Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1099 - 719: Sigrid’s Shocking First Fist of the Demon World Part 5

She had not fought so recklessly in a long time.

Threads of grey ensnared the Blasphemous Lord Melogas amidst the vines.

[Fission String Melody]

[Category: Equipment Card]

[Grade: Pink Holy]

[Attribute: Sealing/Space]

[Class: 8]

[Effect: Once cast, can create twelve sealed rifts in space within 60 seconds. If an enemy touches them, they will trigger a defense-ignoring explosion. The rifts can also be activated after just over 1 second, with a cooldown of 150 seconds.]

[Note: Scepticism, hatred, fear, pity – your very presence makes humanity more restrained.]

This noble Eighth-order Magic Card was dual attributed with sealing and space, and thus could not be learned by pure Sealers, so even Bishop Askesan of Annihilation needed to carry the Card.

Should one carelessly touch those rift-like grey threads suspended mid-air, they would trigger their rapid expansion and intersecting explosions.

The Fission String Melody that she had previously unleashed with all her might in Floral City Pariel, directly defeated Perlman after he had gone berserk with the fragments of the legendary Magic Device.

"Do you know how weak you are?...?"

Melogas, who initially fixed his gaze on Talia’s spell, was taken aback when he finally caught sight of the gray-haired Female Demon filled with an oppressive aura.

It was not just the pressure of the Nine Seal Demon King emanating from her.

More importantly, it was her Veil of the Fallen Heaven and the gentle allure of her Demon Magic Power.

In the chaos,

Melogas instantly broke through the mists.

"Calila! You’ve attained the Nine Seals?! I knew you wouldn’t die so easily, you’re Calila!!"

Melogas’s eyes were filled with unusual excitement, a twisted fervor lurking within, as everything now made sense.

Why that male member of the Demon Race bore Calila’s aura.

Why he could use Gentle Town just now.

Why he seemed like an unknown outsider.

It turned out that Calila was living inside him!

"I’ve dreamt of personally killing you, Calila! Or you killing me, yet you’ve never harbored the intent to kill me – do you know how infuriating that is?"

Blasphemous Lord Melogas cried and laughed like one reunited with a long-lost lover, shouting out.

Despite not knowing why Calila had become so weak, the very reason she had gone to such lengths to achieve the Ninth-order was for the day she could clash with Calila!

What she thought an everlasting dream was now a tangible reality.

The Blasphemous Lord frantically wiped away the tears overflowing from unseen eyes.

"Calila, come and kill me, or let me kill you!"

In a bout of joy that nearly tore through her chest, she voiced her heart’s desire.

The entire space began to distort; the deep grey vines falling from the sky and the black fissures rising from the ground were on the verge of engulfing the Blasphemous Lord Melogas.

It was then that Melogas got serious; the deep purple magic power around her suddenly swelled, transforming into a vast universe.

In an instant, Melogas emitted a nearly opaque purple murkiness around her. The sky above Hell’s Territory was shrouded in fog as her regular magic power surged violently and upon clashing with the dark grey chains, blew them completely apart.

"..."

Talia just stared at Melogas as if she were looking at a lunatic.

She thought this scorpion-tailed Female Demon was somewhat unreasonable.

Moreover, in that moment, Talia finally realized how terrifying this adversary’s magic power was when she got serious.

It was a level beyond any enemy she had ever faced before!

When Talia and Melogas’s magic powers collided, a terrifying vortex formed at the center, trying to swallow everything.

Billions of light beams, even more dazzling than a mixture of black and white explosions, burst forth upon Hell’s Territory.

The light was so blinding that the ancient night and eternal day met at this juncture.

The entire Purgatory Corridor Academy’s structure trembled under the force of this impact, and despite the protective barrier, all windows facing the blast shattered!

For a long while.

Hell’s Territory was once again lit only by flames.

The smoke, too, began to disperse slowly.

Melogas remained unharmed,

Save for a slight line of blood drawn across her cheek.

She raised her hand curiously, touched the blood on her face, then brought her fingertips to her lips and sipped lightly.

As if she enjoyed the pain inflicted upon her by Calila.

"Monster..."

Talia glared at her opponent, unsure of what to say.

After their direct confrontation, she was completely convinced that Melogas was part of the Great Demon Clan, not even on the same level as Perlman.

In Floral City Pariel, Perlman faced defeat when confronted with the full-powered Fission String Melody.

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Yet to Melogas, such Magic Spells were no threat at all, akin to being scratched.

"Ah, that look in your eyes, are you really Calila?"

The Blasphemy Lord casually shifted his gaze from his fingertips to the other side.

Seemingly stimulated by Calila’s disdainful glance, he couldn’t help but let out an overly pleased snort.

Melogas stared at Talia with flushed cheeks, seeking a spiritual and even soulful communication.

"?"

For a moment, Talia didn’t understand Melogas’s insinuations.

It was only after pondering for a moment that she realized.

Apparently, it was her own hostile gaze that soothed Melogas’s feelings.

"Are you sick?!"

Talia rebuked Melogas.

She even used Demon Sound.

Or perhaps she had been using Demon Sound from the start in an attempt to disrupt her opponent’s mind, but strangely it seemed to have no effect.