Don't Confiscate My Citizenship Chapter 794

 Chapter 794 The Final Ending of Lanclos

 “Lancros, are you crazy?”

Laxal learned about Lanclos' fate of being stabbed in the back by one of his own men and his insane behavior in the Horning Empire in the past two days. He felt that Lanclos's mind had been corroded by the "psychic rupture".

But no matter how he looked at it at the moment, Rashal felt that his eyes were always clear, so clear that it made Rashal uneasy.

The black centipede mark on Lanclos's left cheek that he had never seen before was so strange that Rashal could not analyze its reason.

"Not so."

Lan Qi hung the silver mask casually on his waist with a calm expression.

"I'm just stating the facts."

He raised his head slightly and looked at the four ancestors, not treating them as opponents at all.

"To be honest, I don't quite understand your reckless move to break into St. Patrick's City alone, and I don't understand where your confidence comes from. I can clearly feel that the strength of your magic power has dropped to that of mine. lower level.”

The ninth ancestor, Margrave Bernhard, paced and analyzed with sincerity,

"So you think bluffing is still useful now? Lanclos."

As a vampire scholar, he seemed most interested in having a long conversation with the Pope.

"You are the most enthusiastic to me every time."

Lan Qi also didn't mind listening to the words of the ninth ancestor, Marquis Bernhard.

Because he still hasn't understood what Marquis Bernhard's suggestion is.

"In my opinion, you can either start a war outright and let the people of the Horning Empire fall back into the flames of war; or you can continue to act cautiously and end up in a prosperous age of peace. Both paths have their own pros and cons, but they always win. Live what you are doing now..."

He talked eloquently, like a wise-talking strategist, explaining Lan Qi's predicament.

"So, what exactly is your suggestion?"

Lan Qi asked with interest.

"Huh huh huh."

The ninth ancestor, Marquis Bernhard, shook his head and chuckled, a trace of amusement flashing in his eyes.

"As for my suggestion, you'd better stay here! Your Majesty the Pope!"

Before he finished speaking, Marquis Bernhard's whole body lit up with a strange red light, and the magic power boiled and surged in his body, becoming out of control in the blink of an eye.

Countless scarlet eyeballs emerged from under his skin, covering his entire body, staring ferociously and greedily at the Pope in front of him.

Those poor talented souls had their unique abilities stripped away by the ninth ancestor, Marquis Bernhard, and turned into terrifying weapons, which made Bernhard's strength even higher.

Marquis Bernhard's originally handsome face gradually became distorted and deformed, and his facial features were all covered by the dense eyeballs. He bared his teeth and ran towards the Pope.

Those eyes were glowing red with hunger, trying to swallow up everything in front of them.

The other ancestors all knew that the ninth ancestor, Margrave Bernhard, had coveted the Pope for a long time.

Just in time to see how weak the Pope is now.

However.

To the surprise of all the ancestors, the white-robed pope just remained indifferent and motionless.

The Pope's eyes were a little disappointed, as if Marquis Bernhard's suggestion failed to satisfy him.

Marquis Bernhard's tall body at this time also made it impossible for the Pope to see Bernhard's face clearly without raising his head.

But he won't look up.

"Hold your head too high."

The pope's finger pointing toward the ancestors moved slightly to the right.

There was deathly silence all around, except for the rustle of the wind blowing through the Blood Palace Square.

In an instant, the dust in the entire square seemed to be divided and became uneven!

In front of the Blood Palace, the ground was stained red by a clear line of blood.

The pupils of the three ancestors in the distance shrank suddenly, and an unbelievable look flashed in their eyes.

They witnessed with their own eyes Marquis Bernhard's body being torn apart in mid-air.

The seventh ancestor, Marquis Helitier, subconsciously read the crisis and crouched down, with only his hair being cut off.

The third ancestor, Duke Rashal, was also the first to react and dodge.

The farthest away eighth ancestor, the Marquis of Somerset, was cut in half, and blood flowed uncontrollably from half of his body.

"Lan, Lanclos..."

The ninth ancestor, Bernhard, had a faint tremor when his head fell to the ground, and his expression did not even reflect what had happened.

Before his body could regroup, rock chains suddenly came out, tightly imprisoning the fragments and sealing them into a chiseled stone pillar.

The ninth ancestor fell prematurely.

Thalia guessed that the most talkative ancestor would be the first to be sealed.

Although Lanclos doesn't know [friendly communication] and [basic etiquette].

