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Chapter 803: The Final Chapter of Cardinal Lanchi's Blood Moon Calamity (Part 1)
Chapter 803: The Final Chapter of Cardinal Lanchi's Blood Moon Calamity (Part 1)
The Third Progenitor, Duke Lashiel, stood defiantly against the piercing sun.
His expression shifted from initial shock to anger and unwillingness to accept his fate.
Before Lashiel could react, the four Great Demon tribes, seeing their opportunity, launched their attack without hesitation.
Pranay's eyes shimmered with silver-white mist, piercing through Lashiel's every move. He predicted and directed the precise attacks of the Great Demon tribes.
Shinola's counter-spells entangled Lashiel's half-cast magic like spider webs, dismantling them one by one.
Lashiel's casting speed suddenly slowed, his spells wavering.
"Please sit, and leave the rest to us."
Antanas, hovering next to Lanchi, used her magic to weave a semi-transparent chair for him.
"Antanas, you are indeed a useful member of the Demon tribe," Lanchi praised.
"Hehe," Antanas replied, unsure of the reason for the compliment but pleased nonetheless. She bent down and gently touched the ground, creating a barrier that enclosed Blood King's Palace Square, shielding them from the aftermath.
Under her protection, Lanchi was as safe as if he were in an impregnable fortress.
The strongest of the four Great Demons, the Ice and Snow Witch, had her pupils completely transformed into an icy blue, like two cold stars. Countless ice crystals condensed around her, turning into a steel needle downpour aimed at Lashiel.
Countless ice-blue beams tore through the sky, piercing Lashiel's defenses.
"You cowards!" Duke Lashiel, the Third Progenitor, gritted his teeth, and the blood mist around him instantly expanded, encapsulating him within an egg-shaped energy sphere.
Most of the ice crystal rain shattered upon impact with Lashiel's defense, like crashing into an invisible wall, but a few managed to find their mark, eliciting a roar from Lashiel.
At the same time, the Ice Snow Witch channeled her magic to heal Pranay and Shinola, the vanguard and the center-back of their formation.
Facing the onslaught of the four Great Demon tribes, Lashiel, whose strength had been reduced to a tenth of his peak, found it increasingly difficult to defend himself.
Although the Ice Snow Witch felt that ganging up on an opponent went against the principles of martial arts, technically speaking, they were currently summoned beings, so this could be considered a fair one-on-one battle.
"This measly attack won't even scratch me!" Duke Lashiel, a ninth-level spiritualist of the Vampire race, was a master of warfare, having reached the pinnacle of magical manipulation.
Lashiel knew that to turn the tide of the battle, his first priority was to destroy the sun.
As long as the sun, a summoned being, remained, he would never be able to regain his full strength.
Thus, he began to concentrate all his mental power, attempting to control the surrounding blood mist and turn it into arrows that would strike Lanchi, who was protected by the Great Demon tribes.
The black mist swirled around Lashiel, writhing like a living creature.
It gradually condensed, becoming thicker and denser, eventually forming sharp black arrows that whirled in the air.
Lashiel's eyes burned with a crimson hue, his forehead veins bulging.
Finally, under Lashiel's manipulation, the countless black arrows moved so fast that their trajectories were barely visible, leaving only afterimages as they soared upward.
Carrying Lashiel's hatred and determination, they vowed to pierce through the sun.
"Too obvious," Antanas and the Ice Snow Witch had anticipated Lashiel's intentions and swiftly cast barrier shields to protect the sun.
No matter how Lashiel tried, he couldn't affect the sun in the slightest.
Lashiel's pupils contracted as he watched his black arrows disintegrate in the face of the radiant sun.
Gritting his teeth, he gathered the blood mist once more, forming an even denser array of arrows, and launched a second wave of attacks.
The results, however, were equally disappointing.
All his attacks were effortlessly crushed by the two defensive specialists among the Great Demon tribes, without exception.
Lashiel's expression darkened, and beads of sweat formed on his forehead.
It was unfair to have four support players, two of whom were healers, he thought.
He felt that all his efforts were in vain.
Their recovery speed even surpassed his own.
"Master Lashiel, you sure are persistent," Lanchi remarked, standing quietly by, his emerald green eyes calm beneath his silver-white mask.
He seemed to have anticipated everything, quietly waiting for the final outcome.
"Lanculos!" Lashiel's taunts fell flat, unable to affect Lanchi in the slightest.
As the battle reached its climax, the entire square lay in ruins.
The ground was uneven, riddled with cracks of varying sizes, some so deep they seemed to lead straight to hell.
The surrounding buildings had not been spared either.
Pillars had toppled, walls had crumbled, as if an earthquake had ravaged the place.
