Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1085 - 775: The Black Sun Lanci Saw_2

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Talia nodded silently and, with a trotting pace, returned to the kitchen.

"You three get along so well, just like a family meow, you must always stay together."

Cat Boss squatted on the coffee table, saying to the two of them.

Although knowing in his heart that this happiness couldn’t last forever in this world, at least for these twenty-one days, he hoped to cherish it with them.

Lanci and Siegler had long reached a consensus to wait for Calila to join them before starting the meal.

A dining table without its chef is soulless.

Cat Boss very much agreed with this.

The main dish Tata served today was beef ribs, slow-cooked to perfection at a low temperature, sprinkled with black truffle shavings from the Beastmen City-States, and accompanied by a mushroom sauce; each layer of aroma stirred up waves of fragrance.

The main course was lemon-flavored lobster rice topped with rock salt, made with fresh shrimp and handmade pasta; the addition of lemon juice and spices made the dish piquant yet refreshing. There was also a caramelized roast duck, its skin roasted to a crispy golden brown, paired with the fruity aroma of roasted pears and the slight spiciness of black pepper honey.

The rest of the meals were still in preparation.

They were all Siegler’s favorite dishes; everyone seemed to cater to her, with Cat Boss directly ordering for her.

"Didn’t expect Calila’s cooking to be really this good, just like a good wife, I almost want to marry her."

Siegler, smelling the fragrant aromas wafting from the table, couldn’t help but comment.

"Aren’t you treating her like a mother?"

Lanci asked in surprise.

"It’s just because she’s good-tempered that she spoils you enough to let you speak about her like that, she’s actually quite young you know."

Siegler said with a huff of laughter to Lanci.

They laughed and chatted again.

The more they talked, the sleepier Lanci’s eyes appeared, and the lower Siegler’s voice fell.

Little Night City was approaching noon, yet there was no sunlight.

Lunchtime, against the backdrop of the outside view, seemed more like dinner.

"By the way, aren’t you tired?"

Siegler noticed that Lanci had been yawning earlier.

He had seemed a bit worn from weight-training fatigue all along the way.

He should have rested.

But since arriving at the city-state where he could relax, he hadn’t been seen sleeping much.

Or rather, he had been continuously tense in the Land of Perpetual Night, and the greater the changes he saw in the Beastmen City-States, the less he felt like sleeping.

"A little."

Lanci admitted.

After chatting with Siegler for a while, and stepping to the window to gulp the cold air, he indeed felt a bit sleepy.

Of course, it wasn’t impossible that Siegler’s presence relaxed him.

"Take a rest for a while, you can’t drive fatigued."

Siegler softly said to him, sitting beside him and stroking his head.

"How many times have I told you..."

Lanci said as if tired of lecturing her,

"You can’t be this close to people without a sense of distance..."

"You’re special."

Siegler said this and said no more.

Her voice was as gentle and warming as a lullaby.

"..."

Lanci nodded twice, his voice almost distant, his whole being as if enveloped in clouds, drowsy and sleepy.

The sound of the wind and snow outside, faint breathing, and the pulse-like heartbeat gradually became all that he could hear.

At this time, the fatigue accumulated from driving began to surge like a tide, irresistible.

In the flickering light and shadow, Siegler’s figure in his gaze grew increasingly blurry, only the light colors and Violet remained sharply distinct.

With this thought, Lanci closed his eyes.

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It was impossible to know how much time had passed.

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His consciousness was intermittent.

Uncertain of his whereabouts.

That was a time and world he had never seen before.

The earth roared, blood stained.

The sky was shrouded in gray-black and blood-red, smoke billowing to the heavens.

The Sun turned into a lifeless gray, without warmth or light.

The ground was no longer a solid support but was cracking and collapsing amid continuous tremors.

Massive populations, millions of people, were fleeing like panicked ants, only to find nowhere to run. On the ground, countless bodies lay scattered, some crushed, some trampled to death in the chaos.

Cries and calls for help rose and fell, yet seemed so insignificant against the thunderous steps of legions.

On the distant horizon, a moving black tide was advancing slowly but unstoppably; the black mist creatures stepped in unison, each step shaking the land for kilometers around.

In their wake, forests were devoured in an instant, rivers were cut off and rerouted, hills were leveled, and city-states, those massive things, were frail as cardboard before them, skyscrapers crumbled easily, and debris fell like rain.

The air was thick with the stench of gunpowder and dust, as well as the smell of blood.

A large city-state reduced to ruins in just a few hours.

The man with the silver-white mask stood on high ground, atop all creatures.

His green eyes reflected the scene of destruction, his mask’s expression cold and numb, almost indifferent, as if he were a deity presiding over the chaos.

At this point, it was no longer clear whether it was people’s Destiny or their will.

Only endless slaughter.

The atrocities continued.

"Spare me, don’t kill us!"

"Save me!!"

"Why, why have you fallen so far?"

Begged, hated, cursed, questioned.

He offered no explanations.

He simply watched everything with the eyes beneath the mask.

He was sin and punishment, the Demon bringing suffering to creatures, the black Sun that brought disaster to the world.

All sounds of questioning were fleeting in his ears.

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