Do not confiscate my citizenship

Chapter 838 How similar am I to Pope Saint Polante?
The central square of Blood Moon City.

"Are you guys the abandoned failures?"

Lanqi asked sincerely.

It seemed that Lachar didn't hear clearly just now, so he was asked to ask again, so he asked.

"Landry, you're looking for death!!!"

Rachel shouted at the top of his lungs.

His raised palm controlled the blood mist, and countless crimson tentacles stretched out from the mist, sweeping towards Lanqi like poisonous snakes, wanting to send this ignorant human being into a bright red abyss from which there was no escape!
"Why are you angry?"

The figure in the dark grey coat did not dodge or evade in the blood snakes and the sea of ​​fire, nor did he show the panic of impending death that Lachar had expected. He just stroked his right cheek and sighed.

Apart from the magic power that emanated from his body lightly, when all attacks around him were blocked, the surrounding atmosphere seemed to stagnate at this moment. The deep light turned into thousands of dark stars dancing in the Blood Moon City, like a living magical body that could directly hit the eyes and attack the mind.

If a weak creature with insufficient mental strength faces this halo that strikes the soul for the first time, it may experience a long journey beyond the body and time in an instant.

In the end, he was completely stunned, fell to his knees and even burst into tears.

The swirling characters do not belong to any known era. Only those who have seen the remains of the Age of Gods will know their meaning.

This is the aura that is emitted when the sealing stone tablet is blessed.

"Seal...Slate?"

When Lachar saw the brilliance of the original stone slab, he paused for a moment.

According to the information from Bishop Farmer of Decay, the new holder of the Sealing Slate is the new cardinal who replaced Bishop Asksan of Destruction in the Northern Continent.

If Landry is the Mad Love Bishop, then it makes sense that he would be mixed up with Tyrannical Catholics and Dimensional Bishops.

"Yes, this time, I gained new power."

Lanqi said to himself thoughtfully.

"..."

Talia listened in Lanqi's heart, wanting to say something but stopping herself.

What Lanqi said now might sound like a meaningless riddle to Rachel, but she felt that Lanqi had started to get it together.

This morning she merged with Lanqi again and turned back into the Crazy Love Demon King, regaining all the characteristics of the Great Love Poet. She hid in Lanqi's soul space and possessed him.

The seventh-level Lanci has basically reached the eighth-level level after accepting her possession again. It will save more magic power than summoning her directly, and can reduce one target for Lachar to attack.

"Master, just say whatever you want to say. I'm a little uncomfortable with you being so quiet."

Lanqi felt Talia's mood and communicated with her thoughts just like when the Demon King of Love was in his body.

Their telepathic communication is very efficient, and they can send dozens of messages to each other in an instant.

"No way, Lanlan, you're still in the mood to chat with me at this time."

Talia just decided to just be a quiet tool to provide him with power.

So as not to distract Lanqi.

"I have never lost against him in a BO5."

Lanci responded to Thalia.

Ranchi never felt any pressure in beating Rashar.

The real pressure is when facing Talia. You can't escape or resist, and in the end you can only be conquered by her pressure and fall to the ground.

"...I'm a little doubtful now. Are you feeling very comfortable when I ride you? Are you asking for it on purpose? You really deserve it!"

Talia cursed in his mind.

She believed that Lanqi would have no pressure facing Lachar, because she couldn't tell how many tasks this guy had completed in one sentence.

Thousands of black mists poured out from the Blood King's Palace Square, circling in the air as if they had life. In the center of the vortex, dark red lightning crackled, illuminating Lachar's cold face.

Under this attack, Lanqi remained unmoved and was absolutely immune to the ninth-level spell of the third ancestor, Duke Lachar, until the power dissipated.

"No wonder, it turns out you are the strongest among all of them, and you actually hid it, Professor Landry..."

After a brief vent of his anger, Lachar gradually calmed down.

After one attack, he understood the opponent's approximate strength.

When he first landed, the opponent was disguised as a seventh-level being.

When the sealing technique with immunity properties was truly revealed, he no longer concealed his strength as a cardinal.

If he is really a top-level eighth-level sealer who can defeat Asksan, then he is definitely not an ant that can be easily wiped out.

Of course, it's just the difference between killing with no effort and killing with a little more effort.

"So Lachar, can you tell me why your true king doesn't want you?"

Lanqi looked at the third ancestor Lachar, ignoring what Lachar was saying, and was determined to figure out what he wanted to ask.

"..."

Talia was too used to the way Lanci talked during a fight, and it was like talking to a deaf person.

In an instant, the blood vessels near Lachar's temple began to twitch.

He calmed himself down.

