No one knew what negative effects this unbreakable Curse Mark, added to oneself, would have.
Perhaps what awaited him was the punishment of an immortal soul, unable to be released even after his flesh decayed.
Even so, Saint Polante Pope came to take them away before dying.
"You will not hunt me; you only hunt those unarmed. I must block your path, and I will always block it."
Lanci's hand returned behind him, circles of lightning spread outward from his feet on the Stone Slab, rippling until it illuminated the entire Blood Moon City.
His eyes, like the coldest ice lake in winter, stared at his opponent through the sharp edges of the lightning.
At this moment, thunder roared like a heavenly waterfall.
Like devouring everything, the incandescent storm engulfed the entire Blood Moon City!
"Ah!!!"
In the purifying lightning, washing away all filth of the world, all three Ancestors let out demon-like wails.