Don't Confiscate My Citizenship Chapter 687

Chapter 687 Lan Qi's decisive battle in the Demonic Realm of Huadu

 District 10 of Posen Demon Realm.

 The noise of the rain continued like fireworks.

The advertising lights and giant screens between the buildings flickered on and off in the rain curtain, dyeing the water curtain into brilliant colors, which were reflected on the wet street, making them look blurry, majestic and swaying.

 Three o'clock in the morning.

The downpour came suddenly at dusk in Huadupalieu, and it has been raining for several hours now.

Raindrops hit the pavement of the entire Huadu intensively, and in a blink of an eye they gathered into gurgling water, rushing wildly on the slopes, as if they were going to wash the city or completely submerge it.

Different from the urban area of ​​Parrieu, the Poisen Demon World starting from District 7 on the North Shore has the legacy of the Demon Realm of Herrom in the Northern Continent. In the heavy rain, the rows of skyscrapers are brightly lit and the spires are shining, just like a tower. A shining lighthouse.

  Located in a mansion in the center of District 10 of Posen Demon Realm.

The sound of rain became very quiet, but the laughter was endless.

A grand midnight banquet is being held here.

　　There are many guests from the demon clan, drinking and drinking among each other.

 “I can only eat a little more.”

Lan Qi's emerald green eyes flashed with a hint of gold from time to time, and then he picked up a piece of pastry and stuffed it into his mouth.

 At the same time, he was still telling Thalia in his mind.

Now the six-layer dessert tower beside him is dotted with gold foil macaroons, the crystal clear apple-lime jelly is cut into the shape of an animal forest, the mini soufflés baked with fruit wine are shiny, and they are placed on ice made from the purest mineral springs. On the block, every now and then he would take a piece.

Because it was too late, Thalia was too hungry, but couldn't come out. Standing next to the self-service table at the banquet was a kind of torture.

 So Lan Qi finally compromised and let her eat with her own body, but only this time.

“I know, your taste buds seem to be different from mine. When you eat with your body, sweet things always feel sweeter, and sour things taste more sour.”

Thalia chewed Lanqi's body while thinking back to Lanqi.

 Perhaps it's because he hasn't eaten much, so he hasn't reached the threshold.

 Lanchi did not reply to her words.

 He was a little afraid that Thalia would taste the marrow, and he wanted to try it on his body in the future.

“Lodge, do you think the banquet at this time is bothering you?”

In a corner of his mansion, Nigel and Ranch were standing at the dining table chatting.

Now that Ranch is using the false identity of Rocky McCarthy, Nigel naturally calls him Rocky.

“No, I think it's quite energetic. Although young people can't go around day and night all the time, it's good to celebrate occasionally.”

 Lanchi replied casually.

Lan Qi was not surprised by the time of the dinner. The exam week at Purgatory Corridor College was also at night.

 It's just that he has been much more tired than before recently, and he is still a little sleepy at this time.

Thalia feels refreshed every day. To a certain extent, he is equivalent to one person bearing the fatigue of two people.

Although he has not tried to let Thalia use her full strength so far, if he really wants her to use up all her mana, he feels that it is possible for him to fall asleep for a day or two.

In this nearly 1,000-square-meter lobby, Lan Qi and Nigel looked into the distance and saw a dance party going on.

 Seven giant crystal chandeliers hang from the sixteen-meter-high dome, illuminating the hall brightly like stars.

 The clothes are fragrant and the people are crowded.

The guests wore custom-made dresses. The men wore silk bow ties with feather trims at their necklines or pinned flowers. The ladies wore long silk and velvet dresses with maple leaf-shaped gems or paintings on the skirts. Fireworks, when the band played the waltz of the devil, the guests danced gracefully, swimming on the black and white marble floor tiles, their skirts flying.

The white wine produced by the border territory of Posennan Yaquidan and the rosé sparkling wine produced by the Kingdom of Aloran were filled into goblets engraved with the Bacchus pattern. From time to time, they made light clinking sounds on the edge of the banquet hall, and the demon clan dignitaries chatted. and looked out the window at the rain curtain.

The demon waiters in black tuxedos shuttled among the demons, carrying silver trays with champagne and desserts.

Lanqi and Nigel were out of tune with the guests around them. They neither danced nor talked to other demons. They just stood at a 20-meter-long self-service dining table.

“I'm sorry to bring you to such a demon banquet.”

Nigel said.

 He felt that it would be quite difficult for Lan Qi as a human being here.

Of course, if his relationship in the demon world was better, Lan Qi wouldn't have to stand alone with him.

"Actually, let me tell you, it may only take me a few hours to get to know all the demons at the banquet. I am quite experienced in this kind of banquet."

Range said to Nigel.

“Have you ever attended a banquet with demons before?”

Nigel asked curiously.

 “I held quite a few meetings in the past.”

Lanqi nodded.

 At that time, he was still in Naikalis, the Demon King's City in the ancient demon world.

It's a pity that Thalia didn't have the chance to eat so much delicious food, which made Hyperion feel even more regretful.

And if Talia is good at taking care of children, she can help him take care of Sigre.

“I am the king of the demon clan, do you want me to take care of the child?”

Thalia asked in his mind.

"Because I have discovered that Huberian is not very good at taking care of children. She will even **** the child's quilt when she is asleep, and may even kick Sigre out of bed. That's why Sigre said she dreamed about Hugh. Brianne beat her."

Lanchi sighed. He believed that Thalia had already heard some stories from Hyperion about the last shadow world.

Thalia understands this very well.

  She often fell asleep and the quilt disappeared.

"Okay, if you want to come with me, I can help you with the logistics. You can just go and fight the vampires with peace of mind."

She has been a little curious about McCarthy's Restaurant for a long time. It will be a good time to have morning tea, afternoon tea and evening tea, and take care of the children.

"no problem."

Ranchi assured.

Next time I go to the Shadow World, I will definitely take Thalia in to enjoy it.

