Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1145 787: Lanci Listens to the Wailing of the Blood Clan_6

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"How so, hesitating to welcome me?"

Without a moment's hesitation, he asked through the void,

"Then I suppose I'll have to come on my own."

As Lanci spoke, he reached out with his magic power and grasped the opening of Blood Moon City.

With a step towards South Bank, the scenery around him suddenly changed drastically.

In a spin of the world, he slightly lost his balance and stumbled into a barrier.

The buildings and trees around him seemed to fall upwards at great speed, with howling wind by his ears.

He was falling quickly downwards, and all he could see was the upside-down landscape of the city.

Countless buildings were embedded in the night, skewed and inverted, completely defying the laws of gravity, with magnificent wooden structures intricately connected to castle-like stone walls, glinting with intertwining lights of brilliance and crimson, and layered houses stacked closely together, creating geometric patterns with pronounced edges and angles.

"Your Holiness, why have you come?"

A teasing voice echoed around, as if proclaimed by a deity.

The entire city seemed to stretch to the heavens in despair, and yet plummet helplessly towards the core of the earth.

"How so, you don't welcome me?"

The Pope with the silver mask stood upside down, his arms folded behind him, free-falling towards the direction of the Blood King Palace.

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He had already discarded his disguise, making preparations for battle.

"Hehe, of course you're welcome, but I wonder if Your Holiness will still be as aggressive after a while."

The voice of the Ancestor rose like a shadow in the darkness.

Not knowing how long he had floated, he was enveloped by a supermassive palace.

The wide corridor before him suddenly vanished and reappeared elsewhere, the doors of the rooms abruptly shifted, leading to entirely different spaces, stairs twisted and turned, never ending; doors along the narrow corridors kept opening and closing, revealing ominous sights, and the surging Blood Sea was pitch black, as if capable of devouring everything.

Suddenly, an ornate sliding door opened before him.

He passed through, his fall slowing down.

Lanci glanced around and slowly descended into the center of the royal palace's circular square.

Thirteen massive stone pillars surrounded the square, with each pillar inscribed with gem totems corresponding to an Ancestor.

"Welcome to Blood Moon City, Saint Polante Pope."

At the edge of the Blood King Palace Square, amid the unfathomable mist, the owner of the voice gradually made his appearance.

The delicate-faced Rashar, the Third Ancestor, skin pale as porcelain, with soft brown hair cascading down to his shoulders.

He was dressed in a pure black velvet suit, embroidered with the golden crest of the Honing noble family.

At first glance, Third Ancestor Duke Rashar appeared to be just a wealthy boy from Saint Trier, but when one looked directly into his eyes, those bottomless red pupils revealed antiquity far beyond his appearance.

"Really didn't expect you to come, looking like today, are you here to trouble us docile members of the Blood Clan?"

A subtle smirk played on the lips of Third Ancestor Duke Rashar.

"The rest of you, don't hide anymore, come out."

The Pope with the silver mask didn't waste another word with the Third Ancestor, gazing past the mist behind him and locking onto the other Ancestors.

In the palm of his hand burst forth a brilliant white lightning, shooting straight into the sky, lighting up Blood Moon City like daylight, with countless dazzling points quickly converging in the air, forming a giant lightning net, enveloping the entire city.

"Don't start with violence, Your Holiness."

A purple-red magic barrier quickly formed around Third Ancestor Rashar, blocking the lightning net.

Two forces of magic collided mid-air, erupting with deafening booms.

The Holy Polante Pope remained still, continuously summoning lightning.

However, gradually, this collision resulted in a stalemate.

"Heh, the invincible Holy Polante Pope is just this much after all."

Third Ancestor Duke Rashar snickered.

A massive magic array materialized beneath his feet, its emitted magic power far surpassing the Pope's earlier outburst.

Throughout the Blood King Palace, the purple-red light swirled manically, transforming into red serpentine chains rushing towards the Pope's light array, bringing the air to a standstill.

"..."

The Pope in silver said nothing, quickly forming a rocky seal shield in front of him with his spell.

In their clash, that rocky shield displayed fine cracks, appearing unstable and on the verge of collapse.

Countless dazzling lights burst forth from the Pope, intertwined in mid-air into thousands of light wheels, carrying immense force, sweeping directly towards Rashar, the Third Ancestor.

The two cataclysmic forces collided fiercely in the void, causing the entire Blood King Palace to erupt with a thunderous roar.

Both sides' spells disintegrated in an instant, the Pope's mask slowly lowering his hand.

Whereas Third Ancestor Rashar opposite him appeared still at ease.

"Alas, Pope, you're still the same, unable to understand human speech. Clearly so weak yourself, yet failing to realize the situation. Do you really think you're still the invincible Saint Polante Pope?"

Rashar spoke as if affirming the Pope's weaknesses, shaking his head.

The Pope could stand on equal footing with him solely by relying on the Power of the Sun, which indicated, as revealed by Divination, that the Pope was not far from death.

"..."

Lanci remained silent.

"Lanci, you actor! Are you really just repeating the same strength as last time, fighting in exactly the same way?"

Talia asked Lanci in her mind.

As everyone knows, before fishing, it's best to lay bait, scaring off the other Ancestors of the Blood Clan would be unwise.

Billowing flames, like liquid red scorching the eyes, spread across the square, turning the dark Blood King Palace Square into a Crimson Abyss.

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