"It's over."
Sigrid lifted a foot and stomped heavily on Heratier's chest, causing Heratier to spit out another mouthful of blood.
"Losing to a ruthless barbarian like you is truly a disgrace..."
Heratier barely raised his head, his face obscured by blood, making it impossible to see his expression.
"Do you really think soone like , a Cardinal Bishop, is anything good?"
Sigrid snorted coldly and stomped down hard.
Crack! The sound of Heratier's bones shattering reverberated through the Piercing Cold Hall, almost heralding the end of this brutal battle.
"Abigail, I've succeeded here."
Sigrid raised her hand to catch the chanical ssenger, which landed on her fingertip, and spoke to Abigail.
"That's great, Miss Sigrid! Quickly head to the Hall of Annihilation to assist Antanas and the others, and capture Marquis Sorset, the Eighth Progenitor, as well!"
Abigail's excited voice rang out.
"No problem."
Sigrid withdrew her foot, lifted the half-dead Marquis Heratier, and transford into a silver cot speeding westward across the sky.
...
Blood King Palace Square.
"Lanci, over at Piercing Cold Hall, Rashar will soon break free from immunity, allowing us to strike at his condition."
Abigail swiftly shared the latest offensive updates with Lanci.
Whenever a palace guarded by any marquis is breached, it signifies that the Blood Moon City protection over Rashar at Blood King Palace will temporarily lose effect, making Rashar vulnerable!
"Alright."
Lanci received the communication.
As the words were spoken, he watched as Rashar, the Third Ancestor, left a long streak in the air, and the myriad phantom images moved towards him with his hand!
But at this mont, Lanci no longer intended to resist or dodge.
Deep red filled Rashar's frenzied eyes, almost devouring all the light.
He had long ago beco bloodthirsty, fighting Lanci as if venting his frustration.
"Rashar, it's ti to end this."
Light began to surge out from the dark singularity.
The void in Lanci's palm, like the birth of a universe, gathered and condensed. Instantly, the dazzling midday sunlight filled the entire Blood King Palace Square, dispersing the dark night into a pure white world of light!
This blazing light seed to shatter glass, causing the Rose Window of Blood King Palace to explode outward, even the castle of Blood King Palace was bathed in a layer of iridescent glow.
As the sun cast its dazzling rays over Blood King Palace Square, the entire Blood Moon City was imbued with its glow.
Even miles away at the Hall of Annihilation, Piercing Cold Hall, Soul Hall, Ice Stagnation Palace, and Fading Hall, one could sense the faint sunlight.
South side of Blood Moon City.
The battle between Marquis Ulysses, the Tenth Ancestor, and Migaya above the crimson abyss and the black forest also paused due to the sudden brightness.
Marquis Ulysses gazed at the light, confusion mixed with fear continuously erging in his eyes.
Although the light was too distant to threaten him.
He could feel it.
This light contained a familiar power!
And it was precisely this power that had unexpectedly bound him in the Demon King Palace's hall in the past.
"No, impossible, why has he returned, he's here in this era?!"
For Ulysses, such incomprehensible events were nearly synonymous with losing control.
Lankros should have died tens of thousands of years ago.
How could he suddenly bloom with similar brilliance at this mont?
"Do you need to use Dark Magic to shield you from the sunlight?"
Migaya watched Marquis Ulysses with uncertain expressions and hesitated slightly before asking him.
This gentle deanor made Ulysses stiffly turn his head.
"...What did you say?"
Ulysses, at that mont, felt there were too many things he couldn't comprehend.
His brow furrowed, his mouth began to tremble, and following a mont of speechlessness, emotions he couldn't suppress exploded forth.
"Didn't your Blood Clan hope I could protect you with Dark Magic?"
Migaya opened her arms like a mother, expressing her willingness to care for the Blood Clan.
"Why would you spend all this effort fighting , rely to humiliate ?"
Ulysses clutched his chest, pain welling up sweetly in his throat, and angrily questioned.
He could no longer deceive himself after fighting for so long; Migaya's effortless appearance wasn't a facade—it genuinely didn't feel pressured facing him.
"Haha, I don't feel I've exerted any effort at all."
Migaya finally laughed aloud, as if she could no longer bear to continue pitying Ulysses.
"Migaya...!"
This voice made Ulysses feel as if his insides were torn apart,
"Migaya!!!"
Ulysses dashed forward in a frenzy, wanting to challenge this cursed Cardinal Bishop.
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