Don't confiscate my citizenship

Once the vampires become hungry, they will all turn into blood bags.

Send all the residents of the capital away and prevent them from approaching the capital again, so that they won't be absorbed by the vampires like dessert later.

It’s just that Lanklos’s body is obviously more adept at mental or telekinetic magic, so Lanqi still has to use the wind to send him flying.

"Every time I summon the gods, I wonder how awesome it would be to be able to use true eighth-level wind magic."

Lanqi commented as if he had successfully experienced the ninth level.

"Are you a child..."

Talia thought that Lanqi's thinking was no different from the mentality of paying for childhood.

But then I thought that if Lanqi was a little kid, it might be a little cute, and she might fulfill his wish like a mother.

Forget it, I can’t think like that. It seems a bit criminal.

Suddenly, Lanqi seemed to be locked by several magical powers.

Just now, he displayed his magical powers, and just like last time, the vampire ancestors in the underground of Saint Trick discovered that he, Pope Saint Polante, had arrived.

"Why, you're still hesitating to welcome me?"

Without a moment's hesitation, he asked,

"Then I'll come on my own."

Lanqi, along with the voice, followed the magic power to grab the opening of Blood Moon City.

He took a step toward the south bank, and the scene around him suddenly changed.

The world was spinning around him, he felt a little off balance, and entered a certain barrier.

The surrounding buildings and trees fell rapidly upwards, and the sound of wind whistled in my ears.

He was falling downward at a very fast speed, and all he could see was the upside-down city.

Countless buildings seemed to be embedded in the darkness, upside down and tilted, completely ignoring the law of gravity. Gorgeous wooden buildings were embedded in castle-like stone walls, flashing a mixture of bright and scarlet light. The stacked houses were lined up in rows, interlacing into geometric patterns with concave and convex shapes and clear edges and corners.

"Your Holiness, why are you here?"

The teasing voice echoed around like a declaration from God.

The entire city seemed to stretch out toward the sky in despair, and then fall helplessly toward the center of the earth.

"Why, you don't welcome me?"

The Pope in a silver-white mask was hanging upside down with his hands behind his back, falling freely towards the Blood King's Palace.

He had removed his disguise and was ready for battle.

"Haha, of course you are welcome, but I wonder if His Holiness the Pope will still be as aggressive as he is now."

The First Ancestor's voice sounded in the darkness like a phantom.

After dancing for an unknown amount of time, he was enveloped by an extremely large palace.

The wide corridor in front of him suddenly disappeared and reappeared somewhere else. The door of the room suddenly shifted, leading to a completely different space. The stairs wound around and around, with no end. The doors on both sides of the long and narrow corridor kept opening and closing, revealing a horrifying scene. The surging sea of ​​blood was pitch black, as if it could swallow everything.

Suddenly, a gorgeous sliding door opened in front of him.

He crossed and his fall began to slow.

Lanqi glanced around and slowly landed in the center of the palace's circular square.

Thirteen huge stone pillars stand around the square, each of which is engraved with a gem totem corresponding to the ancestor.

"Welcome to Blood Moon City, Pope Saint Polante."

In the bottomless fog at the edge of the Blood King's Palace Square, the owner of the voice gradually appeared.

The third ancestor, Lachar, has a handsome face, skin as white as porcelain, and soft brown hair that falls to his shoulders.

He was dressed in a pure black velvet suit with the golden coat of arms of the noble family of Horning embroidered on the lapel.

The third ancestor, Duke Lachar, at first glance, seems to be just a rich little boy from St. Trinian, but when you look directly into his eyes, you will find that his red eyes are bottomless, revealing an age far beyond his appearance.

"I didn't expect you to come here. It looks like you want to cause trouble for us law-abiding vampires today?"

The third ancestor, Duke Lachar, had a faint smile on his face.

"As for the remaining few, stop hiding and come out."

The Pope in the silver mask did not say a word to the Third Ancestor. He looked at the fog behind him and locked his eyes on the other ancestors.

A blazing white lightning burst out from his palm and shot straight into the sky, making the entire Blood Moon City as bright as day. Countless bright spots of light quickly gathered in the air and turned into a giant lightning net, covering the Blood Moon City from all directions.

"Don't start right away, Your Holiness."

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

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

Pope Saint Polante kept his hand motionless, maintaining the light thunder.

But gradually, this collision was fruitless.

"Oh, even the invincible Pope Saint Polante is no better than this."

The third ancestor, Duke Lachar, sneered.

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 did not answer, but cast a spell to quickly form a rock seal 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, and the Pope's mask slowly fell down.

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

"Alas, Pope, you are still the same as always. You don't understand what people say. You are so weak, but you still don't understand the situation. Do you really think you are still the invincible Pope Saint Polante?"

As if confirming the Pope's current weakness, Lachar shook his head.

The fact that the Pope could fight him on equal terms with the power of the sun meant that, as the divination indicated, the Pope was not far from death.

"..."

Lan Qi remained silent.

"Lanqi, you're such an actor! You're really going to fight exactly the same as you did last time, right?"

Talia asked Lanqi in her heart.

As we all know, you have to make a nest before fishing. It would be bad if you scare away the other blood clan ancestors.

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.

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

"Die, Pope!"

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. His military uniform was torn apart at the moment his power exploded.

His right hand stretched forward violently and almost hit Pope Saint Polante in the cheek.

When the explosion sounded throughout the Blood King's Palace, dust flew everywhere and the figure of Pope Saint Polante flashed and he barely managed to dodge it.

He looked very disheveled, but actually there was not a speck of dust on the corners of his clothes.

Before he could completely land on the ground and stand firmly, a faint feminine fragrance began to waft towards him.

"Don't be careless, Somerset. Even if he just fell from the ninth level, you are no match for him."

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

"Four years ago, he had just reached the ninth level and sealed the second ancestor, Prince Salvatore, and the fifth ancestor, Duke Mordecai. It was then that we decided not to provoke him again."

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

The seventh ancestor, Marquis Helitiel, reminded the eighth ancestor, Marquis Somerset.

The moment she appeared, the magic power of the third ancestor, Duke Lachar, and the power aura of the eighth ancestor, Marquis Somerset, began to rise.

"We gave this short-lived creature mercy and a dignified end, but that doesn't mean he can come to Blood Moon City to provoke us."

Before the battle began, another voice floated out.

"Your Holiness, you look delicious."

The blood mist condensed into the ninth ancestor, Marquis Bernhard. He was wearing an off-white silk shirt with a black velvet vest on the outside and an emerald green bow tie at his collar. His golden brown curly hair hung loosely on his forehead, slightly covering his red eyes.

He walked towards Pope Saint Paul with a smile, revealing a row of neat white teeth, as respectful as a gentleman inviting a guest to take a seat.

The divination of the seventh ancestor, Helithiel, was absolutely correct.

The Pope probably only has one or two days to live. Perhaps he has discovered something and came to St. Terrick alone in a rage.

The four ancestors looked at each other from a distance, all looking down at Lanqi.

"Why does His Holiness look so quiet? Does he realize what will happen to him next?"

The third ancestor, Lachar, asked from a distance.

"No, I'm just glad you all came to see me so enthusiastically."

Lanqi showed no expression under the silver-white mask. He put his hands behind his back and raised his head slightly.

"To be honest, I don't quite understand your impulsive behavior of coming to Blood Moon City alone. It was really a stupid move."

The ninth ancestor, Bernhard, paced in the square of the Blood King's Palace. As a vampire scholar, he seemed most interested in talking to the Pope.