He clearly realized that Rashal's courteous treatnt of Lankros—a Honning man who had lost his holand—using the etiquette of Huo Ning Empire was undoubtedly an irony.
"Otherwise? Do you want to personally wipe you out when you're already so frail, almost... a Sixth-order? Or just wait for the last minute of your life to tick away, then feel your own powerlessness?"
Rashal's tone remained as gentle,
"To tell you the truth, I really don't have the heart to make a move against you."
Rashal narrowed his eyes into a smile and spread his hands.
But his movents were tinged with arrogance and unruliness.
That was the declaration of an absolute victor.
The three Marquises of the Blood Clan and the halls to the southeast and north were operating normally, and he would even receive the super high damage reduction buffs from the Blood King Palace. Even if the Pope had a trick up his sleeve to fight desperately for a short ti, it wouldn't pose a threat to him.
"Rashal, why does your True King not want you anymore?"
Lanci looked at Rashal, the Third Ancestor of the Blood Clan, with concern, paying no heed to Rashal's talk and abruptly changing the subject.
"...?"
In an instant, the veins near Rashal's temples began to twitch.
Veins on his forehead bulged.
"...you...say...what?"
Rashal's crimson pupils gradually beca fierce and then almost crazed as he asked, pausing with each word.
"You guys aren't abandoned failures, are you?"
Lanci gazed doubtfully at Rashal, the Third Ancestor of the Blood Clan, earnestly inquiring.
"Lankros, seeking death!!!"
Rashal shouted hoarsely.
His bursting palm commanded the blood mist, nurous deep red tendrils extended from the mist like venomous snakes, sweeping toward Lanci, attempting to drag the skeletal remains of Saint Polante Pope into the abyss of a blood-deep downfall from which there was no return!
...
Dozens of kiloters away at the southern side of Blood Moon City.
The Hall of Annihilation controlled by Marquis Sorset, the Eighth Progenitor.
The battle between the Marquises of the Blood Clan and the Great Demon Clan had already erupted.
This hall was like an endless coliseum, surrounded by pitch-black rocky mountains, and the blood-red gems on the rock walls sparkled with a strange glow under the dim light.
The bloodstones were engraved with the blood and bones of those who had once perished at the hands of Marquis Sorset, the Eighth Progenitor, and the air was filled with a suffocating sll of blood.
The open battlefield in the center of the hall was covered with winding cracks, from which fresh red magma seeped, flowing on the ground, and the land trembled in response to this battle.
Two Great Demon Clans stood back to back, engaging in a skirmish with Sorset, Marquis, and the strongest Martial Artist of the Blood Clan.
"Be careful, the topography of the Hall of Annihilation can conceal his moves."
rcury Lord Micheal's skin was silver, like a liquid tal life form, but she had the normal female figure of the Demon Race.
Good at Alchemy and Healing, she stood in front of Skeleton Lord Daimon Gate, vigilantly guarding against the Eighth Progenitor, Marquis Sorset, who may attack suddenly from any direction.
Behind her, Skeleton Lord Daimon Gate tall and slender, dressed in a black suit with silver fissure patterns embroidered on the hem, his black hair as smooth as satin, fluttering lightly in the wind of the hall, and his goat horns support the skeletal mask clinging to his cheeks.
"Micheal, just mind yourself, no need to block for ."
Skeleton Lord Daimon Gate's face was handso but cold, sharing thoughts of the Demon Race with rcury Lord Micheal, and glancing at the dim surroundings and that sneaky Blood Clan Ancestor.
Despite rcury Lord Micheal's ability to liquefy and resist many physical attacks, granting her excessive vitality, both of them after all had the bodies of Demon World Civil Officials, and rcury Lord Micheal could lose combat capability just the sa.
The mont the wind whistled in, Skeleton Lord Daimon Gate raised his palm, and amidst the surging black mist from the ground, undead Summons began to revive, forming a continuous line, and Micheal's Magic Power also twined around the Skeleton Legion, creating rcury flesh for the undead, blocking the punches from Marquis Sorset, the Eighth Progenitor, and surging towards him crazily.
"Having the strength of a General, yet you resort to sneak attacks."
Lord Skeleton looked at the Eighth Progenitor, Sorset, like he was looking at trash.
One of the most powerful warriors of the Blood Clan – Marquis Sorset, blocked by the Skeleton Legion.
He was tall and broadly built, nearly two ters high, his muscles as hard as fine iron.
"Heh heh, only the victor has the right to speak."
The Eighth Progenitor, Sorset's fists penetrated, lined with bulging veins.
Each of his punches carried the force of thousands, and the red light shadows shattered the rcury undead legion summoned by the two Great Demon Clan Civil Officials amidst sonic booms.
"Ugh!"
Facing such a formidable opponent, rcury Lord Micheal and Skeleton Lord Daimon Gate began to feel increasingly pressured.
They were still managing to defend against the Eighth Progenitor, Marquis Sorset's attack pattern, based on the intelligence given to them by Black Sun Lord before the battle.
Even so, it was very difficult for the two support-typed Civil Officials to confront Marquis Sorset, the Eighth Progenitor, head-on.
If they fell victim to a sneak attack from Sorset, it would be unimaginably bad.
After falling into Blood Moon City, the Civil Officials were supposed to complent a General to exert the strongest combat effect.
The Ancestor of the Blood Clan naturally wouldn't let them wish fulfilled.
A Spatial Barrier sent the two Civil Officials to the Hall of Annihilation, facing Marquis Sorset, the Eighth Progenitor, the most difficult adversary for those of the magical professions.
rcury Lord Micheal divided her Magic Power, blue light shot from her fingertips, enveloping the skeletons summoned by Skeleton Lord Daimon Gate, providing continuous Heal and protection to the Summons.
Skeleton Lord Daimon Gate would struggle to withstand Sorset's attacks for very long.
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