Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1212 - 801: Not Black Sun Lord, It’s Madly in Love Lord_10

In the resurging storm, the Immune Field not only sheltered the four members of the Great Demon Clan, light began to flow out of the dark singularity.

Lanci's palms swirled with a void resembling the birth of the universe, and in an instant, the dazzling light of the midday sun filled the entire Blood King Palace Square, dispelling the dark night and transforming it into a pure white world of light!

This light was so intense, as if to burst through glass, causing the rose windows of the Blood King Palace to shatter, and even coating the castle of the Blood King Palace with a layer of rainbow mist.

The moment the sun unleashed its dazzling light over the Blood King Palace Square, the entire Blood Moon City was tinged with it.

Even in the Hall of Annihilation, Piercing Cold Hall, and Soul Hall tens of kilometers away to the southeast and north of Blood Moon City, the weak light of the sun could be distinctly felt.

Blood Moon City Hall of Annihilation.

The Eighth Ancestor Marquis Somerset was fiercely battling Mercury Lord Mishio and Skeleton Lord Daimon Gate.

The sound of shattering rocks and the booming of exploding magic were incessant, the whole hall seemed like it could collapse at any moment.

But at that moment, a faint light suddenly penetrated through the arena.

Though the light was faint, it appeared particularly striking in this perpetually dim hall.

Marquis Somerset keenly noticed this natural light, akin to an archenemy.

He suddenly turned, his face full of disbelief.

"What is this?"

Marquis Somerset muttered to himself.

The light of Lankros—

How could it shine so far?

Even though this distance wouldn't affect him, Somerset, he instinctively felt a sense of dread.

It was as if at the horizon's end, dawn was breaking, heralding the rise of an unstoppable sun.

The heavily injured great demons, Mercury Lord Mishio and Skeleton Lord Daimon Gate, were also very surprised, but there was a trace of realization on their faces.

"It seems, the outcome over there is about to be decided."

Mercury Lord Mishio said in relief.

"Haha, Marquis Somerset, who do you think was really holding whom back?"

Skeleton Lord Daimon Gate nodded, his eyes twinkling with mockery.

The Eighth Ancestor Marquis Somerset, upon hearing their words, his face immediately darkened.

"No, this can't be!"

Somerset clenched his teeth, his voice filled with frustration and anger, roaring as if to embolden himself as he charged at the Mercury Lord and Skeleton Lord.

Far to the north, in the Soul Hall.

The Ninth Progenitor Marquis Bainhardt, upon seeing that light, a flash of panic surprisingly crossed his ferocious face.

He instinctively stepped back, as if the light would scorch him.

Just a moment of astonishment allowed Wanwei Baron Oglin to behead him.

East side of Blood Moon City.

The battle in the Piercing Cold Hall between Marquis Heratier and Blasphemous Lord Melogast also paused momentarily due to the sudden appearance of the light.

Marquis Heratier looked at the light, her expression fluctuating between astonishment and despair.

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She could feel it.

The light contained a power she had never seen before!

For an Astrologer, anything beyond understanding is termed as out of control.

Lankros was supposed to be on the verge of death.

How could he possibly radiate a new dawn's light at this moment?

"Alright, you successfully blocked me, and I've come to terms with it."

Blasphemous Lord Melogast clenched his palm, his knuckles popping,

"Might as well stay here with you in mutual affection. I've always heard that the body of a Marchioness is very robust, impossible to break however much you try..."

Her expression turned demonic as she approached Marquis Heratier.

...

A sphere of light, like a bright tomorrow, rose above Blood King Palace Square.

Under its benevolence, even the cold ground began to warm up.

"Rashar, I am not Lankros, I will be the one who will return here to battle you again after tens of thousands of years, hoping you can entertain me a bit by then."

The radiant white light shone on Lanci's face, carrying his words.

Duke Rashar only felt his brain almost smashed by this thunderously calm voice, as if placed in a noon with reversed day and night!

He could hardly believe how Lankros could summon such a vast expanse of the Power of the Sun at midnight!

"You are not Black Sun Lord, who are you!!"

This moment, Duke Rashar would rather believe that the light hurting his eyes was just an illusion, but the brutal truth was, his strength instantly weakened to a mere tenth of its entirety.

A homologous polymorph of Lankros' power, yet starkly different.

The difference in the properties between the two was a crucial and deadly disadvantage.

"If I were from the Demon Race, then my title... would probably be..."

Lanci pondered and answered.

Since the marks of the Great Love Poet on him had been swallowed by Talia, causing Talia to turn into the Mad Love Demon King.

If his true name as a demon could appear.

That would probably be——

"Baron Mad Love."

He snapped his fingers.

"Baron Mad Love... what is that?!"

Rashar, the Third Ancestor, had never heard of such a demon in history.

He couldn't accept the existence of this overly absurd aberration!