Just thinking about the scene of the three of them getting along, they feel so harmonious.

 In the banquet hall.

Nigel was quite surprised to hear that Lan Qi had attended several demon banquets.

 “Is there such a thing?”

He did not expect that Lan Qi had met other demons and was familiar with them.

The demons in Hutton Kingdom should be very rare, but he heard that Lan Qi had been to the Northern Continent and was also good at challenging the shadow world, so it was understandable.

“Of course, I also know a little bit about all kinds of demon etiquette.”

Lan Qi nodded.

 “If Miss Tata were here, you could dance with her.”

Nigel smiled helplessly.

Although he felt that Lanqi and Tata were always noisy, the relationship between the two was surprisingly good.

 “Haha, she... wait, she seems to really know how to do it.”

 Lan Qi habitually wanted to ridicule Tata, but suddenly found out that she was a princess.

 Having regarded her as the unemployed gray-haired girl next door for a long time, her true identity is often ignored.

 “So what if I do? Do you think I will agree to it?”

Thalia said in Lanci's mind.

"No, based on our coordination, I estimate that out of the four steps, we will step on at least two wrong steps."

The more Lanci works with Talia now, the more he feels like the two of them are like sine and cosine functions.

  It will never be right.

“Don't you think that just for the purpose of developing tacit understanding, you should first try to ask to be your teacher?”

Thalia asked again after a moment of silence.

"But there is really no chance now. I can't let you appear out of thin air. Do you actually want to promise me?"

Lan Qi responded helplessly.

“It's a pity today, but on the day of the Fireworks Festival in two days, there will be a masquerade event at the Temple of Love. You can invite Tata to go with you.”

Nigel suddenly seemed to think of something and mentioned.

Lanchi was speechless for a moment and looked at Nigel.

 And Tata in his heart stopped talking, as if waiting to see how he should continue.

 As we all know, the biggest gap between top laners is the gap between junglers.

 Lanchi felt this gap at the beginning of today.

"What's wrong?"

Nigel always felt as if Lan Qi was facing someone just now, and his unintentional words brought him down.

 “By the way Nigel, is your full name Nigel Quilston?”

Lanchi changed the topic rather abruptly, leaving Nigel a little stunned.

Although Nigel's reputation in the Posen Demon World is not very good, most of the demons still give him corresponding respect here, and even call him Mr. Quilston.

At Minister Perlman Quilston's dinner, even Astros, the lord of District 7, did not come to specifically trouble Nigel and Butler Lodge.

However, Astros still couldn't help but come over and taunt Nigel. Nigel's expression was expressionless, and Astros was taken away by Eureka, the lord of District 8, a gentle and bespectacled demon lady.

“Yes, I was adopted and taught by Teacher Perlman since I was a child. He is also like an adoptive father to me.”

Nigel admitted.

“So Ciara Quilston, whose birthday is today, is more like your adopted sister?”

Lan Qi looked at a girl in the distance of the hall who was often greeted by demons as if she was being held in the moonlight by stars, and asked Nigel.

Nigel didn't deny it, but he didn't nod either, just like Wuyan called her his adopted sister.

“It's my sister's birthday, so as an elder brother, you should go and say hello.”

Lan Qi patted him on the back and pushed him away.

 He could see that Nigel was a little reluctant to face the teacher's daughter Siara.

But he also discovered that Nigel looked at Siara several times, and Siara also looked at Nigel several times, but their eyes never met.

“The accident was not your fault. If my guess is correct, it was you who protected Siara, right?”

Lanchi looked at Nigel, who was like a lump of iron and couldn't push even half an inch, and continued.

It is said that when Nigel killed his sister who was cursed and turned crazy, his sister Siara was also present.

 Obviously, if Nigel did not choose to do this cruelly, Siara, the sister, would also die.

 “This cannot change the outcome, nor the hurt Ciara feels inside.”

Nigel lowered his eyes and muttered to himself.

"Your decisiveness and determination actually saved her. There is no need to blame yourself. Tragedy did happen. Time cannot be turned back. Some things cannot be changed in a lifetime, but it is not your fault that this tragedy happened. "

Lanqi was still patting Nigel on the back, as if he would keep patting Nigel if he didn't leave today.

 “You need to figure this out, okay.”

Nigel glanced at Lan Qi with a complicated expression and nodded. His dark eyes, which had always been deep, finally looked at the glow in the distance where Siara was.

At this time, Lan Qi also sighed in his heart.

"Don't you still do good things sometimes? How can Xiubao be so frightened if you keep doing this?"

Thalia discovered that Lan Qi's strange emotional communication ability was like a cult leader when used poorly, and like a little angel when used well.

 She kept looking at Lan Qi.

To a certain extent, Lan Qi's condition has improved a lot compared to his condition in the first half of the year.

For other people, growth means moving closer to truth and God, but for Lan Qi, everything is the opposite. His growth may be gradually taking off the cloak of God and becoming like a human being.

 Through Xiubao's continuous efforts, Lan Qi has gotten much better.

 “I've been doing good things.”

Lan Qi replied in his heart.

Thalia felt that Hubao still had a long way to go.

When necessary, she has to help Xiubao discipline Lan Qi.

 In the hall where people are singing and singing.

 Nigel, who had changed from his usual military uniform into a formal dress, walked among the shadows of the fragrant clothes on his temples. He didn't squint, only seeing the beautiful shadow in the distance.

The girl is wearing a lavender dress, like a wisteria flower, which is particularly dazzling among the demon guests.

 The young man walked towards her slowly, attracting the attention of the guests present.

 The girl was keenly aware of the young man's arrival.

 When she turned around and saw that familiar and handsome face, her eyes widened in surprise.

 She never expected that he would actually come towards her.

　　However, it just seems like you have made up your mind.

  Nigel walked over.

 The pace suddenly stopped.

 He stopped again because of a sight.

