The Lanqi in the mirror had empty eyes, a pale face, and an ominous aura shrouded his whole body.

“Look, Pope! This is the reflection of your heart!”

Lachar smiled grimly.

“You appear righteous on the surface, but in your heart you hide endless darkness. You are no different from us!”

Whenever the Pope loses consciousness, the Black Pope in the mirror will come out and become his summoned creature.

Lanqi just stared at the magic mirror, with a hint of indifference on the corner of his mouth.

“Rachel.”

He said softly, the wind blew gently, curling his silver hair.

“You can only say that the side you see is black, but you can’t prove that the side you don’t see is not pure white. What if there are half-black and half-white goats in the world?”

He raised his hand, and the illusion in the mirror shattered and turned into specks of light.

The real Ranchi stood there, surrounded by a soft and bright halo.

He is like the warm spring sun, always pure and flawless.

Lachar’s eyes widened, unable to believe that the counter-magic he was so proud of was defeated so easily.

They fought hard.

And the opponents seem to be playing with them.

Lachar roared angrily and summoned out a vast swarm of blood-red tentacles once again, vowing to tear Lanqi into pieces.

Lanqi just waved his hand casually, and the bright arc of light cut off all the tentacles.

He approached Rashar, and every step he took gave the illusion that the ground was shaking.

Lachar’s magic was as fragile as a paper castle in front of him and collapsed in the blink of an eye.

Lanqi stretched out his right hand and pressed it on Rachar’s forehead.

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

“Ah…”

Lachar let out shrill screams and felt as if his brain was pierced by countless needles and his soul was burning.

Somerset attacked frantically, using every means he could, but Lanci’s figure was like an insurmountable silver-white barrier, neutralizing all attacks.

“Somerset, retreat! Be careful of his lightning strike!”

While controlling the starlight, Helitiel shouted using a communication channel that only their vampires could hear.

But her warnings were always a beat late.

Before Lachard could run and Somerset could not react, they were hit by Lanqi’s attack.

Somerset was pierced through the arm by a series of rock spikes, while Lachar was struck in the chest by a thunderous electric shock.

“I’m fighting an old woman who reads my mind 24 hours a day. It’s strange that your divination skills can work on me.”

Lanqi took advantage of the victory and pursued, gathering dazzling white light in his palm and swiping it towards the direction where the ancestors were.

A giant blade of light suddenly took shape, spanning the battlefield. Wherever it passed, blood splattered and broken limbs fell.

The third ancestor, Duke Lachar, the eighth ancestor, Marquis Somerset, and the seventh ancestor, Marquis Helitier, had no time to dodge and their bodies were cut off by the light blades, and screams were heard everywhere.

Seeing this, Heritel finally panicked.

She burned her magic power frantically to search for the key point on the timeline that could reverse the situation, but every line led to the same ending – chaos.

She fell to her knees in despair, the starlight shattered before her eyes, no longer able to point the way forward.

“Why can’t I win…”

Hritiel murmured tremblingly.

Lanqi stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at the three wounded ancestors.

“I said, I will always stop your blood moon from destroying the world.”

He spoke slowly, his voice calm.

He stretched out his hand, and dark, clear rock pillars rose from the ground, forming an indestructible cage.

The three ancestors struggled to escape, but their bodies were firmly restrained by an invisible force and they could not move.

“For those of you who have no idea what eternity means, it’s time to reveal the answer to you.”

Lanqi no longer used elemental magic to play with them, but instead used his sealing technique, [Immortal Punishment] and [Chimera Edict].

“This cage is formed by my will, and it can last for at least tens of thousands of years. Don’t even think about leaving. Repent here until the day we meet again.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the rock pillar slowly sank into the ground, carrying the seventh ancestor, Marquis Helitier, and the eighth ancestor, Marquis Somerset, into the endless abyss.

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

“I am the third ancestor after the True King and the Prince. It’s not that easy to seal me!”

The third ancestor, Duke Lachar, held on to the chimeric rock pillar and wrestled with it, shouting angrily,

“If that damned True King hadn’t abandoned us, how could we have lost to you!”

Lachar’s red eyes were full of unwillingness.

“So you are actually abandoned failures?”

Lanqi asked, staring at the third ancestor Lachar who was about to be covered by the rock pillar in confusion.

“no!!!”

Rachel shouted at the top of his lungs.

