Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

At this moment, if anyone provokes him, he will take their life!

"The empire's sun has not yet set!"

Violet's expression was indifferent as she lightly waved her rod, and moonlight transformed into a giant net, casting down on Rashal.

The Divine Descendant Hall, under the dusk, had become a battleground rich with the colors of the Divine Era.

The marble floor reflected the blood-colored sunset, and twelve pillars cast long shadows like giant fingers interlacing across the ground. Above the dome, thousands of glowing immortal crystals sparkled brightly, with the eternal starry sky witnessing the epic battle between the Wolf Clan and the Blood Clan.

High Priest Violet held a silver-white tin cane in her hand, her purple eyes reflecting two pools of clear mystical water, chanting scriptures of the Divine Arts, each syllable carrying the force to break through gold and stone.

Two races, two powers, meeting at the end of millennia in this hall.

Rashal's blood-colored giant claw extended from the ground, turning into shadows and reaching for Violet.

"Die!"

Rashal let out a chilling roar.

Violet gently waved her tin cane.

An icy blue fan-shaped defense came forward, blocking Rashal's path.

The cold light burst into tens of thousands of ice crystals, forming an ice net in mid-air.

Rashal's figure halted, and the blood hands he manipulated slammed into the ice net like sharp blades.

In an instant, the ice crystals shattered and turned to powder.

"In the sunlight, you're just slightly stronger than an ordinary eighth-order level, and I am not weaker than the Cardinal Bishops of the Rebirth Church."

Violet continued to respond to Rashal with a crisp snap of her fingers.

The next second, all the ice crystals retreated like tides, transformed into tiny starlights, and dissipated in the afterglow of dusk.

Rashal felt as if these ice crystals were drawing out the mana from around him.

"Despicable wolf witch!"

Rashal couldn't believe that he, the esteemed Third Ancestor, would be forced into such a situation by a mere priestess of the Wolf Clan.

This wolf witch's spell, rather than directly harming the opponent's life, invisibly sapped the opponent's mana with the power of the Moon Goddess.

And this was undoubtedly deadly to him, as a magic-based Ancestor.

If he were in complete form during the night, he would be much stronger than Violet.

But he was injured, and with the sunlight refracting in the temple, he was extremely weakened.

Forced and cornered by Violet's Moon Goddess spell and ice magic, being suppressed by Violet under the light!

"You forced me, Violet!"

Pushed to the brink, Rashal was compelled to roar in fury.

He could only use spiritual magic to forcibly control other War Gods to quickly return to the Divine Descendant Hall to help him kill Violet!

Even if this would reveal his existence to other War Gods, ruining years of painstaking infiltration and consumption, plunging Brilda into chaos and igniting a world-shaking battle among multiple War Gods, possibly allowing Professor Landry to catch up amidst the chaos, Rashal had no other choice!

Even if it meant dying together, he wanted to pull the High Priest Violet, Professor Landry, and those civilians down with him.

But when Rashal fully utilized Blood Control Heart.

He found his spiritual magic blocked by the Immaculate Pure Land Barrier in this hall.

"Cannot... transmit?"

This barrier nearly severed his spiritual connection with other War Gods.

Making it impossible for him to command any War God to come over.

"Violet, what is this?!"

He angrily and furiously questioned Violet.

"Rashal, did you really think I'd be completely unprepared and just face off against you here?"

The airflow from Violet's cane transformed into countless sharp frosty breaths, roaring through the ice prison, surging towards Rashal,

"I long prepared to counter your mind control methods. Although I don't know which War Gods you have controlled, I won't let you recall other War Gods, nor will I let you harm the innocent citizens of the empire. You should repent here!"

She said, gazing fiercely at Rashal.

"No! I won't lose to a despicable Wolf Clan like you!"

Rashal roared unwillingly, forcefully marshaling the remaining magic power within him, raising a dark red shield before him.

The frost gas slammed into the shield, causing dull echoes. The blood-red shield trembled violently, gradually showing a web of cracks.

He and Violet were making their last resistance.

As long as he could hold out until the damned sun sets, he could surely defeat Violet.

But this brief twilight period seemed so distant to him.

Just as the shield was about to shatter, Rashal's eyes flashed with bloodlight as he suddenly reached out his right hand and caught one of the frosty breaths.

Frozen blood dripped from Rashal's fingers, but he seemed oblivious, gripping the frost tight, and dark red magic power poured madly into Violet's tin cane.

"Hold on a little longer, hold on a little longer, you can't defeat me!!"

Rashal's vicious gaze locked onto Violet.

As if he was telling her as much as he was trying to convince himself to hold on.

Violet felt a surge of spiritual magic invading her body through the tin cane, attempting to disrupt her magic circuits, causing her to miscast.

"You're not like Professor Landry, who never casts spells. Since you cast spells, you will make mistakes!"

Whether he was mimicking others or being worn out by too much hardship, Rashal now instinctively reviewed his strategy in battle.

"..."

As Violet's magic power became chaotic, the ice prison also showed cracks.

Seizing the opportunity, Rashal's dark red magic power exploded, causing the ice prison to break into pieces.