 When the ball was at its most exciting moment, a mysterious man walking down from the top of the stairs attracted the attention of all the guests.

 He was seen wearing a navy blue classical dress, and the cane slung behind his back glowed softly under the candlelight.

 Sir Perlman came down.

His gentle smiling eyes seemed to be asking Nigel what he wanted to do.

Nigel's steps felt like they were stuck in the mud and he could no longer move.

 He personally killed one of his mentor's daughters, and now he wanted to shamelessly touch another daughter. His mentor's gentle smile was like torture to him, making him feel like he was sinking all over.

Perlman quickly looked away from his beloved disciple and looked at the guests present.

As the lord of District 10, Perlman has a slender and tall figure, like a sculpture. Every step he takes is very calm. Even from a distance, you can feel the tolerance and majesty in his eyes.

Although he looks only in his thirties, his appearance makes him look more mature, and no one will doubt that he has actually lived for hundreds of years.

When the host of the banquet, Perlman, walked down to the banquet hall on the first floor, the originally noisy banquet fell silent for an instant.

 The band stopped playing in unison.

 The guests made way for him one after another, with awe on their faces and their heads lowered, deliberately avoiding eye contact with him.

He came to the world like a god, and like the bright moon rising in the dark night, dwarfing all the demons present.

When Perlman slowly walked to the center of the dance floor, Nigel stared at the teacher's figure intently. Just like many years ago, he could not figure out what the teacher was thinking or every attitude of the teacher.

Perlman, who attracted all the attention, had a pale complexion and his hat covered his demon features. Only the tips of his ears made him look more like a demon.

The short hair seems to be combed into a meticulous back, and the white hair is exposed at the temples under the brim of the hat.

Perlman nodded slightly to the demons.

 While all the demons were waiting in silence, this mysterious demon lord finally spoke.

 “Dear ladies and gentlemen.”

 He looked around at the guests present, his eyes burning.

 “Thank you all for coming here tonight to attend my little daughter's birthday party.”

His voice is deep and magnetic, like the timbre of a cello, and seems to hypnotize them.

The faces of the demons were still immersed in the joyful feast just now. They were not whispering to the demons beside them, or nodding with smiles.

“But I believe you all know that I had a daughter many years ago, who eventually died due to the curse of the great wizard Parroni.”

 When he finished speaking, the air froze.

Many demons present could not help but glance in the direction of Siara, or at Nigel.

Siara's original expression instantly became complicated, until she slowly lowered her head.

 She and her sister are twins.

 When I was a child, every birthday was celebrated with them.

 It was not until later that I became her.

 But she didn't know why her father mentioned his deceased sister at this moment——

 Because Nigel's eyes were already filled with a hint of fear when he looked at her.

 It was like when he saw her, he simultaneously thought of his sister whose head was beheaded by his own hands.

"Since then, Siara's birthday party has become much more deserted. Not only have I lost a beloved daughter, but even my beloved disciple who I regard as my own has left me."

Lord Perlman continued. There was no anger in his voice, but instead it was filled with relief and a hint of self-deprecation that was imperceptible.

"I believe everyone knows that a hundred years ago, when the demon world in the Northern Continent still existed and the war had not started, I came across the sea in an attempt to break the prejudice between humans and demons, and to create a world where humans can compete with demons. A society of mutual benefit, symbiosis, and harmonious coexistence.”

 He seemed to remember his ideals and passion when he was young, and he felt nostalgic.

The demons nodded slightly to pay respect.

 Mr. Perlman's efforts are obvious to all.

  The reason why there is such a Poisson Demon World now, it can be said that Pearlman's contribution is a huge decisive factor.

“Having said so much today, I want to reveal a fact to you.”

Perlman tapped his cane lightly, and a magic projection light curtain slowly appeared on the wall of the banquet hall behind him.

 He stopped talking and just pressed his cane, waiting for the image behind him to proceed.

The demons all looked away in confusion.

Perspective follows a mysterious figure wearing a dark gray cloak.

 The corner of the screen showed 3:26 in the morning.

 That is at this moment.

However, the surrounding buildings are not the Posen Demon Realm, but the south bank of the flower capital Parrieu that they feel quite familiar with.

 Continuous thunder often exploded in the dark clouded sky, and huge raindrops poured down, splashing countless water splashes on the deserted streets.

The figure was walking in the square in front of the South Bank City Hall holding an umbrella.

He moved quickly, and the slight sound of the friction of cloth was quickly blown away by the night wind. When the street light illuminated his figure again, he had turned into a researcher in white.

The mysterious figure walked quickly across the square, and the figure flashed behind an inconspicuous door behind the city hall. Then he closed his umbrella and appeared in the city hall.

 His skills and behavior made the demons in the banquet hall look at each other in surprise.

It stands to reason that the barrier of Huatu Parrieux City Hall is not that easy to cross, and the act of forcibly entering the city hall is obviously a crime.

They didn't know what Mr. Pearlman wanted them to see at this moment.

In the picture, the mysterious figure disguised as a researcher walked to an office on the basement floor of the city hall. He came to the wall and quickly pressed a series of complex codes on the surface of the stone bricks with his fingers.

With the input of the last password, the wall quietly rotated open like a Rubik's Cube, revealing the deep corridor hidden behind it.

He walked inside, and the wall closed quietly behind him, as if it had never been opened. Then he walked through corridors, turned several turns, and entered a transport elevator.

  Accompanied by a burst of darkness during the fall, a flickering magic lamp was embedded every few meters. The sound finally dissipated completely and was isolated, revealing a new space.

The door several meters high in front of you is made of cold and hard forbidden magic steel, with a thick curse seal attached to the outside. It lights up and goes out in a regular cycle as if it can breathe.

As if he knew the password, this figure touched the magic input device on one side and swiped the secret key on it.

The light on the door suddenly dazzled, and then turned into countless fragments, flying and circling in the air. Finally, like a brilliant firework, it dissipated in the thick darkness, and the magic-forbidden steel door suddenly opened.

