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Lanci answered resolutely.
This might be his final battle.
Blood Moon City is protected by an imnsely powerful barrier, and during descent, one will inevitably be scattered across multiple spatial barriers. If no other Blood Clan mbers obstruct the path, reinforcents can be sent to other battlefields.
However, everyone's opponents are likely formidable enough to prevent anyone from disengaging and shifting to provide support elsewhere.
Lanci was sowhat concerned about Tolyado, as consuming mana right at the outset to forcibly send him to Third Ancestor Duke Rashar's location was vastly disadvantageous.
"Alright."
Tolyado stared at Lanci for a mont, his tightly furrowed brow relaxing.
Though the lightheartedness Lanci was accustod to seeing wasn't present in his gaze today, Tolyado's sense of purpose and mission reached its peak at this mont.
"You don't need to worry about . Go!"
Tolyado released Lanci's arm and gave him a firm push. As spatial magic power twisted, Lanci passed through the mirror, landing in a wholly unfamiliar domain.
The spatial gate closed, ceasing Lanci and Tolyado's ability to see each other.
"Thank you, Tolyado."
Lanci murmured to himself, continuing his solitary descent.
The buildings around him grew denser, each upside-down city pressing ominously toward him.
"Oh? So it's you who has co to the Blood King Palace?"
A mocking voice echoed in all directions, like a declaration from the gods.
Lanci knew this voice all too well, having heard it countless tis through the Mirror of Tiberius.
While the current danger and unknowns of Blood Moon City likely far exceeded those of its waning end-days in the Shadow World, where even a small misstep led to complete annihilation, Lanci was already prepared for battle.
If the subordinate halls guarded by Blood Clan Marquises couldn't be breached, the protective blessing provided to Duke Rashar in the Blood King Palace would remain intact, rendering Lanci incapable of harming Rashar.
Last ti, Blasphemous Lord logas and Wanwei Baron Ogrin were absolute powerhouses who helped Lanci decisively break through two halls. No matter how Marquis Heratier distributed forces, those two Great Demon Clan mbers would inevitably face weaker Blood Clan Marquises.
This ti, however, Heratier had far more flexibility.
Victory wasn't expected, and Lanci could only pray for his allies' safety.
...
Amid the void storms of Blood Moon City.
Tolyado descended slowly, stepping onto a glacially pristine surface.
Surrounding him were hues of black and blue.
If his perception wasn't mistaken.
He had arrived at the far eastern edge of Blood Moon City.
Even colder than the Piercing Cold Hall described in Lanci's intel, it hindered his movents significantly.
"Abigail, where am I? What's happening with the others?"
Tolyado used Sacred Communication Magic to contact Dinsional Saintess Abigail.
Only Abigail had the capacity to constantly monitor the situation across all areas by utilizing the locator tools and specialized combat record devices she had left with everyone.
Simultaneously, she relayed updates about progress rates and necessary reinforcents to the team.
"You were the first to land; the others haven't yet settled into their positions. You've reached the Ice Stagnation Palace at the far eastern edge of Blood Moon City, furthest from the camp—be extrely cautious!"
Abigail's voice ca through.
Though she often wished for Tolyado's demise, today her voice carried an unusual hint of urgency.
Heratier had maneuvered Tolyado into a deliberately complex position.
While Tolyado could open a portal and leave, the enemy's confidence in placing him here revealed they didn't fear his escape.
If he wandered off, it would certainly spell disaster for his comrades.
He had to stall here and hold off a dire enemy.
Before Tolyado could question Abigail further.
Within the Frozen Hall, a figure moved, each step resonating with an even rhythm.
The middle-aged man wore a dark green scholar's robe, adorned with a formal hat. His hair and beard were ticulously grood, exuding an elegant and composed deanor, as though war had never touched him.
"Tolyado, encountering you today is truly a surprise."
The dim light of the lamp held by Archbishop of Decay Fa Mo cast elongated shadows on his body and surroundings.
His excessively dark eyeliner added a heavy, sinister allure.
"If I could choose, I wouldn't want to fight you, Fa Mo."
Tolyado braced himself, preparing for combat.
Without healing abilities and with high mobility uncertain against Fa Mo's extensive area attacks, he was at a disadvantage.
Unaware of his allies' positions, Tolyado's only option was to stall Fa Mo.
Wherever Fa Mo went, devastation was inevitable; apart from Sigrid, only Tolyado could barely stand against him.
...
At Blood Moon City's northernmost region.
The Snow Witch stood alone, a silver chanical bird perched on her shoulder.
The pitch-black night shrouded what was once an opulent garden.
"Miss Snow Witch, be cautious. The unknown territory you've reached is likely the northernmost point of Blood Moon City, characterized by accelerated mana depletion. If your opponent is from the Blood Clan, the effect only applies to you; if not, it applies to both sides!"
Abigail's voice echoed around the Snow Witch's ears.
The faint moonlight pierced heavy cloud cover as fractured stone slabs wound through desolate flower beds, resembling pathways to chaos.
Scarlet wild grasses swayed in the breeze, brazenly overtaking ground that might have once belonged to roses, lilies, and hyacinths.
The dried fountain stood silently in the garden's center; its weathered statue face long decayed, leaving only distorted remnants.
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