Duke Lachar was dragged into the crisscross stone pillars by an invisible force, but he did not accept his fate. He fought with all his might, his eyes were bloodshot, veins bulged, and blood foamed from the corners of his mouth.

“See you in tens of thousands of years, Lachar.”

The mosaic stone pillars, like the door of a confessional, made a dull sound under the push of Lanqi’s magic. As the gap slowly closed, the other person in the eyes of Lanqi and Lachar was gradually obscured by darkness.

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

Rachel yelled, hoarse and frantic,

“You thought that sealing us would end everything?!”

As soon as he finished speaking, he burst into a creepy laugh.

The laughter echoed over the ruins of the Blood King’s Palace, and it seemed to tear apart the space of Blood Moon City.

Lanqi frowned, but didn’t take it too seriously.

He raised his hand to continue sealing the third ancestor, Lachar, and turned to leave, ready to completely end this blood moon-ravaged world, but he heard Lachar’s next words.

“The Honing Empire is doomed! All citizens in the south have been infected by the blood poison of the Second Ancestor, and I am the one suppressing their demonization. Once I am sealed, all the people of Honing will become demons, and the Saint Polante Pope’s territory in the north will also suffer!”

After saying this, Lachal laughed heartily, ignoring the blood he was coughing up.

They have been prepared to destroy the Church of Saint Polante for many years, and the residents of the Honing Empire can be buried together. They can then slowly cultivate obedient two-legged sheep.

It has to be said that the technology of the Honing Empire’s testing ground is a good thing. After being researched and improved by their blood clan, the people of Honing have unknowingly consumed a large amount of demon toxins in their lives over the years.

If you want to turn someone into a demon, all you need to do is reduce the mental suppression!

“Ahahahaha! Hahaha! You didn’t expect that the means used by the Honing Empire to save itself against us vampires would become our last card to destroy the Honing Empire.”

The shrill laughter echoed in the Blood King’s Palace Square.

Lanqi paused.

He turned around, and a barely perceptible hesitation flashed in his green eyes.

But soon, those eyes regained their firmness.

“Lanclos, what should you do?! Watching this world being destroyed, you still try your best to kill them. Then, as a demon, you are mixed up with these demons, and the surviving witnesses in the future think that you are the one who started this catastrophe…”

As the mosaic rock pillars were completely sealed, Lachar’s voice also disappeared in the Blood King’s Palace.

At the same time, the ground began to shake violently, forcing Lanqi to steady himself and look up at the sky.

He felt that above the Blood Moon City, the territory of the Honing Empire was filled with turbid air, demons were dancing wildly, the earth was roaring, and blood was everywhere.

It was still daytime before, but now it seemed like a solar eclipse had begun, and the miasma that covered the sky and the sun enveloped the entire Horning Empire.

Lanqi looked up and his sight penetrated far away. He saw that the sky was shrouded in gray, black and blood red. A dead gray sun hung weakly in the sky, no longer having any warmth or light.

The earth cracked and collapsed in the tremor, and cracks spread like a spider web.

The St. Trinian complex collapsed and turned into ruins.

The people’s cries and shouts for help were heard one after another, but were soon drowned out by even more terrifying sounds.

Groups of residents twisted and distorted in pain and panic, turning into horrific demons.

They have lost their humanity and reason, leaving only bloodlust and desire for destruction.

Even more people turned into corpses in the chaos, trampling and biting before they could even remember to transform into violent demons.

In the Honing Empire, everyone is a demon.

Wherever they passed, forests were instantly swallowed up, rivers were cut off and diverted, hills were razed to the ground, city-states were as fragile as cardboard in front of them, churches were easily crushed, and the wreckage of buildings fell like raindrops.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of blood and flesh. The once prosperous city-state was now nothing but ruins and a living hell. The entire country was shrouded in death.

“Lanqi, what should we do?”

Talia’s heart was beating rapidly at this moment, and she asked in panic.

She figured out the causes and effects of the previous simulation and this simulation in the Honing Empire.

Once it turns into a berserk failed demon, it will burn its life until death, and its combat power will increase exponentially!

The North is simply unable to stop this overwhelming wave of world-destroying demons!

The sealing of the third ancestor, Duke Lachar, resulted in an equally terrible ending.

“…”

Lanqi stood on the underground ruins, looking up at everything, with no expression on his face.

But his fists were clenched tighter and tighter.