At this moment, white light filled the screen.

 From the end of the dim underground passage, what appears in front of you is a huge research institute.

The interior of the pure white lacquered institute is like a paradise, but it is also like a tightly sealed secret space. The light is intertwined, and there are vague silhouettes of researchers in the depths.

 They all looked at him, as if wondering why the researcher came so late.

However.

 The mysterious figure did not answer them.

 He just walked straight into the underground building and looked around, letting the scene of the mysterious institute full of contradictions fill the screen.

Under the pale light, even late at night, several researchers in white coats were busy attentively in front of the measurement and control research platform.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of medicine and blood. Not only were the precision magic instruments assembled, but there were also deformed specimens soaked in the solution.

"What's this?"

“The corpse of our demon clan?”

“Shouldn't all those who are mad and cursed be cremated?”

This made many demons watching the live scene in the banquet hall of Perlman Mansion cover their mouths and exclaim.

 Because these deformed specimens are not human beings, but deformed and crazy cursed demons.

According to the report of the Senate, all the mad demons who were executed in the end should have been cremated to eliminate any possibility of "infection" that made the demons uneasy. Unexpectedly, so many corpses of mad demons were sent away. Got here.

 At this moment.

Researchers at the institute also seemed to feel something was wrong.

 Researchers who suddenly come at an inappropriate time are like being dropped.

Logically speaking, the existence of their institute should not be exposed, and no researcher should be caught.

 There are researchers who want to sound the alarm immediately.

 It's a pity that it's too late.

The mysterious figure did not need to make any movement, he just chuckled, and a strange dark blue flame suddenly rose from the shadow under his feet, flying out as if alive, the tongue of fire hovering in the air, and instantly engulfed the frightened researcher. them.

By the time the dark blue flames were extinguished, the researchers were reduced to charred remains.

 The figure with terrifying magic power once again transformed into a mysterious man wearing a gray cloak.

The air was filled with the smell of burnt meat and sulfur, and the ground was burned and cracked.

 The killing has just begun.

The mysterious man stepped forward, walking rampant among charred corpses, splashing blood and sirens, and the entire institute was turned into a living **** in the sea of ​​fire.

Nigel's eyes widened as he looked at the scene in the banquet hall.

Although he didn't know that there was such an underground research institute on the south bank of Parrieu, the other party's skillful disguise and stealth only made him vaguely think of a dangerous existence he had dealt with.

Until the dark blue cursed flame appeared, he finally confirmed that the other party was the culprit of the recent curse in Huaduparieu!

Tonight, the other party took advantage of his arrival in the Posen Demon Realm. Not only did they not plan to attack him at the banquet, but they sneaked into the Huadu area and even the south bank where the Senate was located.

Nigel didn't stop for a moment and wanted to break out of the banquet hall.

However, just as he was about to leave, he felt his feet being restrained by a huge force.

 He raised his head.

 I saw myself locked in Perlman's gaze.

Perlman's wordless silence seemed to want Nigel to watch it all.

Nigel's hand was originally ready to hold the short knife on the inside of his coat, but finally reluctantly put it down.

 In other words, even if we rush back to the south bank now, it's too late.

 The picture continues.

The mysterious figure in a gray cloak dragged the body of a senior researcher and walked indifferently through this museum-like purgatory. Along the way, there were internal organs floating in glass jars, and there were still living bodies in the life-support capsules.

 Go straight to the deepest part of the institute.

 A thick forbidden door, with forbidden magic steel covered with sealing spells.

 This time.

 He ​​lifted up the broken body of the Research Chief, aimed its eyes at the scanning magic device, and inserted the key on the Research Chief's body into the groove beside the door.

 Several levels of restricted doors twisted open.

 The space inside this secret room is completely different from the outside world.

The dark, frost-covered walls swallowed up most of the light and echo, and not even a breath could be found.

There is only the oppressive silence and the bottomless blackness.

In the center of the room, several pillar-like pillars of forbidden magic steel extended upward, connected to chains. The runes on the steel pillars shone with faint red light spots in the darkness.

At the end of the chain, a mechanical book as black as ink was wrapped in layers.

With just one glance, one can be sure that it is a book-shaped magic weapon, a taboo object that can overturn the common sense of the world.

 Several layers of enchantments circulate around the book, appearing as if they are hidden or visible.

The mysterious figure approached the magic book and summoned the dark blue flame again. The iron chain broke with the sound, and the barrier was shattered inch by inch.

As the fire went out, he slowly stretched out his hand and took out the incomplete dangerous magic weapon.

Under the hood of the cloak, the corners of the mysterious figure's mouth were slightly raised.

He knew how to use this magic weapon very well. Even though the corners of the book were missing a few pieces like a incomplete Rubik's Cube, it gradually came to life in his hands. The whole body of the book is pitch black, so dark that it swallows the light, as if it is condensed from the darkness in the endless abyss, and it looks like a living thing.

　　When the book cover is opened, it turns into a door leading to an unknown realm. Dense alchemical lines snake around on the cover, as if it will fly away from the cover at the next moment and turn into a terrifying monster.

The spine of the huge book is inlaid with dark red eyes, which are constantly rotating up and down, dark and dull, like a few grains of solidified blood.

  【Parroni's Resentment】

  【Category: Magic Device】

 【Grade: Red Legend (Damage)】

  【Class: 8】

[Effect: Under the premise of knowing the true name and understanding the contract structure, a curse can be given to the demon holding the contract. Under great mental pressure, the cursed demon has a probability of entering a super mad state that burns life. Because The magic guide is damaged, its effect is unstable and cannot be directed to cast spells. 】

【Note: There is no forgiveness and no relief. My hatred and anger are burning in hell. One day, they will break out of **** and incinerate the world, burn this dirty world, and exterminate this fallen race. 】

At this moment, before the scene could change again, panicked screams erupted in the banquet hall of Perlman's mansion.