But in Lan Qi's hands, all spells can be turned into [Friendly Communication] and [Basic Etiquette].

That's why Thalia felt that Lanqi used Lanclos's spell in a strange way!

"You know I am Your Majesty, so why don't you worship me?"

Lan Qi looked at the three kneeling ancestors on the other side of the Blood Palace and asked.

The remaining three ancestors all showed undisguised shock in their eyes.

According to the intelligence from the Horning Empire and the divination results of Marquis Helitier, the current Pope should be weak enough to be slaughtered by them.

But at this moment, the strength Lan Qi showed only made them feel scared.

Even more powerful than when he sealed the injured second ancestor Prince Salvatore and fifth ancestor Duke Mordecai four years ago!

For a twilight pope who was only at the eighth level, coming to Blood Moon City alone would undoubtedly mean he would die.

Lanclos should have been desperate, fighting against several of their ancestors, and then being humiliated by Lingchi. Seeing that the sacrifices of his fellow insects were all meaningless, he should have ended his incompetent life in despair.

The faces of the three ancestors were completely frozen, as if they were frozen.

"why is that…"

The heart of the seventh ancestor, Harrithir, accelerated, and her chest rose and fell.

The entire star map she saw was drained of color.

In other words, Lanclos's state made her unable to trust the stars she saw.

"Hrithir, why couldn't you see that the moment I stepped into Blood Moon City, your Blood Palace started to smoke?"

Lanqi stood in front of them, with a compassionate smile, but it was like a sharp blade, piercing straight into the heart of Marquis Helitier.

In the dark palace behind him, the chalk stone floor of the square was covered with the blood of the ninth ancestor, and the ninth towering stone pillar shone with a dying light.

This is completely different from the future that Marquis Heritier saw!

"But don't worry, I have no interest in torturing the weak."

Lan Qi's voice was relaxed and casual, as if he was reminiscing with an old friend.

"you…"

After listening to Lan Qi's words, Talia was about to refute, but found that what he said was true. He would only torture the strong.

"Okay, Lao Sang really doesn't have any objections."

Thalia couldn't even imagine how cruel Lanqi had been to Asksan.

"Your Holiness, I think there may be some misunderstanding between us?"

The third ancestor, Duke Rashal, turned his gaze to the pope in the distance, and the young man asked him in a much more solemn voice.

He knew full well that the pope's gesture of the strong showing mercy to the weak was a shame to them on the opposite side.

But at this time, he was also very clear-headed, and there was no need to confront such a desperate person head-on.

"Really or not?"

The white-robed pope asked the third ancestor, Duke Rashal.

"real."

Rashal confirmed sincerely.

The Pope's kid-friendly tone made Rashal's blood pressure explode. But at this moment, Rashal could only be patient, maintain his acting skills, and communicate with the Pope.

"Will you repent?"

Lan Qi asked again.

"Of course, I will reflect on any mistakes I make."

Rashal suspected something was going on.

"Then why did you repeat the same mistakes in the Creja Empire tens of thousands of years later?"

Lan Qi asked naturally.

"Tens of thousands of years later...Kreijian Empire?"

A trace of confusion flashed across the eyes of the seventh ancestor, Marquis Helitier.

This was not a casual remark like a joke, and the name of a country she had never heard of before. It was as if the Pope was a traveler from another time and space who had already seen a future farther away than them.

"What exactly did you see, Lanclos?"

Harrithir discovered the horrifying truth and questioned the Pope.

"Is this reality... or is it the future I observed... But if I come from the past, how can I know the future tens of thousands of years later..."

Lan Qi began to recite the words silently.

Rashal didn't understand what the Pope meant at first.

Until he found out.

The contents of the Pope's mouth were completely synchronized with the words whispered by the seventh ancestor Harrithier, which made Harrithier tremble all over in a dull manner.

This is obviously not mind reading.

Because what Lanclos said was slightly earlier than Harrithir!

"Pope, have you used immortal punishment on yourself?"

The third ancestor Rashal finally fully understood the worst answer, and his blood-red pupils were filled with anger.

Demon clan.

It's the demons again!

Sure enough, it was the unknown demon secret treasure left behind by that **** Kaliela that allowed Lanclos to divine the future!

"Don't worry, it's time to use it on you soon."

Lanci was convinced.

"Lancros...this is not fair, this is not fair!"

