Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

"Do you really think the game isn't over yet?"

Lanci didn't care at all about Rashar's attacks, looking at the Magic Card in his hand which was already engraved with a petal mark.

It was already past four in the afternoon, and indeed, it should be over.

"Let me show you my Demon King."

Lanci's eyes, calm and serene, did not show a trace of hostility or battle intent, his palm releasing the Orange Epic as if scattering petals, granting it freedom.

The most intense moment of turmoil in Blood Moon City Square.

As if the clouds parted to reveal the sun, the Blood King Palace was cast under the ripples of an eclipse by the black Shining Virtue.

At the focus of the sunlight, pure light mist dispersed, and a silver-haired witch landed on the ground.

Her dress was like silvery-white roses, bringing an intoxicating floral fragrance as she appeared in the square.

"Rashar, do you still remember me."

The Mad Love Demon King, wearing the Heaven's Veil, her voice exploded like a buzzing sound allowing time to flow once more, standing beneath the eclipsed phantasmagoria.

Seeing through Rashar's intentions, she had already cast the Boundary Shield to firmly protect Lanci's true form, fending off Rashar's blood arrows.

Rashar's pupils contracted as he watched his blood arrows crumble before the silver-white witch.

After her Demon Sound descended, a storm-like upheaval brewed in the Blood Moon City Square, seemingly ready to overturn the balance between illusion and reality!

"Impossible... Calila, how can you still be with Lankros!"

Rashar's face turned pale upon seeing the second undead.

He was already having difficulty distinguishing truth from illusion.

Even if this Calila before him might be much weaker than Ninth-order, the feeling she gave was genuinely that of the real Calila.

Most crucially, in his sunbathed state, even an Eighth-order Calila would be deadly.

But he was almost unable to think anymore.

The powerless feeling of the annex being breached, the weakness brought by the sun, the enveloping Demon Sound, all rendered the Third Ancestor Duke Rashar's condition into madness, as his consciousness flickered, feeling as though he had slammed into a wall, his eyes blinking rapidly with golden stars, almost fainting and unable to regain consciousness.

Having endured the Pope's repeated psychological torment before, even as the Ninth-order Rashar, who stepped into the Divine Realm with high resistance to Spiritual Magic, could not withstand the interference of the Mad Love Demon King in such a state.

The silver-haired witch focused her Magic Power at her fingertips, and the air in her directed path gradually twisted, becoming a deep gray fissure. Those swallowed Blood King Palace tiles vanished, and ground fire brewed around Rashar, black flames began rising.

At this moment, Rashar found himself not only defenseless but broken in resilience, almost like a stationary target for Rashar. She didn't need to hold back, just throwing all her attack means once was enough.

"Because I am beautiful, elegant, mature, and useful as the Great Demon Clan. Whenever he needs me, I will always be by his side."

Talia mimicked Calila's voice line from Calila's Shadow Weave Record and continued with the Demon Sound.

She indicated to Lanci that since he used the Holy Polante Pope skin, she should also use the Calila skin. This combination connected them deeply.

Gray threads sealed Rashar amongst the vine's edge.

This was the dual attribute magic of Seal and Space given by Lanci, also a relic from his teacher Lausang. If accidentally touched by those space fissures' gray threads in the air, they would swiftly expand, interweave, and explode.

"Pfft."

Lanci tightly held his mask in place, securing it.

His shoulders trembled as he desperately tried not to laugh and lose the mask.

Calila played the clown role to her full potential, but could not compare to a spontaneous line from Talia.

"You're not allowed to laugh!"

Talia indignantly and somewhat aggrievedly sent a mental message as she turned back, her ears reddening slightly.

She didn't know what was wrong with her remark, but she knew Lanci was mocking her.

"Tribute to legendary voice actor Talia, indeed so beautiful, elegant, mature, and useful."

Lanci finally dropped the act, removed his mask, and laughed. It seemed the joy Rashar brought him was nowhere near the joy Talia did.

If he kept holding his laughter with the mask, he would be short of breath.

"Are you two falling in love here?"

Rashar's eyes widened as he watched Calila and Lankros lost in conversation, even from far at the other end of the Blood King Palace Square, Rashar could sense the vibe.

Rashar recalled the only satisfying matter from tens of thousands of years ago was that neither Lankros nor Calila had a happy ending.

Now seeing this scene reminiscent of their fantasy of hand-in-hand combat, Rashar grew angrier the more he thought about it.

"...Yes."

Talia gazed at Rashar's expression as if she understood something, hesitated slightly, then summoned courage to hug Lanci from the side, touching her cheek to Lanci's cheek.

"That's right, we are very happy now."

Talia looked at Rashar and smiled triumphantly.

"I don't acknowledge it!"

Rashar was on the verge of madness, finally losing clarity.

Lanci looked at Talia in surprise; this move wasn't part of the tactics they initially discussed.

But Talia's impromptu tactic seemed to have a significant impact. Along with her Demon Sound, Rashar's time of being defenseless and broken in resilience extended.

"What use is your non-acknowledgment, are you some national civil bureau?"

Talia restrained the corner of her mouth, released Lanci, bending down to gently touch the ground. Ground fire spread out over Blood King Palace Square, sweeping towards the agonized Rashar.