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 the three ancestors feel frightened.

“You crazy person…”

They had never seen such an evil Pope Saint Polante.

It’s like being completely possessed by a demon.

“Demons, demons again. Sure enough, that bastard Kaliela left behind some secret treasure of the demons that allowed you to predict the future!”

The third ancestor, Duke Lachar, shouted angrily,

“Lancros… you are a dead but not stiff thing… do you really have to stand in our way?!”

The Third Ancestor finally stopped hiding the ferocity in his eyes. He understood that he would have a life-and-death battle with Pope Saint Polante today. The blood-red magic power kept rising.

The most terrifying thing about this magic, [Immortal and Eternal Punishment], is not when it is used on the enemy, but when it is used on oneself.

No one knows what negative effects this unbreakable curse will have on oneself.

Perhaps what awaits him will be a punishment in which his body decays but his soul remains immortal, a punishment that he will never be able to escape from for the rest of his life.

Even so, Pope Saint Polante came to take them away before he died.

“You won’t hunt me, you will only hunt those who are unarmed. I must block your way, and I will always block your way.”

Lanqi put his hands back behind his back, and circles of lightning spread out from under his feet, creating ripples on the stone slabs until Yongyao illuminated the entire Blood Moon City.

His eyes, like the coldest ice lake in winter, stared at his opponent through the sharp edge of lightning.

At this moment, the waterfall roared like thunder.

Like a gnat devouring a whale, the incandescent storm swept across the entire Blood Moon City!

“Ahhhh!!!”

In the pure lightning that washed away all the filth in the world, the three ancestors all let out mournful cries like evil spirits.

“Use the thunder magic you are not good at. Don’t look down on us!”

Among the three ancestors, only he could barely move within this full-range compound spell of light and thunder.

Duke Lachar launched the first attack.

Blood-red magic power surged around him, and his eyes instantly turned pitch black, almost like two bottomless black holes.

Countless dark red mental tentacles rapidly extended from his body, covering the entire battlefield like a dense forest of thorns.

“No matter how strong your will is, it will be nothing but dust in the wind before my spiritual magic!”

Lachar sneered and controlled the tentacles to attack Lanqi directly.

“Don’t forget, you still have the mental scars I left on you.”

This weak human being’s spiritual world has long been riddled with holes. Any seemingly forged firmness is only because the weak Lanclos can only grasp such a lonely future!

“is it?”

However, the moment the tentacles touched Lanci, it was as if they had hit an invisible wall. They instantly broke into pieces and turned into blood-red afterglow that dissipated into the air.

Lachar’s eyes widened, unable to believe that the mental magic he was so proud of had no effect.

He was 100% sure that this guy was Lanclos, and he still had the mental scars he had given him.

That was the scar caused by a ninth-level epic spell.

Why can he ignore it?

“Are you really Lanclos?! You have his powers and memories, but a flawless mind. Who are you?!”

Rachel shouted.

“I am here to listen to your cries.”

Lanqi looked calm, as if nothing had happened.

He raised his right hand, and a bolt of lightning as bright as daylight burst out from his palm, carrying the force of thunder and striking towards Lachar.

Lachar quickly summoned a blood-colored magic barrier, trying to block the fatal blow, but the barrier shattered like paper wherever the lightning passed. The lightning hit Lachar’s chest hard, blowing his slender figure away and creating a huge hole in the wall of the Blood King’s Palace.

“Are you really… human…?”

Lachar struggled to get up from the ruins, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

He never expected that not only was Pope Saint Polante so powerful, but his state of mind was also completely different.

It was like he sublimated all the great sufferings and hardships that he swallowed, learned how to digest them and make tea, awakened from everything he was obsessed with, removed the last blind spot in his soul, used pain to highlight joy, let danger reveal the lingering sweetness, and finally understood the world through great enlightenment!

“Don’t underestimate humans. These are the humans that your blood race gave birth to during the blood moon. Now it’s your turn to face the consequences.”

Lanqi stared at the three ancestors in front of him, the corners of his lips slightly raised, exuding a confidence that made the ancestors shudder.

“I don’t agree!! Humans can’t resist us!! It’s doomed!!”

Lachar roared and summoned out a sky full of blood-red tentacles again. They swarmed over like the arms of a devil. They twisted and coiled, trying to entangle Lanqi’s limbs. At the same time, countless dark red mental attacks followed.

But Lanqi just waved his hand lightly, and the storm spread in front of him, blocking all the attacks.

