Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1366 - 837: Do I Resemble the Saint Polante Pope?

Blood Moon City Central Square.

"Are you all discarded failures?"

Lanci asked sincerely.

Rashar seemed not to have heard clearly earlier and asked him to repeat it, so he did.

"Landry, courting death!!!"

Rashar roared hoarsely.

His outstretched palm manipulated the blood mist; countless crimson tendrils extended from the mist, sweeping towards Lanci like venomous serpents, ready to drag this reckless human into an eternal scarlet abyss!

"Why are you so angry?"

The figure in the deep gray coat stood unmoving amidst the blood serpents and sea of flames, showing none of the deathly panic Rashar had anticipated, merely stroking his right cheek with a sigh.

Apart from the understated Magic Power emanating from his body, as all surrounding attacks were repelled, the atmosphere seemed to freeze at that moment, with profound radiance transforming into millions of jet-black stars dancing through Blood Moon City, like a living, mesmerizing magical energy searing through the eyes and into the mind.

Weak beings lacking strong spiritual power, exposed to the soul-piercing aura for the first time, might instantly experience a lengthy journey that transcended their physical selves and the bounds of time.

Ultimately, they would collapse to their knees, utterly dazed, perhaps even shedding tears.

The swirling inscriptions did not belong to any known era; only those who had witnessed Divine Era relics could discern their significance—

This was the aura emitted by the Sealing Stone Tablet during its enchantments.

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Rashar froze momentarily upon seeing the brilliance of the Original Slabs.

According to information from Archbishop of Decay Fa Mo, the new holder of the Sealing Stone Tablet had replaced Bishop Askesan of Annihilation in the Northern Continent to become the newest Cardinal Bishop.

If Landry was indeed Bishop Kuang'ai, it would make sense for him to mingle with Bishop of Hegemony and Dimensional Bishop.

"That's right, this time, I've gained new power."

Lanci muttered thoughtfully under his breath.

"..."

Talia, within Lanci's mind, listened and hesitated about speaking.

Lanci's cryptic comment might sound meaningless to Rashar, but she felt Lanci had a plan brewing.

Earlier this morning, she melded with Lanci once again, reverting to the Mad Love Demon King, reacquiring all the traits of the Great Love Poet, hiding within Lanci's Soul Space, and channeling her being into him.

With Lanci already at the seventh-order, receiving her possession elevated him nearly to the eighth-order level. It was more energy-efficient than summoning her outright and also reduced Rashar's potential targets for attack.

"Master, if you have something to say, just say it. Your silence is making me uncomfortable."

Lanci sensed Talia's emotional state, communicating with her telepathically like he had done in the past when the Mad Love Demon King had bound herself to him.

Their mental exchanges were extremely efficient, capable of hurling dozens of messages at one another in an instant.

"Really, Lanci, you're in the mood to chat with me right now?"

Talia had decided to remain quiet and act as a mere tool of power for him for the time being.

To avoid distracting Lanci.

"I've never lost to him in a best-of-five match."

Lanci replied to Talia.

Lanci never felt any pressure about fighting Rashar.

If he had ever felt true pressure, it was always against Talia—escapable neither by fleeing nor resisting, ultimately succumbing to her overwhelming dominance on the ground.

"...I'm beginning to suspect—are you enjoying me riding you? Are you intentionally seeking it? You really are asking for it!"

Talia cursed him in his mind.

She trusted Lanci's lack of concern regarding Rashar, as this guy always seemed to casually accomplish several tasks simultaneously, making her lose track.

Countless black mist flowed out from Blood King Palace Square, seemingly alive as it swirled through the air. At the center of the vortex, dark red lightning crackled and illuminated Rashar's cold visage.

Through the onslaught, Lanci remained utterly unaffected, immune to Third Ancestor Duke Rashar's ninth-order spell, until its force faded away.

"No wonder—so you're actually the most powerful one among everyone here, and you managed to conceal it, Professor Landry..."

Rashar's initial outburst of rage gradually returned to composure after his brief venting.

Following the attack, he had roughly gauged the opponent's strength.

Upon his initial descent, the opponent still feigned being a seventh-order.

When the opponent revealed his immunity-enhanced sealing skill, Rashar no longer concealed his own Cardinal Bishop-level power.

If this truly was an eighth-order top-tier Sealer capable of defeating Askesan, then it was not merely an expendable ant to be crushed without effort.

That said, it only made the difference between killing him with a little or slightly more exertion.

"So Rashar, can you tell me why your True King rejected you?"

Lanci stared at Third Ancestor Rashar, entirely ignoring Rashar's words, solely intent on unraveling his own query.

"..."

Talia was long accustomed to how Lanci spoke during battles; it was always a case of talking past each other.

In a flash, the blood vessels near Rashar's temple began to twitch.

He forced himself to quell his rage.

Bishop Kuang'ai might indeed be such a manipulative Sword Tomb Bishop, but the more one faced such entities, the more imperative it was to maintain a serene mind.

"Professor Landry, though I don't know where you heard about matters regarding the Blood Clan's True King, if you wish to experience anguish surpassing death today, I shall grant it. However, before that, I have a question: Just what are you?"

Rashar raised his hand, gathering his vast ninth-order Magic Power, prepared to effortlessly take Landry's life, asking as he did so.

If Landry had come from the North, then his knowing about the True King was not entirely impossible.