The air was thick with acrid smoke, and the light of the Virtuous Blood Moon made Blood Moon City appear especially gloomy.
In the night sky, lightning crackled and thunder roared, while blood-red lightning bolts snaked across the heavens.
The thunderclaps echoed like war drums, as if the gods themselves were enraged.
Lashiel's long-range mental interference spell, capable of bypassing barriers, had no effect on the Pope whatsoever.
Even when Lashiel used a killing move that exploited the Pope's mental trauma, the Pope merely looked at him with innocent curiosity afterward.
The Pope had indeed become a different person, as he had claimed.
Every time Lashiel tried to predict Lanchi's next move, he found that his spell mechanics had already been seen through.
This sense of being controlled filled Lashiel with a profound sense of defeat and humiliation.
Aramis manipulated the ice crystals to create an icy surface beneath Lashiel's feet, making it difficult for him to stand firm and further reducing his mobility.
Whenever the Third Progenitor, Duke Lashiel, attempted to cast a spell, Shinola's reverse computation disrupted him, making it impossible to concentrate.
Antanas took her antics even further, summoning transparent barrier walls to trap Lashiel within.
Each time Lashiel tried to break through the barriers, he would be rebounded back, disheveled and embarrassed.
"Shinola, you're the main attacker, so focus on the fight and don't let Antanas distract you."
Pranay, on the other hand, remained a cold-eyed observer, constantly directing the battle like a class teacher. He could see through all of Lashiel's psychological activities.
"Aramis, my apologies for this embarrassing display." He apologized.
"It's fine."
Aramis had rarely fought alongside these three Great Demons in the past hundred years.
But when it came to their personalities, the Ice and Snow Witch had long ago become accustomed to their quirks.
Whenever Lashiel harbored a glimmer of hope or despair, Pranay would promptly remind the Great Demons, allowing them to address his thoughts and completely dispel them.
The four Great Demons toyed with Lashiel effortlessly, their attacks and defenses in perfect harmony, leaving him flustered and overwhelmed.
Lashiel finally faced the reality of his situation.
The moment he failed to shatter the sun after they summoned it, he knew he would never be able to touch it again.
These Great Demons may not have been pure damage dealers, but they were all flashy and tricky. With his weakened state, every spell he cast was predicted, countered, and blocked by their dual shields, making it impossible to reach the sun.
Gradually, Lashiel's mindset began to crumble.
"Lanculos! You, the one without a Soul of a Mage!"
Third Progenitor Lashiel shouted hoarsely.
He was already battered and bruised, his robe torn and charred.
"Put away those damn summons of yours!"
Lashiel's face was as pale as paper, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were bloodshot.
This style of fighting reminded Lashiel of the legendary ancient ninth-rank Great Demon—the Hopeless Satia.
Standing before that being, there were only two possibilities: either you couldn't defeat it at all, or you could defeat it completely; there was no room for doubt!
And at this moment, he felt the terrifying oppressive power of being beaten by summons and unable to fight back.
"Obviously, I am the summoner with the most Soul of a Summoner."
Lanchi replied clearly and logically.
From the beginning, he had told Lashiel that he was not Lanculos.
So Lashiel couldn't define his profession.
The four Great Demons, on the other hand, remained calm and collected, their attire still intact and undamaged, with a playful smile on their faces.
"This is so exhilarating; I can fight a ninth-rank demon, too."
They seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the battle, relishing in Lashiel's pain and despair.
After Lanchi summoned that dazzling sun, Duke Lashiel became a caged beast with its claws clipped, desperately struggling under the siege.
"Aramis, I'm counting on you to seal him later."
"No problem."
Under Pranay's command, countless translucent ice crystals surrounded the Ice and Snow Witch.
The ice crystals shimmered with a pale blue light, exuding a bone-chilling coldness.
As Lashiel's blood mist approached, Aramis manipulated the ice and snow, transforming them into sharp ice arrows that struck Lashiel head-on.
The ice crystals clashed with the blood mist, emitting a piercing hissing sound, like millions of beasts fighting each other.
When the ice crystals and blood mist reached a stalemate, the Breaker of Spells, Shinola, joined the fray.
She gracefully danced with her scythe, her fingertips glowing with counter-magic radiance. The blood mist that had condensed into arrows began to gradually disintegrate, turning into black dust that dissipated into the air.
Lashiel's expression changed drastically as he clearly felt his offense being dismantled by the opposing mage.
With no other choice, Lashiel shifted his attention to directly attack Lanchi, hoping to turn the tables and buy himself some breathing room.
He gathered the remaining blood mist and transformed it into dozens of giant claws that reached out to grasp the four of them from behind.