“Is the legend of the great wizard Parroni true?”

“The Senate, instead of destroying this book, hid it for research? What on earth do they want to do? Completely enslave us!”

“Then the reason why the curse cannot be eradicated in the past hundred years is that the culprit is the greedy humans in the Senate?!”

About this magic weapon and the story of the great wizard Parroni, the demons who have lived in the Posen Demon Realm for a long time are deeply afraid.

Even Nigel's pupils were fixedly staring at the screen, trembling.

"How can it be?"

There were still a few demons who were more friendly to humans who questioned, their eyes full of disbelief.

 “This is exactly what is happening right now.”

Perlman's tone was calm, as if he was stating a simple fact.

 He tapped the ground again with his stick.

The glass curtain wall outside the mansion and the public giant screen in the city were also uniformly screened. The night screens in the entire 10th district of the Posen Demon Realm all projected such absurd scenes at the same time, informing all the residents of the Demon Realm.

"The research institute secretly recruited by the Senate a hundred years ago has been studying the remaining components of [Parroni's Grudge], and has assembled and repaired it into a gradually controllable state, but the curse it exudes It is also polluting this land all year round.”

Perlman pursed his thin lips slightly, with a meaningful mockery at the corner of his mouth.

"I once naively thought that humans and demons could coexist harmoniously. I kept pursuing it and compromising for it. The dream that had gradually faded away over the years also blinded me like a bubble. Until it completely shattered, I am finally convinced that humans are stupid and despicable creatures. Once their desires begin to ferment, they can never stop. For this reason, they can become something more terrifying than demons. The price I paid, looking back today , I don't regret it, because it made me see a lot of things clearly.”

 His voice was filled with helplessness, regret, and indescribable anger.

Looking at the surprised faces of the guests present, Perlman had a cold smile at the end of his eyes.

“Poisen's shadow has shrouded our heads, and this dance will probably end here.”

 The guests in the audience looked flustered and their faces were ashen, and the originally lively and joyful dance became solemn and depressing.

 But I don't know what to do.

 When they looked at Naperman again, the faces of the demons were full of pleading, hoping that he could provide a solution.

 But he just looked around, still looking calm and composed. Under the reflection of the magic screen, a dark and unclear expression appeared on his handsome face.

"This is the crime of the Senate. I am gathering everyone here today because I want everyone to see the truth! There is no need for us demons to live under the protection of this group of humans."

Perlman's rhythm seemed to arouse emotions, making the eyes of the demons present filled with angry flames.

“Today I want to introduce to you the true king of our demon clan.”

He waved his cane and pointed at the screen in the banquet hall.

only saw.

The cloaked figure holding the book took off her hood, her silver hair falling down. She looked back slightly, allowing people to see her blue eyes.

 She had an evil smile on her lips.

 And this face once again triggered exclamations in the banquet hall.

because.

 This demon clan is very famous in their Posen Kingdom.

There is a painting in the Platinum Collection, which is based on her -

"sleeping Beauty"!

"She is the last royal family of the orthodox demon world, the Great Demon Clan Ifatia! She will lead us to restore the country in Posen! We are witnesses of human sins, they are betrayers, we are the betrayed, and cannot be forgiven. There is no forgiveness, only revenge, only revenge!”

Perlman raised his hands high, and his resolute and exciting voice was like steel pouring into the hearts of the demons, directing great anger and leading them to victory.

Even Thalia in Lanci's spiritual world became restless.

 Because the face of the demon holding the cursed grimoire in the picture is exactly the Duchess in the portrait of Huberli's family, and she is also the most precious sister in her memory!

“No, this is not my sister, it's the curse spreader disguised as her!”

Thalia shouted anxiously in Lanci's heart.

 “Calm down Thalia, if you want to show up, you can only fight for three minutes at most.”

Lanchi said to Thalia in the spiritual world in a steady voice.

 Now we must observe the situation first, and if we rush to forcefully subdue the opponent, the chance of winning is very low.

Even if the two of them were to take action tonight, they still had to consider how to do the most and complete the decisive mission within the limited fighting time.

 Hearing Lan Qi's words, Thalia thought about it for a moment and gradually calmed down.

Now thinking about the whole story, they also figured out one thing.

 Mr. Perlman and the curse spreaders are in the same group.

 Their purpose was to overthrow the Senate and initiate rebellion to take control of the Poisson Kingdom.

 Originally, the biggest resistance to this approach was the United Kingdom Parliament and the Kingdom Alliance in the entire eastern region.

Even if Perlman and the Curse Spreaders really succeed, the allies of the Posen Kingdom will assist the Posen Senate in launching a battle of recapture. They, the Posen Demon Realm, have no way to fight against the giant of the United Kingdom Council.

 But the current time is also very delicate.

 It was as if a prophet had predicted the time when war would break out in the Southern Continent.

Once the Creain Empire in the south goes to war, the Kingdom Federation will be too busy to take care of itself, and there will definitely be no spare power to assist the original ruler of Poson!

 Compared with Lan Qi's estimate of the time of the war in the Southern Continent, it is still slightly ahead of schedule.

Without the interference and variables of the Prophet, the actions of Perlman and the curse spreaders might have started a little later.

 But it's no harm now.

 An unprecedented turmoil in the Posen Kingdom will begin tonight.

Perlman looked around the audience with an arrogant expression, as if he was admiring the expression on the demon's face.

 “Perlman, don't go too far!”

At this moment, a cold female voice broke the silence.

The demons followed the sound and saw a woman wearing a pure white dress standing at the other end of the hall.

Her waist-length silver-white hair fell down like a waterfall, and her eyes were a light ice blue, glowing with anger like crystals.

The person who spoke was none other than Etiou, the demon lord of District 9 who had been silent for a long time.

 “She is not Iphatia at all!”

Atio pointed at the figure on the screen and pointed it out.

