Don't confiscate my citizenship

When the ninth ancestor, Marquis Bernhard, transformed into a monster covered with eyeballs, the entire Soul Hall began to shake, the ground began to crack, and the stones on the walls began to fall off.

Countless ghosts poured out from the ground and the walls, emitting miserable screams and hovering over the hall.

The runes on the altar became brighter, and purple lightning flashed through them, crackling in the air. The stone pillars around the altar began to shake, and the chains wrapped around them rattled, making a harsh sound.

"The power you gain by devouring others does not belong to you after all."

The demon swordsman Ogrin drew a translucent dagger from his waist.

Every time he swung the blade, it was as if he was tearing space apart. Where the blade passed, reality almost cracked, and countless distorted scenes could be seen, like broken mirrors.

No matter how the Ninth Ancestor Bernhard's undead spirits rushed towards Wan Weiqing, the Wanwei sword energy blew them all away and could not hurt Wan Weiqing at all.

"Lord Wanwei! In my opinion, you ascetics are the most foolish. Give me your power."

The Ninth Ancestor, Marquis Bernhard, had densely packed eyeballs all over his body, and each of them was constantly moving. He opened his arms, and countless wandering souls poured out from his body and condensed, turning into a giant mouth and pouncing towards the great demon general, Lord Wanwei Ogrin.

"How can you bear my power?"

The weapon in Lord Wanwei Ogrin's hand has turned into a hammer, which is silver-white in color, and the tip of the hammer is flashing with lightning.

Facing Bernhard's dozens of demon eyes, he remained unshakable. He simply swung the blunt weapon down in the middle, sending lightning flying everywhere.

Every bolt of thunder can break the earth.

The ninth ancestor, Marquis Bernhard, was forced to slow down his offensive while in a state of paralysis and dizziness in order to prepare for the fatal counterattack that could be launched at any time by Lord Wanwei.

But the ninth ancestor Bernhard had endless innate spells to use, and soon he summoned several giant eyes in the sky again, and the cross-falling rays surrounded Ogrin.

Lord Wanwei Ogrin put the blunt weapon of thunder back to his waist and drew out a red sword. His skin turned deep red and his body seemed to be set on fire by the sword.

The flame on the sword in his hand also became extremely fluttering, and the blade flashed with a blazing red light, as if it was forged by flames.

Lord Ogrin of Ten Thousand Mights swung his sword, creating a burst of heat that raised dust and gravel for several kilometers in a straight line and turned them into black ash.

His attack was like dancing, yet it unleashed unimaginable destructive power.

The ninth ancestor Bernhard dodged Ogrim's attack, his eyes moving quickly around him, constantly looking for opportunities to attack. Whenever he found a flaw in Wanweiqing Ogrim, the ninth ancestor Bernhard would shoot out corrosive light rain from his eyes to attack Wanweiqing's vital points, but they were all blocked by Wanweiqing again and again.

"Ogryn, do you feel yourself getting weaker?"

Bernhard laughed wildly and suddenly opened his bloody mouth.

"Don't forget that this is my home Soul Palace."

Countless black tentacles from

Ogryn swung his Silver Moon Scimitar to cut off several tentacles, but more tentacles wrapped around him, scratched through his chain mail, and frantically sucked Ogryn's blood and vitality.

"So what? I can't kill you on your home turf."

Lord Wanwei Ogrin was finally hit by the ninth ancestor, Marquis Bernhard, and the wounds on his body festered instantly and continued to bleed.

But he didn't feel any pain. He frowned. He knew that if this trait of the ninth ancestor, Marquis Bernhard, was delayed for too long, it would be very disadvantageous to him.

He had to end the fight as soon as possible.

"Haha, no matter what, this is not the main battlefield that will decide the final victory or defeat."

The ninth ancestor Bernhard showed a cruel smile when he saw the state of Lord Ogrin of Wanwei.

He knew that if he delayed a little longer, Ogryn would completely become his prey and his eternal slave.

As long as the weak Pope Saint Polante is defeated by the third ancestor Duke Lachar, everything will be settled.

……

The central square of Blood Moon City.

The Blood King's divine fire that spread out from the Blood King's Palace danced wildly, but it could not harm the White-robed Pope at all.

Before he came here, he had already drunk a mouthful of wolf blood with violent vitality. As if under the protection of the Moon Goddess, he transformed into a wolf shadow to dispel the Blood King's divine fire for him, protecting him from the flames.

Perhaps the Wolf Wizard would have a better way to protect against the Blood King's Divine Fire, but the Wolf Warrior knows almost no magic. If one wants to use the power of a high-level Wolf Warrior to resist the Blood King's Divine Fire, the only way is to drink it directly.

Lachar wanted to kill the Pope from the beginning and tortured Pope Saint Polante to death.

Thousands of black mists poured out from the Blood King's Palace, circling in the air as if they had life. In the center of the vortex, dark red lightning crackled, illuminating Lachar's cold face.

"..."

Facing Lachar's attack, Lanqi was not moved at all. He was enveloped by the storm and was absolutely immune to Lachar's ninth-level magic attack.

He was dressed in the holy robes of the Pope, and his silver mask reflected dazzling light.

