NOVPUBPerlman’s mouth opened again, emitting a piercing, high-pitched sound,
"It really is a joke from the Goddess of Destiny, Rocky McCarthy, for someone like you who can defeat Perlman to appear here."
His hollow eyes turned towards Lanci and said.
"..."
Lanci looked back at him.
He knew this guy was the culprit spreading the Curse, as well as the exceptionally malevolent member of the Demon Race that Talia had mentioned, coming from behind the Calamity Servitude.
Since Perlman had little combat power left, he was taken advantage of by Beelzebub, who controlled him with fragments of "Parlony’s Grudge Record."
"Do you think this is all over?"
Beelzebub spoke, manipulating Perlman’s mouth into a small smile, and he slowly raised his hand, pointing towards the depths of the ruins.
Behind the broken walls, a massive screen still leaned, riddled with countless holes and cracks, but miraculously, it was still operating, emitting light.
The screen was still displaying the scene from Beelzebub’s side.
He was no longer at the South Bank, but had moved to the North Shore.
It was a majestic Count’s Mansion, now half-collapsed.
The broken walls were like the fangs of a beast; under the night sky and torrential rain, the mansion’s doors were wide open, with debris scattered across the entrance and the garden, a figure stood there proudly.
The Barrier over the Count’s Mansion was of little difficulty for him to dismantle.
At his feet in the rubble, a red-haired maid had been defeated, her forehead bleeding profusely, dying the rainwater in the garden red with blood.
Her eyes were tightly shut, with traces of blood from the struggle still at the corner of her mouth.
And in Beelzebub’s hand, a blonde figure was struggling and writhing in pain.
At this moment, Christina’s snow-white neck was being gripped by Beelzebub.
Her complexion was pale as paper, her eyes wide open and teary, the tears ceaselessly sliding down her cheeks, as if she could not understand why such a terrifying member of the Demon Race would come after their Count’s Mansion, not even Enon could beat him.
"Look, Rocky."
Beelzebub said mockingly,
"Did you know that I discovered your connection with Nigel that very night? And the Bathist family you work for, you must care about them, right? They are there behind the broken reception room, trembling."
He pointed towards the inside of the mansion.
In an instant, it was as if Christina understood something.
"You... damn Curse Spreader..."
She spoke with a trembling voice.
"Oh? You don’t blame Rocky?"
Beelzebub just looked at her coldly.
"If it were Rocky who stopped you... then I can only say he did a splendid job..."
Christina’s voice became even more strained because Beelzebub’s grip seemed to tighten a fraction.
However, at this moment, he wouldn’t kill this precious hostage young lady.
"Very well, the more faithful and devoted you are to him now, the greater your value."
Beelzebub’s eyes pierced through the screen, staring directly at Lanci, his thin lips twisting into a curve.
Before his words faded, Beelzebub’s hand suddenly tightened with force.
Christina let out a piercing scream, coughing blood continuously, as Beelzebub choked her neck, not only leaving bruises but also almost igniting her golden hair tips with the deep blue flames.
Inside the Count Bathist’s mansion, amidst a deadly silence, only Christina’s heart-wrenching screams cut through the heavy air, piercing into everyone’s heart like a blade.
The Bathist family members were all surrounded by a deep blue flame, as if it had herded them together, preventing any escape, their faces pale as paper, with anger, horror, and a deep sense of powerlessness burning in their eyes.
The Earl clenched his fists tightly, veins bulging, while the Countess covered her mouth tightly, clear tears unable to stop slipping through her fingers, yet she could only watch her daughter suffer.
"Let her go..."
Enon stood up in the pouring rain as if awakened by Christina’s voice, staggering once more toward Beelzebub.
But Beelzebub dodged aside like teasing a child and kicked her away again, with the deep blue Curse flames spreading over her, causing her to roll several times on the withered grass.
"Is this the backup you kept at the Bathist’s? Rocky, she really is like a cockroach that can’t be killed, no matter how you hit her, she won’t make a sound."
Beelzebub appeared in front of Enon, stepping heavily on her back as if stepping on a piece of rag, and she didn’t make a sound of agony.
This maid was physically strong, yet strangely weak, as if she had talent but had never learned to fight, a fragile woman untrained in combat.
"No... Christina..."
Enon reached out weakly, seemingly still trying to save Christina.
Beelzebub twisted his foot on her back and looked at the screen again.
Meanwhile, in the ruins of district 10 of the Demon World’s Poson, Perlman controlled by him echoed in exactly the same tone.
"Lanci, it’s your choice. If you give me the Secret Key, we can avoid this battle. I will also make a promise to you, not to harm Huadu’s civilians again. You can take whoever you want to leave, and you should understand that our Demon Race’s contracts are very reliable, right?"
In the image, Beelzebub’s fingers lifted slightly, as if to tell Lanci, killing this weak golden-haired girl was no different from squishing a fly,
"On the other hand, if you choose to continue fighting, I will not snatch the Key anymore, but will do my utmost to slaughter the civilians of Huadu, killing everyone you know in Huadu, and destroy the city as much as possible. Even if you manage to defeat me by chance, you won’t be able to hold me. You’ll carry a stain of infamy that you can never wash away. One day I will return, and take everything that is important to you..."
