Don't Take Away My Human Record Chapter 843: Lan Chi's Final Showdown in Blood Moon City (Part 2) - Novel Cool

Chapter 843: Lan Chi's Final Showdown in Blood Moon City (Part 2)

Chapter 843: Lan Chi's Final Showdown in Blood Moon City (Part 2)

Upon hearing their words, Marquis Someset's face darkened instantly.

"This has nothing to do with you weaklings dying at my hands!"

Marquis Someset flew into a rage, his voice filled with displeasure and agitation, turning towards the three great Magi.

The pressure in the air intensified, making it difficult for the three Magi to breathe, as if the entire Extinction Temple was enveloped in Marquis Someset's anger, melting it.

Marquis Someset clenched his fists, dark red blood energy gathering on his knuckles.

No one knew what kind of finishing blow he would unleash once he completed his charge.

Prana also felt her heart race, and immediately rushed to her sister and Antanas. If she couldn't dispel Marquis Someset's charged attack, even the most capable of them, Sinora, might fall.

Just then, Prana seemed to sense something and stopped in her tracks.

"Are you afraid?"

Marquis Someset was poised to strike, grinning maliciously.

As soon as he finished speaking, his heart suddenly raced.

It wasn't due to Prana's anomaly.

It was a sense of danger that a warrior's instinct brought him.

He couldn't pinpoint the direction.

Because he felt that terrifying aura was everywhere.

Marquis Someset's brain hadn't finished processing this question.

The sound of air currents breaking through the sky.

The next moment, it was already upon Marquis Someset!

At that moment, a silver comet fell from the sky, accompanied by the sound of a thousand armies charging, a woman with blue hair and purple eyes appeared, filling Marquis Someset's entire field of vision. Her eyes held the fierce intent of a Wolf Queen, and her omnipresent fist struck Marquis Someset's body!

The ferocious power caused the Extinction Temple's lava arena to surge and collapse, louder than thunder, shaking the entire southwestern area of Blood Moon City!

The Extinction Temple cracked open a wide fissure, gradually collapsing, even the elaborately carved blood gems on the outer perimeter shattered, the fragments scattering in the wind.

"You three, sorry, I'm late."

Sigrid punched Marquis Someset, turning to the three great Magi and saying.

The silver light dissipated, and Sigrid's long hair fell like a waterfall, as pure as moonlight.

"Sigrid!"

Sinora, barely able to hold her scythe, finally loosened her grip, her voice filled with excitement.

"Indeed, only the strong can possess such beauty. This is what strength is."

Antanas also marveled.

When Sigrid broke through the Glacial Stagnation Palace, she knew that the Blood King Palace had started to smoke.

"Marquis Someset, beating up my family, are you having fun?"

Sigrid's gaze fixed on Marquis Someset in the distance, her eyes piercing through his soul.

The moment she appeared, the entire atmosphere of the Extinction Temple changed.

"Tyrant Bishop..."

Marquis Someset stood up from the ruins, his face turning pale, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes.

He knew that this Wolf's power was far beyond his own, and even his prized strength couldn't match hers.

She was an existence he could never reach.

He tried to vent his frustration and engage her in a head-on battle, but when he saw Sigrid holding Helaitier, barely alive, the last of his rationality told him to flee from the Extinction Temple immediately.

This person was a Vampire killing machine, too cruel.

The next moment, Sigrid moved.

She didn't wait for Marquis Someset to escape a few meters, appearing behind him.

She raised her right hand, her fingers like knives, glinting with cold light, aiming for Marquis Someset's head.

Marquis Somerset was shocked and tried to dodge, but Sigrid's speed was too fast, and her momentum overwhelmed him, leaving him unable to react.

Before he knew it, Sigrid's hand had grabbed Somerset's head and slammed him to the ground.

"No, this can't be!"

Marquis Somerset's eyes widened in disbelief, his voice filled with a desperate wail as he realized his strength was no match for this woman.

"And you dare to boast about your strength?" Sigrid sneered, twisting her wrist. A chilling tearing sound followed, and Marquis Somerset's neck was completely twisted.

Marquis Somerset let out a shrill scream, his body contorted on the ground, struggling futilely against the physical deformation.

The three Great Demons stood behind, watching the battle.

They knew it was time to celebrate Sigrid's victory.

Indeed, if Sigrid was in her prime, they wouldn't need to lift a finger.

...

Far to the north, the Extinct Temple.

The Faded Court was in ruins, covered in ice and vines, where Nedochka and the Ice Witch continued their stalemate.

But the atmosphere had subtly shifted.

Nedochka was still using her vine magic to defend against the Ice Witch's attacks, but her movements had slowed, and her eyes dimmed.

Her heart felt hollow, and she had no interest in continuing the fight.

Now, she looked south.

"It seems the Blood Clan Marquis has lost two battles..."

