strode towards the south.
The white robe gradually faded into the morning mist, leaving only a slender silhouette.
...
In the northern region of the Saint Spectre Lancent religion.
The capital, Hersham.
After experiencing a calamity, Hersham finally regained its peace.
In this ancient city-state, as dawn broke, a grand coronation ceremony was being prepared with great fervor.
The Saint Spectre Lancent religion would welcome a new leader—the hero who had led them to uncover the truth and stop the conspiracy within the religious authorities.
"Have you heard? It seems quite dangerous in the southern Honing Empire right now."
"I've only heard rumors. Don't spread misinformation. The source of Honing Empire's turmoil is actually our Pope..."
"What Pope! Our current Pope is Sigrey St. Anastasia!"
Hearing the chilling news from the southern Sevilia continent, the residents couldn't help but feel relieved that Empress Sigrey had defeated Lanculos.
Otherwise, the ones being indiscriminately slaughtered by the rampaging Lanculos could very well have been the people of Hersham.
Flowers, ribbons, and balloons adorned the streets and alleys of Hersham's central district, even gracing the windowsills of every house.
Whether at home or out on the streets, people gathered in twos and threes, discussing the upcoming grand event.
The coronation ceremony would take place in the most magnificent and tallest building in Saint Spectre Lancent—the Hersham Pope's Hall.
After days of cleaning and restoration, the scars of battle had been erased, and the Pope's Hall had regained its former splendor.
Outside the hall, uniformed clerics stood in neat rows, wearing white cloaks with blue trim. At the forefront stood a holy knight bearing the standard of Saint Spectre Lancent, emblazoned with the unicorn coat of arms.
Before the coronation ceremony officially began, the entire square in front of the Pope's Hall, as well as the streets for kilometers around, was packed with people as far as the eye could see.
Thousands upon thousands of citizens flocked from all directions, packing the square to witness this historic moment.
In the center of the square stood a circular stage, adorned with a red carpet and surrounded by three rows of white marble columns wrapped in blue and white ribbons. At the heart of the stage towered a statue of the Moon Goddess, holding a wooden staff and draped in silver silk.
On the front steps, a line of knights stood tall, their silver-white armor gleaming, blue feathers fluttering from the tops of their helmets, long spears at the ready, forming an impenetrable steel wall. The blue and white flag bearing the unicorn coat of arms of the Saint Spectre Lancent fluttered proudly in the wind. The church's orchestra took their positions at the base of the steps, ready to play a celebratory melody.
Dong, dong!
As if ripples in a pure white heaven, the bells rang out, accompanied by solemn music.
As the appointed time arrived, a grand procession emerged from the Pope's Hall, escorting Sigrey, who was dressed in a gown, as she walked slowly towards the raised platform.
At that moment, Sigrey was enveloped in a soft and sacred light. She wore a pure white gown with golden trim, her dignified strides and gentle smile exuding beauty and nobility, her countenance filled with a unique warmth.
Behind her, the twin doors of the Pope's Hall stood open, the red-carpeted central aisle leading straight ahead as if it were a path to heaven itself.
The chiming of the bells mingled with the roaring applause as the beautiful Pope Sigrey waved graciously to the crowd, accepting their heartfelt welcome.
"Glory and praise—"
The Temple Knights quickly formed a human wall around the platform in the square, standing vigilant to ensure the coronation ceremony of the new Pope went off without a hitch.
Following them was a group of white-robed bishops who bowed respectfully to Sigrey and then took their places on the right side of the square, signifying the Holy Pope Lancent's full support for the new Pope.
With everything in place, Sigrey ascended the platform, accompanied by the solemn hymns and the calls of the Lancentians in the square.
Like a rising sun, Sigrey's figure shone brilliantly, her presence overwhelming.
Standing on the platform, she scanned the crowd with a compassionate and gentle gaze, raising her right hand slightly to signal for silence.
Instantly, the square fell silent.
Everyone was eagerly awaiting the new Pope's coronation speech.
Sigrey cleared her throat and began to speak in a strong and resolute voice.
"Beloved people of Saint Pope Lancent, today, in the name of the Goddess of Destiny and the people of Saint Pope Lancent, I swear that with a sincere heart and passionate blood, I will lead Saint Pope Lancent towards a brighter tomorrow. After enduring hardships, we have finally welcomed the dawn of rebirth, but this trial may have only just begun... Let us join hands and carry on the original intentions of the previous Pope!"
