Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Rashar cautiously avoided the beams of the setting sun.

Here, Landry was unlikely to catch up with him.

His face was hidden in the shadows of his hood, with only a pair of blood-red eyes exposed, burning with the flames of vengeance.

"I will scour every corner of the Cerryti Empire, even if I have to dig three feet into the ground, I will drag you out, you cunning professor, and let you taste a fate worse than death..."

Duke Rashar gritted his teeth, listening to the chime of the five o'clock bell.

He would stop at nothing, rally the forces of half of the empire's War Gods, to hunt down the culprit that drove him to the brink.

Professor Landry, the ghost of Lankros, must be annihilated.

However, in Brilda, this densely populated city, and precisely on the national holiday when all the War Gods gather, Rashar dared not recklessly use strong Spiritual Magic to contact the War Gods he controlled. Doing so would inevitably attract the attention of other War Gods and even expose his whereabouts.

If an internal war among the War Gods broke out and Landry stirred up more trouble, neither Landry nor Rashar would want to see that scene.

He had to act low-key, avoid drawing attention, and after dismissing those uncontrollable War Gods, exact his revenge on Landry with interest.

Thus, Rashar assumed a backup identity he had prepared in the Cerryti Empire, disguising himself as a distant relative of the mother of Ninth Army God Marquis Ryan, hiding in this Temple with the empire's highest-grade complete Barrier, secretly contacting the War Gods and gathering the half he controlled.

At this moment, the War Gods should have just finished their protection ceremony at Cret Memorial Square and would continue to guard Emperor Saint Baldo's closing speech for a while before returning to the Divine Descendant Hall.

Rashar looked up at the setting sun falling inside the hall.

Soon, very soon, it would be night.

Only when darkness fell completely could he feel completely at ease.

Fighting during the day was too unfavorable in any case.

It was exactly this weakness that the scoundrel Landry had seized to drive him into such a situation.

"Landry, our second round is just beginning..."

Just when Rashar was secretly proud of his strategy.

The Divine Descendant Hall suddenly shimmered with silver radiance.

Like a bright silver moon rising, it enveloped the entire great hall in holy brilliance.

"?!"

Rashar was startled but dared not move too much to expose himself under the blazing sun.

It was an aura of the Moon Goddess, as if the pure land of heaven had descended to the human world, filling this section of the temple.

Although this pure moonlight was not as lethal as sunlight, Rashar still felt a physical discomfort, with his five internal organs churning.

He could only barely open his eyes in the daylight, seeing a blurry figure appearing beyond the silver light, slowly walking toward him.

"I, I am a visitor, I came to see Marquis Ryan..."

Rashar could only suppress the alarm bells ringing in his heart, expressing to the other his lack of hostility.

Logically, at this point, if a War God had returned to the Divine Descendant Hall, they would likely have abandoned their duty of guarding Emperor Saint Baldo, engaging in actions that breached etiquette and responsibility.

But the logic behind the other party rushing back subtly made him feel uneasy.

"Third Ancestor, no need to hide, I know it's you."

Violet of Water Jade had set up the Moon God's Immaculate Pure Land Barrier, holding a Tin Cane, walking towards the direction Rashar was avoiding.

The clear clinking sound from the rings on the tin cane made Rashar's heart tremble at the same frequency.

"Violet... why is it you?"

When Rashar heard the other party call out his identity, he also confirmed the War God appearing in the Divine Descendant Hall at this moment.

It was the person he least wanted to see.

She was wearing the High Priest Robe of the Silver Moon and Healing Goddess, with dark indigo hair cascading down to her waist, and she was also the Sixth Army God, Seat of Aqua Jade, capable of entering any area of the hall as a matter of course.

Among the twelve Cerryti War Gods, Violet, the Sixth Army God of Aquamarine, was considered one of the gentlest War Gods, inherently refraining from slaughter, and even after the Cerryti Empire went to war, she resolutely refused to go to the front lines and was left behind in Brilda for logistics and safeguarding the empire's hinterland.

But for the Blood Clan, her high-grade Wolf Witch bloodline already represented endless trouble.

"Landry was indeed right, you Blood Clan have plagued the empire for too long. It's my dereliction not to have dragged you out sooner."

Without hesitation, Violet struck, with silver-white moonlight swirling around her, her voice celestial yet imbued with incontrovertible authority.

An ice pillar like a driven rat blasted Rashar out from the corner of the colonnade.

Rashar barely supported himself, and after seeing Violet's position and her intent to kill, he stumbled to another colonnade.

"Landry, it's Landry again!"

Rashar suddenly shouted in resignation, his laughter echoing in the empty hall, sounding especially creepy.

No matter where he fled, there was Landry!

Indeed, he was a ghost!

"However, Violet, since you've chased me here, you must be determined to capture me, right? To be so thorough, you should have considered the price!!"

The moment his words fell, Rashar, no longer harboring any delusional hope, had black-red Magic Fluctuations surging all over, his blood energy suddenly coagulating and transforming into sharp weapons.

He was already nearing the end of his rope.