Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1206 - 801: Not Black Sun Lord, It’s Madly in Love Lord_4

Lanci turned and looked at her.

"I'm saying, after finishing off at Honing's capital this time, since you can't go back to the Holy Polante Theocracy anyway, consider coming to Naka..."

At that moment, a sudden burst of red light enveloped them, as the blinding scarlet illuminated every face in the darkness.

Melogas had not finished speaking when the gravitational pull of the ground's barrier spontaneously appeared, bursting forth with dazzling fireworks and deafening booms that swallowed them whole.

Lanci and the Great Demon Clan had no time to react before a surge of gravity hit them, and they plummeted sharply downwards!

Space distorted and deformed, at times stretching, at times compressing, as the wind howled in their ears, like thousands of demons roaring and screaming.

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The surrounding scenery rapidly fell upwards, as numerous vibrant colors suddenly appeared in the originally pitch-black void, spinning and changing like a kaleidoscope.

Buildings, like Rubik's cubes embedded in the night, constantly flew past their eyes, some upside down, some slanted, completely defying the laws of gravity.

Magnificent wooden structures intermingled with fortress-like stone walls, sparkling with brilliant and crimson light, forming a twisted and bizarre world.

"Pope!"

Melogas's voice was particularly sharp and piercing in the wind, reaching out her hand towards the Pope, desperately trying to reach him.

She was the Great Demon Clan member closest to the Pope when they fell into the barrier, the other Great Demon Clan members had already vanished without a trace.

"Melogas, don't worry."

Lanci called out in response.

There is no absolute, powerful barrier partitioning Blood Moon City; they were merely dispersed while falling because they passed through different spatial barriers. If no other Blood Clan members blocked the Great Demon Clan, it wouldn't be long until they regrouped.

Due to the mass intruders this time, Blood Moon City had switched to an attack-defense mode, rather than the encirclement mode from last time.

The Ancestors of the Blood Clan could fully utilize Blood Moon City's home defense advantage by dispersing the enemies, sending them to more suitable battlegrounds to face their match and be defeated one by one.

Unless there was a lone enemy foolishly rushing in, only then would they all gather together to besiege the intruder.

The planner must be the Seventh Primogenitor, Helitier.

As the Astrologer of the Blood Clan, she would match the fallen Great Demon Clan members into different sub-palaces, led by Blood Clan Marquises in battle.

The entrance to Blood Moon City is on the west side, the center is the Blood King Palace, and the other directions, east, south, and north, are sub-palaces governed by the Blood Clan Marquises.

And the weakened Pope of the Holy Polante Theocracy would be sent to the most dangerous Blood King Palace, for a one-on-one with Rashar, the Third Ancestor.

"You must win! Your head is mine to take!"

Melogas shouted, offering a rather awkward blessing of victory to Lanci.

Her scorpion tail still instinctively tried to hook onto the hem of Lanci's clothing, but the chaotic gravity within the barrier and the space that could twist everything momentarily separated them, like two leaves scattered by a fierce wind.

They vanished from each other's sight.

"Thank you, Melogas."

Lanci continued to plummet alone.

The buildings around him grew denser, and upside-down citadels pressed down towards him.

"Pope, what are you doing here?"

A mocking voice echoed around, like the pronouncement of a deity.

This voice was all too familiar to Lanci; he had heard it far too many times in the Mirror of Tiberius, almost to the point of nostalgia.

"How's that, not welcoming me?"

The black-robed Pope hung upside down, pressing the silver-white mask to his face, plummeting freely towards the Blood King Palace.

He had already discarded his disguise, ready for battle.

Consider it a rehearsal for the Cerryti Empire's assault on Blood Moon City.

Although in the present there's no such luxurious array of Great Demon General allies and since the Cerryti Empire is at the height of its power, perhaps the present is the true difficulty mode of Blood Moon City.

But this Blood Moon End of the World's decaying Blood Moon City is already thoroughly familiar to Lanci.

"Heh, of course, you're welcome. I just wonder if, in a moment, the Pope can still be as aggressive as now."

The Ancestor's voice rose like shadows in the darkness.

Suddenly, a resplendent golden door opened before him.

Without hesitation, Lanci passed through, the fall beginning to slow.

This was the place.

The final destination of Blood Moon End of the World, the Blood King Palace.

He looked around, and when his feet finally touched the ground, he found himself slowly descending onto the center of a circular plaza.

The plaza was paved with black and white marble, featuring thirteen towering stone columns reaching a hundred meters in height.

The mocking voice echoed around—

"Welcome to Blood Moon City, Pope of the Holy Polante Theocracy."

The voice emanated from the unfathomable depths of the fog at the edge of the plaza.

A figure slowly emerged, dressed in pure black velvet, adorned with the golden Honing noble family crest on the lapel.

He looked no more than twelve or thirteen years old, with porcelain-white skin and smooth chestnut hair that fell to his shoulders.

"I really didn't expect you to come. I've been law-abiding in the Huo Ning Empire for quite some years, you know."

Duke Rashar, the Third Ancestor, flashed a mischievous smile, his tone casual as if he were catching up with an old friend.

However, his eyes were filled with irony and disdain, mocking Lanci's folly and ignorance.

"But since you are here, let us have a good chat, Pope of the Holy Polante Theocracy."

Rashar performed an elegant, ancient noble gesture, his right hand placed over his chest, left foot stepping back, his body leaning forward slightly as if he were greeting a distinguished guest.

"Rashar, you're still in the mood to chat with me?"

Lanci stood alone in the center of the plaza, questioning Rashar, the Third Ancestor.