Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 828 - 687 Loren: I give you the chance to challenge me_8

Perlman’s voice was low and dangerous, like the calm before a storm,

"You shouldn’t have interfered in this battle, even if you witnessed it, you shouldn’t have appeared."

"..."

Yet Loren himself still stood atop the distant high-rise, silent as if waiting quietly for something.

After a few seconds, he finally spoke.

"What else is there to say? You don’t think I could just stand by and watch this disaster unfold, do you?"

His voice cut through the torrential rains of the Poson Demon World, lingering around Perlman.

Whether it was rain or falling petals, in the Great Priest’s eyes, they were all filled with compassion.

"I will give you a chance,"

He slightly lifted his palm, as if caressing the curtain of rain, or as if cradling moonlight,

"A chance to challenge me."

At the same time, he was looking at Perlman.

The Talia in Lanci’s heart didn’t know what to say anymore.

This guy from the other side really dared to act.

And in her memory, Loren was not so showy.

Yet Lanci was particularly familiar with Loren, whether it was his demeanor or his mannerisms, he particularly resembled Loren.

Even the students from Ichrite Academy would have a hard time distinguishing the two.

As for the Immune Field tinged with the glow of the Divine Era, even Loren probably couldn’t do it; it came from Cat Boss’s Wind-attribute Epic-level equipment.

[Break of Dawn Storm]

[Category: Equipment Card]

[Grade: Orange Epic]

The Great Priest made his point clear.

Understanding is one thing, but the battle must go on; they were now enemies who must fight to the death.

"It seems, to fight against you, an unwelcome visitor, I must use something I didn’t plan on using today."

Perlman’s voice rumbled like a whisper from Hell.

He reached into his bosom and pulled out a crystal stone as black as the dead of night.

The crystal’s surface was reflective but exuded an aura that surpassed even what he had given to Nigel with [Parlony’s Shadow Weaving Record].

Perlman took a deep breath and slowly pressed the crystal against his chest.

In an instant, the black crystal began to melt, turning into a thick, pitch-black liquid that seeped into Perlman’s flesh, his body starting to undergo a frightening transformation.

His originally lean and strong limbs began to turn a deathly grey, with nauseating blood-red lines surfacing on his skin, writhing and churning like the lava in the depths of Purgatory.

His eyes became bottomless black holes, unfathomably deep.

Even though Perlman’s appearance had completely gone Berserk, his mannerism still maintained a strange gentility, as if he were not a wild Demon.

Instead, he was like a Hellish gentleman who embodied both brutality and grace.

"Now, we can decide life and death,"

Perlman raised a hand, the blackened telekinetic force condensing between his fingers, spinning and dancing in midair.

Even though using [Parlony’s Grudge Record] required burning his life and the time of rational enhancement was limited, probably still not as strong as Great Priest Loren, under the Berserk state, the pressure of his telekinesis had reached a level that could barely compete with the Cardinal Bishops.

Great Priest Loren, even targeted by the newly transformed Perlman, remained unflinchingly still.

He calmly watched Perlman’s transformation without a hint of surprise or fear on his face.

"So strong,"

Lanci pondered,

"But even so, I wonder how long you can hold me back?"

He asked with unruffled composure.