Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1176 - 793: Lankros’s Final Outcome

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"Lanci, have you gone mad?"

Rashar knew about Lanci's tragic fate of being backstabbed by his own people and his frenzied intrusion into the Huo Ning Empire from two days ago. He thought that Lanci's mind had already been corrupted by the "Spiritual Fissure."

However, no matter how Rashar saw it now, he felt Lanci's eyes remained clear, unsettlingly clear.

The black centipede mark on Lanci's left cheek, which Rashar had never seen before, also seemed strangely incomprehensible.

"Not at all."

Lanci casually hung the silver-white mask on his waist, his expression calm,

"I am merely stating the facts."

He slightly tilted his head up, his gaze meeting that of the four Ancestors, without the slightest hint of considering them as opponents.

"To be honest, I don't understand your reckless decision to invade St. Trick City alone, nor do I get where your confidence comes from. I can clearly feel that your Magic Strength has fallen to a level below mine."

The Ninth Progenitor Marquis Bainhardt paced as he analyzed gravely,

"So, do you think bluffing is still useful now, Lanci?"

As a scholar of the Blood Clan, he seemed most keen on having a lengthy, close conversation with the Pope.

"You're always the most enthusiastic about me."

Lanci didn't mind listening to the words of the Ninth Progenitor Marquis Bainhardt.

Because he still hadn't figured out what exactly Marquis Bainhardt's suggestion was.

"In my opinion, you either launch a full-scale war that plunges the citizens of the Huo Ning Empire back into the abyss of war, or you continue to act cautiously and meet a peaceful end. Both paths have their pros and cons, but they surely beat what you're doing now..."

He spoke eloquently, like a clever military advisor narrating Lanci's dilemma.

"So, what exactly is your suggestion?"

Lanci asked with interest.

"Hmm, hmm, hmm."

The Ninth Progenitor Marquis Bainhardt shook his head with a slight chuckle, a playful glint in his eyes.

"As for my suggestion, you better stay here! Your Holiness!"

Before he finished speaking, a sinister red glow lit up around Marquis Bainhardt, with Magic Power roaring inside of him and quickly spiraling out of control.

Countless crimson eyeballs emerged from under his skin, covering his entire body menacingly and greedily staring at the Pope before him.

Those immensely talented unfortunate souls, having their unique abilities stripped by the Ninth Progenitor Marquis Bainhardt, transforming into frightening weapons, further enhanced Bainhardt's power.

Marquis Bainhardt's originally handsome face gradually twisted and deformed, his features completely covered by those densely packed eyeballs. He bared his teeth and sprinted towards the Pope.

Those eyes emanated a famished red glow, eager to devour everything before them.

The other Ancestors were well aware of the Ninth Progenitor Marquis Bainhardt's long-held desire for the Pope.

It was a good time to see how weak the Pope was now.

However,

contrary to all the Ancestors' expectations, the White Robed Pope simply stood indifferently firm.

The Pope's eyes held a hint of disappointment, seemingly dissatisfied with Marquis Bainhardt's suggestion.

At this moment, Marquis Bainhardt's towering stature also made it impossible for the Pope to see his face without tilting his head up.

But he would not look up.

"Lifting the head too high."

The Pope's finger, pointing at the Ancestors, shifted slightly to the right.

The surrounding area fell deathly silent, with only the rustling sound of the wind blowing across the Blood King Palace Square heard.

In an instant, the dust on the square seemed to split apart, creating an uneven sensation!

In front of the Blood King Palace, the ground was stained red with a clear line of blood.

The other three Ancestors' pupils contracted suddenly, an expression of disbelief flashing through their eyes.

They witnessed as Marquis Bainhardt's body was torn apart mid-air.

The Seventh Ancestor Marquess Helitier sensed the danger instinctively and crouched down, barely having her hair cut.

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While the Third Ancestor Duke Rashar was also quick to react and avoided the attack.

The farthest away, Marquis Somerset of the Eighth Progenitor, was cleaved in half, blood incessantly flowing down from his bisected torso.

"Lan, Lanci..."

The falling head of the Ninth Progenitor Marquis Bainhardt trembled weakly, barely comprehending what had happened.

Before his body could reassemble, several stone chains suddenly appeared, firmly imprisoning the shattered pieces into a fitted stone pillar.

The Ninth Primogenitor fell prematurely.

Talia guessed that this overly talkative ancestor would be the first to be sealed.

Although Lanci did not practice "Friendly Exchange" and "Basic Etiquette."

In Lanci's hands, every Spell could become "Friendly Exchange" and "Basic Etiquette."

Which is why Talia found the way Lanci used Lanci's spells oddly peculiar!

"Knowing I am the King, why not kneel?"

Lanci asked, looking at the three kneeling Ancestors beside the Blood King Palace.

"..."

The three remaining Ancestors showed undisguised shock in their eyes.

According to the intelligence from the Huo Ning Empire and divination by Marquess Helitier, the current Pope should have been weak enough for them to easily slaughter.

Yet at this moment, the strength exhibited by Lanci inspired only fear in them.

Even more formidable than four years ago, when he sealed an injured Second Progenitor, Prince Salvatore, and Fifth Progenitor, Duke Mordigai!

A mere Eighth-order aging Pope, coming alone to Blood Moon City, was akin to delivering death.

Lanci should have been filled with despair, fighting a battle against a few Ancestors and then being cruelly humiliated, realizing the futility of his comrades' sacrifices, and ending his powerless life with disillusionment.