There must be some powerful demon who disguised himself as Ifatia through transformation magic, and conspired with Perlman to use the name of Ifatia to lead the demon tribe.

 Such a crime, even if Ifatiya really comes back, she will not be able to return to the normal life she wants, and will be infamy forever!

Then her more than ten years of hard work and her dream of growing old together with Milaya were all in vain.

"oh?"

Perlman's eyes seemed to be asking, what qualifications do you have to say that she is not?

The demons in the banquet hall saw two eighth-level demon lords facing each other **** for tat, looking at each other from left to right, not knowing who to believe.

As we all know, Lord Aiteo is the demon who knows the Duchess of Mygaia Ifatia best in the Posen Demon World.

 Her words are very credible.

 But today the situation has reached this point.

To a certain extent, it no longer matters whether the demon who controls [Parroni's Grudge] is the real Ifatia.

 Many demons began to retreat, wanting to leave the banquet hall.

Perlman did not stop him, but instead signaled his servants to evacuate the demons in the banquet hall today.

 Not long after, there were only a small number of people left in the banquet hall who still wanted to see the whole thing.

"Perlman, you keep saying that you want to lead Parrieux. I always admired you at the beginning, but now you want to start with war and dictatorship, and you even hesitate to tarnish Ifatia's reputation. How did you degenerate into this? Look!"

 Atio suppressed his anger and asked him.

Perlman heard a sarcastic smile on his lips.

“Atiou, you are still as naive as ever, because you have not experienced the moment when I felt everything was broken, and of course you will not understand the choice I made at this moment.”

 He tilted his head, leaning on his cane and talking to Aiti.

“Wrong truth! Wrong is wrong, right is right!”

 Atio shouted sharply,

"I really can't understand you, but I will never allow you to lead Huadupariu and the demons astray!"

Before she finished speaking, twenty-two ice crystal cones had already condensed beside her and flew towards Perlman. The magic screen that was originally suspended in mid-air in the banquet hall instantly fell into pieces and turned into countless fragments under this terrifying magic power.

However, just when her ice pick was about to reach Perlman, it instantly dissipated under the influence of telepathy, and the stone tiles on the floor of the mansion also lit up under Atio's feet.

Seen silver light flashing, Ai Tiou's figure suddenly stagnated, being restrained by the invisible shackles of the barrier.

 “It seems we can't make sense.”

Perlman's expression when he looked at Atio became colder, as if he had seen something boring.

“As long as you die here, she will be Ifatiya.”

Atio's face changed slightly. He felt the restricted barrier of the mansion and knew that this place was not suitable for a war.

 “Don't use force in my house.”

He raised his cane and clicked it again, an invisible force of thought instantly made Etiou feel that gravity was a hundred times stronger, and cracks appeared on the ground.

Atio clenched her silver teeth, trying to break through the shackles of the barrier. However, the next second, another wave of telepathy was exerted on her.

The official action of the two eighth-level demon lords plunged the entire hall into chaos. The remaining demons panicked and stumbled towards the door, knocking over tables filled with delicacies. Glassware fell to the ground and shattered. Some demons were so frightened that they He was as stiff as dust on the ground, and his legs were shaking constantly, as if he had been cast a restraining spell.

However, Perlman didn't seem to want to hurt them. He suppressed Etio and did not take action again, giving the demons enough time to leave the mansion and even escape further to a safe place.

 Until the mansion became almost empty again.

The crystal chandelier above his head was also shaky, all the fine wine and food on the table fell to the floor, and champagne spilled all over the floor.

“Oh, by the way, Ifatia also has a daughter, which can prove Ifatia's identity.”

Perlman seemed to have thought of something and said to Aiti.

He strolled over and looked at the embarrassed Etiou, his eyes full of teasing.

But the absurd thing is that when everything is settled, her daughter will probably not be able to protect herself. She will be drowned out by the curses and will have no chance to prove that her mother is not her mother.

“You dare to harm Hyperion...don't forget she has an aunt, Princess Thalia will not let you go!”

 Atio gritted his teeth and still stared at Perlman stubbornly.

 “Oh? That princess whose whereabouts are unknown?”

Perlman seems to have read through Atio's mind,

“Instead of hoping for a princess who has not appeared for a hundred years and whose life or death is unknown, you might as well pray that other great demons will stop me.”

“You are also a demon with a daughter, how could you do such a thing?”

 Atio's face turned pale, and his hands could not help but tremble.

She must not lose today, otherwise she would not dare to imagine what the next situation in Huadu, Posen Palace, and Hyperion would be like.

 But at this moment she was at an absolute disadvantage, and Perlman had not even seriously taken action to fight her.

　　All she knew was that Perlman was a mage with main power and secondary spirit.

 The difference between spirit and telekinesis is that spirit controls living beings from the inside, while telekinesis controls living beings from the outside.

For example, mental magic cannot make units that cannot fly take off, but telekinesis magic can control units to float.

Psychological magic can often cause some special interference beyond action control, such as mental disruption, which telekinetic magic cannot do.

And telekinesis can be resisted and broken away through strength, but it is difficult to control warriors. Mental magic can easily control warriors, but it is difficult to affect mages, priests and special creatures with high spell resistance.

 Mastering both mental and telekinetic powers at the same time will result in almost absolutely irresistible control. It requires both physical and magical attributes to fight Pearlman.

After the real fight, Atio only felt that Perlman was unfathomable and it was difficult to compete with his terrifying telekinesis.

 “Nigel, do you know what happened?”

 During the brief silence, Perlman looked at Nigel who had been standing there for a long time with his head bowed at the side of the banquet hall.

Nigel clenched his fists tightly, and the veins on the back of his hands pulsed.

"I have not blamed you for leaving me all these years and even going to the Senate. You are very much like me when I was young, naive and passionate, determined but maybe going in the wrong direction. Be firm, over the years, I hope you can see with your own eyes what kind of existence human beings are like."

