Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1215 - 802: Lanci’s Blood Moon Bad World Final - _3
"Let me show you the most beautiful Flower Fairy in the world."
Lanci raised his palm, his eyes serene without a trace of hostility or intent to fight, as if flinging flower petals, lightly granting this Orange Epic its freedom.
The last Servitor, which was also Lanci's only true Fateful Demon.
The most tumultuous moment in Blood Moon City Square.
It was as if the clouds had parted to reveal the sun, the Blood King Palace was bathed in ripples of light bequeathed by Shining Virtue.
Where the sunlight congregated, orange wings scattered, a demon girl had alighted upon the square.
It was an everlasting instant as if eternity itself had descended.
Her gown fell like white rose petals, carrying a captivating fragrance, as she made her appearance at the Blood King Palace.
"The legendary beauty, the Great Love Poet Lan Fu takes the stage!"
The voice of the Mad Love Demon King burst forth like a buzzing roar, making time flow once again, resonating throughout the square.
She forced her voice, imitating the Great Love Poet and unleashed the Demon Sound.
At Lanci's behest, having devoured the Great Love Poet, she was to help Lanci deploy the Demon Sound to control the scene as the Great Love Poet.
But Talia was afraid of being recognized by old friends as having become Lanci's Destined Familiar tied to his spirit, so she simply chose to follow through with her deception, completely posing as the Great Love Poet with a different skin.
"Pfft."
Lanci desperately covered his mouth.
His shoulders trembled, struggling not to let his laughter out.
He hadn't expected Talia to actually go through with it.
"Lanci, you are not allowed to laugh!!"
Talia conveyed urgently and aggrieved through her thoughts, her ears turning red with anxiety.
"A tribute to the legendary voice talent Talia, truly too maiden-like."
Lanci's inner voice trembled, apparently laughing so hard it hurt.
"I'm going to kill you, Lanci!"
Talia, while outwardly striving to maintain her performance, posing as the Great Love Poet and smirking beside Lanci, was inwardly on the verge of an out-of-body experience, shaking Lanci by the neck.
Following the descent of her Demon Sound, a storm of unimaginable changes brewed over Blood King Palace Square, as if the line between dreams and reality was about to topple and reverse!
The state of Third Ancestor Duke Rashar turned frenzied in an instant, as his consciousness blurred he felt his vision flicker between light and dark, as though he had suddenly slammed into a wall, stars bursting before his eyes, nearly losing consciousness, unable to recuperate.
After repeated tumults of the heart, any common creature would've long surpassed the slaying threshold of the Mad Love Demon King.
However, at this moment, even Rashar, the Third Ancestor at the Ninth-order stepping into the Divine Realm with his high resistance to Spiritual Magic, could not withstand the disturbance of the Mad Love Demon King.
Merely controlling Rashar for a short duration sealed his defeat.
In the blink of an eye, the four members of the Great Demon Clan split Duke Rashar into two halves.
"No, no...!"
When the Third Ancestor Duke Rashar came to his senses, trying desperately to wriggle and rejoin himself on the ground, he was slowed down by the freezing until he was nearly buried in this sea of light.
"Rashar, do you know how Duke Eduardo, the Fourth Ancestor, was sealed away back then?"
Pranay watched Duke Rashar and asked.
As he spoke, he turned his head, looking towards Lanci standing quietly to the side.
"...!"
Duke Rashar on the ground sharply narrowed his eyes, his struggle momentarily halting.
He couldn't guess what was happening but felt an inexplicable palpitation.
This fake Lankros had similar methods to Lankros yet also possessed fatal differences.
If his most adept Sealing Skill wasn't the Chimera Decree or Immortal Eternal Penalty.
Could there be other Sealing Skills? The Sealing Skill used to seal away the Fourth Ancestor Eduardo in this spacetime?
Duke Rashar had reached a dead end.
His blood mist was dispersed, no longer capable of resisting, briefly imprisoned by the ice to the ground.
Lanci took slow steps forward.
He pulled out a syringe from his pocket, marked with the trinity of holy radiance and the forbidden palm print of the Necalis Institute.
Lanci opened it, pushed the plunger, and watched droplets emerge from the needle's tip.
"Guess what research I and True Night Sir left behind in our secret laboratory on Naka Island?"
He asked the Third Ancestor Duke Rashar, his voice devoid of any ripples.
"True Night Sir? That dead Female Demon?!"
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Duke Rashar's pupils contracted with a flicker of fear.
He wanted to retreat, to escape, but his body was nailed in place by ice pillars, unable to move.
"She was no ordinary demon, but a true Demon Race genius. If she had lived longer, your demon-people toxin modification would be nothing."
Lanci injected the needle into Rashar's neck, who immediately felt a chill there.
"What is this?!"
When Rashar heard the mention of "demon-people toxin modification," his heart felt heavy.
Many images and scenes flickered through Rashar's trembling pupils.
Slowly, Rashar understood completely.
Why Lankros had caused chaos in the Holy Polante Theocracy.
Why he was backstabbed by Siegler, the Saintess second only to him.
Why he had played the fool, indiscriminately slaughtering throughout the Honing Empire's provinces before coming here.
All of it, everything, had only one answer: he, Rashar, had been played by Lankros.
Lankros, who had already known everything!
"This is something similar to what you gave to the residents of Honing, only this is higher grade, capable of causing the Blood Clan to mutate in a short period, beginning forced demonization."
Lanci explained to Rashar the effects of the reagent in his hands.
Duke Rashar paused briefly, stunned.
