Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

In the beginning, he could never understand the idealistic power that justice partners in those fairy tales possessed, enabling them to passionately overcome their final formidable foes.

Now he understood.

It turned out this was the power of everyone united.

It was truly overwhelming.

"Lankros! Damn your power of friendship!"

Rashar, the Third Ancestor, was at the brink of collapse both mentally and physically, all he knew was that Lankros had completely lost it.

The magical defense around Rashar grew increasingly feeble, and the blood mist became thinner and thinner.

His face was as pale as paper, blood trickling from the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Even so, he gritted his teeth, refusing to concede.

In his perspective, as a Duke Ancestor of the Blood Clan, being defeated by Lankros, a seventh-order being, and Calila, an eighth-order being, was a great humiliation.

Until nearly a minute later when the protection of Blood Moon City was restored, Rashar distanced himself in a state of severe discomfort.

With no other choice, Rashar could only redirect his focus, taking the offensive as a form of defense by directly attacking Lanci, seizing the moment when Lanci was switching the target of the Immortal Eternal Penalty to buy himself a breather!

"Don't even think about hurting him."

Just as Talia intended to head back, she once again stood in front of Lanci, obstructing Rashar.

"You all can die together!"

Rashar gathered the remaining blood mist, transforming it into dozens of gigantic claws, reaching for the two of them.

Talia's magical power weaved a net-shaped spiritual shield in the air, and Lanci, in perfect sync, didn't retract the sun. The scarlet claws clashed with the shield, the blood mist at the tips splattered, and were pushed back.

Rashar's attack was unexpectedly deflected by the perfect collaboration between Talia and Lanci.

However, at this moment, Rashar had no intention of pressing the attack, seemingly achieving his goal by pushing the two back.

His bloody hand made a slash in the air, opening a vertical line in space like a zipper. Utilizing the authority of the Blood King Palace's master, he opened an exit for forced evacuation from Blood Moon City, the other end of which connected exactly to the ground in Bulida City at dusk!

By now, he wasn't foolishly hoping the Marquis could withstand the opponent's siege, giving Lankros a chance to defeat him.

"Don't run! If you dare, don't run!!"

Seeing this, Talia rushed towards Rashar, aggressively shouting.

Rashar was unmoved by Calila's taunt, entering the spatial rift without looking back, returning to the Bulida City area, causing a stir of panic and chaos among the citizens on the street.

Seeing this, Talia also tried to pass through the quickly closing rift, intent on capturing the fleeing Rashar.

"Tata, don't chase."

Lanci ordered Talia, who halted before the spatial rift.

In an instant, the rift disappeared without a trace.

"But, we worked so hard to get him half-crippled, how can we let him escape now!"

Talia rushed back in front of Lanci, anxiously saying, her fists clenched.

"It's almost five o'clock. Engaging recklessly on the ground would likely result in us being suppressed by the city defense barrier and then surrounded by the War God. It's unnecessary."

Lanci raised his hand to let the Mechanical Messenger land on his wrist, checking the time, and spoke to Talia.

Initially, they were delayed quite a bit due to Blood Moon City's excessive external support.

Being able to step by step turn the situation around from the brink of disaster, forcing Rashar to abandon his ancestral land and flee, was already the result of a collective effort.

"What about Rashar? Once he returns to the surface, he'll regain control over the War God, and by night, he'll recover to the ninth order."

Talia bit her lip, questioning Lanci.

Seeing that Lanci wasn't too worried, she gradually calmed down a bit too.

Not all War Gods were under Rashar's control, but initiating a ground battle would undoubtedly rally some War Gods to protect Rashar at all costs.

"We can't catch Rashar, and once Rashar leaves the Blood King Palace, it signifies he's abandoned Blood Moon City, the Blood Clan's most crucial ancestral land. In reality, 'destroying the Blood Clan's ancestral land' is more synonymous with victory than 'sealing this Blood Clan Duke'."

Lanci explained to Talia.

Compared to Rashar, the greater threat was indeed the Blood Moon City, which even Lankros, thousands of years ago, couldn't completely destroy.

"Our mission is to focus on destroying Blood Moon City. As for Rashar, there's someone waiting for him on the surface."

Lanci communicated with Abigail through the Mechanical Messenger, sending messages to the people in the various subsidiary halls.

With the springs destroyed, what use was it for a Blood Clan member to hide outside?

"You mean, Shuicang Jade Violet?"

Talia's frown eased as she questioned Lanci.

Last time at the Main Hall meeting Violet, she indeed heard Violet mention that as the Moon God High Priest, Violet possessed a barrier capable of isolating Rashar's Spiritual Magic.

And now, Rashar had been forced to the surface during the day, weakened several times over and injured.

Violet's conditions for dispelling the spell were fully met.

"Yes."

Lanci nodded to confirm,

"After subduing all four Marquises, please send them all to the Blood King Palace, Abigail, and kindly send over the Blood Clan's forced demonization and mutation potion through the Mechanical Dimensional Gate."

He issued the final instructions to companions in other subsidiary halls.

During this period, Talia and the Great Demon Clan had been researching the potion engineered by the True Night Sir during the Blood Moon Bad World Era, successfully recreating it from the formula.

They planned to use the four Blood Clan Ancestors as fuel, enhanced by the Nuclear Fusion Wolf and Fire Dual Stone Slabs, to blow up the entire Blood Moon City.

This grudge of thousands of years was finally able to come to a thorough conclusion.

And once the Blood Clan was eradicated, they would also quell the turmoil in the Cerryti Empire with all their might, believing it wouldn't take too long.

The Blood King Palace, at the end of the battle, quickly grew a bit more silent.

The place where moonlight cast down left shadows.

The stars they passed by also sang.

Only Lanci and Talia, who were gradually relaxing, stood on the plaza, awaiting the arrival of their other companions.

"It seems it really is coming to an end."

Talia relaxed considerably, placing a hand on Lanci's shoulder, raising the other to give him a thumbs-up in encouragement.

Like traversing through a cold winter, finally arriving at the warmth and blossom of spring.

In the subterranean Blood Moon City, like on the surface, echoed the bells of five o'clock at dusk.

"The past has passed, the future has not yet arrived, for now—"

Lanci watched those already nearing the central Blood King Palace on the map, not resisting Talia's frivolous intimacy,

"The most crucial is the present moment alone."

The end of a story often brings thoughts of the beginning.

Those who sacrificed in this turmoil could never return.

The Blood Moon Bad World had already ended.

And in the present world.

Lanci's greatest regret was never being able to see Loren again.

"Teacher Loren, rest in peace, I've ended the turmoil."

He murmured to himself,

"Thinking back now, I truly owe Loren an apology, every time I invoked the gods was under the guise of the Great Priest, it probably caused him quite a bit of trouble."

Lanci finally lowered his eyes and expressed his feelings, remembering with a guilty heart.

Even at the moment of victory, those who had perished had no chance to witness.

"You actually knew."

Talia murmured in surprise.

Before, Lanci acted without self-awareness.

Now it seemed Lanci was awakening bit by bit, becoming more and more like a normal human.

However, this version of Lanci made her like him even more, whenever she saw Lanci as someone who could change, willing to change himself, she felt genuinely relieved.

"But in the future, I won't do such things again, I promise, if I break this, Goddess of Destiny, you may punish me."

Lanci gazed toward the sky, speaking to the Goddess of Destiny.