Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1211 - 801: Not Black Sun Lord, It’s Madly in Love Lord_9

They stood variously before the Saint Polante Pope, ready to battle with Duke Rashar, the Third Ancestor.

"Sinola, do you still need to keep your eyes closed? Our Pope has already put on a mask."

Dressed in an appropriately tailored outfit from the Demon World, the Silver Guardian, Pranay, who had just been awakened, held a silver-grey pocket watch that shone with a soft luster, and glanced at his sister beside him.

"Little boys are the most disgusting."

Demon Law Guardian Sinola's eyes were lightly closed, perhaps in contemplation, openly displaying her disgust towards the Ancestor of the Blood Clan.

"What if that black-haired, green-eyed Lanci turned into a little boy? Would you think about committing a crime?"

Guardian Lord Antanas, with striking wine-red short hair, teased Sinola lively.

Today, as always, Antanas wore a tight leather hunting outfit matched with knee-high boots.

Being sealed into a Magic Card had indeed bored her immensely.

"Um..."

Sinola hesitated.

She believed that with her upbringing from a noble family of the Demon World, she could suffice with just looking from afar without frivolous actions, but she was afraid that Talia might commit acts under the guise of family teachings.

Sinola had already noticed that Talia's self-control was worse than any of them had imagined.

"..."

Ice and Snow Lord Artemis, with eyes pale as ice blue, stared intensely at their enemy, Duke Rashar, and did not join in the chat with the other three from the Great Demon Clan.

Only she was more serious.

She couldn't understand the sense of relaxation in these three old friends.

After all, they were facing a hidden ultimate foe from the Shadow World, whose strength far exceeded the limit that they, as Great Demons, could normally handle.

Four days ago, after reaching Necaris at the Demon King's Castle, Lanci also found these four of them.

Apart from the Great Demons who needed to stay behind to guard the Demon King's Castle—namely, those whom even Melogas didn't entirely trust—all other reliable Great Demons had been mobilized to join in this operation to exterminate the Blood Clan.

Lord Skeleton, Lord Mercury, and Lord Mighty, all key figures in Melogas's faction.

And these four familiar Great Demons of Lanci, using traditional ancient methods, were turned into Summons, sealed and hidden on Lanci's person, to ultimately deal with Rashar and to prevent Lanci from being alone.

Even though the four of them together could confidently win against one General, stall two Generals, facing a Ninth-order posed an unprecedented problem.

"Hah."

Third Ancestor Rashar noticed the forms of four Great Demons and tilted his head with a smile.

He truly didn't expect that the Pope would hide four Great Demons using such curious methods.

However, Rashar didn't show the slightest panic; instead, his expression relaxed further as though everything was under his control.

"Lankros, can you only rely on external aid?"

Rashar sneered,

"Even if you have hidden a few Great Demons on you, what does it matter? They are all the weakest among the Great Demons, and you've fallen to the Sixth or Seventh-order now, probably about to die soon."

He almost instantly gauged the strength of the four Great Demons.

Excessively weak.

Only the Ice Demon possessed battle strength similar to that of Lord Skeleton or Lord Mercury; the rest were just passable Great Demons.

As the Ninth-order Duke and an absolute superior, the Third Ancestor knew that the Eighth-order Demons' magic powers had nowhere to hide before him.\\

"Have you noticed something different between me and Lankros?"

Lanci, like giving a friendly tip to Rashar, asked.

"He seems to have not realized the severity of the problem."

Talia's thoughts spoke in Lanci's ear.

She felt too ashamed to meet her four old friends wearing Calila's new clothes, afraid that they would see through her, or that the state of being soul-connected to Lanci was too humiliating.

She was afraid her friends would misunderstand her without a proper explanation.

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Lanci now only needed Talia to embody protection without appearing herself.

Having used the Mirror of Tiberius three times, Talia knew all too well, only Lanci's attacks could carry the damage from the Power of the Sun.

In Rashar's eyes, if it were the Eighth-order Lanci, relying on a special attack might allow him to face the Ninth-order Third Ancestor Rashar alone for a while.

The only threatening Lanci at this moment was so weak he lacked the power to fight.

So, naturally, Rashar was sure to win.

To threaten Rashar, at least three or more Great Demon Generals working together would be required.

"Can you still undergo a metamorphosis before you die, Black Sun Lord?"

Rashar looked at the absent-minded Pope.

A feeling of puzzlement, a sensation of things going against his wishes, and a sense of being fooled as if fighting the air made Duke Rashar smile faintly.

Lankros indeed seemed a bit different.

Not only did he speak as if the True King no longer needed them, but he also constantly displayed an inexplicable sense of composure, all of which made Rashar fluctuate in blood pressure.

"I told you, I am not Lankros, if you really think the way to deal with Black Sun Lord will work on me, then you are making an irreparable mistake."

Lanci calmly spoke with Rashar.

With just a few words, Rashar became impatient.

Soon Talia's Demon Sound, topping Rashar's high spirit resistance, should be effective without any problem.

"Good, I will just eradicate you and these remnants of the Demon World once and for all, saving me the trouble of cleaning up the Demon King's Castle later."

As Rashar spoke, his figure suddenly stretched out a long streak in the air, his palms bringing about a sky full of phantoms over the Demons in front, his speed as swift as the Death God's summon in the night!

Calling four Civil Officials to face him was far too desperate a measure!

Rashar's sinister eyes deepened in color, deep enough to almost swallow all the light.