Chapter 687 Lanchi's Final Battle in the Flower Capital's Magical Realm

Bosson Demon World, District 10.

The clamor of the rain played like a continuous fireworks display.

Advertising signs and giant screens between buildings flickered in the rain, dyeing the water curtain with brilliant colors reflected on the wet streets, a hazy and beautiful scene, swaying and unreal.

Three in the morning.

The torrential rain arrived suddenly as night fell over the Flower Capital, Palière, and had been falling for hours.

Dense raindrops beat against every surface of the Flower Capital, instantly gathering into gurgling streams rushing down the slopes, as if to wash away or completely submerge the city.

Unlike the city center of the Flower Capital Palière, the Bosson Demon World, starting from the northern shore's District 7, retained more of the Herlm's Demon World legacy from the Northern Continent. Skyscrapers stood in dense rows, their lights shining brightly, like glittering lighthouses.

Inside a mansion in the center of Bosson Demon World's District 10.

The sound of rain faded, but laughter continued unabated.

A grand midnight banquet was in full swing.

Demon guests were as plentiful as clouds, glasses clinking in cheerful toasts.

"Just a little bit more."

Lanchi's emerald green eyes occasionally flashed with a hint of gold, and then his hand picked up a piece of pastry and stuffed it into his mouth.

At the same time, he was instructing Talia in his mind.

Beside him now, a six-tiered dessert tower was adorned with gold-leafed macarons, crystalline apple-lime jellies were cut into animal forest shapes, and miniature soufflés baked with fruit wine glistened, placed on ice made from the purest mineral water, which he occasionally sampled.

Because it was so late, Talia was too hungry but couldn't come out, standing next to the banquet's buffet table was a form of torture.

So Lanchi finally compromised, allowing her to use his body to eat, but only this once.

"Okay, okay, your taste buds seem different from mine. Eating with your body makes sweet things sweeter, sour things sourer,"

Talia chewed with Lanchi's body, replying to Lanchi in her mind.

Perhaps because he had eaten so little, he hadn't reached the threshold.

"..."

Lanchi didn't reply.

He was a little afraid that Talia would get a taste for it and want to try using his body again in the future.

"Loki, do you find this late-night banquet troublesome?"

In a corner of the mansion, Nigel and Lanchi were chatting by the buffet table.

Lanchi was currently using the false identity Loki McCarthy, so Nigel naturally called him Loki.

"Not at all. I find it quite invigorating. Although young people shouldn't always turn night into day, it's good to celebrate once in a while,"

Lanchi replied amicably.

The timing of the banquet didn't surprise Lanchi; the Reforging Corridor Academy's exam week had also been at night.

It was just that he had been more tired than usual lately, so he was a little sleepy at this hour.

Talia was refreshed every day; in a way, he was shouldering the fatigue of two people.

He hadn't yet tried letting Talia go all out, but if he really let her use up all her magical power, he felt like he might sleep for a day or two.

Standing in the nearly thousand-square-meter hall, Lanchi and Nigel looked into the distance, where a ball was in progress.

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

The air was filled with the scent of perfume and the gleam of hair ornaments, and the crowd bustled.

Guests wore custom-made dresses. The men wore silk bow ties trimmed with feathers or fresh flowers, while the ladies wore silk and velvet gowns, with maple-leaf-shaped gems or fireworks painted on the skirts. As the band played a demon world waltz, the guests danced gracefully, moving on the black-and-white marble floor tiles, their skirts flying.

White wine, a specialty of Aquitaine bordering Bosson, South Asia, and rosé sparkling wine brewed by the Kingdom of Yaloran filled tall glasses engraved with Dionysian motifs, occasionally making soft clinking sounds at the edge of the banquet hall as demon dignitaries chatted and watched the rain outside the window.

Demon attendants in black tailcoats weaved through the demon crowd, carrying silver trays of champagne and desserts.

Lanchi and Nigel were out of place among the surrounding guests. They neither danced nor spoke to the other demons, but simply stood by a twenty-meter-long buffet table.

"Sorry for bringing you to this kind of demon banquet,"

Nigel said.

He thought it must be quite difficult for Lanchi as a human to be here.

