Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Nowadays, due to Lanci and his team successfully defeating the Blood Clan, Hesintos seized an unprecedented opportunity, orchestrating a grand theater where they used the Blood Clan as a stepping stone to ascend the peak of the hero's path.

Inside the entire mansion, the companions around the sofa were all silent.

Hesintos has now gained the fame and power of the Cerryti Empire, and even attained a force beyond their reach.

The Ninth-order Hesintos is not like Rashal, who can be attacked with special tactics as an auxiliary type Ninth-order, but is a genuine offensive type Ninth-order. His attack prowess is even more specialized than the Saint Polante Pope, almost without weaknesses and blind spots, making it impossible to defeat him except through a frontal assault.

"What are the odds of success if we assassinate Hesintos? Catch him while he's vulnerable!"

Antanas, watching the group who were either fatigued or dejected, clenched his fist and harshly proposed.

"If he has any means of defense, we're sure to be annihilated, and we don't even know how he managed to change Rashal's will."

Pranay glanced at Antanas and voiced his thoughts on behalf of Lanci.

Since Hesintos dared to perform this grand drama, even the injuries on his body were self-inflicted, it shows he's confident in his condition. As a martial artist, it's likely he has strong recovery methods, and might not be as weak as he appears.

The reason Hesintos is called an absolute strongman is because his endurance poses no problem and he lacks such weaknesses.

Even Lanci, who is usually aggressive, hasn't considered a decapitation plan, which shows how impractical it is.

The strength of Ninth-order Hesintos has surpassed their range of knowledge; especially since he obtained the Red Legend Divine Sword, and ten war gods, swayed by his performance, are on his side.

Even the Silvermoon Reform Association is having a hard time dealing with the war gods after a fierce battle.

"Four bishops, plus six quasi-bishops, is much harder than Blood Moon City."

Migaya calculated with a pinch of his fingers.

During tonight's war god civil war, the war gods who were sober held back, avoiding a deadly battle. The damages to the war gods were much less than those in the Blood Moon City siege.

If they don't have time to recover, they'd be even more damaged in battle than the war gods.

"Then if we take some time to recuperate, could we find a way to defeat Hesintos before he takes control of the Empire?"

Isatia hugged Migaya's left arm and looked up to ask him.

Recuperation might be even more necessary for them.

Migaya shook his head.

"We can't win, there's no hope."

Tolyado shrugged, leaned against one side of the bookshelf, and bluntly said.

He and Migaya, both cardinal bishops with a clear radar for strong figures, understand terrifyingly powerful individuals far beyond their level even more as they reached this point.

Antanas noticed the weary expressions of the people in the mansion.

Even Tolyado, who never feared death, couldn't find the slightest chance of winning at this moment.

Lanci similarly remained silent, still contemplating.

Everyone almost understood when they saw Lanci's expression.

Lanci was always one to firmly persist as long as there was half a chance, doing the right thing.

But now, he was silent.

It was his first time feeling completely unable to win.

The mansion's hall.

Their hope was like the departed afterglow of the sunset, about to sink into the darkness of night.

Who knows how long passed.

No one spoke again.

Until suddenly, Abigail's Sacred Communication Magic sounded.

She took it out confusedly.

Only to see a private message on it.

"Open the door, I've arrived at the Brielda Opera House."

The message was from Number Nine.

"Is Frey looking for you?"

Lanci asked Abigail.

The only people who could contact Abigail via Sacred Communication Magic at this time must be core members of the Silvermoon Reform Association.

And the members not present included Number Nine Frey, Number Five Alexia, and the unknown Number Four.

Without Abigail's permission, even upon arriving at the second floor of the Brielda Opera House, it wouldn't be possible to enter the space dimension they were currently in but would enter an empty second-floor mansion.

"It's Frey."

Abigail nodded.

After Frey rescued Migaya to face the Tenth Ancestor Ulysses, he informed her that he would return to the surface to rescue the Third Princess Alexia.

At that time, Frey's presence as a direct combat force was no longer urgently needed in Blood Moon City, but Princess Alexia on the surface could be in danger at any moment.

"Frey, I've found your coordinates; just pass through any door on the first floor of the opera house, and you'll be able to enter the dimensional space on the second floor."

Abigail spoke to the other side of the communication.

Not long after the words fell, transparent ripples surged like waves at the mansion door on the second floor.

Soon, two figures appeared inside the door.

Frey focused his spirit on sensing the space around him.

Its complexity already far surpassed any mechanical barriers he had seen before.

The dome-shaped ceiling is about fifty meters high, painted in a style similar to the downstairs opera hall, but the walls around were surrounded by deep brown solid wood bookshelves that stretched to the ceiling. Besides numerous antique collections, the spot where the people in the mansion gathered is a set of sofas and coffee tables in the style of the ancient Vensi Free Federation.

The entire space is bathed in warm brass-toned lights, overlooking the scenery of the Broadway Central Square.

However, it's not as simple as it appears.

Every inch of the walls is densely inscribed with spatial barrier curse marks constructed by Abigail and Tolyado.