Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1210 - 801: Not Black Sun Lord, It’s Madly in Love Lord_8

Baron Wanwei Oglin swung his longsword, bringing forth a scorching wave that turned the dust and shattered stones into black ash for miles straight.

His attack, resembling a dance, unleashed unimaginable destructive power.

The Ninth Progenitor Bainhardt dodged Oglin's attacks, his eyes quickly rotating over his body, endlessly searching for opportunities to strike. Whenever Baron Oglin presented an opening, the Ninth Progenitor Bainhardt would shoot a corroding light rain from his eyes, attacking Baron Oglin's vitals; however, they were blocked time after time by Baron Oglin.

"Oglin, don't you feel yourself growing weaker?"

Bernhardt burst into mad laughter and suddenly opened his gaping maw,

"Don't forget that this is my home ground, Soul Hall."

Numerous black tentacles sprouted from Marquis the Ninth Progenitor Bainhardt's mouth, crazily entwining towards Baron Wanwei Oglin like the tentacles of an octopus, each one covered in suction cups and barbs, exuding a foul and rotten stench.

Oglin swung his crescent moon scimitar, severing several tentacles, but more wrapped around him, grazing his chainmail and fiercely draining Oglin's fresh blood and life force.

"So what if this is your home ground, does that mean you cannot be killed here?"

Finally, Marquis the Ninth Progenitor Bainhardt landed a blow on Baron Wanwei Oglin, and festering wounds on his body continuously oozed fresh blood.

But he felt no pain, furrowing his brow; he knew that if he let the fight with Marquis the Ninth Progenitor Bainhardt drag on for too long, it would be greatly disadvantageous to himself.

He had to end the battle quickly.

"Heh, no matter what, this place is not the main battlefield where the outcome will be decided."

Ninth Progenitor Bainhardt, seeing Baron Wanwei Oglin's condition, revealed a cruel smile.

He knew that if he just dragged this out a bit longer, Oglin would completely become his prey, becoming his eternal servant.

As long as the feeble Saint Polante Pope fell to Duke Rashar, the Third Ancestor, everything would be set in stone.

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Blood Moon City central square.

The Blood King's Divine Fire, spreading out from the Blood King Palace, danced wildly but could not touch the White Robed Pope even a bit.

Before he came here, he had already taken a drink of the violently life-giving Wolf Blood, and like the protection of the Moon Goddess, it turned into a wolf shadow to dispel the Blood King's Divine Fire for him, rendering him immune to the flames.

Perhaps the Wolf Witch might have more targeted blessings against the Blood King's Divine Fire, but almost no Wolf Warriors know magic. To fend off the Blood King's Divine Fire with the power of high-ranking Wolf Warriors, the only way is to drink it directly.

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Rashal launched his attack, intending to wipe out the pope and sentence Saint Polante Pope to a slow and agonizing death.

Black mist flowed out from the Blood King Palace like a living creature, swirling in the air; within the vortex's center, dark red lightning crackled and popped, illuminating Rashal's cold face.

"..."

Facing Rashal's offensive, Lanci remained unmoved, enveloped by the storm and absolutely immune to Rashal's ninth-order magic attack.

He wore the holy robes of the pope, and his silver-white mask reflected a dazzling light.

Talia in her possessed state could exert strength slightly above that of a seventh-order.

But still, that was not enough before Rashal, the Third Ancestor.

Rashar's eyes were like two black holes, bottomless, radiating endless evil and madness.

"Pope, is that all the strength you have left?"

The corners of his mouth curled into an arc, seemingly mocking Lankros's powerlessness.

Sure enough, the pope still retained some techniques to make a brief resurgence.

But he believed the pope wouldn't be able to use these defensive measures many more times.

And there are still many more ninth-order magic attacks to come!

He couldn't think of any way the solitary Saint Polante Pope could turn the tables.

"Rashal, have you ever heard the story of the Legendary Sealer Asksan?"

Lanci, who had only been in the Blood King Palace for a short time and was about to lose, did not burst with any papal authority but simply muttered to himself.

"Nonsense!"

Rashal did not understand what riddles Saint Polante Pope was talking about.

The pope's aura was still weak, not showing any signs of the invincible Saint Polante Church of this era, and his Defense Enchantment quickly disintegrated, seemingly a foregone conclusion.

But in that moment, the four Magic Cards from Lanci's robe also dissipated with the wind.

Blood King Palace Square, thunder rolled and winds rose!

Behind him, in the void, four bolts of lightning reaching for the skies lit up, and in the next moment, anything was possible.

The orange light was blinding, turning into the first ray of dawn, awakening an ancient pact, nurturing unparalleled power from the darkness.

In that mist and storm of lightning, four real beings of the Great Demon Clan descended.

Amidst the black mist, they appeared both as living beings and as illusions, with frightfully massive and terrifying silhouettes, with only their gaze towards Rashar, the Third Ancestor, exceptionally clear, filled with disdain.

Equally evil.

Yet, they were from a more pure origin of evil.

The sudden presence of the four from the Great Demon Clan, with Lanci behind them as though standing before a throne, looked down upon Duke Rashal.

Walls of ice barred the blood mist, and the layered Barrier over them contracted the blood mist. The enemy Mage's inverse calculation like an invisible net, entangled on Rashal's magics, deconstructing them layer by layer, turning them into nothingness, and finally, the remnants were devoured by abyssal magic.

Although Rashal's attacks were fierce, they were successfully neutralized by the combined defense of the four lords.

Each step was the most correct choice.

Directed by the commander among the four Great Demon Clan figures, the instructions were instantly analyzed and relayed to the other three Great Demon Clan beings.