Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 840 - 690: Lanci’s Huadu Endgame_2

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Several kilometers away.

Over the South Bank of Floral City Pariel, Beelzebub streaked through the sky at a startling speed, like a meteor leaving a trail in the gloomy, overcast night.

He glanced back in panic from time to time, and wherever his gaze fell, ruins and rubble were all that remained. The streets of Pariel, once washed by torrential rains, appeared especially desolate.

But these scenes weren’t his focus, his concern rested solely on a terrifying figure that lingered in his mind.

That chilling presence, even for him, a great demon from the other end of Calamity Servitude, filled him with dread!

The Bishop of Destruction... Ivanos...

These two names echoed endlessly in his brain, tearing at his nerves like sharp claws.

Beelzebub couldn’t make sense of it. How could a seemingly slightly strong maid turn out to be the Bishop of Destruction Ivanos, like winning a lottery?

And it seemed like he was the one who had awakened Ivanos.

Had he known, he would never have provoked her!

"Rocky! McCarthy! Damn you both!!"

Beelzebub muttered in terror, desperately trying to flee Floral City Pariel, occasionally looking back over his shoulder.

Now all he knew was that he needed to escape quickly.

He could just lie low for a century and then return. By then all these humans would be dead, and he would still have plenty of opportunities and time!

Just as Beelzebub was thinking this, he suddenly felt his forehead seized by a pair of ice-cold, bone-piercing hands.

Before he could react, a force seemingly capable of tearing his soul from his body pulled him from the high skies.

In an instant, the world spun around him, and Beelzebub felt his internal organs churn violently, uncontrollably plummeting from the sky.

With a thunderous crash that nearly deafened him,

"We should have no grievances or hatred, Bishop of Destruction!!"

Beelzebub fought back with all his might, burning Ivanos with the flames of curse.

However, as if impervious to pain, Ivanos never let go, continually piercing Beelzebub’s body with crimson fire columns.

"Hehehehe."

Blood oozed from her mouth, revealing a twisted smile,

"I only know that torturing you brings me immense pleasure."

Alarm sounds rang through the skies over Floral City Pariel.

"Warning, emergency announcement."

"In district 1 of Pariel’s South Bank, an Eighth-order battle has occurred."

"An Eighth-order battle has occurred."

"Nearby citizens, please evacuate at the fastest speed."

"The fighters are suspected to be the curse-spreading culprit of the Demon Race and the second fighter suspected to be the Bishop of Destruction Ivanos."

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Less than half an hour later.

In district 4 of the North Shore, in the garden of Count Bathist’s mansion.

Raindrops pelted the water’s surface, creating a spray of ripples.

The fountain at the center of the garden had ceased to operate, and several marble sculptures lay toppled in the pond, shattered to pieces.

The pond water, which was once crystal clear, was now murky, filled with twigs, leaves, and broken bricks.

The flower beds on either side had not escaped damage, and the grand beech and oak trees in the depths of the garden had also met with misfortune. Their once proud trunks were scarred with black, their branches shattered, and countless broken leaves danced in the wild wind.