Don't confiscate my citizenship

A purple-red magic barrier quickly formed around the third ancestor, Lachar, blocking the light net outside.

The two magical powers collided violently in mid-air, causing a deafening roar.

The blood vessels on the back of Pope Saint Polante's hand trembled slightly as he tried his best to maintain the light magic.

But gradually, this collision was fruitless.

"The invincible Pope Saint Polante is no better than this."

The third ancestor, Duke Lachar, murmured.

A magic circle formed on the ground covering several kilometers beneath his feet, emitting magic power far exceeding the magic burst from the Pope just now.

The purple-red light spots all over the sky circulated wildly in the Blood King's Palace, transforming into giant red python chains that whistled towards the Pope's light array, causing the air to stagnate.

The silver-masked Pope cast a spell, quickly forming a rock-sealed shield in front of him.

During the clash between Pope Saint Polante and the third ancestor Lachar, fine cracks appeared on the rock shield, and it was shaky and in danger of crumbling.

Countless dazzling rays of light burst out from the Pope's body, interweaving into thousands of light wheels in mid-air, carrying a tremendous force, sweeping straight towards the third ancestor, Lachar.

The two destructive forces collided violently in the void, and the entire Blood King Palace erupted with a loud noise that shook the earth and sky.

The spells of both sides collapsed in an instant, forming the largest-scale control cancellation.

The Pope gasped as blood oozed from beneath his mask.

The third ancestor Lashar on the opposite side looked quite relaxed.

"Tired?"

The third ancestor, Lachar, shook his palms and asked frivolously.

The innate magic that Hei Riqing created for the vampires can indeed allow him to fight against the vampires across one level, and he can even kill the vampires instantly if they are at the same level.

But the problem now is——

The third ancestor, Lachar, seemed to see through the current state of Pope Saint Polante.

He didn't mind fighting with Pope Saint Polante as he wished.

But in his home ground, the Blood King Palace, we have to follow his rules.

The raging flames, the blindingly red fire like liquid, swept across the entire square, turning the dark Blood Palace Square into a crimson abyss.

The flames also began to burn Pope Saint Polante.

"Don't just stand there, come and entertain the guests together."

The third ancestor, Duke Lachar, turned his head and looked toward the sky meaningfully, with a smile on his lips, and shouted to the figures in the blood mist at the edge of the Blood King Palace Square.

"Then let's take revenge today and complain today."

At this moment, Pope Saint Polante had no time to react.

All he saw was a figure in front of him.

The figure had a frown on his face and a provocative smile on his lips. He was wearing a military uniform, which was torn apart when his power exploded.

His right hand stretched forward violently and hit Pope Saint Polante in the cheek, which would have set everything off in the next second.

When the explosion resounded throughout the Blood King's Palace, dust flew everywhere and Pope Saint Polante was knocked heavily away.

The violent force caused the inner wall of the Blood King's Palace where the Pope was trapped to collapse like a surging sea tide, and the collision was faster than thunder!

The impact created a strong wind, which blew the corner of the coat of the third ancestor Lachar, who was watching from a distance.

"Somerset, you really hate our Pope."

The third ancestor, Lachar, teased as he looked at the powerful vampire figure.

"I really can't understand why I lost to this guy in the first place."

The eighth ancestor, the Marquis of Somerset, clenched his wrists, making a creaking sound, and walked to the side of the third ancestor, the Duke of Lachar.

After Lachar had confirmed the Pope's condition, he dared to take the first step.

In the ruins of the Blood King's Palace in the distance, the Pope barely stood up, and the magic power around him seemed to turn into pure electric light, constantly causing electric cocoons to explode.

The Pope's profile was covered by shadows and firelight, part of the right side of the mask was broken, and his face was covered in blood, flowing down his cheeks.

The eighth ancestor Somerset was stared at by the emerald green eyes under the mask and couldn't help but shudder.

Before the Pope could catch his breath, the third ancestor, Duke Lachar, attacked again out of the blue.

Countless purple-red tongues of fire burst out from the ground and instantly bound the Pope tightly.

The pure electric light and magic power on the Pope's body became stronger and stronger, but those evil tongues of fire attached to him, madly sucking his power like bloody leeches.

In a blink of an eye, the eighth ancestor, the Marquis of Somerset, sneered as if to give himself courage and punched again.

