Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1299 - 823 Lanci’s Intentions_4

But this time, he will give it his all.

Success is not the destination; failure is not the end. They must press forward, as compromise with the enemy is simply out of the question.

If they do not defeat the Blood Clan, they will never be able to enjoy the peace of the afternoon. It was Lanci, always at the forefront, who taught him the courage to lead.

For everything that comes next, whether it leads to success or ultimate sacrifice, he believes Lanci is capable of handling it all, until he creates a world with no end in sight, that relatively perfect world.

"Yes, we will help you, forever your best partners."

Antanas slapped the table and grinned, promising Lanci.

She couldn't wait to get back to Ichrite and start the celebration with everyone.

"First, deal with the urgent matters, then the important ones."

Isatia repeated the motto Lanci taught her, applying it immediately.

"The Goddess of Destiny will protect you. May your martial exploits be eternally remembered, and your heroic names known throughout the world."

The Bingxue Witch also closed her eyes to pray.

Despite the persistent drizzle outside, today the first floor of the Saint Kray Temple was filled with an invigorating and lively atmosphere, as if it could dispel all dampness and cold.

...

Meanwhile, in a bedroom on the second floor.

The sounds of doors closing and locks clicking were softly heard.

The curtains were half-open, letting the thin, wintry morning light trickle through the clouds and drizzle into the room.

Hyperion slowly opened her eyes.

She looked around at the unfamiliar yet comforting environment.

Hyperion turned her head, only to find a pair of eyes watching her.

It was the familiar Talia.

Talia had placed two chairs beside her bed, watching over her, probably waiting for her to awaken for a long time.

"Hyperion, how do you feel?"

Talia noticed Hyperion waking up and asked her with concern.

"I..."

Hyperion nodded slightly, struggling to sit up.

Her waist-length hair was slightly disheveled, and her muscles were in severe pain; her very skeleton felt as if it would fall apart.

According to the Bingxue Witch's brief recap before she fell asleep yesterday, Melogast's rampage was so overpowered that it escalated her strength to a level where even Sinola and Antanas could not easily stop her, and using such power came with unpredictable consequences.

Even with her Poison resistance, she could not fully control her power like Melogast did.

Reflecting on it now, Hyperion again felt that Melogast was actually a member of the Demon Race with an excessively strong spirit and will, so obsessed that he could even harness madness.

"Don't force yourself; just lean against the headboard."

Talia understood Hyperion's condition well after seeing her.

Antanas, a Demon World physician, had already examined Hyperion's body the previous night.

Fortunately, it was Hyperion's inherent high resistance to Poison and a body structure compatible with that of Blasphemous Lord Melogast that allowed her to endure Melogast's power; any other member of the Demon Race using Melogast's potent toxins on themselves would likely die after a single use.

After all, to enhance one's abilities from Seventh-order to the realm of Eighth-order was an augmentation technique Talia had only seen once before—

That was the shard of the legendary Magic Device, Parlony's Grudge Record, which also demanded a near-death price.

Her and Lanci's good friend Nigel from Huadu survived after being implanted with a shard of the legendary Magic Device by Perlman partly because Nigel was Perlman's foster son who had been secretly modified by Perlman since childhood, becoming a successful experiment with some adaptability to Parlony's Grudge Record.

On the other hand, Nigel possessed an ironclad will and a determination to protect Huadu until death.

Only those truly equipped with both could wield such extraordinary power.

"My Xiu Bao, my dear Xiu Bao."

Talia first looked at the recuperating Hyperion, and then could not help but hug her, tears brimming in her eyes, for fear that she was seriously injured and would not wake up.

Hyperion, initially startled, hesitated for a moment before slowly placing her hand on Talia's back.

"I'm really alright, Tata."

Hyperion said softly.

In the future, she probably wouldn't use the [Melogast's Desecrating Royal Power] again, unless she really needed to bet her life on it, at that desperate moment.

She didn't know why Talia's emotions were so turbulent at the moment, but she knew that she should comfort Tata appropriately now.

"How long have I slept?"

Hyperion let Talia embrace her and asked.

It seemed as if she had had a confounding dream.

She dreamed of her so-called aunt, Blasphemous Lord Melogast.

From her lofty position, Melogast told her that she's not yet worthy of using the Demon King's Power, that the Desecrating Demon King's Power which bound everything beyond life and death was not for a half-breed Demon princess like her to use, and without an epiphany involving countless brushes with death, she might as well lend her body to the Blasphemous Lord for her use.

"You've only slept for one night."

Talia slowly released Hyperion and replied.

She had stayed awake all night worried sick, keeping vigil by Hyperion's side.

Talia found Sikder to be strange as well; despite the fact that last night no one was guarding him, and it was a good chance to monopolize Lanci, Sikder insisted on honoring the agreement with Tata, staying here to watch over Hyperion, and then he went down to help Cat Boss come morning.

Talia now also couldn't figure out whether Sikder and Hyperion had known each other before or what exactly their relationship was – good or bad.

As these thoughts crossed her mind, Talia had already brought over breakfast wrapped in tin foil for Hyperion from the bedside table.