The third ancestor finally did not hide the ferocity in his eyes, and his voice was sharp and distorted, echoing in the empty Blood Palace Square.

Although there is still a sense of luck in my heart, I am unwilling to admit that I may fail.

But he knew that today he would have to fight to the death with Pope Saint Paulante, and the blood-red magic power was rising steadily.

"Lancros, you despicable bastard!"

The eighth ancestor, Marquis Somerset, barely managed to combine his upper and lower body. He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white, and his body was trembling slightly, showing both anger and fear.

"I guess you want to sneak up on me again."

Circles of lightning spread out under Lan Qi's feet, creating ripples on the stone slabs, until Yong Yao illuminated the entire Blood Moon City.

His eyes stared at his opponent through the sharp edge of electric light.

The thunder of the sky waterfall was like a gnawing whale, and the incandescent storm that swept everything covered the entire Blood Moon City.

Somerset, the eighth ancestor, became unable to move before he could make a surprise attack on the Pope.

"Use thunder magic that you are not good at. Don't look down on us too much!"

Among the three ancestors, only Rashal could barely move within this full-range composite spell of light and thunder, resisting the electric shock and paralysis.

Blood-red magic power surged around him, and his eyes became extremely dark, almost two bottomless black holes.

Countless dark red tentacles of spiritual power quickly extended from Rashal's body, covering the entire battlefield like a dense forest of thorns.

"Lanclos, as long as you are still Lanclos, you can't ignore the soul-breaking wounds I left!"

Rashal sneered and controlled the tentacles to attack Lan Qi.

"You know, I don't even bother to waste my magic power to block the power of your spell attack."

The moment the tentacles touched Lan Qi, it was like touching an invisible wall. It instantly fell apart and turned into little **** afterglows that dissipated in the air.

According to Thalia and his previous review, this magic does no real damage, and mainly imposes negative status.

Elancross's spell resistance is completely matchable.

This time I picked it up, and sure enough I felt nothing.

Sure enough, both of them like to review, which is a good habit. From the very beginning when they collaborated on card making, they never stopped talking about review.

Rashal couldn't believe that the spiritual magic he was so proud of had no effect.

He was 10,000% certain that this guy was Lanclos, and the psychic wounds he had given to him still remained on his body. Once detonated, he would be in excruciating pain.

Why can it be ignored?

Isn't there any scar in his heart?

"Are you really Lanclos?!"

Rashal finally realized a terrifying conclusion that overturned all his previous deductions.

"Rashar, you are easier to fight than Thalia."

Lan Qi looked calm, as if nothing had happened.

He raised his right hand, and a bolt of lightning as bright as day burst out from his palm, carrying the force of a thunderbolt and striking straight at Rashaer.

Rashal quickly summoned a blood-colored magic barrier in an attempt to resist the fatal blow, but wherever the lightning passed, the barrier shattered like paper. The lightning hit Rashal **** the chest, and his entire slender figure flew away. , smashing a huge hole in the wall of the Blood Palace.

"Thalia...who is it!!"

Rashal struggled to get up from the ruins, blood spilling from the corners of his mouth.

He never expected that Pope Saint Paulante would not only be so terrifying in strength, but also his state of mind would seem like a different person.

The pope's inexplicable words were almost a disguised admission of the fact that he was not Lanclos!

What Rashal couldn't accept even more was that the guy named "Talia" seemed weak from the Pope's tone, but the Pope actually said that he was not even as good as Thalia!

"The only creature that can affect me with spiritual magic."

The white-robed pope replied.

At this point, Thalia, who was making a fuss in his heart, stopped.

"I don't approve! I don't approve! You can't humiliate me in such a way!"

Rashal roared and once again summoned the **** tentacles that filled the sky, swarming up like the arms of a devil. They twisted and circled, intending to wrap around Lan Qi's limbs. At the same time, countless dark red mental attacks also followed. .

But Lan Qi refused to hide.

He walked straight towards Rashaer.

Once you take this step, you will be unstoppable.

The moment the tentacles touched the white-robed pope, they hissed and exploded like fire.

"Don't come here again!"

Rashal's eyes were red, and he couldn't believe that none of his spells worked.

The white-robed pope closed in on Rachael, causing him to have brain-trembling hallucinations with every step he took.

Rashal's magic was as fragile as a paper castle in front of him, falling apart in the blink of an eye.

Until the man in white robe stretched out his hand and pressed his fingertips on Rashaer's forehead.