Of course, if his connections in the demon world were better, Lanchi wouldn't have to just stand here with him.

"Actually, I can become acquainted with all the demons at the banquet in just a few hours. I'm quite experienced in these kinds of events,"

Lanchi said to Nigel.

"Have you attended demon banquets before?"

Nigel asked curiously.

"I used to host quite a few,"

Lanchi nodded.

That was when he was still in the ancient demon world's Demon King's castle, Nicalis.

It was a pity that Talia didn't have the chance to eat so much delicious food, which even Hyperion felt sorry about.

And if Talia was good at taking care of children, she could help him take care of Sigrid.

"Me, the Demon King, take care of children?"

Talia asked in his mind.

"Because I've discovered that Hyperion isn't very good at taking care of children. She even steals the child's blanket when she's asleep, and might even kick Sigrid out of bed, which is why Sigrid said she dreamed that Hyperion was hitting her,"

Lanchi sighed, believing that Talia had already heard some stories from Hyperion about the previous shadow world.

"..."

Talia deeply sympathized with this.

She often woke up to find her blanket gone.

"Okay, then, if you want to be with me, I can help you with logistics. You can focus on fighting the vampires."

She had been curious about McCarthy's restaurant for some time, and it would be nice to eat dim sum, lunch, and afternoon tea, and take care of children.

"No problem,"

Lanchi guaranteed.

He would definitely take Talia to enjoy the next shadow world.

Just thinking about the scene of the three of them together made him feel harmonious.

Back in the banquet hall.

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

"Is that so?"

He didn't expect Lanchi to have met other demons and have acquaintances.

Demons in the Kingdom of Hutton should be very rare, but he had heard that Lanchi had been to the Northern Continent and was good at challenging shadow worlds, so he could understand.

"Of course. I know a little about various demon customs,"

Lanchi nodded.

"If Miss Tata were here, you could dance with her,"

Nigel said with a slight smile.

Although he felt like Lanchi and Tata were always arguing, their relationship was surprisingly good.

"Heh, she... wait, she actually might know how,"

Lanchi habitually wanted to satirize Tata, but suddenly realized she was a princess.

He had been treating her like an unemployed gray-haired girl next door for too long, and often overlooked her true identity.

"So what if I do? Do you think I would agree?"

Talia said in Lanchi's mind.

"No, with our coordination, we'd probably step on each other's feet at least twice in four steps."

The more Lanchi cooperated with Talia, the more he felt like they were sine and cosine functions.

They never matched up.

"Don't you think that, for the sake of practicing tacit understanding, you should at least try asking your teacher first?"

Talia asked after a moment of silence.

"But there's really no chance now. I can't just make you appear out of thin air, can I? Could it be that you actually want to agree?"

Lanchi replied helplessly in his mind.

"It's a pity today, but there's a masquerade ball at the Temple of Love two days later during the Fireworks Festival. You can invite Tata to go together,"

Nigel suddenly remembered something and mentioned.

"..."

Lanchi was speechless for a moment, looking at Nigel.

And Tata in his mind was also silent, as if watching to see how he would continue.

As everyone knows, the biggest difference in top lane is the difference in jungle.

And today, Lanchi felt this difference right from the start.

"What's wrong?"

Nigel felt like Lanchi had been laning against someone just now, and his unintentional words had thrown him off.

"By the way, Nigel, is your full name Nigel Quellston?"

Lanchi abruptly changed the subject, leaving Nigel a little stunned.

Although Nigel's reputation in the Bosson Demon World wasn't great, most demons here still gave him due respect, even calling him Young Master Quellston.

At Lord Perlman Quellston's banquet, even District 7 Lord Astros didn't particularly bother Nigel and Loki, the butler.

However, Astros couldn't help but ridicule Nigel a few times. Nigel remained expressionless, and Astros was taken away by District 8 Lord Eureka, a gentle and elegant demon lady wearing glasses.

"Yes. I was adopted and taught by Master Perlman since I was young. He's like a foster father to me,"

Nigel admitted.

"Then Siara Quellston, who's celebrating her birthday today, is more like your adopted sister?"

