I am the heroine's godfather!

Chapter 210 Closing the Net

“所以，你的意思每^日.发！书，群【6`5,0/5^0”2*3>3.8】是，堕天使王庭的事情已经处理好了？”

"Correct."

Lucifer nodded and said, "Therefore, our next step is to go to the Lich King's Court."

"The Lich King's Court?"

"Correct."

Lucifer nodded and said, "According to my intelligence, the Church of the Evil God will not make a move until all the traitors of the four royal courts are ready."

"What did the Satanic Court hide in the mine? What did the Vampire Court hide in the blood pool? And what about the Fallen Angels?"

"They are plotting the scepter of the fallen angels."

Lucifer chuckled: "That is a sacred relic belonging only to the royal court, capable of blessing all soldiers and enhancing their combat power."

"Have you made all the arrangements?"

"Yes."

Lucifer nodded, chuckled, and said, "Next up is the Lich."

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The border of the Lich King's court was shrouded in a grayish-purple mist, and the boundary markers pieced together from withered bones were covered with dark red moss, resembling the veins of some living creature. A faint light emanated from Loran's fingertips, barely illuminating a hundred meters ahead—the undead creatures that should have been roaming were nowhere to be seen; only the bone fragments emitted eerie sounds in the deathly silence.

Something's not right here.

Estia looked disgusted: "The life force here is extremely weak, and it carries a strong stench of decay."

Lucifer's grimoire floated in mid-air, its pages moving without wind: "After all, this is the Lich King's residence... but this aura is a bit too strong."

"What do you think is going on?"

Loran asked curiously, and Lucifer pondered for a moment before saying, "I think there's something wrong with the Tomb of Eternal Rest."

"This is?"

"A tomb even older than the Old Lich, burying the Lich race's undead legion."

Lucifer narrowed his eyes: "I guess the traitors on the Lich's side want to awaken this legion to make up for the gap between them and us in terms of grassroots combat power."

Estia frowned: "Is the old lich just going to tolerate their rampant behavior like this?"

"It's less about tolerating and more about him being too lazy to interfere."

Lucifer sighed: "Even ten years ago, if you hadn't stormed into the Demon King's city, the old lich wouldn't have made a move at all."

"Although I see those guys as traitors, perhaps the old lich sees it as just another path."

"...So, what do you think of the current situation?"

"I'm afraid the Lich King's court has already taken control of the Eternal Resting Tomb."

Lucifer sighed and said, "I'm afraid they've already laid a trap there, waiting for me to walk right into it."

"Should we still go?"

"Go, why wouldn't you go?"

Lucifer chuckled and said, "They're thinking it's time to close the net, and so am I."

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The colossal bronze gate of the eternal resting mausoleum was faintly visible in the gray mist, with black tar-like mud seeping from the cracks, and the stench of decay almost solidified.

"It looks quite spectacular, but the stench is truly disgusting."

Estia frowned.

Loran chuckled softly: "Is it a bit inappropriate to say that these guests who have been waiting for us for so long?"

Lucifer sighed and said, “Come out, gentlemen. Hiding like this is too boring.”

Suddenly, eerie green flames ignited, and in the darkness, the undead legion of the lich race stood in formation, their white bones exposed beneath their decaying armor, and the eerie blue soul flames flickering in their eye sockets had been stained a murky purplish-black.

At the forefront of the legion, three lich elders hovered in mid-air. The leading traitor elder held a molten iron scepter, its tip pointing directly at the three: "Lord of the Fallen Angels... your arrogance will be buried here!"

Then, countless black feathers covered the entire sky, and the legion of fallen angels sat high in the heavens.

"Lucifer, look! Even the people of the Fallen Angels' Court have betrayed you!"

The lich elder roared, while Lucifer frowned: "Rofit, you betrayed me too, betrayed the demon race?"

"I'm sorry, my lord."

After a long silence, Rofit said, "Your policy infringes on our interests."

"Ha, what a bunch of insatiable ingrates."

Lucifer sneered, and Loran and Estia also adopted a wary posture: "My lord, there are still people who haven't come out yet."

"These two vampires are quite shrewd."

The mausoleum dome suddenly exploded, and a figure accompanied by the sound of bells descended from the sky!

The man was dressed in a long black robe, and a large clock hanging behind him emitted a faint light, with each swing of the pendulum causing ripples in the space.

Offer your loyalty to me, for then I shall meet my end!

Loran narrowed his eyes. He recognized the man. Although his face had changed, the clock on his back hadn't changed much.

This is one of the Guardian Paladins of Kadia, the Eternal Watcher Bell!

The undead legion roared deafeningly, their corrupted soulfire surging. The lich elder laughed maniacally, waving his scepter: "Kill them! Sacrifice the 'Throat of the Burial Star' with the blood of the fallen angels!"

Throat of the Burial Star?

Loran frowned. Could this be their purpose?

But what exactly is this?

The rebel fallen angels in the sky flapped their wings and swooped down, falling towards Loran and the others!

The three of them, however, seemed to be stunned and remained motionless.

The Lich Elder let out a smug laugh, but the Pope of the End in the sky frowned.

