Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1368 - 837: How Much Do I Resemble the Saint Polante Pope?_3

The strength of the Saint Polante Pope in this era is simply too ahead of its time. Even in Blood Moon City, he could take on ten at once, clearing the subsidiary halls alone before coming to challenge the Blood King Palace.

So, if this guy showed up to the Blood King Palace to look for him, it means he doesn't possess the might of the peak-period Saint Polante Pope!

"Enduring the will of the Black Sun is agonizing, and I understand that far better than you."

Lanci spoke with unwavering calm as he addressed Rashar, taking slow, deliberate steps toward him.

It was as if he was returning to find him after an absence of ten thousand years.

"If you've got the guts, make your move and show me what you're worth!"

Rashar roared, summoning a sea of blood-colored mirror surfaces once again. Like a kaleidoscope of venomous crimson snakes, they surged forward in droves, serpentine and twisting, aiming to coil around Lanci's limbs. Simultaneously, Rashar's spiritual power attacks, reflected by the mirror surfaces, followed closely.

Lanci made no move to dodge.

"If you can't endure this, you don't deserve the title of the Third Ancestor."

With his arms folded behind his back, he strode toward Rashar.

Once that foot stepped forward, there was no stopping him.

The moment the blood-colored snakes touched him, they were met with a hissing black mist and became completely ineffective.

Rashar had no idea what move his opponent would make; he simply felt that everything was doomed, as if sitting on a bed of needles.

"The damned Saint Polante Pope is still chasing me!"

Rashar couldn't believe that his spell had been rendered completely ineffective.

As the White Robed Pope closed in on Rashar, each step sent tremors of delusional fear through his mind.

...

West side of Blood Moon City.

Two Counts of the Blood Clan who had arrived at the Black City with lightning speed charged straight toward Abigail, who was fully engrossed in her work.

Barton swiftly drew his Magically Resonant Knife, the blade gleaming with a chilling glint under the moonlight.

He blocked the Countess's attack, the clash of metal against claws producing a sharp, grating sound as sparks flew.

Simultaneously, Barton hurled a flying blade, pinning the leg of the Count targeting Abigail to the ground. But the Count of the Blood Clan, unfazed by pain, ripped through his own leg and continued his assault toward Abigail.

In an instant, the battle reached a deadlock.

Just then, Abigail finally completed the construction of the mechanical spatial barrier.

A massive mechanical dimensional gate unfolded in the night sky, radiating an eerie blue light.

Mechanical constructs poured out in an endless flow from the dimensional gate—parts and weapons quickly assembling under Abigail's commands into battalions of mechanical armies, their firepower forcing the Blood Clan Counts into retreat.

The Blood Clan Counts' expressions shifted slightly upon seeing this. Before they could evade the barrier's attack, Barton had already caught up and slammed their heads into the ground.

At this moment, Hyperion had already vanished from the temporary camp.

Abigail's protection grew significantly weaker as a result.

Fortunately, she had successfully built the barrier.

Now, she could finally spare a fraction of her focus to orchestrate operations elsewhere and disseminate intelligence.

"Meow meow, are we really sure letting Hyperion go alone is okay?"

A black cat's head emerged from the shadow beneath Abigail's feet.

Now that the barrier was complete, it dared to poke its head out. freeweɓnøvel.com

Otherwise, most of the time, it preferred staying within the shadows, ready to cast life-saving shields for Abigail as needed.

Cat Boss had originally planned to go with Hyperion, but based on Hyperion and Abigail's real-time judgment, it was more crucial for Cat Boss to remain in the western camp to ensure stable communication. Without this, if they lost contact for guidance, everyone would lose access to maps and live battle updates.

"Trust Hyperion."

Abigail stared gravely at the hundreds of frames transmitted to her by mechanical messengers, her gaze fixed on the Earth Abyss Palace.

As Commander, she knew she couldn't afford to die, leaving her only option to trust her teammates.

Hyperion pulling off a successful diversion of Ulysses depended heavily on Abigail maintaining uninterrupted communication support on her end.

"Based on my recent analysis, the seal at the bottom layer of the Earth Abyss Palace not only requires specific conditions to initiate unlocking, but once unlocked, the high-density magic-prohibition crystal inside must be destroyed."

Abigail relayed this assault directive to everyone through communication, primarily to inform Hyperion.

She didn't mind the cat coming out to talk to her; instead, she reached out and plucked it up, placing it on her shoulder, letting it help her scout the map.