Bishop Crazy Love might indeed be such a Sword Tomb Bishop who likes to attack people's hearts, but the more he faces such creatures, the more he needs to keep calm.

"Professor Landry, I don't know where you heard about the True King of the Blood Clan, but if you want to experience the pain of transcending death today, I will satisfy you. Before that, I still want to ask you, who are you?"

Lachar raised his hand, gathering his vast ninth-order magic power, ready to defeat Landry at any time, and asked.

If Landry came from the north, it is not impossible that he knew the True King.

But if Landry couldn't give him a satisfactory answer, then he would just send this sealer down to accompany Asksan.

"Don't I look like Landry?"

Lanqi asked as a matter of course.

"Forget it, I'll come and see for myself!"

Lachard felt that the cardinal was treating him like a fool and he had never seen a cardinal with such a character.

His magic power rose violently, and invisible counter-spell ripples spread across the Blood King's Palace Square, causing a strong wind.

Under the ninth-level dispel spell, any disguised magic cannot escape detection.

Anyway, the guy opposite must have used a camouflage spell to transform himself into Professor Landry.

"How could you do this..."

Lanqi raised his eyebrows in surprise, glanced at the hair fluttering in front of his forehead, and found that the camouflage spell was fading away unreasonably.

But it doesn't matter.

He had already prepared a new outfit, equipped with a very common equipment card [White Robe of Pope Saint Polante].

All of a sudden.

The Blood King's divine fire that spread out from the Blood King's Palace danced wildly, but it could not harm the White-robed Pope at all.

Before he came here, he had already drunk a mouthful of wolf blood with violent vitality. The wolf shadow of the Moon Goddess, like a shield, was beside him and dispelling the Blood King's divine fire, protecting him from the flames.

After Lachar's forced dispelling magic took effect, Lanqi was covered in white clothes and a silver mask, and Lachar still couldn't see his true face.

Only the green eyes beneath the holes in the mask were full of compassion, sympathy, and a hint of regret.

But at this moment, Lachar no longer wanted to see this man's true face.

"Ah...ah..."

Lachar's spell suddenly stopped, his lips and teeth trembled, and his face turned pale in an instant from irritable. The thick panic in his suddenly shrunken bloodshot eyes was like a black cloud, blocking his ancestor's reason and courage, and making his previous confidence and assurance disappear.

An indescribable fear filled Duke Lachar's every limb.

He didn't understand why that man appeared here, and why he was still alive after tens of thousands of years!
"You, Duke, really make me happy."

The white-robed Pope looked at Lachar with the same peaceful eyes, and said with a little relief.

"Stop playing tricks on me, Landry!"

Lachard shouted angrily with a trembling throat:
"Lancross is dead! He has been dead for tens of thousands of years! There is no way he is here!!"

This kind of fear and anger intertwined together was not only the deterrent instinct when facing the enemy, but also because the most unbearable memories once again flooded into his mind and were about to crush him!
"go to hell!!"

Lachar's eyes were like two black holes, bottomless and emitting endless madness.

Countless dark red mental tentacles rapidly extended from Lachar's body, covering the entire territory of the Blood King's Palace like a dense forest of thorns.

The chill running down his spine made Lacharr ignore everything and flee from here.

But if this guy is really the immortal Pope Saint Polante, where can he escape to?

The only way is to tear off the veil of this liar Landry!

"You know, I can't even bother dodging the power of your spell attack."

When the dark red tsunami touched Lanqi, it was like hitting an invisible wall. It instantly broke into pieces and turned into blood-red afterglow that dissipated in the air.

"...?"

Lachar couldn't believe that the ninth-level attack spell that he was so proud of had no effect.

It only reminded him of the last battle tens of thousands of years ago.

Pope Saint Polante, that almost immune monster.

"I thought about you every day when you were sealed."

Lanqi maintained the Eternal Punishment Decree of the Black Sun Tyrant and said to Lachar.

“Who the hell are you…?!”

Lachar looked at the absent-minded Pope.

A sense of doubt, a sense of disharmony, a sense of frustration as if things were going against one's will, and a feeling of being fooled as if he was boxing with the air, made Duke Lachar's head almost explode.

He could only believe that there was definitely another magician behind the mask.

"Do you want to see what I look like under the mask?" Lanqi replied with a chuckle under the mask.

This calm and unintentional remark caused a trace of confusion to flash across the eyes of the third ancestor, Duke Lachar.

"You're trying so hard to hide your true appearance, isn't it because you're not 'him'?!"

The third ancestor, Duke Lachar, questioned Lanqi angrily.

"You think I look a bit like Pope Saint Polante?"