Lanchi looked at a girl in the distance who was being fawned over and frequently greeted by demons, and asked Nigel.

"..."

Nigel didn't deny it, but he didn't nod either, as if he didn't have the face to call her his adopted sister.

"It's your sister's birthday. As a brother, you should at least say hello,"

Lanchi patted him on the back, pushing him to go.

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

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

"The accident wasn't your fault. If I'm not mistaken, you protected Siara, right?"

Lanchi stared at Nigel, who was as immovable as a lump of iron, and continued.

It was said that Nigel's older sister, Siara, was also present when he killed his cursed and berserk younger sister.

Clearly, if Nigel hadn't made the cruel decision, Siara, as the older sister, would have also died.

"That can't change the result or the pain Siara suffered,"

Nigel muttered to himself, his eyes lowered.

"Your decisiveness and resolve actually saved her. There's no need to blame yourself. Tragedy did happen, and time can't be turned back. Some things can't be changed even with a lifetime of effort, but it wasn't your fault that this tragedy happened,"

Lanchi continued to pat Nigel on the back, as if he would keep patting him until Nigel left today.

"You need to understand that, okay?"

"..."

Nigel looked at Lanchi with a complicated expression, nodded, and finally looked at the radiant spot where Siara was in his usually deep and dark eyes.

At this moment, a sigh also came from Lanchi's mind.

"Sometimes you can do some good things, can't you? If you were always like this, Hyperion wouldn't be so worried."

Talia found that Lanchi's strange emotional communication ability, when used poorly, made him look like a cult leader, and when used well, made him look like a little angel.

She had been watching Lanchi through Lanchi all along.

To some extent, Lanchi's condition had improved a lot compared to the first half of the year.

For others, growth meant getting closer to truth and divinity, but for Lanchi, it was the opposite. His growth was perhaps gradually shedding the cloak of divinity and becoming more like a person.

Thanks to Hyperion's constant efforts, Lanchi had improved a lot.

"I've always been doing good things,"

Lanchi replied in his mind.

He had done so many good things in the past year or so that he couldn't even count them all, and the Book of Merit was almost full.

"..."

Talia felt that Hyperion still had a long way to go.

When necessary, she would have to help Hyperion discipline Lanchi.

In the hall filled with clinking glasses and interwoven banners.

Nigel, who had changed from his usual military uniform into a dress suit, walked through the crowd, his eyes only on the figure in the distance.

The girl wore a light purple dress, like a wisteria flower, and was particularly dazzling surrounded by demon guests.

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

The girl keenly noticed the arrival of the young man.

When she turned around and saw the familiar and handsome face, she couldn't help but widen her eyes in surprise.

She never expected that he would walk towards her.

However, just as he seemed to have made up his mind.

Nigel, who was walking over.

His steps suddenly stopped.

He paused again because of a gaze.

As the ball was reaching its highest point, a mysterious man descending the stairs attracted the attention of all the guests.

He wore a dark blue classical dress suit, and the cane behind his back shone softly in the candlelight.

Lord Perlman had come down.

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

Nigel's footsteps were stuck as if in deep mud, unable to move.

He had personally killed one of his benefactor's daughters, and now he was shamelessly going to approach another daughter. The benefactor's gentle smile was like torture to him, making him feel like he was falling.

Perlman quickly shifted his gaze from his beloved student to the guests present.

As the lord of District 10, Perlman was tall and straight, like a statue. Every step he took was calm, and even from a distance, one could feel a sense of tolerance and majesty in his eyes.

Although he looked only in his thirties, his attire made him look more mature, and no one would doubt that he had actually lived for hundreds of years.

When the host of the banquet, Perlman, walked down to the first-floor banquet hall, the originally noisy banquet instantly fell silent.

The band stopped playing in unison.

The guests made way, their faces filled with awe, lowering their heads, intentionally avoiding eye contact with him.

He was like a god who had come to earth, or a bright moon rising in the darkness, making all the demons present look inferior.

As Perlman slowly walked to the center of the dance floor, Nigel stared intently at his teacher's figure. As he had done many years ago, he couldn't fathom what his teacher was thinking or what his attitude was.

