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Chapter 843: Lan Chi's Final Showdown in Blood Moon City (Part 1)
Chapter 843: Lan Chi's Final Showdown in Blood Moon City (Part 1)
In the plaza of the Blood King Palace, a radiant sphere of light resembling the morning sun rose into the sky.
Under its blessing, even the cold ground seemed to warm up.
"Lashar, you still couldn't make me use my full strength."
The radiant white light illuminated Lan Chi's face, and his voice echoed through the air.
Duke Lashar felt as if his brain was about to shatter from the deafeningly calm voice, as if he were standing in the noontime of a world where day and night were reversed.
Even at his peak, Lanclos would never have been able to summon such a vast range of Wide Sun Power within Blood Moon City!
At this moment, Duke Lashar would rather believe that the blinding light that had pierced his eyes was just an illusion, but the cruel reality was that his power had instantly weakened to only the 8th rank level.
It was similar to Lanclos's power, yet completely different.
It was as if Lanclos had been reborn.
The Third Ancestor, Duke Lashar, under the blinding sun, had his expression shift from initial shock to anger.
He had wondered why Lanclos's defense was so strong, yet his attacks were so weak and completely different from before.
It turned out that the man before him no longer possessed Lanclos's Radiant Sun Crown, and all of his Sun Power had been transformed into a Summoned Creature.
This indicated that the opponent's lack of offensive power was not an illusion, but that he was genuinely weak.
"You are far weaker than Lanclos!"
With a glance, Lashar realized that the sun, which seemed like a spell, was actually a weak Summoned Creature that could be easily shattered. This deception could be instantly dispelled by destroying the sun, and the opponent's meager Sun Power would be rendered useless.
He quickly concentrated his mental power, controlling the surrounding blood mist and transforming it into sharp arrows aimed at the sun!
"Don't harm my Summoned Creature."
Suddenly, the sun was enveloped and entangled by black talismans, instantly transforming into an eclipse-like black sun.
Adorned with the same black centipede orbit mark that had been on the Pope's cheek earlier, it also radiated the dark obsidian brilliance of the Primordial Slate Seal.
Before Lashar's blood-colored arrows could even touch the black sun, they all vanished in the sky above the Blood King Palace.
Pitch-black fog swirled around the dark sun, guarding it like the edict of a tyrant.
No matter how Lashar gathered his blood energy, making it denser and transforming it into sharp blood arrows that swirled in the air, he couldn't inflict even the slightest damage to the sun.
"Master Xia, it's too much."
Lan Chi watched as Lashar's terrifying mana attacked again, his hands beneath the silver-white robe almost becoming shadows. He slightly twisted his fingers, and the entire Blood King Palace was instantly enveloped by an ominous vibration.
Dark gray vines with leafy branches burst forth from his palm, spreading rapidly. The vines came to life, enlarging into a predatory net that descended upon Lashar.
A mental shock even faster than Lan Chi's descended straight upon him.
Wherever the invisible mana passed, the air began to flow again, and Lan Chi's movements instantly slowed.
"You only have high defense; you're not invincible!"
Upon realizing that the sun had transformed into a locked-down black sun, Lashar also discovered that his opponent had entrusted the crucial spell to the sun.
This implied that the opponent's main body might have already broken free from invincibility.
Lashar not only attacked the sun but also launched a rapid-fire mental spell attack on the opponent's main body!
"Indeed, it's quite dangerous."
Lan Chi endured Lashar's mental assault, quickly stabilizing his stance. The rectangular magic emblem within his silver-white robe began to emit dark purple crackling lightning, forming an invisible mana barrier that withstood Lashar's mental shockwave, causing metallic humming and ripples to circle around.
But Lan Chi's legendary sealing flower had already been summoned.
Each vine's pattern radiated a black divine light that made souls tremble.
Not only did it trap Lashar, but it also constantly contracted, isolating him in a void from which he couldn't escape.
What surprised Lashar even more than the confrontation with Lanclos in his weakened state was the fact that the black sun in the sky couldn't be budged an inch.
Lashar clenched his teeth, gathering blood mist once more to form an even denser arrow formation, launching a second wave of attacks towards the sun.
The results, however, left him deeply disappointed.
All of his attacks were easily swallowed, without exception.
"What kind of dark magic is this? Even after using Eternal Punishment on other life forms, it still functions?!"
Lashar's eyes turned bloodshot as he resisted the sealing vines, his forehead veins popping out.
Logically, if Eternal Punishment were used on a Summoned Creature, it should have sealed it, just like using it against an enemy.
Moreover, Eternal Punishment should have been broken after sustaining excessive damage, unlike the completely invincible and freely switchable spell in Landri's hands.
"The mechanism is over; it's time to open the sun and strike."
