Floating Castle Number was once imrsed in harmony and luxury, but this tranquility was instantly shattered by the sudden onset of a berserk Demon Race, turning the entire space into a scene of restless panic.
The frenzy of Lixancy, like a spark igniting an unsettled fla, spread rapidly among the passengers.
The expressions on people’s faces shifted from initial brief confusion to fear as they scattered in all directions, seeking refuge.
The sound of the harp ceased abruptly, replaced by screams, chaotic footsteps, and panicked shouts intermingling.
Within the hall, the Executioner Squad imdiately ford a temporary defense line, protecting the civilians around them, while others, driven by panic, ran wildly in every direction.
The cries and calls for help from children were particularly piercing amidst the chaos, with brave passengers and crew attempting to calm the crowd. However, to the executioner, it all seed irrelevant; his resolve was clear as he gripped the handle of his blade.
Fortunately, the black-haired, green-eyed young man at the sa table with the out-of-control demon seed quite strong.
When Lixancy was about to bite Lanci, her body was already controlled by telekinesis magic, as if held by an invisible wall of air, only able to struggle slowly.
"After a demon is cursed into going berserk, it can actually beco so much stronger..."
Lanci frowned.
Lixancy, a Fourth-Order, nearly possessed the strength of a Fifth-Order after her frenzy.
Although it wouldn’t be possible for higher-ranking Demon Race mbers to gain a full order’s strength, the enhancent would be considerable nonetheless.
If an Eighth-Order Demon Race mber were to go berserk, it would be a disaster indeed.
"What are you thinking, ow?"
Cat Boss sensed trouble the mont Lanci spoke.
In so ways, this curse was extrely similar to Lanci’s short-term intensive training.
"Tata, do you want to beco a berserk warrior?"
Lanci asked in his mind.
"..."
Talia didn’t respond, just gently caressed his throat again with invisible fingertips.
"Wrong wrong wrong!"
Lanci instantly cowered.
"Lanci, help find the one who cast the curse. Can I entrust you with this task?"
Talia’s voice was cold, clearly carrying a trace of anger, not directed at Lanci.
She had seen Lanci empower others before, but it was always on the fair terms of fulfilling their wishes, and at least Lanci never made the bargainees lose themselves.
This terrible curse forcibly stripped the Demon Race of their self and caused them to mutate horribly, making Talia feel instinctively disgusted.
Just imagining the possibility of Hyperion being hard by it made Talia intolerable even for a mont.
"Of course, I can."
Lanci was more than willing to accept a civil commission.
Besides, it was the first ti Tata had entrusted him so seriously.
"During our ti in the Poseen Kingdom, you can use my powers as you please."
Talia promised.
In a fleeting mont of telepathic exchange, a chill brought Lanci’s consciousness back to the Magical Airship Hall.
The airship swayed lightly; the leading executioner of the Executioner Squad and his subordinates had already cleared the crowd. They ford a fan-shaped encirclent and were finally ready to act.
The most powerful executioner aboard the airship could not unleash large-scale destructive martial skills; otherwise, it might cause the airship to crash. The best thod was simply to neatly decapitate the head of the berzerk Demon Race.
"Please wait a mont!"
Lanci hurriedly stood in front of Lixancy, making a hand gesture.
Right now, he was the one pausing the hero.
He never broke the law, let alone cause a conflict with the executioner.
No matter what, he intended to save lives without stirring up trouble.
This was precisely why Professor Bolao was most rest assured about him.
Otherwise, the mont the situation turned sour, Loren sitting on Ichrite’s side might start sweating on his forehead.
"She’s beyond saving. If you keep obstructing official duties, I won’t just fail to protect you; I will clear you out as well."
The executioner, who had been about to draw his sword, pressed his hand against the hilt again, veins on the back of his hand lightly trembling.
"You’re also from the Demon Race, so why do you want to kill her?"
Lanci asked the distant executioner.
The opponent was strong; according to Talia’s judgnt, the opponent had a Seventh-order strength, a top expert wherever placed.
And those pupils of his were clearly the sa as Lixancy’s, both belonging to the Demon Race.
Despite looking like a teenager in his teens, in reality, he was probably not young.
Inside Lanci’s heart, Talia was requesting him to stall for ti.
Talia was analyzing the cursed state that Lixancy was under.
"Stop ssing around! Do you know with what kind of feelings I kill my own kind?"
The young man holding the sword had a cold expression on his face as he spoke with a hoarse voice.
The subordinates around him dared not speak a word, holding their breath and concentrating on the direction where Lixancy and Lanci were.
Sergeant Nigel, the executioner for Duke Tiffany of the Poseen Kingdom’s Senate.
As a mber of the Demon Race, he did not hesitate to decapitate even his own childhood friend, who was as close as a sister.
The reason was the unexplained Curse Mark berserk.
Since then, he had never returned to the Demon World of Poseen, nor had he seen the childhood friend closest to him since childhood.
The black-haired, green-eyed youth in the jumper coat had clearly been dancing in a minefield with his statent just now.
"Please talk to . I have her under control right now, and I am willing to cooperate and assist with your duties. Can you spare her first?"
Lanci continued to convey his intentions.
Upon hearing this, not only did Sergeant Nigel, but also many of the scattering crowd, looked at him as if he were a different kind of creature.