Lanqi put his hand on his cheek and tilted his mask to the side, allowing them to see the black mark on his right cheek that was climbing like a centipede.

"It is a joy to meet you this time."

He spoke frankly and told Rachel the answer.

The cheek half covered by the silver mask, the playful eyelids on the top of the black centipede, and the emerald green pupils emitting a clear and cold light made Lachar feel frightened.

"No, you are not him..."

Lachar could only murmur in confusion.

That true appearance without any disguise magic was surprisingly similar to that of the young Pope Saint Polante.

If Pope Saint Polante was a broken jade that was shattered and then repeatedly tempered and reborn, then the young man in front of him was a piece of pure and flawless glass from the very beginning.

Now if you say that this guy has nothing to do with Pope Saint Polante, even he himself won’t believe it!
His body's instinct had already made him start to retreat.

The only thing we can rely on now is the protection mechanism of Blood Moon City.

As long as the branch palaces of other marquises are not destroyed, even if the real Pope Saint Polante is resurrected, he will not be able to do anything to him.

But he was afraid that Pope Saint Polante would go to other branch temples to capture the marquis one by one and kill them, and then come back to deal with him.

The strength of Pope Saint Polante is too epoch-making for this era. Even in Blood Moon City, he can still fight more than a dozen people. He can clear the branch hall by himself and then come to the Blood King's Palace.

So since this guy came to the Blood King Palace to find him, it means that he doesn’t have the strength of the peak Pope Saint Polante!

"I know better than you how hard it is to bear the will of the Black Sun."

Lanqi spoke calmly to Lachar and took slow steps towards Lachar.

It was like coming back to see him after ten thousand years.

"If you have the guts, come on and show me what you're capable of!"

Lachar roared and summoned a sky full of blood-red mirrors again. Blood-red poisonous snakes swarmed over like a kaleidoscope. They twisted and coiled, trying to entangle Lanqi's limbs. At the same time, the mental attacks of Lachar reflected in the mirrors also followed.

Lanqi didn't hide.

"If you can't make it, you don't deserve to be the third ancestor."

He walked straight towards Lachar with his hands behind his back.

Once this step is taken, it will be unstoppable.

The moment the blood-red poisonous snake touched him, it encountered a hissing black mist and was completely useless.

Lachar didn't know what the other party was going to do, he just felt that everything was over and he was sitting on pins and needles.

"Pope Saint Polante of the Grooves is still chasing me!"

Lachar couldn't believe that none of his magic was working.

The White-robed Pope approached Lachar, and every step he took gave him the illusion that his brain was trembling.

……

West side of Blood Moon City.

The two vampire counts who arrived at the black city rushed towards Abigail who was concentrating on her work like lightning.

Barton quickly pulled out the magic vibration knife, and the blade flashed coldly in the moonlight.

He blocked the Countess's attack, and the collision between metal and claws made a harsh sound and sparks flew.

At the same time, Patton threw a flying blade, nailing the leg of the earl who was attacking Abigail to the ground, but the blood earl was not afraid of the pain. He tore his leg apart and pounced on Abigail.

For a while, the battle situation was in a stalemate.

Just then, Abigail finally completed the construction of the mechanical space barrier.

A huge mechanical dimensional gate opened in the night sky, emitting a faint blue light.

Mechanical puppets marched, parts and weapons poured out from the dimensional gate continuously, and under Abigail's control, they were assembled into mechanical armies, which repelled the vampire Count in the fire.

The vampire count's face changed slightly when he saw this. Before he could dodge the attack of the barrier, Barton caught up with him and held the back of his head, smashing him into the ground.

At this moment, Hyperion had disappeared from the temporary camp.

Abigail's protection was correspondingly reduced.

Fortunately, she successfully built the barrier.

Next, I will be able to devote a little more attention to directing operations in other places and sharing intelligence.

"Meow, is it really okay to let Hyperion go by herself?"

A black cat head popped out from the shadows at Abigail's feet.

Seeing the barrier taking shape, it dared to show its head.

Otherwise, it would be best for it to stay in the shadows most of the time and provide Abigail with a life-saving shield at any time.

Boss Cat originally wanted to go with Hyperion, but according to Hyperion and Abigail's on-the-spot judgment, Boss Cat should stay in the west camp to ensure stable communications. Otherwise, once they lose contact with intelligence command, everyone will lose the map and the latest battle situation.

"Trust Hyperion."

Abigail stared solemnly at the images transmitted to her by hundreds of mechanical messengers, her eyes focused on the Diyuan Palace.

As a commander, she knew she couldn't die, and she could only trust her teammates for the rest.

The prerequisite for Hyperion to successfully hold back Ulysses is that her communication support cannot be interrupted.