Lan Chi continued to ignore Lashar's questions, only speaking about himself.
"Your tricks have been exposed; you don't have sufficient offensive means! Your bluff has gone far enough!"
Lashar extended his hand, reaching out from the sealing vines, and roared with concentrated mana.
But the fact was that not only did the sun not extinguish, but its radiance became even more eerie.
In his weakened state, he couldn't even destroy the sealing flower.
"Return to your wraith form! Holy Soul Lant Pope!!"
Finally, under Lashar's mana manipulation, countless blood arrows sped so fast that their trails were barely visible, leaving afterimages as they turned downward, rushing straight for Lan Chi's main body.
They carried Lashar's hatred, determined to kill Lan Chi.
The previous clash had confirmed that Landri's mutated Eternal Punishment, when entrusted to his opponent, indeed proved that his main body was no longer invincible.
"Do you really think the game isn't over yet?"
Lan Chi paid no heed to Lashar's attacks, gazing at the magic card in his hand, already marked with the imprint of a flower petal.
It was already past four in the afternoon, and indeed, it was time to end it.
"Let me show you my Demon King.
"Ran Chi's eyes were calm and serene, devoid of any hostility or battle intent. With a gentle flick of his palm, he released the orange-colored epic card, setting it free.
The Blood Moon City Plaza was in a state of intense turmoil.
As if the clouds had parted, the Blood King Palace was shrouded in a ripple of black radiance, causing an eclipse-like effect.
At the focal point of the sunlight, a pure, radiant glow scattered, and a silver-haired witch had already landed on the ground.
She stood there, her dress resembling a silver-white rose, exuding a captivating floral fragrance.
'Duke Lashar, do you still remember me?'
The Desire Demoness, veiled in heavenly fabric, spoke with a buzzing voice that made time flow once more, standing beneath the eclipsed magical realm.
She had seen through Duke Lashar's intentions and cast a barrier shield in advance, protecting Ran Chi's true body and withstanding Lashar's blood arrows.
Duke Lashar's pupils contracted as he watched his blood arrows crumble before the silver-haired witch.
After her demonic voice fell, a storm of illusions brewed in the Blood King Palace Plaza, as if reality and dreams were about to be overturned and reversed!
'Impossible... Kaliera, how can you still be by Lanclos' side!'
When Duke Lashar saw the second wraith, his face turned deathly pale.
He was having difficulty distinguishing between reality and illusion.
Even though the Kaliera before him might be much weaker than a 9th-rank being, she gave him the impression of being the genuine Kaliera.
What's more, at this moment, bathed in the sun's power, even an 8th-rank Kaliera would be incredibly dangerous.
But he was struggling to think clearly.
The feeling of helplessness from the fallen sub-palace, the weakness brought on by the sun, and the surrounding demonic voices, caused the third ancestor, Duke Lashar, to become frenzied. His mind clouded, and he felt his vision flicker, as if he had crashed into a wall, his eyes constantly seeing stars, nearly fainting and unable to regain consciousness.
After being repeatedly tormented by the Pope's mental attacks earlier, even the third ancestor, Duke Lashar, who had stepped into the realm of the gods, had an extremely high resistance to mental magic, but he couldn't withstand the interference of the Desire Demoness in this state.
The silver-haired witch focused her magic on her fingertips, and the air in the direction she pointed began to distort, turning into dark gray cracks. The blood-red palace tiles devoured by these cracks disappeared, and the earth's fire brewed around Duke Lashar, with black flames rising.
At this moment, Duke Lashar was not only defenseless but also mentally broken. It was as if he was a stationary target for Lashar, and she didn't need to hold back. All she needed to do was unleash all her attacks.
'Because I'm beautiful, dignified, mature, and useful, a great demon, and when he needs me, I'll always be by his side.'
Talia imitated Kaliera's voice from the Shadow Weave Record, continuing to use her demonic voice.
She told Ran Chi that since he had used the Holy Soul Lant Pope skin, she would use the Kaliera skin, as they would look like a pair with a strong bond.
Gray lines sealed and blocked Lashar at the edges of the vines.
These were the sealing and spatial dual attributes given to her by Ran Chi, a legacy of his teacher, Lao Sang. If one were to accidentally touch these gray lines in the air, they would trigger a swift interweaving and explosive burst of spatial rifts.
'Pfft.'
Ran Chi tightly covered his mask, steadying it.
His shoulders trembled as he struggled to keep from laughing.
Even if Kaliera tried her best to be funny, she couldn't match Talia's effortless humor.
'You're not allowed to laugh!'
Talia turned her head, her ears slightly red with frustration and resentment, sending her thoughts through a mental link.
She didn't know what she had said wrong, but she knew Ran Chi was laughing at her.
'Salute to the legendary voice actress Talia, truly beautiful, dignified, mature, and useful.'