Perlman once again put his cane behind his back and taught Nigel.

 “Nigel…”

 Atio originally prayed that Nigel could help him.

Nigel, a seventh-level demon warrior, has strong physical fitness. As long as he is willing to help her, he can be in the front row and fight with her no matter what.

But if you carefully consider Nigel's state of mind, he is also uncontrollably angry and even extremely confused at the moment.

 Atio only felt hopeless.

The synchronized images on the 10th area of ​​Posen Demon Realm and the crystal screen in the banquet hall continue.

The curse spreader in the research institute gently caressed the magic book with his slender and well-jointed fingers. He kept turning the dark red pages of the book and recited the spells in ancient demon script in a low voice between his lips and teeth.

 At this moment, the technique was finally completed.

Invisible power penetrated the books, rising upwards like the black mist of an explosion, as if there were thousands of entangled and wailing undead screaming in the ears.

at the same time.

 It's approaching four o'clock.

  Amidst the heavy rain, the night in Huadu Parrieu became darker than usual.

 The Palace of the Counts of Asturias in the Parrieu 2 district.

Countess Rosalinda looked out of the floor-to-ceiling window in her nightgown, feeling something was wrong.

 There is a chilling atmosphere permeating the city.

 “The fog is so heavy tonight.”

 The rain was fierce, as if it was going to dissolve everything in the world into this dark rainy night.

 Although a heavy rain warning has been issued, communications on the south coast appear to be temporarily out of order.

 She wanted to contact the Marquis de Lisses in the Senate, but was unable to get through for a while.

Looking into the distance, the surface of the Selina River was undulated by the rain, as if it were boiling.

The buildings standing by the river were hidden in the rain, leaving only vague outlines, turning into mirages in the rainy night.

 Different from North Shore.

The sky above the ground on the south bank of Huadu Parrieux was densely covered with dark clouds, layers upon layers of which gathered as if summoned, blocking out the last trace of silvery moonlight.

Strong winds mixed with the roar of thunder and lightning roared past, and heavy rain poured down, raindrops hitting the deserted cobblestone streets.

The sky was torn apart by ominous blood-red lightning, and streaks of lightning illuminated half of the sky, illuminating the Spilled Blood Cross on the top of the iron tower of the Notre-Dame de Parrieux Church.

There was a deafening thunderbolt, and the earth trembled, and cracks spread like giant spider webs on the brick buildings.

The next second, countless human-shaped black shadows burst out of the buildings in Huadu. Their bodies were twisted and deformed, half-human and half-animal. They let out shrill howls mixed with giggles, and their blood-red eyes were beating. Bloodthirsty madness.

These irrational cursed mad demons ran like a tide in the heavy rain, smashed the glass windows of roadside shops, broke in, dragged frightened children out of their beds, and killed them amidst their cries. Gnaw and devour.

They slashed at the men, women, and children who were hurriedly fleeing with their sharp claws. Their blood splashed in the rain and formed a smelly river of blood.

Hearing screams came one after another, echoing in the thunder.

The fire was amidst lightning and thunder, and thick smoke was rising, fighting against the heavy rain. The entire sky was shrouded in a strange orange-red halo, and gradually spread across the river to the north bank.

The once prosperous Crystal Orchid Street was instantly reduced to a living hell. Among the ruins and ruins, the berserk demons danced crazily among the piles of corpses, fighting with the police officers and knights.

“The native demons in the northern and southern continents are so stupid that they even try to coexist with humans..."

The culprit of all this, the silver-haired figure holding the magic tool, was walking leisurely among the ruins and corpses, humming a tune.

 His destination was the Senate.

Although the city defense barrier has been suppressing the large-scale outbreak of mad demons in the urban area, it is gradually beginning to be overloaded.

Even if he wants to take action now, he doesn't have to worry too much about the attack and suppression effects of large-scale city defense facilities.

tonight.

 The flower capital will fall into darkness forever, and there will be no more dawn.

Poisson District 10, Banquet Hall of Lord Perlman Mansion.

Atio looked at the picture anxiously, but at this moment, just fighting against Perlman's telekinesis made her feel extremely stressed.

 She knows what the other person's purpose is.

As long as you grab the city defense center secret key from the residences of the three senators, and take the three keys to the city defense center in South Bank Area 1, you can close the barrier!

At that time, no one will be able to fight against Pearlman and the mysterious evil demon disguised as Ifatia.

Although the three dukes all have seventh-level guardians, the city defense barrier is now overloaded. The demons on the south bank seem to be very strong. It is not difficult to break through the guardians' defenses and grab the secret key.

To make matters worse, Tiffany's guardian Nigel is not around at all.

It's even possible that Nigel defected.

"Etio, if you are willing to join us, I promise you will not harm Hyperion. If Ifatia returns by then, we will also hand over the throne directly to her, because I believe that you are here, We can then cooperate with her, but if you insist on being my enemy, then I can only say goodbye to you today with great regret."

Perlman looked at Atio and said.

 “Perlman…”

Atio knew that Perlman's words were very seductive. He knew her too well, and he came here because of the obstacles that she might compromise on.

 But if she really agrees to Perlman, it would be tantamount to betraying Sister Epatia!

　　Just when Aiti was preparing for the worst and had a fight to the death with Perlman.

Nigel was seen holding a short knife, with a faint red light on the dark blade, as if it had been charging for a long time.

He didn't wait for Perlman to react, but the blade was already whizzing towards him.

 The direction of the chop was actually Perlman!

 Atio seized the opportunity, and icy blue lightning fell from the sky, almost freezing the earth.

 “Oh? Nigel?”

Perlman gently touched Nigel's dagger with his cane and said in surprise.

He easily raised his other hand to block the ice thunder.

 Even fighting Nigel and Atio is still very easy.

After he blocked Nigel's blade, the glass of the banquet hall behind him also shattered and fell like a rain curtain. Clear sections were cut out of the walls of the mansion and began to move and collapse.

