Don't confiscate my citizenship

This time, Talia saw a lot more options when she followed Ranch.

Try to go to the provinces along the southern route of the Honing Empire as much as possible.

Lanci chose to intervene personally.

Then everything slowed down.

He seemed to have woken up from a dream, gained freedom of movement, and stood on the observation deck high above St. Trik as if he were actually there.

Looking around, I saw myself wearing a casual vest, standing on the top of the Moonlight Tower.

"Hey, are you afraid of Pope Saint Polante?"

Lanqi turned around on the observation deck and asked the residents who were visiting the Moonlight Tower.

"The Pope? The guy who wreaked havoc in the Horning Empire?"

"The blood clan has been protecting us all the time. There's nothing to be afraid of about local unrest. Haha."

The customer at the open-air cafe on the observation deck answered generously, his tone full of trust in the vampires.

"Do you really think so?"

Lanqi asked calmly, with a hint of doubt and inquiry.

"Those damn guys from the Holy Spirit Church always like to smear the vampires, but we won't believe their lies! Look, this time it's the Church's fault again, and the vampires have been protecting us all along."

A middle-aged man in elegant clothes said indignantly, his face full of dissatisfaction with the Theocracy.

"Even the Pope himself is not clean, how can the Holy Spirit Religious State be a good thing?"

Another middle-aged man with a resolute look clenched his fists and spoke in a decisive tone.

"Indeed, the Pope is not a good guy this time."

Lanqi listened quietly to the words of these people from the Horning Empire, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he even agreed.

He vividly recalled how they had become puppets of the vampires, and the way they were manipulated by the vampires remained unchanged.

But at this moment, he had no other emotions in his heart except compassion.

He gently raised his fingertips.

The upside-down sunset.

Purifying light.

Gradually falling from the sky.

Even all the sounds in the world are hidden in the blank space and the roar.

In the fire that destroyed everything, only the evil silver-white mask was clearly visible.

The figure wearing the casual vest disappeared again and returned to the true form of Pope Saint Polante.

When the explosion sounded again.

The gust of wind has already blown across the entire city-state of Saint Trik!

The asphalt land of the city-state turned black and instantly turned into steam. The clear lake was evaporated by the high temperature of the explosion, leaving only a dry riverbed and dead silence.

The towering towers, bustling markets, and magnificent temples of the past were all reduced to ashes. Even though the incredibly destructive explosion had ended long ago, the light in the sky was still obscured, leaving only a dim glow.

On the ground, lava-like flames spread everywhere, and heat waves swept around, making the air unbearably hot. At the location of the original landmark building, the Moonlight Tower, there was an unnatural pit with an immeasurable depth, filled with a pungent smell of smoke.

Only the sound of the wind was singing, as if mourning for all this, or as if the suffering souls trapped in this dead city were finally freed and heading for the land of heaven.

At the center of the explosion, the scorching heat waves still did not stop, and the soil at its edge was still undulating with red light as if breathing.

The entire city of Saint Terrick was empty, with only the lonely figure of the white-robed Pope standing in the center.

"Are you paying tribute to the Bishop of Destruction this time?"

Talia discovered that Ranch particularly liked to use the moves of his teammates and former enemies.

Compared to light magic, Lanqi prefers to use magic of other attributes after practicing.

This sometimes makes him look more of a villain than a villain.

"This magic can perfectly simulate the destructive power of an eighth-level warrior who is desperate and desperate. Besides, I already know this move."

Lan Qi shook his head.

"Can your nuclear fusion wolf produce such an effect? ​​Why don't we set one off in Brillda during the next National Day celebration of the Kremlin Empire?"

Talia had never seen the power of Lanqi's nuclear fusion wolf in actual combat.

"No, no, no, this thing can't be kept in Brillda."

Lanci firmly rejected the proposal.

If the current nuclear fusion wolf is detonated by Talia, it will also benefit from the double bonus of the sealing slate and the flint slate, and he himself cannot estimate its power.

At most, threaten the enemy when necessary.

Sometimes, the most useful thing is the bomb that doesn't explode.

"..."

Talia was about to say something but stopped herself. Although this boy was very principled, he still had the mindset of a terrorist.

At this moment, Lanqi's body was suddenly locked by several tangible magical powers.

The sound of his magic alarmed the vampire ancestors in the underground of Saint Trick.

Just as in the previous two weeks, the First Ones found Saint Polante the last pope.