Ran Chi finally dropped the act, removing his mask and laughing. It seemed that the joy Duke Lashar had given him was nothing compared to what Talia had provided.
He was about to suffocate from holding back his laughter while wearing the mask.
'Are you two lovebirds here?'
Duke Lashar glared at Kaliera and Lanclos, who were deep in conversation, seemingly oblivious to the world around them. Even from the other end of the Blood King Palace Plaza, Lashar could sense the atmosphere between them.
Duke Lashar recalled the only satisfying moment from tens of thousands of years ago—the only thing that gave him a sense of fulfillment—was when neither Lanclos nor Kaliera had a good ending.
Now, watching them fight side by side, as if in a fantasy, Lashar grew angrier.
'...Yes.'
Talia looked at Duke Lashar, as if understanding something, hesitated slightly, then gathered her courage and hugged Ran Chi from the side, cheek to cheek.
'That's right, we're very happy now.'
Talia looked at Duke Lashar with a triumphant smile.
'I don't approve!'
Duke Lashar was so furious he was about to go mad, his mind clouded.
Ran Chi looked at Talia in surprise, as this move wasn't part of the initial tactics she had discussed with Talia.
But Talia's improvised tactic seemed highly effective, and combined with her demonic voice, it prolonged Duke Lashar's defenseless and mentally broken state.
'What good is your disapproval? Are you from the civil affairs bureau of some country?'
Talia suppressed a smile, released Ran Chi, and knelt down, lightly touching the ground. The earth's fire spread across the Blood King Palace Plaza, engulfing the agonized Duke Lashar.
The deep abyssal flames, accompanied by the red light of the Primordial Slate, Manjushaka, tore through the sky, accurately piercing Duke Lashar.
Duke Lashar, the third ancestor, screamed as the blood mist around him instantly expanded, forming a cocoon-like energy sphere that barely contained him.
Despite this, Lashar's movements were extremely difficult, and most of the abyssal black flames hit his defenses, accompanied by the unmatched destructive power of the Primordial Slate of Fire, striking his vital points and burning his entire body.
Duke Lashar's face became increasingly miserable, and the bead-sized sweat on his forehead evaporated before it could even flow down.
'Kaliera, Lanclos, you two...!'
Duke Lashar's body emitted a semi-transparent blood-tainted glow, even his irises turning into liquid blood, scattering mist, and entering a protective stance. He unleashed an unprecedented torrent of mental power.
A vortex of blood energy formed around him, attempting to devour everything in its path.
The lingering sound of the rift and the blood cyclone gradually collided, erupting into millions of explosions more intense than the intertwining gray and red hues.
...
At the western assault camp.
Abigail held Cat Boss and slowly raised a cup to her lips, taking a small sip.
Cat Boss looked up and noticed that Abigail seemed to have relaxed a bit, as she even had the leisure to drink.
"If Lan Qi can suppress Lashar in battle, why didn't he fight like this from the start?" Cat Boss asked Abigail as he looked at the battle situation on the light screen.
"The mana consumption for this type of battle is completely different from the initial skirmishing style. If Lashar's Blood Moon City's blessing hasn't been broken, fighting like this would also be a waste of energy," Abigail explained, setting down her cup.
"But isn't Lan Qi's mana consumption for sealing the sun much lower than when he seals himself at the 7th rank?" Cat Boss recalled that the Radiant Virtue's small sun was only at the 3rd rank, and using Lan Qi's Black Sun Tyrant's Eternal Punishment Decree to seal the sun would indeed consume less mana.
"Lan Qi didn't maintain his sealed state throughout the fight with Lashar. He only activated it when facing direct spell attacks. Additionally, the mana consumption for summoning Tata to fight is not on the same scale as using the Black Sun Tyrant's Eternal Punishment Decree to seal himself," Abigail clarified.
Before the battle, Abigail had likely calculated Lan Qi's mana consumption for various states and spells with him to devise a plan.
To her surprise, she discovered that Tata was a mana consumption monster. If she were to fight at full power continuously, she could drain Lan Qi's mana dry."
In his current state, Lan Qi's mana consumption was at its peak, as he needed to maintain both Talia and the decree while being unable to enter the life-locking state. He had to ensure that Lashar's Blood Moon City's protection mechanism had expired before going all out against him.
"So that's how it is," Cat Boss nodded in understanding.
"But the more I watch, the more I feel that Lan Qi's ultimate move is to summon a wife to fight for him..." Cat Boss observed as he watched the battle in the Blood King Palace.
Abigail rested her chin on her hand, analyzing the situation.
"Meow," Cat Boss responded, suspecting that Abigail might be a secret Lant Party member.
Perhaps it was the play they had performed that made Abigail appreciate the chemistry between the two actors.