She muttered to herself.

Although she didn't know how they had accomplished it, they had miraculously gotten back on track, and Duke Rahal's aura was gradually weakening.

"I'm done fighting. It's pointless."

Suddenly, Nedochka waved her staff, using her vine magic to repel the Ice Witch. She put away her staff and muttered to herself.

The Ice Witch stood in place, the swirling ice blades around her not dissipating.

Nedochka's decision was indeed impulsive.

But it wasn't unreasonable.

For both sides, stopping the fight now was the best choice.

Nedochka glanced at Almis, seeking confirmation of her intention to end the battle.

Seeing Almis' attack intentions wane, Nedochka turned and flew towards the sky above Blood Moon City.

"..."

The Ice Witch warily kept her eyes on the withered Bishop Nedochka, ensuring that she was leaving and not trying to deceive them.

If the Cardinal Bishop abandoned the Blood Clan at this point, it would be good news for their siege, as it would mean one less obstacle to their victory.

There was no need for her to waste time fighting the Cardinal Bishop.

The urgent task was to support other Blood Clan battlefields, whether it was Iftia in the Soul Temple or Migaya and Hyberian in the Abyss Temple. They all needed additional reinforcements.

Nedochka's figure gradually shrank in the night sky above Blood Moon City, eventually disappearing into the dark clouds over the Faded Court.

Only when Nedochka's figure was out of sight did the Ice Witch finally breathe a sigh of relief, as if a heavy burden had been lifted.

She surveyed the ruins around her, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

This prolonged and arduous battle had finally ended in an unexpected way.

Compared to other battlefields, her side had been the most relaxed and peaceful.

"Miss Almis, although the Faded Temple where you are is closer to the Soul Temple on the northwest side, I'd like to ask you to go to the Abyss Temple on the south side to help Migaya and take care of Hyberian. Once you arrive at the Abyss Temple, you can immediately assist Migaya in ending the battle. However, you are not well-suited to fight against high-life opponents like Marquis Bernhard in the Soul Temple."

A mechanical messenger landed on the Ice Witch's shoulder, delivering Abigail's request.

"Okay."

The Ice Witch immediately flew towards the south side.

She had long wanted to meet Hyberian, and Hyberian needed her healing.

...

The easternmost battlefield of the Bishops.

Inside the Ice Stasis Temple, a frigid wind blew, and dark blue frost covered every inch of the land.

Crystal-clear ice spikes stood like blades, reflecting the crystal-clear Monument Grove.

The air was filled with bone-chilling cold, and even breathing could freeze.

In this icy landscape, two figures stood facing each other.

"Nedochka, are you retreating?"

Bishop Framer stood with a pocket watch in hand, his deep green scholar's robe standing out in the silver-clad world.

A calm smile hung on his face as he looked north, unaffected by the cold and without any injuries.

On the contrary, Tolliado across from him looked a bit disheveled.

"What, can I ask you to retreat as well?"

Tolliado was enveloped by a semi-transparent cubic outline, and if not for the defense provided by this six-sided space isolation, he wouldn't know how long he could hold out against Framer.

"Let's end it here for today. There will be other chances to fight again."

Bishop Framer picked up the box on the ground and walked away.

"Hmph, I don't want to fight you again."

Tolliado coldly laughed upon seeing that Bishop Framer was also willing to end the fight.

If not for the lack of manpower in the Blood Moon City siege, he wouldn't know how long he could withstand Bishop Framer.

If they continued fighting, he would run out of mana and truly die.

"There will be opportunities. When the Pope emerges, it might be another book's story. We will meet again someday."

Framer slowed his steps and turned his face, using a comparison that the playwright Tolliado could understand more easily.

Or, with the Level Theory spreading in Hestinos, if this book is version 89, the next one might be version 99. The vast, unexplored areas of the southern continent would gradually open up, and this part of the south continent is just the tip of the iceberg.

"Are you saying that after Calamity Soil, the Lost Continent will eventually be linked to our world?"

Toliao's eyebrows furrowed, a rare occurrence.

"If they don't come together, then the prophecy in the Tome of Magic will be wrong."

The figure of the Rotten Bishop merged into the pitch-black wind and snow.

"The Tome of Magic, is it a Prophecy Book or a Condition Book? You should also want to know the answer, right?"

Famer's voice disappeared along with the howling of the storm, leaving Toliao to raise his hand and block the corrosive cold air. When he lowered his hand, the presence of Rotten Bishop Famer had completely vanished.

Toliao stood in place, deep in thought for a long time.

"Go to the Hall of Souls to help Iphatia. With your help, you can kill the Ninth Ancestor, Marquis Bernhard."

Abigail's voice from the earpiece interrupted Toliao's daze.

She was never polite, especially to Toliao.

"Oh, I'll go right away."