"It's time to open the door for me."

Lanqi looked at the scorched earth of St. Trik from a distance and muttered silently.

Before he could wait any longer, the scene around him suddenly changed.

The world was spinning around him, and he fell into a strange enchanted space.

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

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

Countless buildings are inserted upside down into the pitch-black night, wantonly subverting the laws of gravity. The buildings are staggered and interlocked, and the stacked houses outline a geometric pattern with sunken sides on all sides, like a carefully arranged three-dimensional Rubik's Cube maze.

The entire city stretched out desperately towards the sky, and fell helplessly towards the center of the earth.

"Your Holiness, are you so angry today?"

The teasing voice echoed around Lanqi, like a declaration from God.

Lanqi smiled without saying anything under the silver mask.

He hung upside down, his white robe fluttering, and fell freely towards the Blood King's Palace.

"Lancros, I've been looking forward to seeing you these days. I feel really awkward that you didn't inform me in advance when you came."

The mocking voice of the Third Ancestor, Lashar, lingered in the darkness like a night ghost.

After dancing for an unknown amount of time, Lanqi was enveloped by a palace.

The wide corridor in front of him disappeared from time to time and reappeared somewhere else. The doors of the rooms continued to shift, leading to completely different spaces. The stairs wound around and around, endlessly. The doors on both sides of the long and narrow corridor kept opening and closing, and a surging sea of ​​blood flowed out, as if it could swallow everything.

Suddenly, a gorgeous sliding door slowly opened in front of Lanqi.

He crossed without hesitation, and his fall began to slow.

Lanqi looked around and slowly landed in the center of the circular plaza of the Blood King's Palace.

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

A handsome boy slowly walked out of the blood mist. He was the owner of the voice and bowed to Lanqi as a farewell performance.

He has a handsome face, skin as white as porcelain, and soft brown hair that falls to his shoulders.

The pure black velvet suit brought out his extraordinary temperament, with the golden crest of the Horning noble family embroidered on the lapel. At first glance, he seemed to be just a pampered young master of a wealthy family, but if you gazed into his ruby-like eyes, you would find that they contained a wealth of knowledge far beyond his apparent age.

"Now that you have successfully fought your way to Blood Moon City, you may have learned something about the demons. How do you feel?"

Duke Lachar's mouth curled up slightly, with a hint of amusement in his eyes.

"I feel good."

The Pope in the silver-white mask looked straight at the fog behind Lachar with a sharp gaze, locking onto the positions of the other ancestors.

A blazing arc of fire burst out from his palm and shot straight into the sky, instantly illuminating the entire Blood Moon City as bright as purgatory.

Countless brilliant flames gathered in the void and turned into a net of purgatory, covering the Blood Moon City from all directions.

"Don't start a big fight right away, Your Holiness. There are many more surprises to come."

Duke Lachar sneered.

A purple-red tortoise-shell-shaped magic barrier quickly formed around Lachar, blocking the fire net outside.

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

Lanqi stood still, continuing to cast light and fire spells with the back of his hand.

But gradually, this confrontation seemed to have reached a stalemate.

On the ground within a range of several kilometers, a grand magic circle took shape under the feet of the third ancestor Lachar. The magic power it exuded was far greater than the power just unleashed by the Pope. The purple-red light spots in the sky were flowing wildly in the Blood King's Palace, turning into blood-red giant pythons, whistling towards the Pope's light circle, causing the air to stagnate.

Lanqi remained silent, increased his spell output, and quickly built a rock sealing shield in front of him.

Even facing the full-strength attack from Duke Lachar, the rock shield remained motionless, only fine cracks appeared on the surface, spreading like a spider web.

The next second, countless dazzling lights burst out from the Pope's body, interweaving into thousands of light wheels in mid-air, carrying a tremendous force, and crushing straight towards Lachar.

The two destructive forces collided violently in the void, and a loud noise that shook the earth and sky erupted in the entire Blood King's Palace. In an instant, the offensive of both sides was offset and the situation returned to calm.

"Alas, Lanclos, you are so weak now, do you still think you are still the invincible Pope Saint Polante?"

Lachar had just finished a fight, but he seemed calm and composed, with a playful smile on his face.

The Pope slowly lowered his hands, his expression dim and unclear beneath the mask.

"Lanqi, have I watched this part three times?"

Talia though believed the details were different each time.

But the openings of the three simulations were similar.