A blazing white light surged in the palm of his hand, like the scorching sun.

"Ahh...!"

Rashal let out a shrill scream, feeling like his head was being pierced by countless needles, and his soul was burning.

Somerset, the eighth ancestor, took advantage of this opportunity and rushed forward dragging his broken body.

The muscles all over his body bulged out, as hard as cast steel.

Now he is the only one in the Blood Palace who may cause harm to the Pope!

"You are even less than one ten thousandth of Thalia."

Lan Qi raised his hand and made a weak point, and the sharp air blade came out of the air, whizzing away in all directions of the square.

Wherever it passed, the ground shattered, and crisscrossing cracks spread like spider webs.

Even though Duke Rashal helped the Marquis of Somerset to form thousands of barriers, the sharpness of those air blades was too terrifying. Once again, he cut off the entire body of the Marquis of Somerset, only passing through Duke Rashar's body behind him. On his side, the sleeve of the dress was cut open, dripping with blood.

The frightened Marquis Helitier knew that he could not let Marquis Somerset fall, so he tried his best to help Marquis Somerset reorganize his body, as if he wanted to turn back time and restore it.

The next moment, invisible magic suddenly froze the space.

She realized she had made a bad move.

Harrithir suddenly felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and his limbs and bones were shrouded in unprecedented horror.

The Marquis of Somerset was seen losing his mind like an undead puppet.

He didn't know when he quietly flashed behind her and Rashal, and clamped his hands firmly on her and Rashal's slender necks.

The Marquis of Somerset pinched the Marquis Herrithier and the Duke of Rashal and lifted up the two little chickens.

"Pope...you evil guy..."

Harrithier struggled to squeeze out a few words through her teeth, and scratched Somerset's wrist in vain with both hands, but could not shake it at all.

This time, the Pope predicted that she would go all out to treat the weak Marquis of Somerset. Not only did he not stop her, but he took advantage of this opportunity to control the Marquis of Somerset.

The Pope could always react one step ahead, clearly guessing at what point Haritier would use spells, and use spells beyond Haritier's predictions.

This suffocating sense of oppression caused her to frantically burn mana to search for the key point on the timeline that could reverse the situation of the war, but every line led to the same ending - the end.

She fell to her knees in despair, the stars shattered before her eyes, and she could no longer guide any path.

"I have been fighting against the old woman who reads my mind 24 hours a day. It's strange that your divination skills can be useful to me."

Lan Qi took advantage of the victory to pursue, and a dazzling white light gathered in his palms, moving towards the direction of the ancestors.

"Damn it, do you have to repeat this sentence?"

Thalia finally couldn't bear it anymore and cursed.

"Why, so strong..."

Harrithir murmured tremblingly.

This is no longer a level that can be described by the ninth level limit.

Be sure to express her feelings.

That is when she met "God".

The omniscient and omnipotent—God.

"This is an evil ghost created by your own hands in this blood-moon era."

Lan Qi stretched out his hand, and dark and clear rock pillars rose from the ground, surrounding them into three indestructible tombs.

"Of course, this may not be his strength alone. He was just lucky enough to survive to the end every time... and inherited everything left by his companions..."

The three ancestors struggled to escape, but their bodies were tightly imprisoned by invisible forces and could not move.

The rock pillar slowly sank into the ground, sinking into the endless abyss with the seventh ancestor, Marquis Harrithier, and the eighth ancestor, Marquis Somerset.

Only the strongest third ancestor, Duke Rashal, is still resisting.

"Lancros, do you really think you have won! Do you think we are not prepared for anything?!"

Rashal yelled, his voice sounding like he was coughing up blood,

"Do you think everything will be over after you seal us?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he burst into a blood-curdling laugh.

Laughter echoed over the ruins of the Blood Palace, seeming to tear apart the entire space of Blood Moon City.

The white-robed pope was silent.

"Honing Empire..."

"The Horning Empire is in doom. All the citizens in the south have been infected by the blood poison of the second ancestor. It is you who are suppressing their demonization. Once you are sealed, all the people of Horning will become demons. The saints in the north will The Papal Domain of Paulante will also suffer!”

Lan Qi replied quickly.

He helped Rashael tell the answer.

Rashal's laughter stopped suddenly, ignoring the blood he was coughing up.

The harsh laughter stopped in the Blood Palace Square.

"No...impossible..."

Many pictures and scenes flashed through Rashal's trembling pupils.

