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 ti, 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 mont, 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 logas’s pitch-black figure was still agile and deadly like a purple fla.
Attacking logas, logas often stood immovably; but logas’s attacks were sowhat difficult for Talia to receive.
The extrely 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 logas back.
Without waiting for Talia to catch her breath, logas’s scorpion tail ca 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 flas.
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, logas suddenly stopped moving.
"You shouldn’t be this weak, Calila!"
logas seed 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 mont that logas’s scorpion tail struck her.
Intense toxic pain instantly swept through her body, and Talia desperately leaped backward.
At this critical mont, Talia, enduring severe pain, concentrated all her magic power.
Black and crimson flas burst forth from the depths of Purgatory, canceling out the poison fog in mid-air.
Under Talia’s control, the black and red flas rapidly circled, gathering into a vast, surging black and red storm, roaring towards the Blasphemous Lord logas.
logas’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 ti, 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 logas, and mocked.
But this one ti.
She didn’t want to lose.
"Is—that—so?"
logas seed a bit tipsy as well. Nevertheless, Calila was still reluctant to acknowledge her, entangling logas in a complicated mix of love and hatred.
She raised her hand.
At this mont, she too wanted to show Calila her supre 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 logas released a purple beam of light, shooting straight into the sky. In the air, the light condensed and blossod, forming an array that covered an over-the-horizon range, enveloping the space above where Talia was.
The magic power seed to make the lava in Hell rise, the atmospheric layer above the nightti sky collapse, and illuminate the entire world with its magic power, turning it into daylight.
The mont it burst forth, whether Purgatory City Pasquale would still exist, Blasphemous Lord logas no longer cared!
Talia knew the magnitude of this magic was far beyond her own. Under the crushing pressure of the magic power logas 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 logas.
It was like sothing was stirring.
Yet she couldn’t discern the specific direction.
Blasphemous Lord logas 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 sothing 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, seed to be covered by the frost of coldness, and replaced by determination.
She gave Blasphemous Lord no room to react and hamred her fist into the body of Blasphemous Lord logas!
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 fragnts scattering with the wind.
"Calila, sorry, I’m late."
Siegler punched Blasphemous Lord logas 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 seed to have taken on a new deanor.
A terrifying Silver Cot had just passed, severely wounding logas.
Throughout the battle, Talia had not felt Blasphemous Lord logas’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 logas 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 exclaid.
In her wildest dreams, she never imagined her frail and delicate baby sister Siegler could beco so fierce!
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