Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1149 788: Lankros’s Destiny_3

"Ahh!!!"

Marquis Somerset let out a blood-curdling scream, retreating in pain.

He looked at his broken right arm in disbelief, his face filled with shock and fear.

Before he could distance himself, the eerie figure in a white robe and mask had already cleaved toward his neck with a silvery white serrated halo.

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

Seeing two Ancestors defeated in a row, the Seventh Primogenitor, Helitier, knew things were looking grim.

She quickly healed and supported the two Ancestors, while trying to predict Lanci's next move.

Countless stars twinkled before her, sketching out a complex web of timelines.

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"Somerset, hold on a little longer! Rashar, move away quickly, he's targeting you!"

Helitier used her invisible magic power links to guide the movements of Rashar and Somerset.

Thanks to her predictions, their attack patterns were finally no longer monotonous and began to find the right timing.

Lanci seemingly had already seen through all of it.

He was always one step ahead, appearing in places beyond Helitier's expectations, even turning his head to look at Helitier with a smile.

Gradually, Helitier's thoughts became more and more frantic; her predictions not only failed to aid her companions but repeatedly pushed them into danger.

"How can you...?"

Helitier's eyes widened in disbelief.

As the most outstanding astrologer among the Blood Clan, her predictions had never failed, but today Lanci had easily seen through them, which completely overturned her understanding.

Even if he could divine their Blood Clan's scheme with some special method, he did not possess the talent or the ability for divination and couldn't be countering her predictions continuously in combat.

"Don't you understand?"

Lanci chuckled, waving his hand to release a series of stone spikes that pinned Somerset firmly to the ground, immobilizing him.

Then, in a blink, he appeared beside Rashar, stepping on Rashar's back and casually sitting on him as if he were an air cushion.

"As long as I also attack randomly, you can't predict what I will do next."

Lanci always changed his attack intentions.

Every time there were several possible attacks, he would assign randomness to each possibility and randomly choose one.

"You're going too far!"

Rashar, the Third Ancestor, bellowed furiously, but he could not shift the mountainous weight of the Pope on his back.

No enemy had ever dared to fight them with such disdain!

"Let go of Rashar!"

Marquis Sommerst, the Eighth Progenitor, whose body had reformed, was uncontrollably furious.

His eyes bloodshot, his muscles swelled to their limits, resembling an enraged beast.

He raised his left fist and hurled it at Lanci, and where the fist passed, the void shattered, trembling the heaven and earth.

Lanci remained unflustered.

He deftly sidestepped the brute force strike, then, with one hand on Somerset's arm, he reached out with the other and swiftly touched Somerset's forehead. A burst of pure light from his fingertip flowed into Somerset, rampaging through his body.

Somerset let out a heart-wrenching scream, feeling as if all the blood in his body was being purified.

"Somerset, dodge it!"

Rashar exerted all his strength to channel Magic Power, conjuring a gigantic blood-red Magic Mirror in front of him.

The mirror reflected Lanci's figure but with subtle differences.

The Lanci in the mirror had vacant eyes and an ashen complexion, shrouded in an ominous aura.

"Take a good look, Pope! This is the reflection of your inner self!"

Rashar grinned ferociously,

"On the surface, you appear righteous and awe-inspiring, but inside, you're full of endless darkness. You're no different from us!"

If the Pope became distracted, the Black Pope in the mirror would emerge as Rashar's Summon.

Lanci simply gazed at the Magic Mirror, his lips curling with a natural ease.

"Rashar."

He spoke softly, a gentle breeze stirring his silver hair,

"You can only say that the side you see is black, but you can't prove that the unseen side is pure white. What if there's a goat in this world that is half-black, half-white?"

He lifted his hand, and the illusion in the mirror shattered instantly, turning into specks of light dust.

The real Lanci stood in place, surrounded by a gentle and bright halo.

He was like the always pure and flawless warm sun of early spring.

Rashar's eyes widened, unable to believe that his prized Counter Magic had been so easily crushed.

They fought with all their might.

While their opponent seemed to be playing with them.

Rashar roared in anger, once again summoning a sky-covering barrage of blood-red tentacles, vowing to tear Lanci to pieces.

Lanci simply made a gesture, and the bright arc of light cut all the tentacles.

He closed in on Rashar, every step creating the illusion of trembling ground.

Rashar's Magic Power was as fragile as a paper castle before him, collapsing in an instant.

Lanci reached out his right hand, pressing it on Rashar's forehead.

His palm radiated scorching white light, like the blazing sun.

"Aah..."

Rashar let out a series of piercing screams, feeling as if countless needles had pierced his brain, his soul burning.

Somerset crazily attacked, utilizing every means available, but Lanci's figure was like an unsurpassable silvery white barrier that neutralized all attacks.

"Somerset, retreat! Watch out for his lightning strike!"

Helitier manipulated the stars and shouted on the communication channel audible only among the Blood Clan.