The fist whizzed down with a tremendous force, the wind from the fist seemed to carry a temperature of tens of thousands of degrees, and blood rushed into the sky.

The Pope watched as the fist of the eighth ancestor, the Marquis Somerset, was about to hit him, and he knew that the defensive magic would only be disrupted and disintegrated by the third ancestor, the Duke of Lachar.

His magic power surged wildly again, and he chose to collide head-on with the eighth ancestor Somerset.

"You're bluffing! The Pope!"

The eighth ancestor Somerset laughed loudly, with hot blood flashing on his fist, and smashed it hard into the Pope's face.

Just as the fist was about to touch the Pope, the Pope's whole body glowed brightly, and magic power condensed into a bright white light beam around him.

The light prism continued to expand until it shattered into pieces, dyeing the world pure white.

A deafening roar echoed in the Blood King's Palace.

The blazing white light engulfed the figure of the eighth ancestor Somerset, blasting him away without a trace.

After the explosion.

There was silence for a long time.

"Damn guy..."

The eighth ancestor Somerset stood up from the blood mist. He almost turned into a bloody man. His whole body was burnt, and his teeth, gums and jawbone were exposed on his cheeks.

"Somerset, you are too careless. Even if he is very weak now, you can't fight him head-on."

The third ancestor, Lachar, commented with a smile.

"Come again."

The eighth ancestor Somerset looked at his bloody muscles and actually laughed.

Seeing the Pope's condition, he was sure that he was now capable of causing harm to the Pope.

"..."

The Pope's face was pale, and another piece of the silver mask fell off. He was trying hard to support his shaky body.

The blow just now was not a suitable move.

If the eighth ancestor Somerset acted as a meat shield and exchanged injuries with him, and the third ancestor Lachar interfered from behind, he would probably find it difficult to cope with it.

Just as the Pope put aside all distractions and continued this desperate battle.

A faint feminine fragrance wafted from somewhere.

"This farce needs to end."

A cold young female voice came from the blood mist. She appeared in the Blood King's Palace wearing a dark purple tulle dress.

She closed her eyes and pursed her red lips. Her eyelashes cast a shadow in the firelight, making the teardrop mole under her eyes more eye-catching.

The Pope had to look again at this new ancestor.

"We originally only hoped to wait until you died of natural causes, but we didn't expect you to come to us on your own initiative, Pope Saint Polante."

The vampire astrologer, the seventh ancestor, Marquis Helitier, spoke.

She can predict the future as well as provide healing and amplification.

With her presence, the injuries on the Eighth Ancestor's body that were burned by the light began to recover immediately.

At the same time, the magic power of the third ancestor, Duke Lachar, and the aura of power of the eighth ancestor, Marquis Somerset, began to rise.

"..."

The Pope's face remained expressionless beneath the gap in his mask as he looked at the three blood clan ancestors surrounding him in the crimson blood palace.

"How can I be left out of this kind of thing? I also want to try to see if I can devour the power of His Holiness the Pope."

Before the battle began, another voice floated out.

The blood mist condensed into the ninth ancestor, Marquis Bernhard, who was wearing an off-white silk shirt, a black velvet vest, and an emerald green bow tie around his collar.

His golden brown curly hair hung loosely on his forehead, slightly obscuring his red eyes.

He smiled and nodded to Pope Saint Paul, revealing a row of neat white teeth, as respectful as a gentleman inviting a guest to take a seat.

Of course, there was only one thing he had to do.

That is.

Please ask the emperor to go on the road.

In the Blood King's Palace, the divine fire howled, the dome was gloomy, and the blood moon hung high in the sky.

The vampire ancestors looked at the Pope.

The Pope stood alone, bathed in the pale red moonlight, still without saying a word.

His pupils seemed to be filled with determination, and his magic power rose to the extreme.

The peace that came at the end of three decades of war was nothing more than a false facade.

The blood clan will never repent, and the Horning Empire has been corrupted to the core.

The goal of the blood clan from the beginning to the end has been to retreat in order to advance, using the suffering people of the Honing Empire as a shield to deceive Pope Saint Polante and avoid his unstoppable power in this life. When his lifespan as a human being is exhausted, that will be the time for their blood moon to make a comeback.

They will then become more cautious and more ferocious.

There is no way a more dangerous human hero will be born, and there is no way the Horning Empire will ever try to save itself again.

They will become stronger having learned their lessons.

They want to completely enslave humanity and destroy the demon world.