Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 816 - 686: Lanci’s Huadu Demon Realm Final Battle_5

Tonight, while he was attending the banquet in Poson Demon World, the other party not only refrained from taking action against him but rather infiltrated Huadu’s urban area, even reaching the South Bank where The Senate resides.

Nigel didn’t stay for a moment longer, determined to break out of the banquet hall.

However, as soon as he thought to leave, he felt his feet bound by a tremendous force.

He looked up.

All he saw was Perlman’s gaze locking onto him.

Perlman’s wordless silence seemed to insist on having Nigel witness everything.

"..."

Nigel’s hand, originally ready to grip the short blade inside his jacket, ultimately relaxed with great effort.

Or perhaps even if he rushed back to South Bank now, it would be too late.

The scene continued.

A shadowy figure in a grey cloak dragged a long officer researcher’s body, indifferently making its way through the museum-like purgatory, past glass jars containing floating internal organs, and along the way there were even living beings within life support pods.

Directly to the heart of the research facility.

A thickly sealed door, covered with Anti-Magic Steel and inscribed with Runes and Curses.

This time.

He lifted the mutilated research chief, aligning their eyes with the scanning Magic Device, and inserted the chief’s key into the slot beside the door.

A series of sealed doors twisted open.

[Grade: Red Legend (Damaged)]

[Tier: 8]

[Effect: Under the premise of knowing the true name and understanding the contract structure, the owner can bestow a Curse upon members of the Demon Race with a contract, causing them to experience significant spiritual pressure and have a chance to enter a Super Madness state that burns away their life. Due to damage to the Magic Device, its effects are unstable and cannot be cast directedly.]

[Note: There is no forgiveness, no liberation, my hatred and rage burn in Hell, and one day, they will burst forth from Hell, incinerating the world, purging this filthy world, eradicating this fallen species.]

At that moment, before the scene could change, Perlman’s mansion’s banquet hall erupted in panicked screams.

"Is the legend of the Great Sorcerer Parlony really true?"

"The Senate, they didn’t destroy this book but kept it hidden for research? What exactly do they intend to do, enslave us completely?"

"So the reason the Curse couldn’t be eradicated for a hundred years, the chief culprit turns out to be those greedy humans from The Senate?!"

About this Magic Device and the story of the Great Sorcerer Parlony, all members of the Demon Race who had lived in Poson Demon World for lengthy years harbored deep fear.

Even Nigel’s pupils were fixed on the screen, trembling incessantly.

"How is this possible?"

There were still some questions uttered by members of the Demon Race more sympathetic to humans, disbelief filling their eyes.

"This is exactly what is happening at this very moment," Perlman said calmly, as if stating an overwhelmingly simple fact.

He tapped his cane on the ground once more.

The glass facade outside the mansion and the public giant screens between cities were also synchronized to broadcast, and the night screens in all ten districts of Poson Demon World simultaneously displayed this absurd scene to all residents of the Demon World.

"The Senate secretly assembled a research facility a hundred years ago, which has been studying the remaining parts of [Parlony’s Record of Resentment] and repairing them into a gradually controllable state, but the Curses it emitted have been contaminating this land for years," Perlman asserted, his thin lips pursed with a meaningful sneer,

"I was once naïvely convinced that humans could coexist harmoniously with the Demon Race. I pursued that dream ceaselessly, made compromises for it, and as that dream that clouded my vision over the years shattered like a bubble, I finally confirmed that humans, being such foolish and ignoble creatures, have desires that ferment and never stop, and for them, they can turn into something even more terrifying than Demons. I don’t regret the price I paid, looking back today, because it allowed me to see many things clearly," he said, his voice tinged with resignation, regret, and an indescribable anger.