Toliao hurriedly agreed.

"Open the teleportation, hurry up! Lazy pig, get moving!"

Abigail, seeing that Toliao was no longer in danger and no longer needed her initial concern, resumed her usual demeanor.

...

At the moment the Palace of the Blood King was destroyed, the sun rose for the second time in the Blood King Square.

Lance once again switched from his battle with Lashar to the state of summoning the Mad Love Demon King under the Black Sun.

Lashar listened to Kaliella's enchanting voice, once again clutching his head and painfully tearing at his scalp.

"Thank you, Lashar. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have given my soul to him and become his guardian spirit, staying with him forever."

Talia mimicked Lance and Lashar, recounting their battle.

She hugged Lance first, then ran to attack Lashar.

"Lashar, would your true king embrace you like this?"

Lance stood quietly to the side, his silver-white mask concealing his emerald green eyes, calm as a still pond.

"Ah, I'm sorry if this move hurts you."

Lance shook his head helplessly.

"Ahhh!"

The air was filled with a choking, dusty smell, and the Palace of the Blood King appeared particularly dim under the glowing virtue shining through the dust.

Space fissures tore through the sky, serpentine and explosive.

The defeat of Marquis Sommerset and the resulting weakness made Lashar feel a sense of defeat and humiliation like never before.

Lashar finally faced reality.

The reborn Lanclos before him, though not as formidable as Lanclos of the Blood Moon Cataclysm's Final Desperation, was still incredibly powerful. Once he gained the upper hand, the suppression he exerted was no less than that of Lanclos, leaving no room for his opponents.

Unable to defeat him in battle or counter his spells, Lashar's hopes of victory rested solely on the other Blood Clan members defeating Lanclos's companions.

Gradually, Lashar's mental state began to crumble.

"Lanclos! How have you become so despicable!"

The Third Ancestor, Lashar, weakly roared on the ground.

He was covered in wounds, his robe torn and charred.

"You're no longer a strong person, but a weak one relying on external forces! You're a heretic!"

Lashar's face turned as white as paper, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were filled with bloodshot veins.

The current Lanclos only reminded Lashar of the legendary ancient ninth-rank Great Demon, Despairless Satia.

Standing before Satia, who could summon an army of duplicates of his opponents, if one couldn't restrain such a powerful demon, they would be crushed without a doubt.

And at that moment, Lashar felt the same overwhelming pressure of being unable to resist the summoned duplicates.

"This is called the power of partnership and the bond of friendship."

Lance corrected Lashar with clarity.

He had always struggled to understand the power of friendship in fairy tales, where the righteous companions would defeat the ultimate enemy with their united hearts.

But now, he understood.

This was the power of unity.

It was truly formidable.

"Lanclos!! I'll go to your mother's friendship bond!"

The Third Ancestor, Lashar, was on the verge of a mental and physical breakdown, convinced that Lanclos had gone completely insane.

Lashar's magical defenses grew weaker, and the blood mist around him thinned.

His face was as pale as paper, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Even so, he clenched his teeth, refusing to admit defeat.

In his eyes, as a Blood Clan Ancestor Duke, being defeated by the seventh-rank mutated Lanclos and the eighth-rank mutated Kaliella was a disgrace.

After nearly a minute, the protection of Blood Moon City was restored, and Lashar, in his weakened state, managed to create some distance.

With no other choice, Lashar turned and attacked Lance directly, using the opportunity to strike while Lance was switching his Immortal Punishment target to catch his breath!

"Don't even think about hurting him."

Just as Talia was about to leave, she stepped in front of Lance, blocking Lashar once again.

"You'll both die!"

Lashar gathered the remaining blood mist, transforming it into dozens of massive claws that lunged towards the two.

Talia's magic wove a net-like psychic shield in the air, and Lance, sensing her intention, kept the sun up. The blood-colored claws clashed with the shield, and the blood mist at their tips splattered, pushed back entirely.

As expected, Talia and Lance's perfect coordination deflected Lashar's attack.

But at that moment, Lashar had no intention of continuing the offense. Repelling the two seemed to have achieved his goal.

He slashed his bloody hand in the air, and a vertical space line opened like a zipper. Using his authority as the ruler of the Palace of the Blood King, he opened a forced exit from Blood Moon City, connecting to the ground in Brillada City at dusk!

With the battle having reached this point, he would no longer foolishly hope for the Marquis to withstand the enemy's onslaught and give Lanclos another chance to defeat him.

"Don’t run! If you have any guts, don’t run!"

Talia immediately rushed toward Rahal, shouting aggressively.

Rahal was not moved by Kaliyera’s taunts. Without looking back, he disappeared into the spatial rift, returning to the Brillada city district, causing a wave of panic among the citizens on the streets.

Seeing this, Talia was about to chase Rahal through the closing rift.

