Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 838 - 689: The Joke of the Goddess of Destiny_4

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"Stop...!!"

Enon, ignoring his own injuries, tried to fight back against Beelzebub.

"Don’t rush, don’t you find this sound pleasing?"

Beelzebub mocked, stepping heavily on Enon’s head again,

"How does it feel, you who seem unable to feel pain? Do you feel anything stirring now? If not, shall I make her scream a bit prettier for you?"

He twisted his hand slightly, causing Christina’s spine to emit a soft yet rhythmic cracking sound, and the already dying girl let out a mix of whimpers and screams once more.

The closer someone was to Rocky McCarthy, the more he deemed them worthy of his extensive torment, inflicting agony and guilt on Rocky.

"..."

Enon lay on the muddy, grass-covered ground, clutching desperately at the earth.

Pain was a concept she couldn’t understand in her life.

She had thought she would never comprehend what pain meant.

But now, she finally understood. This pain, she would rather endure the hellish torture herself in Christina’s place, for pain doesn’t require a wound on the flesh; the carving at the softest part of the soul is enough. It’s not just a momentary discomfort but an increasingly tormenting slow death.

She always felt this sound was familiar.

She seemed to have heard it countless times.

But she couldn’t fathom where she had heard it from or why it was so familiar.

"Enon..."

"Oh? I don’t know if you can hear her, but she’s still crying out for you,"

Beelzebub placed another hand to his ear and turned his head, listening to Christina’s feeble voice.

"Run..."

Christina’s voice grew fainter.

"..."

Rain mixed with tears, streaming down Enon’s cheeks, falling into the puddle laden with wilted flowers, causing barely perceptible ripples, and on the dark watery surface dotted with petals, her own blood-red reflection faintly shimmered.

As Christina’s voice was about to vanish, Enon’s pupils kept dilating.

The moment was brief, yet it seemed so long.

"Why does it feel so familiar to me?"

From the empty stump, blood gushed out, quickly staining his pale skin red.

Christina, whose fate was uncertain, now appeared opposite him, cradled by that sinister redhead.

"This... how is this possible..."

Beelzebub’s eyes widened, his lips trembling. He slowly raised his head, his gaze shakily falling on the figure before him, his eyes filled with disbelief and deep fear.

The redhead seemed to be an incarnation of the lethal beauty of the Red Spider Lily. She was terrifying yet exceptionally beautiful, a delicate balance point of life and death, creation and destruction, and a deity in control of everything death-related.

Her eyes no longer held the submissive humility of a maid but were now utterly cold and merciless—pure human evil.

Even as a demon, he felt an indescribable and chilling malevolence from this woman.

And then there was that red Divine Light of the God Era—

Without a doubt.

There was only one bearer of the Original Tablet - Fire.

This woman was the notorious Cardinal Bishop of the Rebirth Church from the South Continent, Ivanos!!

At that moment, Beelzebub didn’t dare to doubt that the stone tablet was a fake, for the surging magic power emanating from her was suffocating him.

This truly was a joke played by the Goddess of Destiny!!

He didn’t even dare to imagine the extent to which he had provoked the Bishop of Destruction.

"...I fought Ivanos? Rocky McCarthy, is even this within your plotting?!"

Beelzebub shouted with a sense of mental breakdown.

Such a monster, perhaps only the arrival of the Great Priest would have a chance to withstand her!

In Poson’s Demon World, Lanci and Talia, who were in the midst of battling Perlman, were also stunned.

They had no idea that Enon would turn out to be the Bishop of Destruction, Ivanos.

"Lanci, is this your scheme?"

After seeing Lanci’s Sealing Stone Tablet, Talia wouldn’t find anything surprising anymore.

"This... how could I possibly plan something like this, I am not the Holy Emperor."

Lanci’s expression was just as dumbfounded; this situation of near victory turned into being assisted by an enemy.

He was filled with mixed emotions.

"Could it be, I... have won against the Cardinal Bishop?"

Talia couldn’t make heads or tails of it; it seemed like every sentence she unwittingly wished to Lanci came true.

They glanced at each other and awkwardly looked away.