Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1273 - 815: Lanci’s Blood Moon City Hell Mode_4

Other War Gods see battles as their job.

Only the Tenth War God, Julius, truly enjoys warfare.

"Honestly, sometimes I'm rather envious of the War Gods."

Archbishop of Decay Fa Mo lamented.

"I ask both of you to be a bit more careful not to expose your magic power within the boundaries of the Imperial Capital for now, since we already have three War Gods in residence, and there will be more to come as we approach the end of the month and the imperial festival."

Seventh Ancestor Marquess Helitier advised the two Cardinal Bishops.

"Do we need to stay near Brilda all the time?"

The Withered Bishop Nedodichka inquired.

Archbishop of Decay Fa Mo also looked towards Marquess Helitier, the Seventh Ancestor.

From Marquess Helitier's words, it seemed like they had other matters to tend to, which was presumably the main reason for their summons today.

"Fa Mo, do you remember? You once asked me if it's really necessary to go to such lengths to kill Migaya's daughter?"

Marquess Helitier asked Archbishop of Decay Fa Mo.

"I remember, we failed several times, Migaya's daughter seems to have the Church of the Goddess of Destiny's protection, always evading the harbinger of death foreseen by you. It's not surprising that she really is a Priestess of the Church of the Goddess of Destiny and favored by them..."

Archbishop of Decay Fa Mo recalled slightly, remembering the last time he personally bestowed the Decayed alchemical beast upon the Blood Clan, and indeed he had raised the question.

"The more we fail to kill that half-blood demon, the less hurried that Eighth-order demon will become. Her evolution speed is abnormally fast; if we let her continue to cultivate in the Cerryti Empire, she'll become the biggest variable. It seems like everything has some causality linked to her."

Marquess Helitier, the Seventh Ancestor, spoke.

Ever since they, the Blood Clan, captured Duke Migaya, that silver-haired demon girl actually found their Blood Moon City coordinates, capturing any Blood Clan members and torturing them to death, even extracting the location of their underground palace.

And she managed to escape with exceptional talent.

Even though she was afflicted with Blood King's Divine Fire, it didn't put Marquess Helitier completely at ease.

Because the blood of the Sixth Army God, Shuicang Jade Violet, can neutralize this fire poison.

But as long as they could provoke intense hatred in the female demon, no matter how she grows, she'll never match Duke Rashar, their Blood Clan's top combatant and the Third Ancestor.

Duke Rashar's authority is at the pinnacle of Spiritual Magic, and the heavier the enemy's negative emotions, the easier it is for Duke Rashar to find a chink in their spirit, completing Mind Control and compulsory brainwashing.

"I understand, you're worried that on the day of the Cret National Festival at the end of the month, when the Twelve War Gods are unable to take action, that witch might resurge, possibly bringing even stronger companions to infiltrate Blood Moon City?"

Archbishop of Decay Fa Mo concluded, tapping the palm of his hand lightly, his interest evident in his eyes. He had long wanted to capture this demon, rumored to be exceptionally talented, and bring her into his own laboratory.

However, the threat of the Silver Hair Demon wasn't the primary goal of killing Duchess Hyperion; the true significance of Duchess Hyperion's demise was to shatter Duke Migaya's mental defenses, which in turn would make Duke Migaya a slave to the Blood Clan.

Duke Migaya's Dark Magic is too beneficial for the Blood Clan, serving as their shelter even during the day.

"It's uncertain whether that witch will come to save her husband on that day, but I think, according to her way of thinking, as long as it's possible, she will try on the National Day. The longer we delay, the more likely her husband will be killed out of our impatience."

Helitier affirmed.

On the side.

"One, two, three... six, seven."

The Withered Bishop Nedodichka counted under her breath, her fingertips tapping the air lightly. She included herself, Archbishop of Decay Fa Mo, Marquess Helitier, and the figure sitting opposite to Marquess Helitier in her count.

That figure was obviously also of the Blood Clan, but had remained silent since entering the council hall, simply listening with composure.

The rest referred to those not present today: Marquis Somerset, the Eighth Progenitor; Ninth Progenitor Marquis Bainhardt; and Duke Rashar, the Third Ancestor.

She only calculated the battle power of Eighth-order and above, which already amounted to seven.

"This is a necessary preparation."