Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 818 - 686: The Final Battle of Lanci’s Flower Capital Demon Realm_7

Perlman did not interfere; instead, he gestured to the attendants of the mansion to disperse the Demon Race gathered in the banquet hall today.

Before long, only a small portion remained in the hall, eager to see the outcome.

"Perlman, you’ve always talked about leading Parriet. I used to admire you, but now you’re starting with war and tyranny, even willing to stain Isatia’s reputation. How have you fallen so far!"

Aitio demanded angrily.

Upon hearing this, the corners of Perlman’s mouth curled into a mocking smile.

"Aitio, you’re as naive as ever because you’ve never experienced the moment I felt everything was shattered. You certainly won’t understand the choices I make now,"

he said, tilting his head and leaning on his cane as he spoke to Aitio.

"Nonsense! Wrong is wrong, and right is right!"

Aitio retorted sharply,

"I certainly don’t understand you, but I’ll never allow you to lead the Floral City Parriet and the Demon Race astray!"

As she spoke, twenty-two ice crystal spikes had already formed at her side and shot towards Perlman. The Magic Fluorescent Screen that had been floating in mid-air burst into countless fragments under the terrifying magic power.

However, as her ice spikes were about to reach Perlman, they dissipated in an instant under the influence of psychic power, and the stone tiles on the mansion’s floor lit up beneath Aitio’s feet.

Silver light flickered, and Aitio’s figure suddenly became rigid, bound by an invisible barrier as if she were shackled.

"It seems we cannot come to an agreement."

Perlman’s look towards Aitio cooled, viewing her with the disinterest one might show toward a dull object,

"As long as you die here, she will be Isatia."

"You have a daughter, too. How can you do such a thing?"

Aitio’s face turned pale, her hand trembling uncontrollably.

She absolutely could not lose today; she dared not imagine what would become of Floral City Pariel, the King’s royal palace, and Hyperion in the future.

But at this moment, she was at an absolute disadvantage; Perlman had yet to seriously engage her in combat.

All she knew was that Perlman was a mage specializing in psychic power with spiritual magic as a secondary.

The difference between spirit and psychic power lies in that spirit controls beings from within, while psychic power controls them from without.

For example, spiritual magic cannot make a unit unable to fly take flight, but telekinesis magic can make a unit levitate.

Furthermore, spiritual magic often causes special interference beyond controlling actions, like mental disturbance–something telekinesis magic cannot accomplish.

And while psychic power can be resisted by physical strength and broken free from, making it difficult to control martial artists, spiritual magic can easily control martial artists but struggle against mages and priests with high spell resistance, as well as special creatures.

Masters of both spirit and psychic power produce nearly irresistible control that requires both physical and magic attributes to stand against Perlman.

Once in true combat, Aitio felt Perlman was unfathomable, unable to withstand his terrifying psychic power.

"Nigel, you now understand what’s happening, don’t you?"

During a brief silence, Perlman turned to Nigel, who had been standing quietly at the side of the banquet hall, his head bowed.

"..."

Nigel clenched his fists, with veins throbbing on the back of his hand.

"I’ve never blamed you for leaving my side over the years, even going to The Senate. You’re just like I was when I was young, naive yet enthusiastic, steadfast but possibly misguided. Over the years, I’ve hoped you would see for yourself what humanity is truly like."