"You are the prey, and I am the hunter. It's impossible, it's impossible to reverse it like this..."

Rashal seemed to understand, slowly and completely.

Why did Lanclos make such a fuss in the Theocracy of Saint Paulant?

Why was it the Saint Sigre who was second only to him who stabbed him in the back?

Why did he pretend to be crazy as much as possible and massacre the provinces of the Horning Empire indiscriminately before coming here?

There is only one answer to everything: Rashael was played by Lanclos in the applause.

"Right Rachael."

Lan Qi seemed to have thought of something, looked at the third ancestor and said.

"Why does your true king no longer want you?"

Lan Qi looked at the third ancestor Rashal who was about to be covered by the rock pillar with concern and asked.

Last time, he heard Rashar say at the end that if the first ancestor of the blood clan, the True King, had not abandoned them, they would not have been defeated.

Rashal's red eyes gradually became hollow, and then he went completely crazy.

"No!! Lanclos, I'm going to kill you!!"

Rashal shouted at the top of his lungs.

Duke Rashal was dragged into the staggered stone pillars. He became more and more angry and tried his best to resist. His eyes were bloodshot, veins popped out, and blood foam spilled from the corners of his mouth.

"No, I just care about you. Why are you so anxious?"

Lan Qi put her hands on her hips and sighed in confusion. Like a prison door, the chiseled stone pillars made a dull sound driven by Lan Qi's magic power. As the gap slowly closed, the figure of the opponent reflected in the emerald green and scarlet pupils was gradually obscured by darkness.

Rashael's voice gradually disappeared.

At the same time, Blood Moon City trembled violently, forcing Lan Qidu to steady his body and look up at the sky.

Above Blood Moon City, the land where the Huoning Empire has not yet been destroyed is filled with turbid air and demons are dancing wildly.

It was obviously a bright sunset before, but at this moment, the miasma that blocked the sky enveloped the entire Huoning Empire.

The doomsday turmoil left by the Vampires has arrived as expected.

Lan Qi looked up, his vision penetrated far away, and he saw that the sky was shrouded in gray black and blood red, and a dead gray sun hung feebly in the sky, without any warmth or light.

"Lan Qi, let's go."

Thalia said in his mind,

"It may be a long wait, but I'll be with you."

She knew it was still going to be a hard fight.

But since Lan Qi chose to experience it personally, this is his training and trial.

As Lan Qi's always serious and responsible teacher, she will supervise the fight to the end.

"Starting the final trip north."

The figure of the white-robed Pope disappeared in the Blood Palace.

When he reappeared, he was already on the ground in St. Trik, the ruined capital of the Horning Empire.

Lan Qi flew into the distance.

He had cleaned up the South as much as he could.

But the central part of the Horning Empire, starting from the north, is still transformed into a living **** at this moment. Further north, the St. Paulante Empire is the last pure land that has not yet fallen into the abyss of demonization.

The demon army is rushing there, their numbers are overwhelming and they are unstoppable.

He wants to complete Lancross's final battle.

A few days later.

The northern border of Horning, the province of Hells-Rhein.

Blood stained the Oberon Canal.

Thousands of lives perished under the ravages of the demon.

The hellish battle lines lie in the distance.

A lonely figure is still bathing in the blood of countless demons in the depths of the Horning Empire, blocking most of the demon attacks for the St. Paulante Empire.

At this moment, he has long lost his former charm.

The once holy white robe was stained black and red by blood and mud, the arms holding the scepter were covered with scars, and the silver-white mask had all cracked, revealing a face that could no longer maintain its disguise.

Blood oozed from the corners of his mouth and dripped down his chin, mixing with the stains on his body.

The sky above our heads was still gray and dead, and the land was even more devastated.

The Pope thus resolutely blocked the mouth of the abyss.

No one knows how long he struggled in this **** and how many demons he killed.

His destiny had already passed its end and he became an undead.

The rules on the undead side were eroding his will bit by bit, but the remaining reason told him that he would continue to block the demon army.

The body of the living dead is collapsing and festering bit by bit. The flesh and blood under the broken skin are blurred, and the internal organs are almost broken. Every breath is accompanied by heartbreaking pain. What is even more terrifying is the soul-eating curse.

But every additional spell used can save thousands of innocent creatures.

"A super-sized demon was found! Stop the rear troops!"

The whole army lined up and shouted, cutting through the dead air.

Following the sound, Lan Qi saw a group of figures riding silver-armored horses.