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

His short hair seemed to be combed back meticulously, and white hair was visible on both sides of his temples under the brim of his hat.

Perlman nodded slightly to the demons.

As all the demons waited in silence, the mysterious demon lord finally spoke.

"Respected ladies and gentlemen."

He looked around at the guests, his eyes piercing,

"Thank you all for coming here tonight to attend my little girl's birthday banquet."

His voice was deep and magnetic, like the tone of a cello, and seemed to be able to hypnotize them.

The demons' faces were still immersed in the joyous banquet, either whispering to the demons beside them or nodding with a smile.

"But I believe you all know that many years ago, I had another daughter who eventually died because of the curse of the great wizard, Parroni."

When he said this, the air froze.

Many demons present couldn't help but glance in the direction of Siara, or look at Nigel.

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

She and her sister were twins.

When they were young, they always celebrated their birthdays together.

Until later, it became just her.

But she didn't know why her father would mention her deceased sister at this moment—

Because the look in Nigel's eyes as he looked at her had already been stained with a hint of horror.

As if seeing her made him simultaneously remember the sister he had personally beheaded.

"Since then, Siara's birthday banquet has become much more deserted. I not only lost a beloved daughter, but even the beloved student I regarded as my own son has left me."

Lord Perlman continued, his voice without a hint of anger, but rather full of relief, and with a hint of imperceptible self-deprecation.

"I believe you all know that hundreds of years ago, when the demon world of the Northern Continent still existed, and before the war had begun, I crossed the sea to try to break down the prejudice between humans and demons, wanting to create a society where humans and demons could coexist harmoniously for mutual benefit."

He seemed to recall his youthful ideals and passion, and was quite nostalgic.

The demons nodded slightly, paying their respects.

Everyone had witnessed Lord Perlman's efforts.

The fact that there was now such a Bosson Demon World could be said to be due in large part to Perlman's contribution.

"Having said so much today, I want to reveal a truth to you all."

Perlman gently tapped his cane, and a magical projection light screen slowly appeared on the banquet hall wall behind him.

He no longer spoke, but simply held his cane, waiting for the image behind him to proceed.

The demons turned their eyes in confusion.

The perspective followed a mysterious figure wearing a deep gray cloak.

A corner of the screen showed 3:26 a.m.

Which was the present moment.

But the surrounding buildings were not in the Bosson Demon World, but rather in the familiar South Bank of Flower Capital Palière.

Thick clouds covered the sky, and continuous muffled thunder rumbled frequently. Large raindrops poured down, splashing countless drops of water on the deserted streets.

The figure held an umbrella and walked in the square in front of the South Bank City Hall.

He moved nimbly, and the faint sound of the fabric rubbing was quickly blown away by the night wind. When the streetlights illuminated his figure again, he had turned into a white-coated researcher.

The mysterious figure quickly crossed the square, and after flashing behind an inconspicuous door behind the City Hall, he put away his umbrella and appeared inside the City Hall.

His skill and behavior astonished the demons in the banquet hall, who exchanged glances.

Logically speaking, the Flower Capital Palière City Hall's barrier shouldn't be so easy to pass through, and forcibly entering the City Hall was clearly a crime.

They didn't know what Lord Perlman wanted them to see at this moment.

In the picture, the mysterious figure disguised as a researcher walked to an office on the first 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 code, the wall silently rotated like a Rubik's Cube, revealing a deep, hidden passage behind it.

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

Accompanied by the dimness during the descent, with a dim magic lamp inlaid every few meters, the sound finally disappeared completely, isolating him, revealing a new space.

The meters-high door in front of him was made of cold, hard anti-magic steel, with thick咒印 affixed to the outside, which seemed to breathe, lighting up and extinguishing regularly in a cyclical pattern.

And the figure seemed to know the password, lightly touching the magic input device on the side and swiping the key over it.

The light on the door suddenly became dazzling, and then turned into countless fragments, flying and spinning in the air, and finally disappearing into the thick darkness like a gorgeous fireworks display, and the anti-magic steel door opened immediately.

In an instant, white light filled the screen.

From the end of the dark underground passage, what appeared before them was a giant-scale research institute.

