Don't confiscate my citizenship

Chapter 690: Destiny’s joke

 Parieu South Bank District 2.

 Tiffany Duke's Mansion.

Duke Tiffany, who was sitting in the living room and looking out the window at the dim rainstorm, frowned.

If Nigel lost, she didn't expect to survive today.

But she never expected that this night was originally just a dispute between Perlman, an ambitious man, and their Posen Kingdom. As the situation gradually escalated, it had turned into a chaotic battle. The great priest Loren could forget about it. , even Askosang came out.

 According to the high-level intelligence stolen by the United Kingdom Council in the Crean Empire and confirmed by the cardinal of the Resurrection Church, Bishop Asksan of Annihilation died six months ago.

At this moment, she saw in the blurry picture of Poson's Demon Realm channel, Asksan, who seemed to have returned from his soul, defeated Perlman on the battlefield several kilometers away.

The absolute powerhouse, the terrifying sealing technique, and the obsidian-like majesty of the Gods of the [Original Slate-Seal] all prove without a doubt that the distant gray figure is Askosan himself and not an illusion.

  There was even a channel that captured his voice in the rain, saying "I'm back."

In the northernmost part of the Posen Demon Realm on this rainy night, everything has finally settled.

Just when Thalia's Abyss Black Flame was cast on Perlman, a change that made her shudder quietly happened to Perlman.

 But gradually it became brighter and brighter, more and more arrogant, and finally turned into a cluster of dark blue magical fire, dancing wantonly in the rainy night.

The heavy rain was still falling tirelessly, and the raindrops hit the broken building debris like bullets, making a dull thud.

Duke Tiffany pinched his eyebrows, and could only have such doubts for a while.

Talia still felt that the special effects on Lan Qi were fake until this moment.

 “Man, what can I say.”

 “What does robbery mean? He gave it to me voluntarily.”

Thalia immediately protected Lanqi and pulled him behind her.

His body was almost split in half, blood gushed out from the wound like a fountain, and his pale face showed even more reluctance.

 …

The fragment of "Parroni's Grudge" on Perlman's chest suddenly burst out into a strange flame.

Lanqi didn’t know since when, Talia no longer liked hearing others say that she was a demon, and at this point she was completely assimilated by Hyperion.

  Rounding things off, Lan Qi’s possession of a slate was equivalent to her owning a slate, but her mood was more horrified.

Most of the skyscrapers that once stood high in the clouds are now only broken skeletons, covered with large and small cracks and jagged holes. The crumbling broken glass makes shrill wails amidst the lightning and thunder.

She was 100% convinced that Lan Qi's sealing slate God's Glory was just a fake like the Feng Slate's brilliance. It was only when the power was used that she realized something was wrong.

 Officially certified by the Protos Empire.

　　　…”

 At first, the flame was only vague, like the whisper of a ghost.

 “Is he really back from hell?”

“You are a demon, and your whole family is a demon. I am a law-abiding citizen of Ikerita, 25 years old, and a platinum-level card maker.”

Its color is weird and evil, and its dark blue form is ferocious and changeable, sometimes like a torn face and sometimes like twisted limbs, as if it wants to swallow everything up.

Thalia responded in Lanci's mind.

Lanchi said to Thalia.

“You demons have really strong vitality. Give him some respect. After all, he is also a former hero of Posen Kingdom and Nigel’s adoptive father.”

 District 10 of Posen Demon Realm.

 She believes that she is not the only one who has doubts. The Creation Empire, the source of the intelligence, is probably the force that least believes that Asksan can be resurrected.

When the last deafening roar disappeared, the demon careerist Perlman also lay slumped on the cold ground.

 She didn’t believe Lan Qi’s lies at all.

Thalia still couldn’t figure out the process, but she already had some idea of ​​where Lan Qi got the inheritance.

Lanchi looked at the struggling Perlman.

 Rainwater mixed with blood flowed freely among the ruins.

 “For…why…”

Lan Qi replied matter-of-factly.

"Lao Sang must be Ask Sang! How did you defeat him? And these seal cards, you snatched them from him?!"

Even if Talia is already finishing her kills at this moment, it will take some time to kill Perlman.

He only felt that if other demons heard the thoughts of the contemporary demon king, they might have to accept the fact that "the demons have indeed declined."

