Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1205 - 801: Not Black Sun Lord, It’s Madly in Love Lord_3

The outlines of the buildings appear faintly visible in the night, and the pointed top of Moonlight Tower and spiral stone towers cast long shadows by the moonlight.

The carriage travels on cobblestone streets, its curtains tightly shut, faint shadows of someone moving inside. On either side of the street, closed shops and shut windows make the air somewhat serene and restless.

Viewed from a kilometer high in the sky.

Golden fireflies, like shining points of light upon the city's mirrored surface.

And this high viewpoint above Saint Trier at night seems like the eye of a typhoon.

Their figures cross the night sky of Flower Capital Pariel like shooting stars.

The surrounding clouds like satin brushed by them, and with each passing through a cloud layer, the city lights below seem like countless stars reflected on the ground, paving a twinkling path for landing.

As they fall from the sky, the closer they get to the ground, the city becomes increasingly clear. They are enveloped by the boundless night, with twinkling stars turning into pearls scattered on a black satin ribbon, and the Blood Moon casts red light upon them.

After a long time.

Boom!!

In the dead of night, the noise created as shadows descended one after another resounds through the bustling streets.

The wide street pavement bears deep impressions from their landing, filling the surrounding air with a slight tremor amid flying dust.

This sudden noise soon attracts the attention of passers-by in Saint Trier.

This area is adjacent to South Bank, quite bustling.

Originally, descending from high altitude belongs to dangerous acts, but this group of mysterious figures seems ill-intentioned.

Sparse figures on the streets.

"What is that..."

A basic instinctual sense of danger emerges in the citizens upon seeing the figures descending from the sky.

"It's the Demon Race! The Demon Race has come to Saint Trier!"

People instinctively feel something bad is going to happen, running towards distant places, loudly calling for Saint Trier guards.

The group of uninvited guests are shrouded in black cloaks, their faces hidden in the shadows of their hoods, only revealing eyes that gleam with a cold light.

The leading man in a black robe silently watches over this city-state.

Although it's his first time arriving at this crucial battlefield in the Blood Moon Bad World era, it feels as if he's seen it many times before.

[Objective 1: Read the letter from old friend Calila; go to Purgatory City Pasqual & protect the Small Spark left by Calila; comprehend the Mirror of Tiberius; write an ending for the Blood Moon Bad World Era. (Completed)]

[Objective 2: Understand the mentality of Black Sun Lankros: 49.32%. (Completed)]

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[Objective 3: All Challengers survive till the 21-day time limit ends, remaining time 0 days 00 hours 41 minutes.]

As the mission information in the Shadow World indicates, they have less than an hour left.

Since Lanci's departure from the Shadow World was later than all three simulations, he arrived in Saint Trier nearly half a day later than last time, with the help of the Great Demon Clan destroying provinces rapidly.

But this time is enough.

Having experienced three simulations, Lanci is deeply familiar with the route and time planning, all within his estimated range.

"Destroy this castle?"

On the dark city-state pavement, Lanci and a few companions in black cloaks radiate ferocious Magic Power, like demons here to claim debts.

"No need, we'll be received soon."

Lanci answers, his indifferent eyes as if gazing far away.

"To be honest, killing Honning People along the way has scared me a bit."

The leading Scorpion Tail Witch Melogas beside him mocks herself with a laugh.

Her figure is shapely, under the black cloak one can fleetingly glimpse a tight leather outfit that outlines curves like a taut bowstring, ready to shoot deadly Poison arrows anytime.

Blasphemous Lord Melogas has never killed Honning People like this even during wartime.

This immense slaughter indeed broadened her horizons.

The Pope has allowed them to start indiscriminate massacres from the south; even they, as demons, feel a bit nervous. Wouldn't this really incur the punishment from the Goddess of Destiny?

"I guarantee, you are all now my Servitors, all merits will be credited to the instigator, and you shouldn't feel any psychological burden."

Lanci promises them, several Great Demon Clan members,

"The outside world is corrupt; those so-called 'plundering' and 'cruelty' are lies they fabricate, only we possess the true revelation, because we know the truth of love."

He explains benignly to the Great Demon Clan members.

"Black Sun Lord, it's a real pity you couldn't continue the official duties with us in the Demon World, you are truly the epitome of cruelty and ruthlessness."

Several figures snicker in praise.

"...?"

Only Melogas, after listening to Lanci's words, feels something is off.

She observes Lanci, her scorpion-like eyes seem to pierce through his heart, her lips tinted with a hazy purple seem extraordinarily enchanting in the dark. She gently licks her lips, her every gesture seductive yet unable to hide the brutality inherent in her.

What Melogas didn't expect was that the Pope actually didn't see this as deducting merits but as adding merits?

Indeed, this madman is special, in front of the Pope, Melogas feels like a normal demon.

"Hey, Pope."

She lightly touches the Pope with her scorpion tail as if whipping.

"Melogas, what's up?"