Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1365 - 836: Lanci’s Hell Siege Battle_12

Hyperion stared intently at Abigail; now it was her duty to protect Abigail.

Two Counts of the Blood Clan had already arrived in such a short time, and more could come later.

Abigail was fully focused on gathering intelligence, paying no attention to the battle happening not far away.

"Why are the Withered Bishop and the Tenth Ancestor here?"

Abigail's heart sank halfway, her palms turning white.

The Withered Bishop alone was bad enough, but she discovered that on the south side of Blood Moon City, in the Earth Abyss Palace, there was a powerful Blood Clan Marquis hidden.

According to the intelligence seen by the Mechanical Messenger so far, it was Marquis Ulysses, the Tenth Ancestor, guarding the black crystal imprisoning Duke Migaya at the center of the Earth Abyss Palace.

This meant their combat strength was far from equal.

Not to mention Lanci facing Rashar in that peculiar Blood King Palace battlefield and the fact that no one had the energy to rescue Duke Migaya, apart from Sigrid; the rest of the team was at a clear disadvantage.

The enemy had gained an additional bishop-level combat force out of nowhere, and they severely lacked a bishop-level powerhouse to rescue the hostage, Migaya.

Wherever Ulysses went, destruction followed. If a single elite eighth-order battlefield encountered trouble, it would immediately ripple across the other eighth-order battlefields!

The worst thing was that Ulysses had already begun moving.

"Ulysses… He left two eighth-order summons to guard Migaya and is heading northwest himself."

Abigail's heart pounded violently.

Judging from the direction Ulysses was heading, it was highly likely he was planning to assist Marquis Somerset, the Eighth Ancestor, in exterminating three Great Demon Clan Civil Officials in the Annihilation Hall in the southwest.

Or perhaps—

He was heading directly to the westernmost assault team camp.

If Ulysses arrived, those three would undoubtedly be annihilated!

Even if Nikola and agents from the Empire's Special Operations Department were called down as reinforcements, it wouldn't help.

Summoning Nikola was already the worst-case scenario; bringing this department head and his elite team down was meant to be a last resort for ground-level logistics support. That way, they could provide more cover and convenience.

Hyperion looked at the battle panorama projected by Abigail's mechanical assistant and comprehended the dire circumstances everyone was in.

Not only were their comrades in danger, but even they at the camp might soon face catastrophe.

"Ulysses…"

Hyperion clenched her teeth, her fists trembling.

She knew all too well the overwhelming power of the Tenth Ancestor, an adversary she once found almost impossible to resist. The fear Marquis Ulysses instilled in her during the third Shadow World Dark Solar Eclipse Demon Realm was unforgettable.

Ultimately, like destiny itself, this figure seemed to follow her like a shadow.

"Abigail!"

"I'm going to gamble everything: I'll infiltrate the Earth Abyss Palace directly. Those two eighth-order summons—I might bypass them, Abigail."

Hyperion grabbed Abigail's shoulders, forcing her to focus for a second and listen carefully.

She could either successfully break into the enemy's base and rescue her father, Duke Migaya.

Or she could manage to hold off Ulysses, preventing him from joining the other eighth-order battlefields.

Given the current situation, she had no choice but to make bold, swift decisions.

"I can handle it, Hyperion; you don't need to worry about me here. Go support the others; if things go south, I'll call Nikola down."

Abigail's eyes sparkled as if she had found a savior; she grasped Hyperion's hands tightly and spoke to her firmly.

The whole assault team appeared to be spiraling into collapse.

Even if Lanci could delay Third Ancestor Duke Rashar, the blessings in Blood Moon City would ensure Duke Rashar's defenses remained unbreakable. All Lanci could do was torment Rashar within the Blood King Palace; it wouldn't open up opportunities for the team. Their best hope for a breakthrough relied on the strongest among them, the Overlord Bishop Sigrid, but even that wouldn't happen quickly.

In terms of tactical adjustments, this was currently their best chance of survival.

Even if she and Barton died in the process, it wouldn't matter.

The only hope lay in gambling with Ulysses, testing whether he dared take this risk to the end—only then could a slim chance at victory appear.

...

In the final location of the Blood Moon Bad World: the Blood King Palace. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

A gray-clad man surveyed his surroundings. As his feet finally touched the ground, he saw himself slowly descending to the center of a circular plaza.

The plaza, paved with black-and-white marble, stood surrounded by thirteen towering stone columns, each a hundred meters tall.

Mocking voices echoed from all around—

"Welcome to Blood Moon City."

The sound originated from the edges of the plaza, hidden within bottomless fog.

A silhouette slowly emerged, dressed in a pure black velvet suit. The figure looked only twelve or thirteen years old, with porcelain-white skin and silky brown hair cascading to their shoulders.

Lanci glanced at him.

"The Seventh-Order you dares challenge me? I must commend your courage, Professor Landry."

Third Ancestor Duke Rashar revealed a playful smile, his tone casual, as if conversing with an ant.

"It seems you truly have no one left to rely on."

Rashar's eyes mocked the intruder's foolishness and ignorance.

Professor Landry's reputation on the ground in Brilda was thunderous, yet here, he was merely an insignificant being.

Rashar had initially assumed Tolyado would send some top-tier eighth-order fighter as a sacrificial pawn, someone who could keep him entertained for a while. But surprisingly, not even an eighth-order combatant—just an Empire professor—had shown up.

Only Overlord Bishop Sigrid might exchange a few moves with him, but even Sigrid wouldn't be his match. If Seventh Ancestor Marquis Heratier controlled the battlefield entirely, Sigrid's advantage would become negligible, ensuring their side's total disadvantage.

Counting on Overlord Bishop to single-handedly change the tide of battle? That hope was far too slim.

...

The gray-clad Professor didn't respond to Rashar.

"Alright, I understand."

He touched his mechanical earpiece, focusing on the battlefield overview Abigail was relaying.

"So you're all pinning your hopes on Overlord Bishop? I'm curious who lies beneath that mask."

Rashar looked over at Professor Landry's face with mild interest, asking aloud.

Given Professor Landry's entanglement with the Rebirth Church, it only made this figure more inscrutable.

Perhaps "Landry Washington" was nothing more than a false identity.

Rashar found the professor's distracted arrogance amusing, the perfect mouse to toy with.

Lanci temporarily switched off the earpiece.

Finally, he turned to Third Ancestor Rashar.

"Rashar, why is your True King done with you?"

Lanci asked seriously.

Rashar's smirk froze instantly.

"...What did you say?"

His voice trembled, speaking one word at a time.

Veins throbbed visibly on his forehead; his eyes burned with rage and disbelief.