The shining silver armor, the sharp spear, and the fluttering flag.

They were the Knights of the Temple of Saint Paulante who came from the north. They were the elite who swore to follow Pope Saint Paulante in his conquests.

And the leader of the legion—

She pressed the hilt of the sword, her purple eyes showing wavering, and her long light-colored hair fluttering in the wind like a dazzling flag.

Seeing this figure, Lan Qi felt a sense of relief in his heart.

With Sigre here, it won't be a problem to block the next few waves of demon attacks.

But the next second, when the temple knights saw the demon clearly, they also understood who this super-sized demon was.

"The whole army forms an array!"

"Why did Pope Lanclos become a demon?"

The faces of the temple knights were full of disbelief and horror.

They gasped in the **** cold air.

The accessories on the demon's body all indicate that he is Pope Saint Paulante.

The pair of eyes that were once as gentle as jade are now glowing with a penetrating green light. The deep-set eye sockets are like two dark abyss, trying to **** in the soul of a person.

This is not the Pope they once respected, he is clearly the most terrifying monster!

Even if they understand that the Pope's fall is a tragedy, they will still feel heart-breaking pain when they see the Pope become like this.

"Quickly...back away...!"

The general of the Knights shouted tremblingly, his voice almost breaking.

The silver-armored knights retreated in an orderly manner, their silver spears and spears pointing at the white-robed Pope.

Becoming a demon will make your original strength skyrocket. If the Pope becomes a demon, he will be invincible!

Now it depends on whether His Majesty Sigre can defeat him again.

"Sigre..."

Looking at all this, the pope's eyes were filled with a smile of relief, and the last remaining strength in his body collapsed and dissipated.

Against his dim vision, he read out her name.

The vision wavered as it opened and closed.

He saw Sigre crying, calling his name heartbreakingly, and running towards him.

But I haven't had time to touch him yet.

The Pope's body came to an end in the long battle.

At the moment when the skin cracked and fell off, the flesh and blood were blurred and rotted, and the internal organs were all broken, even the noble head turned into a black mist under the erosion of the curse.

Sigre fell into nothing, with only the accessories scattered on the floor.

"No, no...!"

She knelt on the ground with a blank mind, her tears rolling down like broken pearls. No matter how her helpless hands tried to gather the Pope's broken body, everything escaped from her hands like quicksand.

Sigre seemed to be confessing and begging, and kept saying something.

But Ranchi couldn't hear it anymore.

Lan Qi watched helplessly as his body disintegrated and turned into dust.

He could only let his vision be slowly shrouded in black mist, and Sigre disappeared from sight.

The curse of immortal punishment made his soul completely immortal and took away his five senses...

When his consciousness regrouped, Lan Qi came to that strange space.

To be precise, this can no longer be called "space".

There was no light, no sound, no trace of any physical presence.

He still stays in this world, but cannot touch or see any real objects, and cannot exchange senses with any entities.

He will wander forever in a realm beyond the reach of death.

Looking around, there is only endless darkness, which seems to swallow up the human soul.

Lan Qi stood in the black mist. This time he was not moved at all, but he seemed to be still thinking about something.

Thalia knew what Lanchi was thinking.

"This ending is too cruel for Sigre."

Talia couldn't forget Sigre's last appearance for a long time, and her heart ached.

She believed Lan Qi felt the same way.

Although this is relatively speaking, it is the best ending that can be achieved in the bad blood moon era.

But in the next life of Sigre, she will begin to bear the pain of Lanclos's life.

"At some point, living may be a punishment, and death is a relief."

Lan Qi shook his head.

He actually really wanted to hear the final dialogue between Sigre and Lanclos.

But the Mirror of Tiberius had run out of times, and he had no chance to hear what Sigre said.

Unless after this time in the Shadow World, you can still get photo treasures like Kaliela's Shadow Weaving Record.

"Okay, this is established history thousands of years ago. Even if Lanclos feels guilty about Sigre, you can't help him pay it back, can you?"

Thalia enlightened Lanchi and talked to him.

The difference from Lancross's situation is that Lanchi still has her in the dark space.

Even at this moment, she can share feelings with Lan Qi and help Lan Qi relieve his loneliness.

"That's true."

Lanci agreed.

"But if you think about it carefully, Lanclos met two destined girls one after another during his lifetime, but neither of them died well, which has become an eternal regret."

Thalia also sighed sadly.

