Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1101 - 779: Sigrid’s Shocking First Fist of the Demon World Part 7

She was already a bit tipsy.

In the past, whenever she encountered an opponent who was obviously unbeatable, she would choose to flee.

But this time, she really wanted to kill this scorpion!

Lanci didn’t let her run.

Talia simply let loose the long-repressed nature of her Demon Race, and began to brawl with the creature.

At this moment, she was already covered in wounds, her once pale skin dusted with charred ash and dark crimson bloodstains.

Beneath the chilling gaze of the Silver Moon, Talia clenched her teeth and exerted all her strength to resist her powerful enemy.

The Blasphemous Lord Melogas’s pitch-black figure was still agile and deadly like a purple flame.

Attacking Melogas, Melogas often stood immovably; but Melogas’s attacks were somewhat difficult for Talia to receive.

The extremely dangerous situation made Talia hard pressed on all sides.

She didn’t know if Lanci had successfully escaped to a safe enough location with Hyperion.

But now, she had an immortal body; even if she truly died, Lanci could summon her back at the expense of a vast amount of mana.

As long as Lanci didn’t die, she wouldn’t die.

Therefore, even if she had to fight to her death, she would definitely hold Blasphemous Lord Melogas back.

Without waiting for Talia to catch her breath, Melogas’s scorpion tail came stabbing at her again.

Talia was startled.

Two demon shadows collided once more, the air exploded, thunder roared, deafening to the ear.

The earth-shaking shockwaves surged in the sky, turning into twisted gales, dyeing the horizon of Pasqual with a deep crimson blood color like black flames.

Dust filled with sparks and rocks rolled and rose, and the entire lava of Purgatory was shrouded in an end-of-the-world ruin.

Just as Talia was anxiously fretting, Melogas suddenly stopped moving.

"You shouldn’t be this weak, Calila!"

Melogas seemed finally infuriated by Talia’s feebleness. The Demon Sound surged violently, rippling layer by layer, until palpable sound waves swept instantly, lifting the rocks on the ground, dispersing the clouds in the sky and threatening to tear the heavens and earth apart.

Magic power erupted, and agonizing pain assaulted her.

Talia’s magic defenses couldn’t withstand this sudden, close-range attack, as fragile as paper, they were instantly shattered.

It was at this moment that Melogas’s scorpion tail struck her.

Intense toxic pain instantly swept through her body, and Talia desperately leaped backward.

At this critical moment, Talia, enduring severe pain, concentrated all her magic power.

Black and crimson flames burst forth from the depths of Purgatory, canceling out the poison fog in mid-air.

Under Talia’s control, the black and red flames rapidly circled, gathering into a vast, surging black and red storm, roaring towards the Blasphemous Lord Melogas.

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Melogas’s scorpion tail traced out an array, and the toxic imprints etched in the heavens penetrated the layers of fire, landing directly upon Talia.

Even though Talia opened her shield in time, neutralizing most of the impact, the intense pain still made her breathing erratic.

"Blasphemy Lord, you’re not that strong either,"

Suppressing her pain, Talia once again glared at her opponent, the Blasphemous Lord Melogas, and mocked.

But this one time.

She didn’t want to lose.

"Is—that—so?"

Melogas seemed a bit tipsy as well. Nevertheless, Calila was still reluctant to acknowledge her, entangling Melogas in a complicated mix of love and hatred.

She raised her hand.

At this moment, she too wanted to show Calila her supreme trump card.

It was also the grandest declaration of her love in this life.

The Demon Race sign in the hands of the Blasphemous Lord Melogas released a purple beam of light, shooting straight into the sky. In the air, the light condensed and blossomed, forming an array that covered an over-the-horizon range, enveloping the space above where Talia was.

The magic power seemed to make the lava in Hell rise, the atmospheric layer above the nighttime sky collapse, and illuminate the entire world with its magic power, turning it into daylight.

The moment it burst forth, whether Purgatory City Pasquale would still exist, Blasphemous Lord Melogas no longer cared!

Talia knew the magnitude of this magic was far beyond her own. Under the crushing pressure of the magic power Melogas had yet to fully release, she even began to lose her ability to maintain telekinesis magic for flight, nearly plunging into the lava of Hell.

There was simply no way to withstand it; she could only prepare for rebirth.

Her heart suddenly palpitated.

It wasn’t from Melogas.

It was like something was stirring.

Yet she couldn’t discern the specific direction.

Blasphemous Lord Melogas also noticed this increasingly ominous sound.

Was it the demolition sound from within the Purgatory Corridor Academy?

Her brain hadn’t finished contemplating this question.

One second it felt like the sound of something shattering inside a building.

The next, it was already upon the face of Blasphemous Lord!

The girl with green hair and purple eyes suddenly occupied all of Blasphemous Lord’s field of vision, her eyes filled with a towering and chilling intent.

Those purple pupils, which had been relaxed and indolent for the most part, seemed to be covered by the frost of coldness, and replaced by determination.

She gave Blasphemous Lord no room to react and hammered her fist into the body of Blasphemous Lord Melogas!

The wild force caused the lava mountains of Hell’s Territory to throw up waves and collapse thunderously, even faster than thunder, shaking the entire area of Purgatory City Pasquale!

The earth trembled, wide fissures split open between the ranges of the Purgatory Mountains, crumbling without limit, and the Corridor Academy, even miles away, had every painstakingly sculpted statue and glass shatter in an instant, the fragments scattering with the wind.

"Calila, sorry, I’m late."

Siegler punched Blasphemous Lord Melogas away and then steadily caught the bewildered Talia floating in midair.

"???"

Talia doubted her eyes.

She was held by Princess Siegler, her eyes wide open as she stared at Siegler’s cheeks that seemed to have taken on a new demeanor.

A terrifying Silver Comet had just passed, severely wounding Melogas.

Throughout the battle, Talia had not felt Blasphemous Lord Melogas’s defenses so weak.

And this absolute powerhouse, guarding her like a Martial God, was this her precious Siegler?

So it turned out that at the very beginning, she really was no match for Siegler!

And it wasn’t a misperception!

...

From afar in Purgatory Corridor Academy, Lanci lifted his cape-like coat to shield Hyperion from the storm.

Only after the wind died down did he slowly lower his hand.

Hyperion’s eyes widened as she stared under the moon.

She had witnessed the Goddess of the Moon’s arrival, who had severely wounded Melogas for her.

That solid punch that landed just now probably caused more damage than all of Calila’s fights earlier!

What level of power was this?

Only when she saw that figure a bit clearer.

Hyperion trembled, raising her hand tremblingly and pointing in the direction of the high sky.

"Holy shit, Siegler!!"

Hyperion exclaimed.

In her wildest dreams, she never imagined her frail and delicate baby sister Siegler could become so fierce!