With the sound of collapse, the heavy rain gradually fell from the sky, no longer blocked by the mansion, and hit Nigel's body, making his brown hair wet.

“Teacher, you are the one who has fallen.”

Nigel said in a firm and hoarse voice, just like when he beheaded his adopted sister, he was also ready to kill his master at this moment.

“I only know that that dangerous guy is a demon who cannot be friends.”

 He drew his sword and dived with a loud sound.

No matter how big the sin, he was ready to bear it, but he could not let the teacher make another mistake again.

“Don't you feel guilty about taking action against your teacher?”

Perlman asked with a smile.

 No matter how the rain swayed, it could not get close to him.

 He used his cane to catch Nigel's knife, just like he practiced swordplay with Nigel many years ago.

Nigel stopped talking and focused on fighting.

 “I am very relieved and very sad.”

Perlman shook his head in disappointment, his eyes getting colder, and he was sure that no words could shake Nigel.

　　followed by.

Nigel seemed to be under mental control, his movements directly deformed, and he headed towards Perlman's cane.

Upon seeing this, Aiteo wanted to apply an ice crystal shield to him.

"Do not bother me!"

Nigel roared, gritted his teeth and twisted his wrist with all his strength, and with the sound of bones shattering, he placed the dagger in front of him. With such majestic momentum, he actually used his flesh and blood to build a solid barrier for Etio. barrier.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　This time, an even more terrifying chill has gathered around the ruins of the mansion.

The clouds were rolling, the snowflakes were falling, and the entire Posen Demon Realm seemed to be involved in an unprecedented snowstorm.

Perlman was slightly surprised.

Countless ice picks were whizzing in from all directions, and each one was sharp. Pearlman's mind was blocked by these ice picks all over the sky.

 The next second, the sky will collapse and the earth will fall apart!

Countless icy blue lightnings fell from the sky and intertwined with the ice cones on the ground to form a network, which was bound to imprison Perlman in this ice and snow purgatory forever.

Nigel ignored the injury at all and stood in front. His short sword danced and turned into shadows of swords in the sky. In conjunction with the ice thunder from Aiteo behind him, the offensive became more fierce.

 In an instant, thoughts, ice crystals, and red shadows collided and intertwined in this dim rainy night!

Wherever this force passed, buildings collapsed and streets cracked. The entire center of District 10 seemed to be crumbling in this war!

 The top of a skyscraper a few kilometers away from the center of the battlefield.

 Thunder and lightning roared, and the wind howled.

Two figures stood there, holding their breath and looking at the earth-shattering scenery in the distance.

The night sky where heavy rain fell was dyed a strange purple-red color, like the last afterimage before the end of the world.

At the center of the eighth-level battlefield, the 10th area of ​​Posen Demon Realm was shrouded in a purgatory of ice and snow.

The city turned into a trembling earth in their confrontation.

 The lords of Areas 7 and 8, Astros and Eureka, were still hesitant and watched the battle from a distance on the Ferris wheel without joining the battlefield.

Even from such a long distance, they could clearly feel the terror of that power.

Every time the telekinesis collides with the ice thunder, a strong wind will be set off in the void, blowing the corners of their clothes loudly.

They felt an unprecedented sense of oppression, as if the world was about to fall apart in the contest between the two eighth-level demons.

“Is this an eighth-level battle?”

Astros murmured to himself, his voice full of trance.

"Yes, this is the realm of gods. I can't imagine that if two beings at the top of the eighth level fight, the entire Posen Demon World will be wiped out in a short time..."

Eureka said with a trembling voice.

 First of all, it will be difficult for them to escape from this kind of battlefield. Secondly, they are also very hesitant.

Perlman and Atio had different opinions. They originally wanted to support Perlman in rebuilding the glory of the demon clan.

But after what Nigel said, they also felt that the guy who was suspected of actively spreading the curse was very dangerous. If they surrendered to him, they didn't know where their fate would go.

“If all three secret keys in the hands of the three princes of the Senate are obtained, the city defense of Huatu Parrieux will also fall under Perlman's control, and there will be no chance of fighting.”

Eureka, the lord of District 8, analyzed.

"I'll listen to you."

 Astrous shook his head.

The entire southern district is now filled with crazy demons, and the city defense barrier has been overloaded.

However, the execution troops, the army, the police, etc. have been fighting against the crazy demons throughout Huadu.

If before the barrier is restored, the eighth-level demons on the south bank get the secret key and go to the city defense center in South Bank 1 to tamper with the instructions, everything will be over.

Similarly, no one in the south can fight against the eighth-level demons now.

“The condition for Nigel and Atio to win is to defeat Lord Perlman and the mysterious demons at the same time before the fall of Huadu.”

Eureka continued to speak in a deep voice.

 The battle to defend the city of Huadu, which is comparable to the Eighth-Level Shadow World, has begun.

Perlman only needs to stop Atio and Nigel in Area 10 of the Posen Demon Realm and wait for the mysterious demons to get the secret key. The south bank will inevitably fall.

 The combat power of both sides is not equal.

Atio, not to mention wanting to go to the south bank to put out the fire, even Perlman couldn't get there.

Furthermore, we don't know how many cards Perlman and the mysterious demons have. Now it seems that they are just playing with Atio and the others.

 “Is there really no way Nigel can win?”

 Astros shifted his gaze from the distant battlefield to Eureka beside him.

For the return of the demon clan, he not only holds expectations, but also doubts and fears.

 He is a little afraid of the mysterious demon clan that controls "Parroni's Grudge".

Maybe he and Eureka had to surrender to that kind of demon king, but it was difficult to determine whether he would be a tyrant.

 “In this situation, just wait until the group explodes.”

　　Eureka sighed.

 The two of them didn't want to fight anyway.

 It will do no good if you hit him, and you may get yourself involved.

 “Unless Fortune is making a joke.”

Eureka could only murmur without hope.

 (End of this chapter)

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