Something's not right.

The fallen angel legion fell like a sharp sword, but just before it touched Loran and the other two, it suddenly changed direction and built a high wall in front of them. Then, all the fallen angels gathered magic in their staffs and blasted them towards the undead legion!

"what!!!"

The lich elder cried out in alarm, "Rofit! What are you doing!"

Should I call you naive, or should I call you stupid?

The Fallen Angel Legion Commander, Rofit, sneered and said, "The Fallen Angel race and the evil gods have always been irreconcilable enemies!"

"you!"

"Ha, do you really think we're all like you, having forgotten the blood feud between demons and evil gods!"

The spear in Rophet's hand gleamed coldly, and the entire Fallen Angel Legion shouted in unison: "Expel the followers of the evil god! Leave no one alive!!!"

"Ha, so this is what you call 'everything is ready'?"

The Pope of the End let out a cold laugh, and the lich elders all lowered their heads, not daring to utter a word.

"Heh, well, I never thought you guys could accomplish anything significant anyway."

The Pope of the End reached out, and black mist spread out. Behind the black mist, a group of evil god followers wearing bird-head masks slowly stepped out.

"Messengers of the end, now is the time for you to toll the death knell!"

Lucifer narrowed his eyes.

Chapter 211 The battle begins

The moment the rebels from the Lich King's court appeared, the rebels from the Satan and Vampire King's courts also began to move.

The Vampire Royal Court.

Twelve elders of the Holy Family hovered above the pool of blood, blood dripping from their sleeves, tearing the blood servants to shreds. Lady Nemo's amethyst pendant reflected the blood-red light: "Lilith, your era must end!"

"The end?" Lamia's scythe left afterimages in the blood mist as she sneered, "With you ants?"

"Of course it's not just them."

A frenzied voice rang out, and a mage dressed in black robes slowly appeared, exuding a strong smell of blood.

Lamia narrowed her eyes: "And who are you?"

"I am the Bloodthirsty Pope."

The Bloodthirsty Pope's voice was laced with madness: "Such a delicious pool of blood is a waste to leave here. Why not give it to me?"

If Loran were here, he would surely recognize his true identity. This Bloodthirsty Pope was none other than one of the Guardian Holy Knights of yesteryear, the Archmage who destroyed the stars.

"The Church of the Evil God? You really have been colluding with the evil god."

Lamia sneered, when suddenly a female voice came: "Lily, I advise you not to overestimate yourself."

Lamia looked up and saw Kasanna.

At this moment, she put on a concerned expression: "Why bother? Why risk your life for those lowly commoners? If you beg us properly, we might spare your life."

"Ah."

Lamia let out a cold laugh in her mind: "Lilith, what do you say?"

“...Kill her, Lamia.”

Lilith's voice rang out, so calm, without any hesitation whatsoever.

"Then so be it."

Lamia's lips curled into a somewhat terrifying smile.

In an instant, the area around the blood pool fell silent, and even the howling wind seemed to freeze.

Kasanna still wore a fake smile, but the next moment, she saw a scythe gradually enlarging in front of her.

Fresh blood gushed out.

The wind howled again, and everyone in the Holy Family was stunned, speechless as they stared at Lamia, who had suddenly appeared in front of Kasanna, wielding a scythe and taking her life.

"A bunch of ants dare to spout nonsense in front of me."

Footsteps sounded as Lamia's personal guards entered the battlefield.

Lamia gripped her scythe tighter and looked at the Bloodthirsty Pope: "Could you perhaps allow me to have a little more fun?"

Satan's Court - Third Mining Area.

Lestinger's greatsword was embedded in the scorching rock wall, her red hair reflecting the lava like burning flames. She killed several charging Satan warriors with a single strike, then roared at the rebel leader across the rift, "Daimon! I pulled you out of the lava beast's jaws back then, only for you to bite me back today?!"

The Satan general known as Damon sighed: "Lord Lestinger...you are too naive. We have paid so much not so that our children could be on equal footing with those commoners."

"Go to hell! Do I need to tell you what your background is?"

Lestinger sneered, "Aren't you just a commoner too? If I hadn't seen some talent in you and promoted you to captain, would you have achieved what you have now?"

"I am very grateful for your recognition and support, sir."

Damon was silent for a moment, then said, "But I can't accept that my child has to suffer."

"Yes, that's it!"

High Priest Nid stepped forward and said, "Why should our children have to start on the same footing as those commoners after we've sacrificed so much? Lestinger, this is tyrannical and arbitrary!"

"I'm going to your mother!"

莱丝汀格尔啐了口唾沫，冷笑道：“一个在祖辈余荫下苟活的畜生，你他妈的也好意思每^日.发！书，群【6`5,0/5^0”2*3>3.8】说这话！血族的那什么狗日的神圣家族都没你不要脸！”

The high priest's face turned pale and then black, and Lestinger sneered: "What, do you think these people can beat me?"

"...Please, sir, make a move."

"coming."

A somewhat lazy voice rang out, and a figure dressed in an alchemical robe slowly walked out, then waved to Lestinger and greeted him: "King of Satan, hello there."

"and who are you?"