For Lanclos, Sigre was almost the light of Lanclos in the second half of his life. She gave him the motivation to live when he was most confused. She never understood his heart. In the past twelve years, she was both Lanclos and Lanclos. The person Cross trusted the most was also the person who trusted Lanclos the most. He was almost another Lanclos. In the end, Lanclos could only trust her with his life.

She couldn't help but wonder, if there was a fate in the afterlife and they met after thousands of years, who would Lanclos choose...

"But this is the life of Lanclos. Only he can judge whether he has regrets or peace of mind. Being able to end the Blood Moon Bad World and fulfill his long-cherished wish can be regarded as a kind of rest in a sense."

Lan Qi shook his head.

"Why is human life so short?"

Thalia witnessed Lanclos's ending, and her regret was nowhere to be expressed.

Now she also doesn't want to accept the fact that her little apprentice is human.

If he agrees, she would like to transform him into her own familiar and share life with her.

"I always feel that the story of Lanclos is not over yet. If the dream I had in Huadu Parrieu is related to the bad blood moon, Lanclos will meet a very special person after he becomes an undead. Important women…”

Lan Qi murmured thoughtfully.

But the memory of the dream was too fragmented, and he could hardly remember what it was.

If Lanclos in real history activated the Mirror of Tiberius three times, and after using it, reproduced the process and ending of the third simulation in the real world, ending the Blood Moon Bad Times, then Lanclos will turn into the black mist undead, wandering in the world, or he may stay in a place that he intuitively thinks is familiar until someone comes to save him.

"I seem to have an impression."

Talia remembered that after Lan Qi bought two pieces of reincarnation gems with her in Huadu Parrieu, Lan Qi fell asleep next to her on a bench by the Selina River.

Lan Qi had a long dream.

In the dream, the two of them turned against Tiangang, and Lan Qi became a black fog soul familiar, silently accompanying her sitting on the throne.

Later, when the two of them were recording cards with Calliera's Shadow Weaver in the capital of Paris, they had a similar dream.

I dreamed that Lan Qi turned into a black mist undead and stayed in the principal's office of Purgatory Corridor College.

He met a little gray cat who could see him.

"But it's just an impression."

Thalia added.

The two could not come up with any results from their discussion.

Lanci and Thalia experience the world they saw after Lancros used immortal punishment on themselves.

Sometimes they were chatting and sometimes they were quiet.

I don't know how much time passed.

The simulation of the Mirror of Tiberius sped up a lot, and time passed quickly, but no matter how fast time passed, it would always be forever.

They can only wait for Tamisha to unplug the energy source outside the mirror and rescue them.

"I don't know how long we have to wait this time."

Thalia didn't panic this time even after a long time.

"By the way, if you want to return to the Shadow World, how will you bring the Blood Moon Bad World to a final end?"

As long as you know there is an end, it's not that scary.

"I've beaten him three times. Even with my eyes closed, I know how to beat the vampires of this era. Anyway, the ninth ancestor, Marquis Bernhard, will definitely fall first."

Lan Qi recounted confidently.

This time he told Tamisha to unplug the energy source in the central energy room within two hours. It was estimated that the time was almost up. This time he and Talia had been waiting for a long time.

"Wait a minute, you're not going to the Demon King's City, Naikalis, to shake people, are you?"

Thalia suddenly realized that if Lan Qi could not use the ninth level power, he would not be able to use immortal punishment.

Then the only replacement option left is to seek help from the big demons. Of course, this is also in line with the play style of Lan Qi, a big summoner.

Anyway, once the sun comes up, he doesn't care about the rest.

"Then I must ask Melogas to help me. I don't know if going to her a day later will make her think I'm being presumptuous."

Lanci confirmed Talia's idea.

He firmly believes that heroes have a heroic fighting style.

Even if he does not have the power of the ninth level, he will make the vampires feel what it means to "come out to hang out, you must have power and background."

"No, no, no! Blaspheming Lord Melogas... Her eyes are really disgusting. I don't want to see that guy!"

Thalia felt goosebumps all over her body just at the thought of seeing the scorpion-tailed female demon again.

Just when they were passing the time chatting as usual.

A little movement broke the silence.

Not the voice of the mind.

But the long-lost substantive voice suddenly penetrated the darkness and awakened his consciousness.

The sound was so energetic and soft, like a kitten jumping on the carpet.

"Is Tamisha here?"

Thalia seemed to have a vision of a small gray cat jumping in from the empty black fog in the distance.

