Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1216 - 802: Lanci’s Blood Moon Bad World Final - _4

Turn him into a grotesque Servitor?

And then... further transform him using the Demon Race's internal methods?

At that moment, he seemed to grasp the connection between Pranay's question and Lanci's words.

The time when the Fourth Ancestor Eduado disappeared, the Polante Empire had unveiled an unprecedented bomb that had intimidated them all.

Fortunately, it was later proven to be a deception by the Polante Empire.

Could such a bomb really be created?

And its key ingredient is the Ancestor of the Blood Clan?

"You can't do this! I am the Third Ancestor of the Blood Clan, damn it, you can't do this sort of thing!!"

Locked within the ice crystal, Rashal's eyes were bloodshot, veins bulging, furiously struggling with all his might, blood foaming at the corners of his mouth.

No matter how loudly Duke Rashal roared, it couldn't change the predetermined outcome.

Just the thought of becoming fuel to blow up a large number of Demon People was too much for Rashal to bear, an overwhelming sense of humiliation!!

"Join the glorious evolution, the focal point of the Blood Clan's evolutionary path is to become a bomb person."

Lanci injected that syringe into Rashal's neck.

"No, quickly pull this filthy thing out of my body..."

Rashal's voice became increasingly indistinct, nearly slurring his words.

He also began his demonization, his skin cracking as if it would tear apart, emanating an ominous dark purple glow from those cracks, until his fingertips gradually sharpened into fierce claws, and his ears started to elongate.

As the Curse's aura spread, Rashal's hair became disheveled and chaotic.

Lanci discarded the syringe and took a small mirror out of his pocket, placing it in front of Rashal for him to see his own reflection, silencing Rashal's voice instantly.

Rashal could hardly believe he had become so hideous.

"I thought you liked bio-modification."

Lanci deftly opened the contract scroll custom-made for True Night Sir back in the day, rendering Rashal powerless with the contract.

Rashal's crimson pupils gradually became vacant, and then completely extinguished.

"Every time it always has to be you to finish by turning up the flames."

Lanci looked at the last semi-transparent card in his hand, which seemed illusory and ethereal, existing between physical and non-physical states, with patterns flowing on it like the beating of a heart, flickering with an unstable sheen, trembling slightly, its frequency out of sync with this world.

"End the Blood Moon Bad World, wolf."

Until Lanci let it go.

The Magic Card became increasingly bright; unlike ordinary Magic Cards, it more resembled intertwined spirals, emitting a mystical majesty.

The released Magic Card's unraveling spirals separated from each other, the light around the vortex bent, attracted, torn apart, until it accelerated and solidified into a stable form, a rift cut in the center of the vortex, revealing the true form of the giant wolf.

The scarlet Runes, appearing and circling like a temporal fault line, roamed across its deep, dark body.

In the somber chasms of Blood Moon City Underworld, it unleashed opening-day red lines, each glowing, pulsating, a crack from another dimension.

With a swipe of its giant paw, Duke Rashal was gradually sealed into a blood-red twisted Magic Card, crackling with electric cocoons.

Lanci casually tossed the sealed Third Ancestor over his shoulder, where the leaping giant wolf caught it in its mouth and swallowed it.

"Master, please take the wolf up to the surface for me."

Lanci called out inwardly, turning his gaze to the Great Love Poet in her pure white form.

As a soul bound contract holder who could also trigger the Nuclear Fusion Wolf, having her detonate it meant the Nuclear Fusion Wolf would gain an additional boost from the Original Slabs fire.

"Alright."

Talia's heated face had calmed down considerably by now.

She used her telekinesis to lift the Nuclear Fusion Wolf into the air, soaring towards the skies over Blood Moon City.

"By the way, bring the Cat Boss along."

Lanci bent down, plucked Little Black Cat from the shadows, and tossed it toward Talia in midair.

In case Talia couldn't make it back to Blood Moon City, the Cat Boss could use its Immune Field to cover her for a while, ensuring her safe return.

"Thank you, Lanci."

Talia caught Little Black Coal steadily, saluted Lanci with her hand to her forehead, and sweetly voiced her thanks to him against her better judgment.

Even though she, like the Great Love Poet, possessed an Immortal Body, they could still feel pain.

It seemed Lanci had taken her words to heart.

Of course, it's also possible that from the very start, Lanci never dared to hurt her or let her die.

"So you really can act like a little girl after all."

Lanci, pocketing one hand, smiled and waved to the pure white Great Love Poet.

While normally hearing Talia speak like this might make him feel a bit sick, today's Talia was surprisingly girlish.

...

Much later.

At the very moment when Duke Rashal vanished, the entire Blood Moon City felt an unprecedented tremor.

The ground of Saint Trier above Blood Moon City suddenly began to shake violently, as if a giant hand was furiously shaking the entire city.

The deeply buried Blood Moon City could not escape this catastrophe either.

The rumbling noise erupted like muffled thunder, deafening.

The earth roared and bellowed, threatening to devour everything.

In the South Extinction Hall of Blood Moon City, Marquis Somerset and two Demon Race Civil Officials staggered, nearly falling over.

They had to halt their battle, struggling to keep their balance.

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The pillars within the arena were teetering, stones fell from the ceiling, crashing noisily onto the ground.