Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 842 - 690 Lanci’s Huadu Endgame_4

But in her eyes, there was an unprecedented calmness and relief, as if she had laid down a heavy burden of a thousand pounds.

She quietly looked at Lanci, her lips curling into a faint, nearly imperceptible smile, as if greeting a long-lost old friend.

Gradually, the rain began to weaken.

The howling wind ceased, and the raindrops became sparse.

They fell gently on the ground, making a soft rustling sound.

Above the ruins of the Demon World of Poseen, although still dim, dawn was about to break.

"You really are here."

Enon looked at the brown-haired, green-eyed figure and said.

"I guessed you might come looking for me."

Lanci sighed and shook his head.

If it were the Bishop of Destruction Ivanos, she would have likely run away.

After all, staying in Floral City Pariel would do her no good.

But if it were the current Ivanos, she might make choices she wouldn’t have considered before.

"Because when you didn’t simply abandon Christina and flee, but saved her and killed Beelzebub, it proved you had changed."

Lanci looked at Enon, a mix of emotions flashing in his eyes.

One could only say that what seemed accidental might have been inevitable.

If Beelzebub didn’t have that kind of personality, he wouldn’t have awakened the Bishop of Destruction.

And for the Bishop of Destruction, after getting used to life with Enon, she might have preferred not to remember who she was.

For her, it was akin to a Fallen Wonderland.

But meeting Beelzebub, a mirror engraved with sin, she had to face the memories she had been forced to return to, and being awakened was her punishment.

"This world is full of retaliation."

"Further words are pointless, let’s begin."

Enon said.

"..."

Talia was also ready.

This might just be the toughest final battle they faced in Floral City Pariel; by now, her and Lanci’s fighting style had matured somewhat. They would first use possession form to consume little energy and disturb the opponent while drawing their attention, then at the crucial moment, she would appear to deliver a lethal blow.

This moment was very much like their first encounter at Sacred Silvervine Coliseum.

Talia felt that if she had won against an opponent once, she could win a second time.

Upon the ruins, an ominous, cold wind began to whirl.

The chilling raindrops fell to the ground, creating ripples that began to spread, and the final battle of life and death also commenced!

With the dance of the wind, Enon’s figure blurred into a shadowy figure, gliding toward Lanci like a specter, with countless crimson streaks of Divine Light of the God Era gathering around her.

Her method of fighting remained unchanged, wishing to decide victory in an instant and completely destroy the opponent.

"..."

Lanci faced this sudden attack with an unchanged expression, just as before when he had used Talia’s Spiritual Magic to suppress Ivanos.

For Talia, the Spirit was her main focus, while for Ivanos, who was primary in fire and secondary in spirit, Spirit was just a subsidiary.

The instant Talia’s spiritual power field collided with Ivanos, the two once again counteracted each other for control.

Neither side could gain the upper hand.

It was exactly the same as their previous battles.

In the blink of an eye, their gazes met, but there was no longer any surprise.

Ivanos and Talia’s spiritual powers intertwined, collided, and counteracted in the air.

In that instant, time seemed to slow down for both of them, creating an invisible contest.

Lanci’s arm shot up like an arrow released from its bow, his fingertips pointing towards Enon’s heart, his gaze sharp as a blade’s edge, poised to sever all the sins and darkness of the world.