Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1170 - 792: Lanci Predicted the Ancestor’s Prediction

Dawn breaks, casting a glimmer of white across the sky as the wilderness remains shrouded in a thin mist.

Beneath the ruins of the kilometer city gate.

Inside his silver mask, the black centipede Curse Mark on his left cheek faintly glows, just like the relentless Magic Power in his emerald eyes.

He raises his hand, a finger slowly sweeping to the right, directing the legion.

All around, silence prevails, broken only by the rustling of wind across the wild grass.

In an instant, the whole legion seems sliced open by a tempestuous wind, leaving everything it touches devoid of life, as if his decree split the heaven and earth asunder!

Countless warriors had once fought bloodily before this city gate, breaching and defending it. Now, the vast lands are once again stained red with blood, leaving only the solitary figure in white robes.

The White Robed Pope withdraws his finger, resting it behind his back.

To him, it seems as if nothing has occurred, his coldness as though those lives had long been undead.

"The efficiency of the Ninth-order eradication line is quite something."

Talia comments.

For her, annihilating a marching legion would require more effort.

Had the legion reached the city's defensive Barrier, and without allied troops to withstand the siege's suppression and firepower, it wouldn't be so easy for her to wipe out the troop, especially if enemy Eighth-order heroes were within the defenses, making duels under defensive fire likely to backfire.

But for Ninth-order Lankros, such obstacles are trivial and he can overpower them.

Only if the city defenses held several top-tier Eighth-orders could they possibly defeat him.

"It's a pity we can't transfer this character back to participate in the South Continent war in the current world, completely overpowered. This Blood Moon Bad World is a level 99 version, but the current world is level 89, totally different dimensions."

Lanci also feels that Lankros' level would be excessive in the current version of reality.

Yet, discussing transferring Lankros' character back is moot; this character can't even access Tiberius's Mirror's Phantasmagoria.

In the real Undead Eternal Punishment Final Shadow World, he's merely a Sixth-order.

"It's still more typical for you to be a functional Shaman; your play as a Mage always has an unusual touch."

Talia has been observing Lanci's Spell choices, which often favor intimidating and psychologically tactical methods rather than the most firepower-optimal combinations.

"Here's hoping you draw one of Lankros' Spells after this Shadow World ends, no matter which would be a great win."

She wishes for Lanci.

Regardless, Lanci is quite suited to Lankros' Sealing Skill.

Talia thinks, aside from Blasphemy Lord, the ultimate foul force polluting the prize pool, Lanci's rewards in this Shadow World are likely related to Lankros.

"You might also draw a Spell or artifact from Calila."

Lanci blesses her.

Ever since they started analyzing Calila, Talia has also gradually become useful.

"Heh, you wouldn't be wishing for me to dress up as Calila for your lessons, huh? Dream on."

Talia says reluctantly but in jest.

Indeed, if she could truly impersonate Calila, she too is willing to try.

That way, she could always be recognized as a "beautiful, dignified, mature, and useful" member of the Great Demon Clan.

"No no no, Card Making suits your classic style better; no one else has your flair."

Lanci denies.

"You..."

Talia silently mutters the word 'endure'.

Once back in the Cerryti Empire in the real world, living under the same roof, she would have plenty of time to 'educate' him.

The Demon Race Script continues to scroll atop Eleven Pass.

[You have completely annihilated the Huo Ning Empire's First Armored Cavalry Legion, and the plains beyond Eleven Pass are barren.]

[You have laid waste from Tarberg Province all the way here to Lucitani Province, south of Honning. Your cruel actions will shake the entire Seville Continent, even alarm the Land of Perpetual Night and the Demon World, to be recorded in history.]

[Your next choices are:]

[A. Annihilate the Province]

[B. Head directly South]

[C. Travel North]

[D. Intervene Personally]

[Remaining Life: 2 days, 14 hours, 52 minutes]

"Of course, we must continue southwards, although Lankros might also be missing Siegler in his heart, their battle in the Throne Hall was their final goodbye."

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Lanci glances towards the north, then shakes his head.

There are two options to the south.

Annihilating Lucitani Province and heading directly to Saint Terek both count as heading south.

This Lucitani Province is about to be scorched earth.

He still has time.

Before heading to the Honning Capital Saint Terek, he can still eliminate many non-Demon People of Honning.

Without any surprises, numerous armies will be dispatched by Rashal to exhaust him, hastening his fall from Ninth-order.

"Rashal, wait for me, I'm coming to find you soon."

Lanci, no longer focusing on the north where Holy Polante Theocracy lies, turns and heads south.

The white robe gradually fades into the morning mist, leaving only his slender silhouette.

...

In the northern part of Holy Polante Theocracy.

The capital Helshalem.

After a great calamity, Helshalem finally settles down.

As dawn breaks in this ancient city-state, preparations for a grand coronation ceremony are in full swing.

Holy Polante Theocracy is about to welcome a new leader – the hero who led the people to uncover the truth and thwart the church's conspiracy.

"Have you heard? It seems quite dangerous now in the Huo Ning Empire down south."

"I've only heard about it; don't spread rumors, our Pope was the source of Huo Ning Empire's turmoil..."

"What Pope! Our current Pope is Sigrid Saint Anastasius!"

As the terrifying news from the south of Seville Continent spreads, the residents feel fortunate that Queen Sigrid defeated Lankros.