"Tata, don’t chase him."

Lance stopped Talia, who halted at the spatial rift.

In an instant, the rift vanished.

"But we finally got him half-dead! How can we let him escape now!"

Talia ran back to Lance, clenching her fists in anxiety as she spoke to him.

"It’s almost five o’clock. If we recklessly fight on the surface, we’ll likely be suppressed by the city’s defensive barrier and surrounded by the War Gods. It’s not worth it."

Lance raised his hand, letting the mechanical messenger land on his wrist. He glanced at the time and explained to Talia.

From the beginning, they had lost a lot of time due to the excessive external support in Blood Moon City.

Being able to turn the tide step by step, forcing Rahal to abandon his ancestral land and flee the city, was a significant success due to everyone’s united efforts.

"What about Rahal? If he returns to the surface and regains control of the War Gods, he will recover to the ninth tier at night."

Talia asked Lance, her lips pressed together.

Seeing that Lance wasn’t too worried, she gradually calmed down.

Not all the War Gods were under Rahal’s control, but in a surface battle, some War Gods would undoubtedly protect Rahal at all costs.

"We can’t catch up to Rahal. Moreover, once Rahal leaves the Blood King Palace, it means he has abandoned the Blood Moon City, the most crucial ancestral land of the Vampires. In fact, ‘destroying the Vampire ancestral land’ is more equivalent to victory than ‘sealing this Vampire Duke’."

Lance explained to Talia.

Compared to Rahal, the true threat was the Blood Moon City, which Rankloss couldn’t completely destroy even tens of thousands of years ago.

"Our mission is to focus on destroying the Blood Moon City. As for Rahal, there is someone who will be waiting for him on the surface."

Lance contacted Abigail via the mechanical messenger and sent messages to the people in several sub-temples.

What use is it for a Vampire to hide outside if we have dismantled all the springs?

"You mean the Water Jade Violet?"

Talia’s furrowed brows relaxed as she asked Lance.

During their last meeting at the main temple, when Violet turned into a gray cat, she did hear Violet mention that, as the Moon Goddess High Priestess, she had a barrier that could block Rahal’s mental magic.

Now, Rahal, weakened several times over and injured, was forced to the surface during the day.

The conditions for Violet’s divine spell to dispel the curse were fully met.

"Yes."

Lance nodded in confirmation.

"After subduing the four Marquises, please send them all to the Blood King Palace. Abigail, please also send the Vampire forced mutation potion through the mechanical dimensional gate."

He relayed the final instructions to his companions in the other sub-temples.

During this time, Talia and the other major demons had been researching the potion that the True Knight of the Blood Moon Bad World had developed in the final days, successfully recreating it using the original formula.

They planned to use the four Vampire Ancestors as fuel, with the Nuclear Fusion Wolf’s seal and the dual Fire Stone Tablets’ enhancement, to destroy the entire Blood Moon City.

This centuries-old grudge could finally be brought to a complete end.

With the Vampires eliminated, the turmoil in the Crethia Empire would also be quelled, and it wouldn’t take long.

The Blood King Palace, now silent, was bathed in the moonlight, casting shadows.

The passing stars seemed to sing.

Only Lance and Talia, gradually relaxing, stood in the square, waiting for their other companions to arrive.

"It seems it’s finally coming to an end."

Talia relaxed a lot, placing her hand on Lance’s shoulder and giving him a thumbs up with her other hand, encouraging him.

Like emerging from a harsh winter to welcome the warmth of spring.

The underground of Blood Moon City, like the surface, echoed with the five o’clock chimes of dusk.

"The past is past, the future has not yet come. Now—"

Lance looked at the map, where his companions were almost at the central Blood King Palace. He didn’t resist Talia’s playful affection,

"The most important thing is the present."

The ending of a story often makes one think of the beginning.

Those who sacrificed in this turmoil could never return.

The Blood Moon Bad World has passed.

And the present.

Lance’s greatest regret was that he would never see Loren again.

"Teacher Loren, rest in peace. I have ended the turmoil."

He muttered to himself,

"Thinking back, I really feel guilty towards Loren. Every time I invoked the name of the High Priest, I was abusing his authority, which might have caused him a lot of trouble."

Lance finally lowered his eyes, revealing his true feelings with a guilty expression.

Even in the moment of victory, the dead could never be seen again.

"You actually knew."

Talia was stunned, muttering.

In the past, Lance did things without realizing it.

Now, Lance seemed to be slowly waking up, becoming more like a normal human.

But such a Lance also made her particularly fond of him. Whenever she saw Lance as a man who could change and was willing to change himself, she felt genuinely comforted.

"But from now on, I won’t do such things anymore. I promise, if I break this vow, let the Fate Goddess punish me."

Lance looked at the horizon, appealing to the Fate Goddess.

(End of Chapter)

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