The interior of the research institute with a pure white lacquer bottom was like heaven, but also like a tightly sealed secret space. The light was interlaced, and there were vague figures of researchers in the depths.

They all looked at the people who came, seemingly wondering why this researcher came so late.

However.

The mysterious figure did not answer them.

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

Under the pale light, even in the middle of the night, several researchers in white coats were concentrating on working at the control and research platform.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of medicine and blood, not only the assembled precision magic equipment, but also the deformed specimens soaked in solution everywhere they could see.

"What is this?"

"Our demon corpses?"

"Shouldn't the cursed狂化 ones all be cremated!"

This made many demons who were watching the live picture in Perlman's mansion banquet hall exclaim in horror, covering their mouths.

Because these畸形 specimens were not humans, but 狂化 demons that had been distorted and狂化.

According to the Senate's report, the final execution of狂化 demons should all be cremated to eliminate all possible "infections" that would make demons uneasy. Unexpectedly, so many狂化 demon corpses were sent here.

At this moment.

The researchers in the研究所 also seemed to sense something was wrong.

The researchers who suddenly came at an inappropriate time seemed to have been调包.

Logically speaking, the existence of their研究所 should not be exposed, nor should any researcher be caught.

Some researchers wanted to immediately sound the alarm.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

The mysterious figure didn't need any action, just let out a chuckle, and a strange dark blue flame suddenly rose from the shadow under his feet. It flew out as if it had life, and the tongue of fire circled in the air, engulfing the panicked researchers in an instant.

When the dark blue flames went out, the researchers had turned into charred remains all over the floor.

And that figure with terrifying magic power returned to being the mysterious man in the gray斗篷.

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

The massacre had just begun.

The mysterious man strode forward, rampaging in the midst of charred corpses, splashing blood, and alarms. The entire研究所 turned into a purgatory on earth in the sea of ​​fire.

Nigel stared wide-eyed at the scene in the banquet hall.

Although he didn't know that there was such an underground研究所 in Palière South Bank, the other party's skilled disguise and sneak made him faintly think of a dangerous existence he had fought against.

Until the dark blue curse flame appeared, he finally confirmed that the other party was the culprit who had been spreading curses in Flower Capital Palière recently!

Tonight, while he was in Bosson Demon World, the other party not only didn't think about attacking him at the banquet, but sneaked into the city of Flower Capital, even the南岸 where the Senate was located.

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

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

He raised his head.

He saw that he was locked on by Perlman's sight.

Perlman's silent silence seemed to be asking Nigel to watch all this.

"..."

Nigel originally prepared to clench the dagger on the inside of his outer clothes, but finally勉强 put it down.

Or rather, it was too late even if he rushed back to 南岸 now.

The screen was still running.

The mysterious figure in the gray斗篷 dragged the body of a chief researcher, walking indifferently in this museum-style purgatory, with floating internal organs in glass jars along the way, and living bodies in those life-support艙.

Straight to the deepest part of the研究所.

A heavy禁制 door, the forbidden magic steel was covered with封印咒文.

This time.

He raised the残破research and pointed its eyes at the scanning magic device, and inserted the 秘钥 on the research body into the凹槽 on the side of the door.

Several levels of 禁制 doors扭转 and opened.

In the space on the inner side of this密室, it was like two worlds from the outside.

The漆黑 walls covered with frost swallowed most of the light and echoes, and not even a trace of breathing could be found.

Only the suppressed silence and bottomless black.

In the center of the room, several pillars of anti-magic steel extended upwards, connecting the chains, and the符文 on the steel pillars flickered with dim red light in the dark.

At the end of the chain, a漆黑and墨mechanical book was wrapped layer by layer.

With just one glance, one could confirm that it was a book-shaped magic guide, a forbidden thing that could overturn the常理 of the world.

Several layers of结界 circulated around the book, looming.

The mysterious figure walked close to the magic book and once again summoned a dark blue flame. The iron chain broke in response, and the结界 shattered inch by inch.

As the fire went out, he slowly stretched out his hand and took down the dangerous magic guide that was somewhat残缺.

"..."

Under the斗篷's hood, the corner of the mysterious figure's mouth raised slightly.

