Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 989 - 740: Lanci’s 7-digit Casualty Ratio

The night, shrouded by the Blood Moon, nearly stood still.

The dark alleys of the Bulida Mafia’s turf twisted like a winding serpent, bottomless, leading to an unknown abyss.

In this deadly silence, the only sounds that could be heard were the faint quivers of breath and the light rustling of clothing.

Elsa and Little Black Cat crouched against a sheltered wall, their heartbeats thundering, terrified to make any noise that would disturb the air.

"..."

Viscount Carmel’s eyes were wide open, his pupils slowly shifting to the left.

His peripheral vision could only make out the hand donned in a white glove on his own shoulder.

When had this person arrived?

Carmel himself was from the Concealment bloodline of the Blood Clan, how could anyone have placed a hand on his shoulder without making a sound?

As his gaze shifted, he also glimpsed a figure with purple hair and blue eyes in the distance.

The Griffin Heiress of the Marquis Roland family?

"Landry..."

Ursula hid behind the somewhat distant figure of Professor Landry, yet she wasn’t too far from him.

This distance was neither too close to be easily affected, constricting Professor Landry’s actions, nor too distant to become a hostage, hindering him.

In her view, this creature that seemed to be from the Blood Clan was probably one of the stronger Sixth-order beings, and considering the Blood Clan’s undead nature at night and the Epic abilities innate to their species, it was very unlikely for someone of the same rank to defeat him.

However, since Landry dared to be so close to the creature from the Blood Clan, it meant he was prepared for a frontal fight with it.

Ursula clasped her palms tightly, swallowing hard.

If Landry lost, she would probably die as well.

But at this moment, the only choice was to trust the professor; he was surely not a person of reckless bravery.

In this man, she saw courage, as well as the boldness once in her own brother, so she chose to trust him.

The other end of the alley.

"Oh wow, I’ve got myself a big fish."

Lanci said in surprise, sizing up the black-suited figure before him.

He had thought he was dealing with an insignificant Bloodline Viscount, yet the being before him had a seven-figure count of kills.

If he could catch this one and use him for the Merit Machine, Hugh would just have to press a button, and the latter half of his life could be free of merit!

"I haven’t killed that many."

Viscount Carmel said with a gloomy expression.

To be honest, it was the first time in his life he had to explain such a thing.

He had never feared the retribution of karma that the followers of the Goddess of Destiny talked about, a weak deception to comfort themselves; after all, his Blood Clan was inherently the noblest race in the world, and it was the happiness of the inferior species to offer everything to them.

But this baffling misunderstanding made him exceptionally uncomfortable.

"Criminals often don’t want to admit to their killings, and they have no awareness of how many they’ve killed; it’s quite normal."

Lanci replied indifferently.

"Heh."

Regardless, Carmel breathed a sigh of relief after confirming the person behind him was indeed Professor Landry.

Carmel’s brain rapidly processed information.

In an instant, he analyzed the cause and effect—

It was Elsa who, upon realizing her brother had arrived, wanted to delay the time and scare him, purposely said that to confuse his judgment.

Landry wasn’t an Evil God; how could he kill seven figures worth of people? It just didn’t make sense.

A Sixth-order Professor of Magical Engineering, no matter how sinister his momentum, what use was that? He was a member of the Immortal Blood Clan, unbeatable among his own rank!

"That being said, you just..."

Viscount Carmel suddenly turned around, intending to pluck the professor’s head off in one move.

But his raised hand hadn’t touched Professor Landry when the professor lightly shifted his right foot, kicking Carmel on the shin and causing him to lose balance and fall to the ground.