Abigail had even considered having Lan Qi and Talia act in the Half-Witch play, but recently, she thought that Houbelia might be a better fit. She was still undecided about the casting.
"Can they finish it in one go?" Cat Boss asked again.
He saw Lashar being bombarded by the Desire Demoness's full-power attacks, but he wasn't sure how much Lashar's life state had decreased or if it had any significant impact.
"It's not realistic," Abigail replied, looking down at Cat Boss. "No matter how you look at it, Lashar is an immortal vampire. Even if he's weakened, it's not possible for Talia to defeat him in a short time."
In the previous shadow world record, the four great demons had fought together under the sun for a long time before they managed to weaken Lashar to the point of incapacitation.
Now, there was only Talia.
"But Sigrid's side is clear, and the other vampire marquis' sub-palaces should soon collapse like a house of cards. We can quickly launch the second and third waves, so it's fine," Abigail reassured Cat Boss, who was in her arms.
Although it was possible to have Sigrid change direction and prioritize breaking into the Blood King Palace's barrier to assist Lan Qi, by the time she arrived, Lashar's defense might have already recovered.
If Sigrid didn't rush, it would be difficult to quickly turn the tide in the other vampire marquis' palaces.
Considering the safety of the three great demons in the Extermination Palace, Abigail decided to prioritize sending Sigrid there. Once the Eighth Ancestor, Marquis Somerset, was defeated, the three great demons wouldn't have to risk their lives against him, and Lashar in the Blood King Palace would still be vulnerable.
In a favorable situation, Abigail sought a steady and secure approach, aiming for the survival of all her allies.
"It's already past 4:30, meow..." Cat Boss looked at the time with some concern.
At 5:00 PM, the War God's blessing ceremony for the Kreth Empire's National Festival would end.
"Don't worry, we're doing well so far," Abigail said, holding Cat Boss' paws.
In reality, the current time was much later than expected due to the appearance of not only the Rotting Bishop as an external ally but also the emergence of the Withering Bishop and the Tenth Ancestor, Marquis Ulysses, both of whom were bishop-level powerhouses. They had nearly pushed the group towards annihilation.
Even after turning the tide, the timing was much tighter than anticipated.
Fortunately, the situation had been turned around.
...
Several minutes later, in the Extermination Palace.
The Eighth Ancestor, Marquis Somerset, was in the midst of an intense battle.
The sound of shattering rocks and exploding spells filled the air, making the entire palace seem on the verge of collapse.
A black flame tornado raged on the battlefield, and the scorching heat swept through the Extermination Palace, melting rocks, tearing the ground, and filling the air with the scent of charred remains.
Suddenly, a powerful gust of wind burst from the center of the tornado, scattering the flames and transforming them into countless blood-colored streams of light that bloomed like fireworks, tracing eerie arcs in the sky.
Marquis Somerset continued to relentlessly pursue the three great demons.
Earlier, a faint ray of natural light had penetrated through the colosseum, acting as a natural enemy to Marquis Somerset, causing him to become restless even after it had faded.
During the brief period of sunlight, Lashar's aura had noticeably weakened.
"You weakling Magi, dare to flaunt your power before me?"
Marquis Someset's focus narrowed, his voice carrying an icy chill.
He slowly raised his right hand, fingers slightly bent, and an invisible force began to gather in his palm, a faint whistling sound echoing in the air.
In the next moment, the three Magi's figures seemed to be drawn by the air currents he controlled. Marquis Someset's body flashed like a blood-colored lightning bolt, appearing before the three great Magi. Before Sinora and Prana could react, they felt a powerful force strike them.
Sinora and Prana were sent flying into the rock walls of the Extinction Temple, shattering the rocks. Antanas, in the back, continuously cast healing spells, a faint blue glow like soft silk, enveloping their bodies.
But Marquis Someset's offense was too swift and fierce, and Antanas's barrier protection had not yet reached Sinora and Prana when it was crushed by Marquis Someset's overwhelming force, transforming into blue light particles that dissipated in the air.
Marquis Someset strode towards Antanas, each step stirring up a gale.
He raised his right fist, his hand enveloped in dark red blood energy, like bubbling magma.
"Do you want to test my fist as well?"
Marquis Someset's fist was about to smash into Antanas's chest.
Sinora struggled free from the rock wall, dashing in front of Antanas, her scythe blocking the blow. Both she and Antanas were knocked down together.
"Looks like the battle over there is about to be decided."
Prana got up from a distance, using chains to slow down Marquis Someset, and muttered to herself in relief.
"Hehe, Marquis Someset, you're getting more and more impatient. Does Lashar's state mean a Marquis has already been defeated?"
Sinora barely managed to stand, supporting Antanas, wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth, her eyes gleaming with a mischievous light, asking.
(End of Chapter)
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