“Either you start a war and watch the civilians of the Horning Empire get caught up in the flames of war, or you continue to be Pope Saint Polante and die in a peaceful and prosperous era. These are obviously both good choices…”

He analyzed for the Pope like a military advisor.

Unfortunately, humans always have a certain emotion. The more heroic a person is, the more likely he is to become impulsive when he is old. Even Pope Saint Paul made this mistake in his later years.

“So what do you think I should do?”

Lanqi asked with interest.

He didn’t mind observing the interior of Blood Moon City a little longer.

“Hum hum.”

The ninth ancestor, Marquis Bernhard, shook his head and chuckled.

“As for my suggestion, just wait!”

Suddenly, a red halo lit up around the Ninth Ancestor, and magic power boiled and surged in his body, becoming violent and out of control in the blink of an eye.

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

These eyeballs came from special enemies that Bernhard had devoured. The talents of those poor and extremely talented creatures were taken away by him, and now they have become terrifying weapons for Marquis Bernhard.

As the magic power raged, the gentleman’s originally handsome appearance gradually became distorted, and the original facial features were covered by those densely packed eyeballs.

The ninth ancestor, Marquis Bernhard, no longer had any trace of humanity left. He showed his sharp teeth, laughed, and ran towards the Pope.

Those eyeballs glowed with a hungry red light, as if to devour everything in front of them.

The buried Pope, who is already so weak, can die peacefully here with them!

“What’s the rush?”

The third ancestor, Duke Lachar, also laughed.

He knew that Bernhard wanted to devour Pope Saint Polante very much.

however.

The silver-masked Pope simply raised his arm and struck at the Ninth Ancestor who had pounced in front of him.

Air pressure and explosions spread everywhere.

The pupils of the three ancestors in the distance all shrank violently.

Their blood-red pupils reflected the mottled colors of the stars and rain.

The ninth ancestor Bernhard was slapped by the Pope and turned into a bloody mist!

“How is it possible… to be so strong…?”

The ninth ancestor, Marquis Bernhard, had his head cracked open, emitting a hoarse, trembling voice.

Before he could recover and condense, the criss-crossing rocks merged together and sealed him completely.

The mosaic stone pillar was pressed to the ground by Lanqi with one hand.

The remaining three ancestors were all stunned.

According to their intelligence and divination results.

All of this shows that the Pope should have been weakened to the point where they could defeat him.

But at this moment.

This scary man in white robe.

There is no difference between slapping the Ninth Ancestor to death and killing a mosquito.

Defeat him…?

What a joke!

Can a vampire fight this monster? !

It’s good enough to make him enjoy himself a little bit!!

Chapter 789: Lancros’s Fate

The eighth ancestor, the Marquis of Somerset, subconsciously took a half step back and tensed his muscles.

But he was stared at by the gloomy eyes of the third ancestor, Duke Lachar.

“…”

The third ancestor, Lachar, once again turned his attention to the Pope.

They were all convinced that Pope Saint Polante must have fallen from the ninth level and was on the verge of the end of his short human life.

A mere eighth-rank old pope coming to Blood Moon City alone is undoubtedly courting death.

Lanclos should have fought with their ancestors in despair, and then had his glass body shattered, leaving only half of his body, cut into an ugly human pig, and been held in the hands of others to be humiliated. He should have seen the fact that the sacrifice of a group of insects was meaningless, and ended his incompetent life in despair.

He shouldn’t and couldn’t possibly be maintaining his peak form far beyond that of four years ago!

This is completely different from the result of Heritel’s divination.

“Your Holiness, do you have any misunderstanding with us?”

The third ancestor, Duke Lachar, turned his gaze to the Pope in the distance, and the boy’s voice became much more solemn as he asked him.

“You want to reconcile?”

Lan Qi asked in surprise.

“of course.”

The third ancestor, Lachar, nodded sincerely.

Helitiel’s divination cannot be wrong. It is a miracle that the Pope can live until now. His fate is an unchangeable fact. In a few days at most, the Pope will be buried.

Three years ago, when they created the illusion of peace and reached a surrender compromise, the Pope was not so strong and could not even break into Blood Moon City.

In recent years, they have been making preparations to prevent the Pope from causing trouble for them and taking revenge on them.

There’s no point in going head-on with this guy right now.

“You must be joking.”

Lanqi was made to laugh by the third ancestor.

It’s a bit insulting to one’s intelligence.

I also want to make him stop fighting once more, and wait until he dies before revealing my true colors.

“I still like your unruly look.”

The White Robe Pope commented on the third ancestor, Duke Lachar.

“Pope, don’t be so aggressive. We have been following the Oberon Convention. Are you the one who wants to break the peace that we have worked so hard to establish and become a sinner for all eternity, making all the sacrifices of your friends in vain?”

The eighth ancestor, the Marquis of Somerset, pointed at Lanqi and shouted angrily.

“I finally understand why Toliado specifically wanted to kill you.”

Not only was Lanqi not angry, he also sighed with relief.

He was on the second floor of the Brillda Opera House at the time, and hadn’t yet paid attention to why the Dimension Bishop Toliado chose Somerset, the tough vampire warrior, as his opponent.

Now it seems that Somerset does meet Toliado’s standards for entertainment.

If Somerset had offended and angered the great demon general Toliado after being unsealed for tens of thousands of years, Toliado would naturally teach Somerset what it means to be punished by evil.

“Who is Toliado?”

Somerset frowned in confusion.

He found the Pope somewhat baffling.

“You will know in tens of thousands of years.”

Lanci replied with a chuckle beneath his mask.

“Tens of thousands of years later…”

This unintentional remark, which did not sound like a joke, caused a trace of confusion to flash across the eyes of the seventh ancestor, Marquis Helitier.

“Pope, which timeline are you in now?”

Heritel seemed to have discovered an extremely horrifying fact and questioned the Pope.

“you guess.”

Lanqi knew that as a vampire astrologer, Helitier had a natural sensitivity to the timeline, just like the demon observer Pranai.

“Is this reality… or the future you observed… But if you come from the past, how can you know the future tens of thousands of years later…”

The more the seventh ancestor Helithiel thought about it, the more frightened he became, and the angrier he became.

“Just think of it as me lying to you.”

Lanqi spread his hands casually.

“Lanqi, you’ve messed up her mind, haha.”

Talia laughed as she watched the fight.

She discovered that the greatest fear for an astrologer is disrupting the astrologer’s sense of time.

Of course, it was impossible for Helitiel to understand that this place was actually the future of the past for the enemy.

“Pope, you used eternal punishment on yourself?”

Helitiel still couldn’t understand, but one thing was certain, the blood-red pupils were filled with anger.

The Pope could come and kill so decisively, looking as if he knew everything, and could use eternal punishment of immortality on himself so cruelly, maintaining his status, regardless of the cost and consequences. He must have seen something!

“correct.”

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

“So don’t expect me to get weak, or for you to escape.”

He spoke frankly and told them the answer.