He knew how to use this magic guide, even though a few pieces were missing from the corner of the book like a残缺魔方, it gradually recovered in his hands.

The book was漆黑all over, as deep as ink, devouring light, as if it was凝结 from the darkness in the endless abyss, and it was shaped like a living thing.

After the cover of the book was opened, it turned into a door leading to an unknown realm. Dense alchemy纹路蜿蜒盘旋 on the cover of the book, as if it would fly away from the cover and turn into a terrifying monster in the next moment.

The spine of the giant book was inlaid with暗红色的 eyeballs, constantly turning up and down, dim and无光, like several solidified鲜血.

【Parroni's Grudge Record】

【Category: Magic Guide】

【Grade: Red Legend (Damaged)】

【Class: 8】

【Effect: Under the premise of knowing the real name and understanding the contract structure, it can give curses to the demons who hold the contract. The cursed demons are likely to enter a超狂化 state of burning life under great mental pressure. Because the magic guide is damaged, its effect is unstable and cannot be pointed to spellcasting. 】

【Remarks: There is no forgiveness, no way to解脱, my hatred and anger burn in hell, and one day, they will rush out of hell to焚化 the world,焚化 this dirty world, and灭绝 this堕落 race. 】

At this moment, before the picture changed again, Perrman's mansion banquet hall burst out with panicked screams.

"Is the legend of the great wizard Parroni true?"

"The Senate, instead of destroying this book, hid it and researched it? What exactly do they want to do? Completely enslave us!"

"Then in the past hundred years, the reason why the curse cannot be根除 is that the culprit turned out to be the greedy humans in the Senate?!"

The demons who had lived in Bosson Demon World for a long time were deeply afraid of the story about this magic device and the great wizard Parroni.

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

"How is that possible?"

There were still a few demons who were closer to humans questioning, their eyes full of disbelief.

"This is exactly what is happening at this moment."

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

He tapped the ground again with his cane.

The glass curtain wall outside the mansion and the public giant screen between the cities were also broadcast in a unified manner. All the night screens in the 10 districts of the entire Bosson Demon World simultaneously projected this ridiculous picture to announce to the residents of the entire Demon World.

"The研究所 secretly raised by the Senate a hundred years ago has been researching the remaining components of [Parroni's Grudge Record] and assembling and restoring it into a gradually controllable state, but the curse it emits has also been polluting this piece of land all year round."

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

"I once naively thought that humans and demons could live in harmony. I constantly pursued it and constantly compromised for it. These years, the dream that was gradually approaching was also蒙蔽ed like a泡影. Until it completely shattered, I finally confirmed that human beings Such stupid and卑劣 creatures, once their desires begin to发酵, they can no longer stop. For this, they can become more terrifying than demons. The price I paid, looking back today, I don’t regret it, because it made me see a lot things."

In his voice, there was helplessness, regret, and unspeakable anger.

Looking at the surprised faces of the guests present, a cool smile appeared on the corner of Perlman's eyes.

"The shadow of Bosson has shrouded our heads, and this dance party is probably coming to an end."

The guests below the stage looked flustered and ashen-faced. The originally lively and jubilant dance party became凝重压抑.

But I don't know what to do.

Looking at Perlman again, the demons' faces were full of requests, hoping that he could give a solution.

But he just looked around, still looking calm and composed. Under the illumination of the magic荧幕, an obscure expression appeared on his handsome face.

"This is the crime of the Senate. Today I gathered everyone here is to let everyone see the truth! There is no need for us demons to寄于 under the篱下 of this group of humans."

Perlman's rhyme seemed to be able to激发 emotions, causing the eyes of the demons present to be filled with angry flames,

"Today I want to introduce to you a real king of our demons."

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

Just saw.

The figure in the斗篷 holding the book took off the hood, and the silver hair fell down. She looked back slightly, letting people see those幽蓝 eyes.

There was an evil smile on the corner of her mouth.

And this face once again caused an exclamation in the banquet hall.

Because.

This demon is very famous in their Bosson Kingdom.

There is a painting collected in the铂金森宫, which is based on her as the prototype——

"Sleeping Beauty"!