 “He volunteered to be a hammer!”

  “!”

How could this guy go to the Northern Continent and get the [Original Slate-Seal]!

 “Lao Sang gave it to me.”

“You, you, where did you get the [Original Slate-Seal], the real thing!”

Thalia's eyes were fixed on Pearlman's every move, for fear of missing any signs of danger.

　　It stands to reason that her last hit has always been effective, and Perlman should have no trump card.

 But Perlman's body began to convulse violently, and he stood up like a puppet on strings.

"Ah ah ah ah ah…"

Perlman's wailing echoed among the ruins, as if he was fighting an invisible demon within his body, and he seemed to be experiencing unimaginable pain.

 In an instant, Perlman's body suddenly stood upright, his movements were stiff, and there was no sign of life at all.

 When he raised his head again, his face was completely unfamiliar.

“Let me introduce you two first. My name is Beelzebub. I am a demon from the north.”

Perlman opened and closed the corners of his mouth again, making a harsh and high-pitched sound,

“It’s really a joke of fate, Rocky McCarthy, to let a guy like you who can defeat Perlman appear here.”

His empty eyes looked at Lan Qi and said.

　　　…”

Lanqi looked at each other.

He knew that this guy was the culprit who spread the curse, and he was also the extremely demonic race of another system that came from behind the Disaster Land as Talia said.

Perlman didn't have much fighting power left, so Beelzebub took advantage of it and used the fragments of "Parroni's Grudge" to control him.

 “Did you think it was all over?”

Beelzebub spoke, and the manipulating Perlman raised a smile on his lips. He slowly raised his hand and pointed to the depths of the ruins.

Behind the ruins of the wall, there is still a huge screen tilted. The screen is full of holes and cracks, but miraculously it is still functioning and glowing.

 The screen still showed Beelzebub's side.

 He is no longer on the south bank, but has gone to the north bank.

It was a magnificent Earl's mansion, half of which had collapsed at the moment.

The broken wall was like the sharp teeth of a giant beast. Under the heavy rain in the dark night, the door of the mansion was opened. Gravel and rubble were spread all over the connection between the front hall and the garden, and a figure stood proudly.

It didn't take much effort for him to dismantle the barrier on the Earl's Mansion.

 In the ruins at his feet, a red-haired maid had been defeated, and bright red blood gurgled from her forehead, dyeing the rainwater in the garden on the ground red.

Her eyes were closed tightly, and there were still blood stains of struggle on the corners of her mouth.

 In Beelzebub's hands, there was a blond figure struggling and twisting in pain.

At this moment, Christina’s snow-white neck was being pinched by Beelzebub.

Her face was as pale as paper, her eyes were wide open, and crystal tears couldn't stop sliding down her cheeks, as if she didn't understand why such a terrifying demon would come to their Earl's Mansion, and even Inoan couldn't defeat him.

 “Look, Rocky.”

Beelzebub said mockingly,

"Did you know that I discovered your relationship with Nigel that night? And you don't care about the Baptiste family where you work, right? They are trembling behind the broken living room. ”

 He pointed toward the inside of the mansion.

 In an instant, Christina seemed to have figured out something.

 “You… **** curse spreader…”

She said tremblingly.

 “Oh? You don’t blame Rocky?”

Beelzebub just looked at her coldly.

"If Rocky stopped you...then I can only say he did a great job..."

Christina’s voice became harder and harder because Beelzebub’s hand seemed to be a little harder.

But he will not kill this precious hostage young lady at this time.

 “Very good, the more affectionate and righteous you are to him at this time, the greater the value.”

Beelzebub's eyes stared directly at Lan Qi through the screen, and his thin lips twisted into an arc.

Before he finished speaking, Beelzebub's hand suddenly tightened.

Christina let out a shrill scream and kept coughing up blood. Beelzebub pinched her neck. Not only did bruises appear, but even the ends of her golden hair were about to be ignited by dark blue flames.

In the deathly silence of Count Baptiste's mansion, only Christina's heart-rending screams cut through the heavy air like a sharp blade, piercing everyone's heart.

The members of Earl Baptiste's family were surrounded by a dark blue flame, as if they were trapped in a circle, unable to escape even an inch. Their faces were as pale as paper, and their eyes were burning with flames of anger and fear. There is a feeling of powerlessness that goes deep into my bones.