Blink again and it disappears.

"Probably."

Lan Qi stared around and replied.

But before I could see clearly where the little gray cat's shadow had gone, the dark space flickered.

"Did you see the little gray cat too?"

Thalia asked in surprise.

It turned out to be not her illusion!

So according to the results of the third simulation...

Long after Lanclos becomes undead, will he see a mysterious little gray cat?

"Yes."

Lanci affirmed.

"Obviously the effect of immortal punishment is the same this time and the second time. Why is it different this time when we didn't see the little gray cat the second time?"

Thalia didn't have time to analyze where the little gray cat came from, she just felt puzzled.

“The ending of the second simulation may be the annihilation of civilization, and most of the creatures in the world may not survive, while the ending of the third simulation may be that the world is reborn, and most of the creatures in the north survive. So there is a person of destiny who can save Lancross..."

Lan Qi talked about his speculation.

Before they could finish their discussion.

The world becomes illusory and flickering.

This void seems unsustainable.

A ray of silver light penetrated the layers of darkness.

In an instant, the endless darkness was shattered by this dazzling light.

The shackles and curses on Lan Qi were also dissolved one by one.

He regained control of his body and was able to move.

Lan Qi walked out of the Mirror of Tiberius and returned to the deepest underground part of the Corridor Academy of Purgatory in this world of consciousness that he had been away from for a long time.

This was a small transparent room that seemed to be wrapped in the eternal night sky. Only the sparse starlight was around, bringing enough light to his sight to clearly see the scene in front of him.

I saw that the space inside this central room was completely different from the school.

The psychedelic walls swallowed up most of the light and echo, and only the hot pulse could be heard.

Feeling the beating of his heart, he was convinced that he was alive again.

Xuanqing's trial requires him to constantly travel back and forth between life and death. Only by crossing the life and death can he get the future from him.

"Welcome back."

Tamisha said to him while holding the energy line with one hand.

It seemed to her that only a moment had passed.

But the phantom has this expression again.

"It's you..."

Maybe it was because the light in the central energy room was a bit dazzling, or maybe because he just stood up, his vision was a little dark, and Lan Qi fell into a trance.

He stood in front of the Mirror of Tiberius in a daze, looking at Tamisha's figure that looked like a gray cat.

Tamisha's childish face gradually began to overlap with the vague appearance of the gray-haired demon girl in Lan Qi's dream.

"Tamisha...I'm back."

Lan Qi gradually laughed and smiled happily.

It was a smile of relief.

It's like I can finally leave this era with peace of mind and say goodbye with a smile.

"Why are you looking at me and smiling."

Tamisha asked the Phantom.

She always spoke in a toneless tone, and her questions sounded like statements.

Tamisha found that every time the Phantom walked out of the Mirror of Tiberius, his mental state would become tired and fluctuating, which made her very worried.

She raised her hands to indicate to the Phantom that she could hug him.

"Tamisha, maybe I'll have to rely on you to save me again in the future a long time from now."

Lan Qi walked up to Tamisha, took the initiative to hug the petite figure, and asked, please.

"What's the meaning."

Tamisha moved her head and asked Ranchi.

This phantom was obviously strong enough to protect her from Melogas, so why did he seek his own protection?

"You'll understand later."

Probably a hundred years later, Tamisha grew up to be a demon girl and was old enough to attend Purgatory Corridor Academy.

At that time, she no longer recognized who this black mist undead was, and the broken black mist undead also lost its memory.

However, the half-life souls left by Kaliela to each of them will eventually connect their destinies.

This is the content of the dream that only Lan Qi, ten thousand years later, knows in this world.

At this point in history, Lanclos still doesn't know who might be able to save him in the future.

But Lan Qi already understood.

Everything is understood.

"Could there be a third Destined Girl in Lancross...?"

Thalia muttered to herself in a daze.

She also somewhat understood what the story would be like after the end of the Blood Moon Bad Era.

But that's all for later.

"How long will it take?"

Tamisha asked confusedly.

She has no idea about time or numbers.

"Maybe a hundred years."

Lan Qi let go of her and replied to her with a smile.

"That's no problem, I will protect you."

Tamisha breathed a sigh of relief and counted the largest number she knew.

"My promise is valid for a hundred thousand years, as the goddess of fate bears witness."

She stretched out her little finger, hooked the Phantom's little finger, and made a promise.

(End of chapter)

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