"Heh, you must be from another country..."
Executioner Nigel’s fingers trembled slightly, forming a fist.
"Previously, who knows how many people who thought they were very capable believed they could cure the cursed of the Demon Race! Do you know how many people died in the end?!"
He swung his hand forcefully, shouting angrily.
All ignorant and fearless interference would only worsen the situation, causing even The Senate to struggle to manage!
"At least let try, okay? Wait until we land. I am a disciple of Great Priest Loren, very skilled at healing patients."
Lanci raised his hands to show he had no hostile intent, earnestly trying to negotiate an opportunity.
"Even the Great Priest himself couldn’t save her, let alone one of his students."
Nigel said in a definitive tone.
The Poseen Kingdom wasn’t without its own Eighth-order experts.
Yet all efforts had been futile.
The Great Priest Loren might have had a great reputation in the eastern region, but he was also the head of Ichrite Academy.
Anyone who had studied at Ichrite Academy could claim to be a student of Great Priest Loren, using his na to bluff and deceive.
"Move away quickly before an irreparable accident occurs."
Sergeant Nigel, holding back his anger, struggled to patiently order the obstinate foreigner.
Once the airship landed, the dia would swarm in, and the nature of the incident would change.
A panic that could not be contained might begin.
Right now, they were in the midst of the unpredictable turmoil instigated by the Cerryti Empire on the southern border of the South Continent.
Internal strife within the Poseen Kingdom must not arise yet again.
"..."
Lanci seed to realize communication was useless.
The other party would not compromise in the slightest.
At the least, he wouldn’t give up on Lixancy.
Despite Professor Bolao’s advice to avoid ddling in the internal affairs of humans and the Demon Race in the Poseen Kingdom, he had never been indifferent enough to ignore the plight of innocent beings.
"Talia, how do you plan to handle this?"
He could only ask in his mind.
If it ca down to using force, it all depended on Talia.
But Talia’s combat ti was severely limited; unless absolutely necessary, it was best not to call upon her.
"Give a mont, I should be able to save her."
Talia’s voice ca through in his mind.
"..."
After hearing her, Lanci hesitated no longer.
If Tata said there was a way, then he would trust her.
"Help! Officer, sir, she’s taken hostage! She demands that the airship lands before she’ll let go!"
Lanci imdiately started to cry out innocently for help.
"..."
The entire cabin fell silent.
For a mont, they couldn’t distinguish whether this fragile person was acting.
Or if he had really been taken hostage and was now complying with the criminal’s demands to communicate with the sergeant.
His acting was so convincing that it seed quite poor in skill.
Because according to regulations, the Executioner could not now disregard the safety of the hostages and move against him and the Demon Race.
"..."
Executioner Sergeant Nigel’s forehead veins were throbbing visibly.
The more convincing Lanci’s acting, the more he seed to be treating him like a fool.
Because he could sense the other’s eagerness in negotiation, which was not sothing soone in a hostage situation would normally display.
Sergeant Nigel took a deep breath and pulled out his communication magic device.
Using communication magic, he contacted his master in the Senate.
It didn’t take long for the other end to pick up.
"Duke Tiffany, a foreign human is interfering with my handling of a cursed Demon clan mber, I request the right to act without liability."
Nigel asked for authorization.
"Go ahead; in the future when you encounter such self-righteous fools, just kill them directly."
A cold female voice ca from the other side.
In an instant, an ominous aura erupted from Sergeant Nigel, as though his restraints had been lifted.
Even the Cat Boss’s fur stood on end.
The berserk Lixancy, with her will lost, beca even more frantic under stimulation, roaring like a bloodthirsty beast, blood oozing from her vacant eyes as she desperately struggled against the psychic power magic.
What was once a beautiful and pleasant woman had now entirely transford into a monstrous visage.
"ow ow ow! I can hardly restrain her any longer, ow!"
The Cat Boss cried out in alarm.
"..."
Lanci also finally felt that things were quite bad.
The Cat Boss had exceeded her capabilities by three orders; it had been too much of a strain.
Normally, she would need to exceed by four orders to win comfortably.
Now, with danger in front and behind, if things continued like this, not only would Lixancy not be saved, but there might also be a confrontation with the Executioner of the Poseen Kingdom.
"Talia, defend for a mont!"
Lanci sent a ntal plea.
As long as Talia could block the Executioner’s strike, he would have a chance to negotiate with the Executioner, who had sensed the danger of combat and entered a state of vigilance.
Even though negotiations this evening would be lengthy and full of uncertainties, he was confident he could convince the other party to give him a chance to save Lixancy.
Before he could finish his thought, he felt his body being controlled by Talia’s spirit magic.
Talia’s Curse magic erupted, destroying the protective magic of the cabin behind him.
She made Lanci grab the Cat Boss and forcefully elbow through the airship’s landing window, launching themselves backward out into the open air.
"Talia! It was to defend for a mont, not to go for broke!"
Lanci shouted desperately in midair.
He should have never trusted Talia, the violence-prone demon who acted before she thought!
Their cooperation was indeed the worst!
Amidst the sound of shattering glass raining down like a downpour and the ensuing commotion and chaos, Lanci and the Cat began their rapid free fall from the high skies of the Huadu night.
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