The Count's fists were clenched tightly, with veins popping out. The Countess covered her mouth tightly, and crystal tears could not stop falling from between her fingers, but she could only watch her daughter suffer.

 “Let her go...”

Inoan stood up in the heavy rain, as if she was awakened by Christina's voice, and she staggered towards Beelzebub again.

Beelzebub just dodged her sideways like he was teasing a child, and kicked her away again. As the dark blue cursed flames spread over her body, she rolled several times on the withered grass.

“Is this the backup plan you left at the Baptiste house? Rocky, she is really like an unkillable cockroach. No matter how hard you hit her, she won’t squeak.”

Beelzebub appeared in front of Enoch and stepped heavily on Enoch's back, as if he were stepping on a piece of rag. Enoch didn't even scream.

This maid is physically very strong, but strangely weak, like a delicate maid who has no talent but has never learned to fight.

 “No…Christina…”

 Inoan stretched out his hand weakly, as if he still wanted to save Christina.

Beelzebub twisted his feet behind her back and looked at the screen again.

At the same time, in the ruins of Area 10 of Posen Demon Realm, Perlman, who was controlled by him, also made the same sound.

"Rocky, you choose. If you give me the secret key, we can avoid this battle. I will also make a promise to you not to harm the civilians of Huadu. I will take away whoever you want." Let you take it away, you should understand that our demon clan’s contract is very reliable, right?”

Beelzebub's fingers in the picture are raised slightly, seeming to tell Lanci that he wants to kill this weak blond girl, which is no different from squeezing a fly to death.

"On the contrary, if you choose to continue fighting, I will not **** the key again. Instead, I will try my best to kill the civilians of Huadu and kill all the people you know in Huadu. I will also destroy the entire Huadu as much as possible. In the end, even if you are lucky enough to defeat me, you will not be able to keep me, and you will bear a crime that will never be cleared. One day I will come back again and take away all the important things from you..."

Perlman, controlled by Beelzebub on the ruins, saluted Lanqi gracefully and asked.

 "Rocky...! Don't listen to him...!"

Before Christina could finish her words, she was punched by Beelzebub, spitting out a large mouthful of blood, and her eyes dimmed.

"Keep fighting, so what if you can take back Huadu today? You will have nothing."

Beelzebub on the screen continued to laugh.

　　　…”

Talia did not dare to continue attacking Pearlman for a while.

 “Lan Qi, what should I do?”

 She asked Lan Qi in her heart while staring closely at the screen and the enemy in front of her.

　　　…”

Although Lanci did not respond to Beelzebub on the surface, he had already told Thalia the answer in his heart.

 “Thalia, don’t compromise with the terrorists, fight until the end.”

 Lanchi conveys his thoughts.

"No, no, Lan Qi, do you have any other ideas? You must have something."

Thalia struggled for a long time but could not make the move. Even a hundred years ago, she was not ruthless enough to be so cruel, not even caring about the life or death of her friends.

It’s not just the Baptiste family. If this continues, even if they can kill Perlman and rush to the South Bank, I’m afraid not many lives will survive on the South Bank. Rosalinda will also die, and everyone will die.

 She is no longer the demon princess she was a hundred years ago.

Having lived a stable life for too long and understanding human emotions, she cannot bear the constraints brought by this guilt!

“Success is not the end, and failure is not the end either. We must move forward courageously. Compromise with the enemy is absolutely impossible.”

Lan Qi looked at her helplessly and responded to her thoughts.

He has no choice. They have tried their best to reach this point today, and they can only pray to the goddess for blessing.

If the enemy is just one Perlman, he can still defeat him. Even if there are two enemies, if the enemy still wants to win, he can still circumvent him.

It’s a pity that the enemy is the most extreme guy like this.

 When he found that the hope of winning was not that great, he stopped pursuing victory and chose a purely disgusting style of play.

　　　…”

Thalia looked at Lanqi blankly.

 It only takes a moment for their thoughts to be conveyed, but at this moment she didn't know what to do.

 On the broken screen on the other side.

 “What’s wrong? Don’t you two have the same opinion?”

Beelzebub seemed to have discovered the differences between the two of them, and laughed happily.

 This situation is what he most wants to see.

