Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1109 - 780: Melogas’s Lifelong Regret_8

Even if she were defeated a hundred times, as long as she could still crawl, she would bite a piece of flesh from Lanci.

The extent of Melogas’s obsession might be more terrifying than some of the Cardinal Bishops in the present world.

Because she was no longer fighting for mere revenge, her murderous intent even carried a sense of belief.

"And I’ve heard Scorpion Tail soup tastes pretty good."

Seeing Lanci remain unmoved, Siegler mentioned again.

"Choke..."

Hyperion, upon hearing this, immediately showed a look of disgust.

However, Hyperion hadn’t expected that Calila next to her actually swallowed her saliva.

Hearing the sound of swallowing, Hyperion widened her eyes.

You really want to eat it?

Hyperion didn’t understand why after twelve years, Siegler had become so wild and Calila had become so gluttonous.

"If you don’t kill me, I will kill you!"

Melogas was still shouting, incapable of tolerating this man’s decision.

She wasn’t afraid of death at all, but she couldn’t accept living with humiliation.

In this life, she would become this man’s nightmare.

At all times, she would not allow him to live without being surrounded by the fear of murderous intent!

Lanci was still as ever, unmoved by Melogas’s threats, as though he had already anticipated her thoughts.

"Melogas, I feel your love."

He squatted down like finding a child, his gaze softly meeting Melogas’s,

"The feeling of being misunderstood is hard to bear, isn’t it?"

In those verdant eyes, there was a willingness to embrace.

This made her believe that he could understand her.

"What are you talking about...?"

Melogas had thought the Saint Polante Pope would continue to humiliate her as the victor, telling her that she was hardly a threat.

But the words he said were unexpectedly kind.

Melogas felt her heart confounded to the point of bursting.

She couldn’t understand at all whether it was true or fake and was scared to find out!

"Alright, let her go."

Lanci once again directed Siegler and Talia.

Siegler did not hesitate and followed Lanci’s instructions to release Melogas.

Talia withdrew her hand hesitantly.

Or perhaps she alone couldn’t restrain Melogas.

Melogas stood up and sure enough, lunged toward Lanci again.

"Even if I want to kill you… would you still recognize this kind of love?"

Blasphemy Lord stopped herself just as she was about to reach Lanci.

She halted her hand and tail tip.

She admitted that until she figured out the questions in her heart, she couldn’t derive any pleasure from either killing this man or being killed by him; if she were to die like this, her heart would only carry endless pain and doubts in this lifetime.

"Of course."

Lanci dusted his clothes, stood up without dodging, and answered Blasphemous Lord Melogast, showing no disturbance at her murderous intent.

This was not merely recognition but affirmation.

"You’re lying to me... you don’t have the slightest intent to kill...!"

Blasphemy Lord placed her hand on her chest, leaning forward as she spoke,

"Your pure and unblemished self is completely different from me; how can you possibly understand me?"

She seemed to be struggling as her scorpion tail spasmodically smashed against the ground.

"When necessary, I might kill as well, and I assure you, when that time comes, I will be even more terrifying than you."

Lanci removed his mask, quietly looking at the inside of it as he murmured.

Once it covered his face, he would see endless darkness.

"...!"

Hyperion looked at Lanci’s drooping eyes in shock.

She didn’t know what Lanci had seen during this time.

But she was sure that Lanci seemed unchanged yet also vastly different.

Hyperion suddenly realized that Lanci letting Melogas go indeed aligned with Lanci’s persistent adherence to the best macro solutions, but this time in the Shadow World, it seemed to be based on some consideration of his own, wanting to let Melogas, this extreme radical of the Demon Race, go!

"You..."

Blasphemy Lord stared blankly at the figure and even his soul, which could be seen as her most desired purity and her deepest longing for darkness, coexisting in both aspects.

He seemed to stand on a borderline between a saint and a tyrant; if he were to act, he would definitely be more extreme.

So there really was a kind of love like hers in this world?

His love, although chaotic and twisted, embraced everything.

Even for misfits rejected by the community and marked for eradication, he could offer protection.

Treating them with equal gentleness.

At that moment, in Melogas’s eyes, the starlight of Purgatory dimly illuminated Lanci’s figure; he stood at the other end of the Hell, extending an olive branch to her.

"So head back to the Demon King’s Castle, it’s your responsibility to take over the Demon World after Calila’s disappearance, and manage it orderly, actively developing post-war recovery. I think you’ll be an excellent Demon King, Melogas."

Lanci replaced his mask on his belt, revealing a smile that suggested a kindred spirit was hard to find.

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"Alright..."

Melogas couldn’t help but hug her bosom tightly.

She was far from likable or popular among the Demon Race.

Yet, she had never dared to dream that such a day would come.

At this moment, she knew the warmth kindling inside her was indeed something she understood.

It was like a smoldering anger that suddenly turned into a blazing fire.

Her entire life seemed to have been meant to hear those words – "I recognize everything about you."

Melogas’s gaze no longer carried so much aggression and anger. Instead, she firmly stood, wiped away her tears, and set her eyes resolutely towards the night sky above Demon King’s Castle, and soared away.

"Pope, you must live well, waiting for me to kill you. One day I will become strong enough to kill you! Kill you three thousand times!"

She ultimately couldn’t restrain herself and turned back to yell at the figure in the silver-white mask.

Then she disappeared.