"According to my immediate analysis just now, the seal at the bottom of the Earth Abyss Palace must not only meet the conditions to be initially broken, but also the high-density magic-forbidden crystal inside must be destroyed after breaking it."

Abigail used communications to notify everyone else about the assault team, most notably Hyperion.

She didn't mind the cat coming out to talk to her. Instead, she reached out and pulled it out and put it on her shoulder, asking it to help her look at the map.

Her mechanical messenger could not get close to the black crystal, otherwise it would be immediately swallowed by the blood snake left by Ulysses in the abyss. She could only identify some information from a distance.

"I know, Abigail!"

Hyperion's voice rang out through Abigail's mechanical headset.

Before coming to Blood Moon City, they had already studied all possible seals.

There are two types of sealing techniques, one is deadlock and the other is livelock. Deadlock is similar to Asksan's sealing technique, and it cannot be solved unless the caster is killed. Livelock is similar to the Chimeric Edict, and can be released actively or broken.

According to the judgment of the professional sealer Lanqi, the seal cast on Migaiya by the blood clan must not be the type that can only be broken by killing the caster. This would violate the strong correspondence principle between the casting and breaking of the seal.

Moreover, the vampires are not good at sealing techniques. They prefer to study how to unseal.

Then the type of sealing technique used to seal Duke Migaiya is similar to the technique used to seal Viscount Augustine that was seen at the Temple Evil Dinner.

At the end of the second night in the Shadow World Castle, Ranch, Hyperion, and Frey went to the underground wine cellar and found the sealed Viscount Augustine. To break the curse, Ranch asked Hyperion and Frey for some blood respectively.

The condition of the seal when Viscount Augustin was sealed in Lichtens Castle was that he was affected by the power of the witch and the werewolf during the day. The curse can be broken by reversing it and offering the blood of the witch and the werewolf at night.

Similarly, if one wants to unlock the blood seal of Duke Migaiya, the material to break the curse is the magical blood of the upper blood clan, or even the blood moon soul that creates followers.

"Meow meow!"

The cat boss was nervously looking at the image of Hyperion that Abigail had asked it to help watch. There was a mechanical messenger following Hyperion, and she was sneaking smoothly and at high speed towards the southernmost Diyuan Palace.

Lanci and his team extracted a lot of blood from the vampires that Ifatia had captured earlier, and even condensed it into an artificial blood moon soul, which they kept with Abigail, who just handed it to Hyperion.

This means that they have the necessary key to unlock the seal.

The real difficulty is how Hyperion can lure away the eighth-level blood snake and gain enough time to break the high-density magic-forbidden crystal that can imprison Duke Migaia.

But as long as the magic-forbidden crystal is attacked by Hyperion, the tenth Marquis Ulysses will most likely be restrained.

"Hey, I'm stable here."

Lanqi's voice suddenly came again, and both Abigail and Boss Cat heard it.

"Lanqi meow!"

The cat boss knew that the battle situation was not good, and hearing Lanqi's voice at this time undoubtedly gave it a shot of reassurance.

"I just heard your assessment of the seal of Duke Migaiya of the Earth Abyss Palace. I think what Master Laosang taught me was correct."

Lanqi's voice was accompanied by the faint mechanical sound of the communication.

"Grass meow."

Boss Cat thought about letting Lao Sang go now.

Lanqi is a guy with a big heart. He can fight with Lachar while contacting the camp.

"Abigail, I can now take part in the command. You just focus on upgrading the camp barrier and the mechanical troops and share the intelligence with me."

Lanci preaches to Abigail in real time.

"no problem."

Abigail immediately looked towards the screen where Ranchi from the Blood King's Palace was.

It was pretty much the same as she had expected at the beginning. As long as Lanqi had a preliminary confrontation with Lachar, he could focus on helping her with the command.

Since Ranchi couldn't beat Lachar, and Lachar couldn't beat Ranchi either, they could only fight each other in the Blood King's Palace.

Ranch really couldn't do anything to Lachar. Even if the Blood Moon City's protection mechanism for Lachar was broken, Ranch and Talia could not subdue Lachar at all. At the end of the last Shadow World, it took the combination of Antanas, Shinora, Pranai, and the Ice Witch, four great demons, and the special attack power of the sun to truly defeat Lachar, the third ancestor of the ninth level.

The only thing Abigail didn't expect was that Lanqi would come up with the most torturous beating.

Boss Cat accidentally caught a glimpse of what was happening over there at Lanqi's place, and his eyes twitched.

Now Ranchi and Lachar are at most on equal terms. Both of them cannot leave the Blood Palace, but Ranchi is enjoying himself while Lachar is in jail.

(End of this chapter)