The moment the tentacles touched the wind blades, they hissed as if they had encountered a raging fire and exploded into pieces.

Lachar’s mental attack was also completely defeated and was all cut off by the wind blades, which caused Lachar himself to suffer serious injuries, with blood constantly flowing out of his mouth.

The eighth ancestor Somerset took advantage of this gap and rushed forward with a roar.

His muscles bulged and became as hard as cast steel.

“Pope, do you dare to take my fist head-on?”

Each of his punches contained the power to destroy the heavens and the earth; the wind from his punches was so fierce that the air around him was shattered.

Even though the Pope was at the ninth level and could cause multiple damage to their vampires, his body was not strong enough to withstand his punches, and he returned unscathed!

Facing this ferocious beast, Lanqi seemed to be at ease.

He dodged Somerset’s attacks deftly, his movements as light and graceful as if he were dancing.

Somerset’s fists always missed and hit the ground, stirring up dust all over the sky, but Lanqi felt no pain at all, and not even a speck of dust got on the corners of his clothes.

“You will also be able to sneak attack.”

Lanqi dodged and said with a smile.

He seized the opportunity, and at the moment Somerset threw another punch, he slashed at his right arm with a blade.

With a crisp sound of “crack”, Somerset’s right arm was cut off at the root and blood gushed out.

“what!!!”

Somerset uttered a scream and stepped back in pain.

He looked at his broken right arm in disbelief, his face full of shock and fear.

Before he could distance himself, the ghostly figure in a white robe and mask, holding a silver-white serrated halo, chopped down at his neck.

In just a few breaths, Somerset was cut into several pieces.

The seventh ancestor, Helitiel, knew that something was wrong when he saw that the other two ancestors had been defeated one after another.

She quickly healed and supported the two ancestors, and tried to predict Lanqi’s next move.

Countless stars twinkled before her eyes, outlining an intricate timeline.

“Somerset, hold on a little longer! Lachar, get out of the way, he’s targeting you!”

Helitiel used the invisible magic lines that linked magic to guide the actions of Lachar and Somerset.

With her prediction, the offensive of the two men was no longer monotonous and they began to find the right time.

Lanqi seemed to have seen through it all.

He always managed to react one step ahead, appearing where Helitiel didn’t expect him, and even turning his head to look at Helitiel with a smile.

Gradually, Helitiel’s thoughts became more and more panicked. Not only did her predictions fail to help her companions, but instead pushed them into dangerous situations time and time again.

“You, how could you?”

Her eyes widened in disbelief.

As the most outstanding astrologer among the vampires, her predictions had never failed, but today she was easily seen through by Lanqi, which completely overturned her cognition.

Even if he had used special methods to divine the strategies of their blood clan, he himself did not have the talent and ability for divination, and it was impossible for him to constantly counter her predictions in battle.

“Don’t you understand?”

Lanci chuckled and waved his hand to release a series of rock spikes, nailing Somerset to the ground and making him unable to move.

He instantly came to Lachar’s side, put one foot on Lachar’s back, and sat on Lachar leisurely as if it were an air chair.

“As long as I’m playing randomly, you can’t predict what I’m going to do next.”

Lanqi is always changing his attack intentions.

If there are several possibilities for each attack, give randomness to each possibility and he chooses at random.

“Don’t go too far!”

The third ancestor, Lachar, roared wildly, but he could not move the Pope, who was as heavy as a mountain, off his back.

No enemy has ever dared to fight them to the death with such contempt!

“Let go of Rashaar!”

The eighth ancestor, the Marquis of Somerset, whose body had been reconstructed, was furious upon seeing this.

His eyes were bloodshot and his muscles were expanded to the limit, making him look like a mad beast.

He raised his left fist and punched Lanqi. Wherever the fist passed, the void was smashed to pieces and the heaven and earth were shaking.

Lanci was unhurried.

He nimbly moved sideways, barely avoiding the brute force attack. Then, he placed one hand on Somerset’s arm, and reached up with the other hand, striking Somerset’s forehead like lightning. An incomparably pure light poured in from his fingertips, rampaging through Somerset’s body.

Somerset let out a shrill scream and felt as if all the blood in his body was purified.

“Somerset, get out of the way!”

Lachar tried his best to mobilize magic power and condensed a huge blood-red magic mirror in front of him.

Lanqi’s figure was reflected in the mirror, but there was something subtly different about it.