"Are you going to kill innocent people with your own hands? You will really die this time. Even so, don't you care?"

Beelzebub's voice was filled with a hint of resentment, as if he had imitated the countless dead souls in Huadupariu tonight.

"Stop dreaming."

Lanchi glanced at Beelzebub.

　　Then his eyes were only fixed on Thalia in front of him.

“Talia, kill Perlman, then go to the south bank and save as many people as you can.”

 His thoughts conveyed the Tao.

　　　…?”

Thalia looked at Lan Qi, wondering why Lan Qi, who was usually gentler than anyone else, could be so firm and decisive at this time.

"I will hesitate when you are decisive, and I will be decisive when you hesitate. Thinking about it this way, aren't we two invincible? When one hesitates, just listen to the other."

Lan Qi’s heartfelt voice seemed to want to wake her up.

“Perhaps you will feel that to some extent, the people who died today all died because of this choice. It’s up to you. You will be sad and in pain, but it is not your fault!”

Lanqi covered Thalia's cheeks with both hands tightly, making her eyes particularly stunned. She could only stare at the man in front of her.

"All faults committed by summoned objects should be borne by the summoner, so you don't have to worry or think, just go and defeat the enemy. All the sins are mine, and you have done nothing wrong, Thalia."

Thalia couldn't believe that Lan Qi would say such words to her one day.

　　"Why don't you have something to say? You will be sad and in pain..."

Her golden eyes gradually filled with water as she looked at Lan Qi. She knew that Lan Qi actually cared more about Christina and the Baptiste family than she did.

 But what changed next was the determination after the waves dissipated.

"I understand."

The moment Thalia finished her words, a rift in space had appeared next to Perlman again, which was a signal that the murderous intent was determined.

  She and Lan Qi may never be of the same mind.

But when you are confused and the other person is decisive, you can give all your body and mind to the other person.

 There is no tacit understanding, which is the best tacit understanding between them.

“What a pity. It seems that you made a choice today that you will regret for the rest of your life.”

Perlman, who was controlled by Beelzebub, laughed loudly even though he kept receiving new fatal injuries.

Since the enemy has chosen to fight him to the end, he will make the enemy lose everything as much as possible and will never let Rocky McCarthy have an easy time!

the other side.

 Parieu North Shore 4 arrondissement.

In the garden of Earl Baptiste's Mansion, Beelzebub looked up to the sky and laughed. His laughter was crazy and harsh, like a devil having a carnival.

"Lodge, you won, but you will never forget me. I will always leave the pain of sin in your heart."

He opened his arms and carried Christina around in the rain, announcing his pleasure to the whole world.

"Let me show you how to burn this girl's flesh and blood first, and then pull out the bones."

Then Beelzebub looked at the Baptiste family in the mansion. Not only Christina, but also the expressions of the Baptiste family at this moment. They were also excellent wines that could be given to Rocky. McCarthy.

"Stop…!"

Innoan ignored his injuries and wanted to fight back against Beelzebub.

“Don’t worry, don’t you think the sound is pleasant?”

Beelzebub mocked and stepped heavily on Enoch's head.

“How about it, you seem to be unable to feel the pain, do you feel any touch at this moment? If not, how about I let her scream more pleasantly?”

His hands gently twisted, causing Christina's spine to make a subtle and rhythmic cracking sound, causing her to once again make a sound mixed with whimpering and screaming when she was already on the verge of death.

The closer the person is to Rocky McCarthy, the more time he deserves to spend to torture and give Rocky pain and guilt.

　　　…”

 Inoan lay on the muddy grass, clutching the dirt on the ground desperately.

 Pain, this is a concept that she has never been able to understand in her life.

She once thought that she would never understand what pain meant in her life.

But now, she finally understands that this kind of pain is why she would rather bear the hellish torture for Christina. The pain does not require physical trauma, the cutting out of the softest part of the soul is enough. , not only a brief moment of discomfort, but also Lingchi became increasingly painful.

 She always felt that this voice was very familiar.

 She seemed to have heard it countless times.

 But she couldn't figure out where she had heard it before and why it was so familiar to her.

 “Inoan…”

“Oh? I don’t know if you can hear me, but she is still asking you for help.”

Beelzebub put his other hand on his ear and tilted his head, listening to Christina's weak voice.