Her mechanical messengers couldn't approach the black crystal; otherwise, they'd be instantly swallowed by the Blood Snake left behind by Ulysses in the Abyss, limiting their identification to remote observations only.

「Got it, Abigail!」

Hyperion's voice echoed in Abigail's mechanical earpiece.

Before arriving in Blood Moon City, they had thoroughly studied all possible seals.

Sealing skills came in two forms: deadlocks and live locks. Deadlocks were akin to Asksan's sealing skill—unless the caster was killed, the seal couldn't be broken. Live locks were like the Chimera Decree, which could be actively broken or forcibly shattered.

According to professional Sealer Lanci's assessment, the seal placed on Duke Migaya by the Blood Clan wasn't a type that required killing the caster to dispel, as that would violate the strong correlation principle between seal casting and dispelling.

Additionally, sealing wasn't the Blood Clan's specialty. They much preferred to research ways to undo seals.

Thus, the seal on Duke Migaya was likely similar to the one seen at the Sanctuary Evil Banquet years ago that sealed Viscount Augustin.

Back then, Lanci, Hyperion, and Frey had ventured to the underground wine cellar during the final night of Shadow World's castle event and discovered Viscount Augustin sealed there. To dispel it, Lanci had requested blood separately from Hyperion and Frey.

Viscount Augustin had been sealed in Lichtenstein Castle during daylight hours, influenced by the powers of witches and werewolves. Thus, the dispelling required reversing the condition—offering blood from a witch and a werewolf under the veil of night.

Similarly, to unlock Duke Migaya's Blood Clan seal, the required materials would be the magically infused blood of higher-ranking Blood Clan members, or even the Essence of the Blood Moon that creates their familiars.

"Meow meow!"

Cat Boss nervously stared at the images provided by the mechanical messengers monitoring Hyperion. One messenger was specifically trailing Hyperion, who was sprinting stealthily and at high speed toward the southernmost Earth Abyss Palace.

The blood extracted earlier from the Blood Clan by Isatia had been processed into concentrated, artificial Essence of the Blood Moon, which had then been handed to Abigail. Moments ago, Abigail had passed it on to Hyperion.

In other words, they already possessed the key materials required to unlock the seal.

The true challenge lay in how Hyperion would distract the Eighth Rank Blood Snake and secure enough time to destroy the high-density magic-prohibition crystal imprisoning Duke Migaya.

But as soon as the magic-prohibition crystal sustained Hyperion's assault, Tenth Marquis Ulysses was highly likely to be drawn into the fray.

「Hey, I've stabilized my side.」

Lanci's voice suddenly came through again, heard by both Abigail and Cat Boss.

"Lanci, meow!"

Cat Boss felt an immense sense of relief upon hearing Lanci's voice amidst the dire circumstances.

「I just listened to the analysis of the Earth Abyss Palace's seal on Duke Migaya. It turns out, everything aligns perfectly with what Teacher Lausang taught me.」

Lanci's voice was accompanied by faint mechanical interference in the transmission.

"Oh, meow."

Cat Boss muttered to itself, deciding it wasn't the time to pick apart teacher Lausang's remarks.

Lanci was impressively composed, able to spar with Rashar while simultaneously liaising with the camp.

「Abigail, I can now assist with command duties. Focus on upgrading the camp's barriers and mechanical units. Just share the intelligence with me.」

Lanci spoke directly to Abigail in real-time.

"Got it."

Abigail immediately glanced toward the screen displaying Lanci's view in the Blood King Palace.

Everything had unfolded more or less as she expected—after Lanci engaged briefly with Rashar, he was free to divert his attention to help with tactical command.

Lanci indeed couldn't defeat Rashar, just as Rashar couldn't defeat Lanci. They were stuck in a grueling stalemate within the Blood King Palace.

While Lanci couldn't overpower Rashar, the disruption of Rashar's protective mechanisms over Blood Moon City meant little advantage for Rashar in their duel. Still, between him and Talia, there was no way to fully subdue Rashar. Last time, it had taken the combined efforts of Antanas, Sinola, Pranay, the Snow Witch, and four Great Demon Clan members, along with the solar-specific power to truly defeat Rashar—a Ninth-order Third Ancestor.

What Abigail hadn't anticipated was that Lanci had adopted the most torturous strategy.

When Cat Boss inadvertently caught sight of what was happening on Lanci's side, its eye twitched involuntarily.

Currently, Lanci and Rashar were balanced on an even playing field—neither could leave the Blood King Palace—but Lanci was enjoying himself, whereas Rashar was imprisoned.