As her words concluded, thunderous applause and cheers erupted from the crowd.
"Long live Sigrey!"
"Long live Saint Pope Lancent!"
The resounding shouts echoed like a mighty wave, unstoppable.
Countless petals and ribbons fluttered in the wind, like dancing butterflies, transforming the entire square into a fantastical spectacle.
The long-awaited moment had finally arrived.
Queen Kechia slowly stepped forward, holding a velvet tray that bore the triple tiara, a symbol of supreme power, shimmering brilliantly.
In a solemn atmosphere, Queen Kechia carefully raised the tiara above her head, awaiting the witness of all present.
The eyes of the crowd were fixed devoutly on the tiara, on the new Pope.
Queen Kechia took a deep breath and recited the coronation oath, word by word—
"In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, and in the name of the centuries-old legacy of Lancent, I hereby bear witness as I bestow upon Sigrey St. Anastasia, the rightful heir of the Saint Pope Lancent, this crown left by the first Pope. May she be noble, wise, and benevolent, and may the nation of Saint Pope Lancent prosper under her rule, its people thriving."
As the oath concluded, Queen Kechia presented the tiara to Sigrey.
The golden crown sparkled, enhancing Sigrey's noble countenance.
Cheers, applause, and tears of joy filled the air, the happiness emanating from the hearts of the people, reaching for the skies.
Sigrey gazed at the crown before her and placed it upon her head.
A hint of melancholy flashed in her eyes as she scanned the steps below, knowing that the figure she longed to see would not be there.
But she had to smile.
"I swear in the name of God and the people that I will live up to expectations."
She raised her scepter high, looking around, and spoke again.
The bells tolled melodiously, accompanied by sacred hymns. The morning light streamed through the rose windows, gilding the Pope's Hall. As the sun broke through the clouds, illuminating all, Sigrey solemnly held the scepter and led the people in singing the national anthem of Saint Pope Lancent, bringing the coronation ceremony to its climax.
"Diligence and dedication, leading by virtue and governing with righteousness, let Saint Pope Lancent reclaim its past glory!"
Sigrey's voice was firm and proud, reaching the heavens.
Amidst the deafening cheers, thousands of white doves took flight, forming a cloud of pure white.
The morning light shone through the mist, enveloping the entire square in a golden halo.
...
Several hours passed.
The coronation ceremony came to an end, and the bustling noise of Hersham gradually faded. Sigrey, the new Pope of Saint Pope Lancent, returned to her throne room.
Beyond the heavy oak doors lay a splendid chamber, with a newly restored mural of the Saint Pope Lancent Church adorning the high dome, and the walls inlaid with emeralds and amethysts as per the new Pope's request.
At the end of the steps stood the unchanged throne of the Saint Pope Lancent Pope.
Sigrey sat idly on the throne, her gaze vacant as she stared at the empty throne room.
Her thoughts drifted back more than a decade.
To a time when she was a street urchin in Hersham.
Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined becoming the Pope one day.
Back then, she had to worry about being hunted by the Blood Clan and could never sleep soundly.
Everything changed when she accepted a job to escort a client to the Eternal Night Lands.
That was when their story began.
"Do you remember when I said that one day I would become strong enough to protect you, so you should cultivate me into the strongest warrior, and I would never lose out... But you always smiled and called me silly, telling me I would never grow up in your eyes."
Sigrey murmured.
In truth, she was already a mature woman.
Gradually, she came to understand the bitter taste of loving someone she couldn't pursue.
She knew that she couldn't keep that man by her side, for destiny had decreed that they would never find happiness together in this lifetime.
As the sun dipped towards the horizon, Lanchi found himself at the edge of the observation deck, towering over the city of Saint Trick.
"You have arrived at Saint Trick, the southernmost capital of the Honing Empire," Tebiri Mirror narrated.
"You are the embodiment of the apocalypse, standing above millions upon millions of lives. Your executions are swift, so swift that even Saint Trick is unaware of your presence."
"Along the way, you have wiped out all the provincial lives and armies."
"The setting sun is infinitely good," Lanchi mused aloud.
"Is it just me, or is the dusk approaching?" a voice asked in his head. It was Talliah.
"It is indeed a beautiful sunset," he replied. "But before the day is done, there is one last thing to be done."
The demonic text on the Tebiri Mirror continued to crawl up the observation deck of the Moon Tower, forming a circle of intricate demon script around them.
(End of Chapter)
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