Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1107 - 780: Melogas’s Lifelong Regret_6

Melogas’s assault had been focused entirely on Lanci, leaving no chance to defend against this sudden, fierce attack.

She could only watch helplessly as Sigrid’s full-powered strike brutally slammed into her.

The force of the impact sent Melogas flying backward, shattering the mountains behind her. Amidst the rising dust, wisps of purple smoke emanated from her body, and the indelible silver lightning on her shoulder eroded her magic power—wounds inflicted by Melogas’s sublimated Fist Intent.

"Cough, cough!"

Melogas coughed up a large mouthful of blood.

Had she not fully dodged the vital points and let that punch hit her chest or head, she might have completely lost the ability to move by now.

She didn’t stop for a single moment on the ground.

Because she knew that to give up now, to be struck again, would mean certain defeat.

Melogas, struggling against dizziness and intense pain, raised her Scorpion Tail and once again gathered a life-risking attack towards the Phantom Demon Race in the sky.

The harder they were to kill, the more she wanted to kill!

She had never felt her killing intent so restless and intense.

The purple Magic Power Cannon burst forth again.

Now Sigrid had a choice to make.

Protect Lanci or continue to attack Melogas.

She knew that Lanci possessed a Wind Magic that could resist damage from anything below the Ninth-order.

The defensive magic around Lanci seemed a bit different than before, so theoretically, Lanci could still block.

But Sigrid didn’t dare gamble with Lanci’s life.

Not until she looked deeply into Lanci’s eyes from afar, instantly understanding and making the decision to dive towards Melogas below.

Melogas’s Magic Power Cannon was once again blocked by the Immune Field surrounding Lanci.

This time, it was Melogas’s turn to be stunned.

What kind of Spell was this that kept activating Absolute Immunity?

Did this guy not have a health bar at all?

Lanci, from his high vantage point, looked towards the Blasphemy Lord on the distant ground.

His bearing was transcendental.

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As if he were the Monarch.

And Melogas was but a mere vassal.

Huebelle tightened her grip on Lanci’s arm.

Only Huebelle, at Lanci’s side, knew what his gaze meant.

He had no intention of despising or mocking the Blasphemy Lord.

It was merely like a principal warning a student from the podium not to challenge the principal any longer.

"It’s over!"

Sigrid’s figure cut through the rejoining ash clouds in the sky, bringing forth a sharp wind as she flew toward Melogas’s location.

The wind speed increased, the thunder grew more intense!

Everything was reaching its final moment.

"Phantom Demon Race!! You did well! I finally know how joyous it will be to kill you!!"

Melogas’s teeth clattered, her lips curling up without hesitation, in an instant she concentrated all the remaining Mana in her body.

She knew she could no longer dodge Siegler’s attack.

But even so, she was determined to drag someone down with her!

At this moment, her heart was crystal clear, wanting to kill the Phantom Demon that had caused her plan to collapse completely. As long as she could kill him, dying together with him would still be an extreme joy!

As for the Princess, let her live.

That was her final tenderness towards the Princess.

Or rather, compared to the Phantom Demon, her desire to kill the Princess was now as faint as water!

That Scorpion Tail, filled with purple Corrosive Gas, gathered like a storm, all creatures nearby feeling an unprecedented oppression and danger in their lives, each strand of magic carrying boundless malice, attempting to destroy every limb and part of the targeted body.

"Ha ha ha! You will never be able to block this hit!!"

Every drop of sweat on Melogas told of her current determination and insanity.

Just as Melogas unleashed her most venomous Piercing Spell toward the Phantom Demon, who showed no desire to fight and exposed his vulnerability, when she felt certain the Phantom Demon was doomed,

The Immune Field appeared again.

Blocking all attacks for the Phantom Demon.

Melogas’s attack still had no effect.

This feeling was like countless ice picks stabbing into her heart, piercing deep into her soul.

Melogas couldn’t understand, was this guy truly invincible?

She hadn’t even felt his magic power to be that strong!

But there was no time left for thought.

Siegler’s pursuing fist had arrived in that instant.

Melogas heard the sound of her own bones breaking, every tissue in her body destroyed by the rampaging force.

"Argh!!"

In Melogas’s agonizing scream,

She was smashed deeply into the ground.

But she seemed to have gone Berserk.

Perhaps it was her pride, perhaps her formidable Life Force, or perhaps she was simply accustomed to fighting to the bitter end.

The moment Melogas realized she could no longer capture either the Phantom Demon or the Princess, she understood in her heart that hope of escape was slim.

And the root of all this misfortune,

The new Phantom Demon principal, still appeared as an unconcerned spectator with no intention of making a move.

Suddenly, Melogas let out a maniacal laugh, standing up with a ghost-like willpower, her voice shrill and piercing, her face gradually distorting.

It seemed she had forgotten Siegler and Calila’s presence, as if resigning to the Destiny that her defeat was set.

She drove all her magic power to strengthen her body, marching straight toward the white-haired Phantom Demon at the edge of Purgatory Corridor Academy.

Even if in her last moments before death, she wanted to claw up a bit higher, to be closer to that man.