 “Run away quickly…”

Christina’s voice became smaller and smaller.

　　　…”

The rain mixed with tears rolled down Ino'an's cheeks, dripping into the puddles where the flowers were withered, stirring up circles of imperceptible ripples, and she was faintly reflected on the dark water with floating petals. That shadow as red as blood.

 In Christina's voice that was about to disappear, Inoan's pupils continued to shrink.

This moment is very short, but also seems to be very long.

 “Why is it so familiar to me?”

 The corners of Inoan's mouth trembled slightly.

The world seems to have stopped.

 The rain is still falling, but the raindrops seem to have lost their weight. The wind is still blowing, but the sound of the wind seems to have lost its direction.

Everything is silent.

 Flame, blood, scorched corpses, wailing...

 Everything seems to be happening again yesterday.

 Suddenly, her mind went blank.

Consciousness kept shuttling, retreating, until she fell, as if her entire body was sinking into the water. In the crimson ocean that was about to suffocate her, she was surrounded by fragments of her fragmented memories.

Until she came to her senses again, it was no longer a rainy night, nor was it the courtyard of Baptiste's house, but a dark river bank.

 She seemed to see herself beside a pool of blood.

She was standing on one side in a pure white maid outfit, while on the other side of the river, a red-haired woman in black robe was standing there and smiling at her.

The red-haired woman opened her mouth slightly, but no sound came out.

 But these words echoed in Inoan’s ears—

 Because you are exactly the same villain.

 Have you forgotten the people you killed?

Didn’t they also make such a sound before they died?

　　　…”

 Innoan, who was lying on the ground with empty eyes, gradually focused and became crazy.

 “I remembered…”

 Scenes that had been buried in the dust for a long time and forgotten in the depths of her memory flooded into her mind like a dam bursting.

"I am…"

 “Ivanos.”

 …

Beelzebub, who was still laughing under the dark clouds, suddenly felt the extreme coldness of the air. Before he could wake up, he noticed that his right hand was light.

Beelzebub lowered his head subconsciously and wanted to tighten his fingers again, but found that his right hand that was originally holding the girl's delicate neck had disappeared without a trace along with his wrist.

 “Ah, ah ah!”

Blood was gurgling out from the empty fracture, quickly staining his gray skin red.

Christina, whose life or death was unknown, had appeared opposite him, being held by the ghostly red-haired woman.

 “This…how is this possible…”

Beelzebub's eyes widened and his lips trembled. He slowly raised his head and his eyes fell tremblingly in front of him. His eyes were full of disbelief and deep fear.

The red-haired woman seems to be the incarnation of Manzhu Shahua. She is both terrifying and extremely beautiful. She is the delicate balance between life and death, creation and destruction, and is also the **** of death who controls everything.

She no longer saw the docile and courteous look of a maid, but a complete callousness, which was pure human evil.

Even as a devil, he felt an indescribable evil intention in this woman that made his hair stand on end.

 And the red brilliance of the age of gods—

no doubt.

　　There is only one holder of [Original Slate-Fire].

This woman is the notorious Cardinal of the Resurrection Church in the Southern Continent, Ivanos!

And at this moment, Beelzebub did not dare to question whether the stone slab was fake, because the rioting magic power on the other party made him feel suffocated.

This time it’s really a joke from the goddess of fate!

He can't even imagine now how far he has messed up the Bishop of Destruction.

　　…I beat Ivanos? Rocky McCarthy, is this even your conspiracy?!”

Beelzebub shouted with a somewhat broken mentality.

This kind of monster can only be stopped by a real great priest!

 In the Posen Demon Realm, Lan Qi and Talia, who were killing Perlman, were also stunned.

They really didn’t know that Inoan would be the Destruction Bishop Ivanos.

 “Lan Qi, is this your plan?”

　　After Thalia saw Lan Qi’s sealing tablet, she won’t find anything strange now.

"This... how could I possibly plan it? I'm not the Holy Emperor."

 Lan Qi also looked dumbfounded. This was a situation where he failed but was helped by the enemy.

He only felt mixed emotions in his heart.

“Could it be that I...have defeated the Cardinal?”

Thalia was completely confused. She seemed to have no intention of making every wish she made to Lanci come true.

The two looked at each other and looked away awkwardly.

 (End of this chapter)