When possessed by Talia, he can exert a strength slightly stronger than the seventh level.

But it is still not enough in front of the third ancestor Lachar.

Lachar's eyes were like two black holes, bottomless, emitting endless evil and madness.

"Pope, is this all the strength you have left?"

The corners of his mouth curved up, as if he was mocking Lancroce's powerlessness.

As expected, the Pope still has some tricks up his sleeve that can allow him to have a brief resurgence.

But he believed that the Pope would not have to use this defensive measure many times.

And there are many more ninth-level magic attacks to come!

He couldn't think of any chance that the lonely Pope Saint Polante could turn the tables.

"Lachar, have you heard the story of the legendary sealer Asksan?"

When Lanqi was about to lose soon after entering the Blood King's Palace, he still did not burst out any power of the Pope, but just muttered to himself.

"baffling!"

Lachard didn't understand what riddle Pope Saint Polante was speaking in.

The Pope's aura was still low, and there was no sign of the invincible Pope Saint Polante at all. The defensive barrier around him quickly collapsed, and it looked like he was doomed to fail.

But at this moment, the four magic cards in Lanqi's sleeves also disappeared with the wind.

In the Blood King’s Palace Square, thunder and wind rose!

In the void behind him, four bolts of lightning reached the sky. In the next moment, everything could happen.

The orange light was blindingly bright, transforming into the first ray of light at dawn. The ancient covenant was awakened, and unparalleled power was born from the darkness.

In the black fog and lightning storm, the true forms of the four great demons appeared.

In the black fog, they looked like living beings and phantoms, and their shadows were extremely tall and terrifying. Only the gaze directed at the third ancestor, Lachar, was particularly clear and full of contempt.

Both are evil.

They come from a purer source of evil.

Four great demons appeared out of nowhere, and Ranchi behind them stood in front of a throne, looking down at Duke Lachar.

The blood mist was blocked by ice walls, and the compound barrier covering it caused it to shrink. The enemy mage's inverse operation was like an invisible net, entangled in Lashar's magic, deconstructing it layer by layer and turning it invisible. Finally, the remaining embers were swallowed by the abyss magic.

Although Lachar's attack was fierce, it was successfully resolved with the joint resistance of the four nobles.

Every step is the most correct choice.

The commander among the four great demons completed the analysis instantly and distributed the instructions to the other three great demons.

They stood in front of Pope Saint Polante in different postures, ready to fight with the third ancestor, Duke Lachar.

"Sinora, do you still need to close your eyes? Our Pope is wearing a mask."

Lord Pranay, who was finally awakened, was wearing a well-tailored demon world dress. The silver-gray pocket watch in her hand shone with a soft luster. She looked at her sister beside her.

"Little boys are the most disgusting."

Lord Sinora closed his eyes slightly, perhaps in deep thought, and did not hide his disgust for the Forefather of the Blood Clan.

"What if that black-haired, green-eyed Heng Heng turned into a child? Would you want to commit a crime?"

The Guardian Lord Antanas, with her striking burgundy short hair, joked with Shinora in a playful and lively manner.

Antanas was wearing a tight leather hunting suit as usual today, paired with knee-high boots.

Being sealed into a magic card made her feel depressed.

"Uh……"

Shinola hesitated.

She believed that as she was brought up in a prestigious demon family, she could just watch from afar without desecrating anything, but she was afraid that Talia would commit a crime in the name of tutoring.

Shinola has discovered that Talia's self-control is worse than they imagined.

"..."

The eyes of Lord Ice and Snow Artemis were as pale as ice blue. He stared at his enemy, Duke Lachar, and did not participate in the conversation between the other three great demons.

She's the only one who's serious.

She didn't understand the relaxation of these three old friends.

After all, what they are facing is a hidden ultimate powerful enemy from the shadow world, whose strength is far beyond the limit that they, the great demons, can normally handle.

Four days ago, Lanqi found the four of them after arriving at the Demon King's City Nakalis.

Except for the necessary Great Demons left behind to guard the Demon King's Castle, or the Great Demons that even Merogasi did not trust, the rest of the reliable Great Demons have been mobilized in full force to participate in the operation to exterminate the vampires.

Lord Skeleton, Lord Mercury, and Lord Wanwei are all the core members of the Merogas faction.

The four of them, the great demons that Ranchi was most familiar with, were transformed into summoned creatures using traditional ancient methods, and sealed and hidden in Ranchi's body, so as to deal with Lachar in the end and prevent Ranchi from being alone.

Even though the four of them combined could easily defeat one general and could hold off two generals, defeating a ninth-level general was an unprecedented challenge.

"Ouch."

The third ancestor, Lachar, saw the four great demon figures clearly and smiled with his head tilted.

He really didn't expect that the Pope had hidden four great demons on his body in a strange way.

But Lachar did not show any panic. Instead, he looked more relaxed, as if everything was under control.

"Lanclos, are you only able to rely on external aid?"

Lachar laughed sarcastically.

"Even if you still have a few great demons hidden in your body, what does it matter? They are all the weakest great demons, and you have fallen to the sixth or seventh level. I'm afraid you will die soon."