Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 1056 - 764: Lanci and Siegler’s Another Journey_4

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"Because I know I am no longer of any use, and you must continue to push forward."

"Dragging this body, I’ve stabilized the situation in the Demon World over these years, leaving you a gift that you can choose whether to open."

Lanci’s breath was no longer steady.

He hurriedly flipped through the letter, turning to the last page.

"It’s just that when you come to the Demon World, I might have already become the Gentle Town fallen in the trial of the Great Demon Clan."

"I’ve given the last of my Life Soul Origin to True Night Lord Esmod so her child can be safely born; if you meet the child of Mist Sir and True Night Lord one day, perhaps you can sense each other, because both of you carry my magic power."

"If you feel lost, then come to the Demon World."

"I believe that, if it’s you, you can definitely find the answer."

"This brand-new journey will start on the land you protect, and I hope you continue to like the Demon World."

"Goodbye."

"—Calila of the Fallen."

She ended the letter in a somewhat upbeat manner.

Lanci held the letter for a long time, unable to let go.

As one from another era, he knew that Calila’s ultimate fate was to become the Gentle Town fallen in the trial of the Great Demon Clan.

But he had never thought to experience these farewells in person in this era.

"Lanci, after all, this is the Shadow World, Calila’s death is ultimately destined, do not be sad."

Talia reflected, comforting Lanci.

She knew that Lanci and Calila had a friendship and had fought side by side.

Learning of Calila’s death, he must be feeling terrible inside.

"Ultimately destined... Calila..."

Lanci murmured Talia’s words to himself,

"Dead...?"

His voice had a hint of hesitation.

He felt a chill over his skin as he stared in stunned silence at everything.

Calila, her gaze void of life, lay bloodied on the ground.

And a figure resembling a young man stood opposite him, grinning maniacally with cheeks and lips smeared with fresh blood.

[Black Sun Lord, you dare to face me as a defeated subordinate?]

Duke Rashar’s voice echoed from all sides around him, with a night creature’s mocking laughter.

The sound swelled, buzzing and chaotic, nearly tearing his eardrums, as consciousness around him accelerated rapidly, pulling him into another warped void tunnel beyond the speed of sound and light—

"..."

Suddenly, a white light burst before Lanci’s eyes, and all went quiet.

When his vision refocused, only the pristine white of the Throne Hall remained, and Talia’s angelic face, filled with concern.

"Lanci, are you alright?"

In the Throne Hall, Talia, sensing something was wrong, appeared and shook Lanci’s shoulders.

Suddenly, Lanci had become still.

No response to her calls.

So she summoned herself directly.

"Talia..."

Lanci came to his senses, his breathing smoothing out, steady.

"No... nothing’s wrong."

Lanci answered as though waking from a dream.

He now perhaps understood a portion of the purpose of the mission objective, "To understand the feelings of Lankros."

Whether on the original historical line or the Shadow World line he derived, Rashar, the Third Ancestor, had left Lankros with an inescapable negative state in battle.

And in the process, he would intermittently witness the unresolved pain of Lankros.

"Are you sure there’s nothing wrong?"

Talia flicked her hair back, drew close, and gently removed Lanci’s mask, pressing her forehead against his.

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