Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

"Indeed, beauty belongs only to the strong, this defines the strong."

Antanas sighed as well.

When she heard that Sigrid had broken through the Piercing Cold Hall, she knew the Blood King Palace had already started to smoke.

"Marquis Somerset, the Eighth Primogenitor, did you enjoy yourself hitting my civil official?"

Sigrid's gaze fixed on Marquis Somerset in the distant ruins, with an intent to pierce through his soul.

The moment she appeared, the atmosphere of the entire Hall of Annihilation changed.

"Bishop of Hegemony..."

Marquis Somerset stood up from the rubble, his face turning pale, a flash of fear in his eyes.

He knew that this werewolf's power far exceeded his own, and even the strength he prided himself on couldn't compete.

This was an existence he could never hope to reach.

He contemplated venting his anger and having a confrontation with her, but when he saw Sigrid dragging the half-dead Heratier, his remaining rationality told him to flee the Hall of Annihilation immediately.

This being was a slaughter machine of the Blood Clan, too cruel.

The next second, Sigrid moved.

Before Somerset could even flee a few meters, she was already behind him.

She raised her right hand, fingers like blades, gleaming coldly, and stabbed toward Marquis Somerset's head.

Marquis Somerset was shocked, wanting to dodge, but Sigrid's speed was too fast, her momentum so overpowering he couldn't react.

With a bang, Sigrid's hand had already grabbed Somerset's head, slamming it down onto the ground.

"No, impossible!"

Marquis Somerset's eyes widened, disbelief clear as his voice filled with a despairing wail, unable to resist this woman's power.

"Your strength is worthy of arrogance?"

Sigrid sneered, twisting her wrist, with a chilling tearing sound, completely breaking Somerset's neck.

Marquis Somerset let out a shrill scream, his body twisting, ceaselessly struggling on the ground, unable to stop his destiny of physical deformation.

Three members of the Great Demon Clan stood at the back watching the battle.

They knew they could now think about how to celebrate Sigrid's victory shortly.

As expected, if Sigrid were in full strength, the three of them wouldn't need to act at all.

...

The distant north in the Hall of Annihilation.

The Fading Hall was already devastated, amidst ice and vines, Nedodichka and the Bingxue Witch were still draining each other.

But the atmosphere had already undergone a subtle change.

Nedodichka was still using vine magic to fend off the Bingxue Witch's attacks, yet her movements noticeably slowed, her gaze growing dim.

Her heart felt empty, with no interest left to continue this fight.

Now, she glances southward.

"It seems two Blood Clan Marquises have already lost..."

She murmured to herself.

Although she didn't know how these people managed it, they indeed seemed to miraculously align perfectly, and Rashal's aura was gradually weakening.

"No more fighting, it's meaningless."

Nedodichka suddenly waved her staff, used vines to strike back the Bingxue Witch, and conversed to herself, having withdrawn her rod.

The Bingxue Witch remained still, her revolving ice blades yet to dissipate.

Although Nedodichka's statement was quite willful,

it was not unreasonable.

For both sides, not fighting now was the best choice.

Nedodichka glanced at Almis, with an intention to confirm Almis's intent for combat.

Seeing Almis had ceased her aggressive intent, Nedodichka turned and drifted towards the sky of Blood Moon City.

"..."

The Bingxue Witch vigilantly watched the Withered Bishop Nedodichka, ensuring she was leaving instead of trickery.

If the Cardinal Bishops abandoned the Blood Clan at this moment, it would undoubtedly be good news for their side, nearing victory.

She no longer needed to waste time in a life-and-death struggle with the Cardinal Bishops.

The priority was to support other Blood Clan battlefields, whether it be Isatia of the Soul Hall or Migaya of the Earth Abyss Palace, they all needed other reinforcements.

Nedodichka's figure gradually shrank at the end of the Blood Moon City's night sky, finally disappearing into the cloudy night of the Fading Hall.

Not until Nedodichka's figure was completely out of sight did the Bingxue Witch exhale deeply, like finally shedding a heavy burden.

She surveyed the surrounding ruins, mixed emotions surging in her heart.

This protracted and bitter war finally ended in an unexpected way.

Compared to other battlefields, hers was the calmest and most relaxed.

"Miss Almis, your Fading Hall is closer to the northwest Soul Hall, but I want to ask you to go to the southern Earth Abyss Palace to help Migaya and take care of Hyperion, because once you arrive there, you can immediately end the battle for Migaya, whereas you're not suited to fight someone like Marquis Bernhard of high vitality at the Soul Hall."

A mechanical messenger perched on the Bingxue Witch's shoulder, relaying Abigail's request.

"Alright."

The Bingxue Witch immediately headed towards the southern sky.

She had long wanted to see Hyperion, and Hyperion needed her healing.

...

The bishop battlefield on the east end.

In the Ice Stagnation Palace, cold winds howled, and deep blue frost covered every inch of the ground.

Clear and sparkling ice spikes stood like blades, reflecting the array of crystalline monuments.

The air was filled with biting cold, freezing even one's breath.

In this icy world, two figures faced off against each other.