But the Guardian, Antanas, was prepared.
Her magic wove a protective shield in the air, and the blood-colored claws collided with the light shield, creating a deafening boom. The blood mist on the claw tips splattered, and they were all pushed back.
Time and again, Lashiel's attacks were thwarted by the perfect collaboration of the four Great Demons.
Yet, he received no support from the Vampire Progenitors, leaving him to face the Great Demons alone.
"Lanculos!!"
Third Progenitor Lashiel felt overwhelmed, his spirit and body on the brink of collapse.
Lashiel's attacks grew weaker and weaker, and his blood mist became thinner.
His face was as pale as paper, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were bloodshot.
Even so, he gritted his teeth and refused to admit defeat.
In his eyes, it would be a disgrace for a Vampire Progenitor Duke to be defeated by merely four Great Demon bureaucrats.
"You can keep stalling, but you won't be able to seal me. Lanculos, you've lost the ability to seal me!"
Lashiel shouted hoarsely, his voice sounding more and more strained.
"Do you really think the game isn't over yet?"
Lanchi paid no heed to Lashiel's protests, smiling lightly as he gazed at the flower imprint on the magic card in his hand.
It was about time.
Indeed, it could end now.
At this moment, Lanchi's smile seemed to stem not from finally reaching the end of his long-held wish in the Shadow World or from cornering his formidable opponent, Third Progenitor Lashiel.
It simply came from looking at this destiny card, a pure joy.
"Let me show you the most beautiful flower fairy in the world."
Lanchi raised his palm, his eyes calm and devoid of any hostility or battle intent. Like scattering flower petals, he gently set free this orange epic, his final familiar.
The last familiar, and also Lanchi's only true destiny demon.
The most turbulent moment in Blood Moon City Square.
It was like the clouds parting to reveal the sun, as the Blood King's Palace was bathed in the light of the Virtuous Blood Moon.
The sun's rays focused on a spot, and orange feathers fluttered as a demon girl landed in the square.
It was an eternal moment of arrival.
Her dress fell like white rose petals, carrying a captivating floral fragrance as she appeared at the Blood King's Palace.
"The legendary beauty, the Great Lover of Poets, Ran Fu, takes the stage!"
The voice of the Mad Love King buzzed like an explosion, resonating throughout the square.
She strained her voice, imitating the tone of the Great Lover of Poets, and unleashed a magical sound.
At Lanchi's request, having consumed the Great Lover, she was to help Lanchi unleash the Great Lover's magical sound to captivate the audience.
But Talia was afraid that her old friends would discover that she had become Lanchi's soul-linked familiar, so she went all out and completely transformed into the Great Lover, skin and all.
"Pffft."
Lanchi clamped his hand over his mouth.
His shoulders shook, and he struggled to hold back his laughter.
He never expected Talia to actually go through with it.
"Lanchi, you're not allowed to laugh!!!"
Talia's thoughts were a mix of excitement and indignance, and her ears turned red.
"Paying tribute to the legendary voice actor, Talia. Truly, so youthful."
Lanchi's thoughts trembled, as if he was laughing so hard it hurt.
"I'm going to kill you, Lanchi!"
On the surface, Talia desperately maintained her act as the Great Lover, smiling seductively next to Lanchi, but inside, her soul was about to leave her body as she grabbed Lanchi's neck and shook him.
As her magical sound reverberated, an unimaginable storm brewed in the Blood King's Palace Square, as if reality and dreams were about to overturn and reverse!
The Third Progenitor, Duke Lashiel, went insane at that moment, his sanity slipping as his vision flickered in and out of darkness. He felt as if he had slammed into a wall, his eyes seeing stars, and he nearly lost consciousness, unable to regain his senses.
After experiencing such tumultuous emotional upheaval, any ordinary being would have crossed the Mad Love King's killing line long ago.
However, at this moment, even the Third Progenitor Lashiel, a ninth-stage being who had stepped into the realm of the divine, with his exceptionally high mental magic resistance, could not withstand the interference of the Mad Love King.
Merely controlling Lashiel for a short while was enough to seal his fate.
In an instant, the four Great Demon tribes had divided Duke Lashiel into two halves.
"No, no......!"
When the Third Progenitor, Duke Lashiel, came to his senses, he struggled to wriggle and recombine on the ground, but the ice slowly froze him in place, until he was almost buried in this ocean of light.
"Lashiel, do you know how the Fourth Progenitor, Duke Eduardo, was sealed away back then?"
Pranay stared at Duke Lashiel and asked.
As he spoke, he turned to look at Lanchi, who stood quietly by.
(End of Chapter)
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