"She is the last orthodox royal family of the Demon Realm, the great Demon族伊珐提娅! She will lead us to restore the country in Bosson! Human sins, we are witnesses, they are traitors, we are traitors, cannot forgive, no forgiveness, only revenge, only revenge!!"

Perlman raised his hands high, and the firm and exciting voice seemed to be made of steel, which was poured into the hearts of the demons, guiding the great anger, which could lead them to victory.

Even Talia in Lanchi's spiritual world became躁动不安.

Because the demon face holding the cursed magic book on the screen was exactly the Duchess on the portraits of the Hyperion family, and also the most precious sister in her impression!

"No, this is not my sister, it is the distributor of the curse who disguised himself as her!"

Talia shouted anxiously in Lanchi's heart.

"Calm down, Talia, if you want to show up, you can only fight for three minutes at most."

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

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

Even if the two of them want to take action tonight, they must consider how to do the most things in a limited combat time and complete decisive tasks.

Hearing Lanchi's words, Talia thought for a moment and gradually calmed down.

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

卿Perlman and the distributor of the curse are in the same group.

Their purpose is to overthrow the Senate and launch a chaos to control Bosson Kingdom.

Originally, the biggest obstacle to this approach was the Kingdom Joint Council and the Kingdom Alliance in the entire eastern region.

Even if Perlman and the distributor of the curse really succeed, the allied countries of Bosson Kingdom will also assist the Bosson Senate to launch a夺还 war. Their Bosson Demon World alone cannot compete against the behemoth of the Kingdom Joint Council.

But the current time point is also very delicate.

It's like a prophet calculated the time when the war in the Southern Continent would break out.

Once the Creti Empire in the south starts a war, the Kingdom Union will be too busy to take care of itself and will definitely not have the energy to help the original rulers of Bosson!

Compared with Lanchi's estimated time of the war in the Southern Continent, it was still a little earlier.

If there were no 干涉 and variables from the prophets, Perlman and the distributor of the curse might have waited a little longer before starting their actions.

But it doesn't matter now.

An unprecedented unrest in Bosson Kingdom will begin tonight.

Perlman looked around the audience with an arrogant expression, as if appreciating the expressions on the demons' faces.

"Perlman, don't go too far!"

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

The demons looked around and saw a woman in a pure white dress standing at the other end of the hall at some point.

Her silver-white hair that reached her waist fell like a waterfall, and her eyes were light冰蓝色, like crystals, showing anger.

The one who let go was the Demon Realm Lord Etiore of the 9th District who had been silent for a long time.

"She's not Etiore at all!"

Aitiore pointed to the figure on the screen and identified.

There must be some powerful demon who used the magic of transformation to disguise himself as Etiore, and conspired with Perlman to use the name of Etiore to rule the demons.

Such sin, in the future, even if the real Etiore comes back, he will no longer be able to return to the normal life she wants, and will forever bear the infamy!

Then her efforts for more than ten years, the dream of growing old together with Migaia, are all in vain.

"Oh?"

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

When the demons in the banquet hall saw the two 8th-order demon lords tit-for-tat, they looked at each other, wondering who to believe.

As we all know, Lord Etiore is the most了解魔族 in Bosson Demon World's Duchess Migaia.

Her words are very credible.

But today the situation has reached this point.

To some extent, whether the demon who controls the [Parroni's Grudge Record] is the real Etiore is no longer important.

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

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

Before long, only a small number of figures who still wanted to see the end remained in the banquet hall.

"Perlman, you keep saying that you want to lead Palière. I have always admired you, but now you want to use war and dictatorship as the beginning, and even玷污 Etiore's reputation at all costs. How did you fall to this point!"

Etiore asked him, suppressing his anger.

Hearing this, Perlman smiled讥诮 at the corner of his lips.

"Etiore, you are as naive as ever, because you have not experienced the moment when everything I felt was broken, of course you will not understand the choice I made at this moment."

He tilted his head and said to Etiore with a cane.

"歪理! Wrong is wrong, right is right!"

Etiore shouted sharply,

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

Before she finished speaking, twenty-two ice crystal cones had already凝结 next to her, and they掠去 towards Perlman