NOVPUBAtop the ruins, Perlman, controlled by Beelzebub, greeted Lanci elegantly and asked.
"Rocky...! Don’t listen to him...!"
Before Christina could finish speaking, she received a punch from Beelzebub, spat out a mouthful of blood, and her expression dimmed.
"Continue the fight, and even if you retake Floral City today, what then? You’ll have nothing."
Beelzebub on the screen continued to laugh.
"..."
Talia, for a moment, did not dare to continue attacking Perlman.
"Lanci, what should I do?"
While keeping a close watch on the screen and the enemy before her, she asked Lanci in her heart.
"..."
Although Lanci did not respond to Beelzebub on the surface, he had already communicated the answer to Talia in his heart.
"Talia, don’t compromise with terrorists, fight until the last moment."
Lanci conveyed his thoughts.
"No, no, Lanci, is there no other way, you must have a way, right?"
Talia struggled for a long time but could not make up her mind to do it.
Even a hundred years ago, she was not cruel enough to be indifferent to the life and death of a friend.
Not only the Bathist family, but if they proceed this way, even if they could kill Perlman and reach South Bank, probably not many creatures on South Bank would survive, Rosalinda would die, everyone would die.
She was no longer the Princess of Demon Clan she was a hundred years ago.
Having lived too long a peaceful life and understanding human feelings, she could not bear the guilt that came with it!
"Success is not the final goal, failure is not the end, we must forge ahead, compromise with the enemy is never an option."
Lanci looked at her helplessly and responded with his thoughts.
He had no choice either, having fought to this stage today, they had done all they could, now they could only pray for the Goddess of Destiny’s blessing.
If the enemy were just one Perlman, he might have had a way to defeat him. Even with two enemies, if the enemy also wished to win, he might possibly be able to cope.
Unfortunately, the enemy was this most extreme kind of person.
When the hope of victory was not great, he no longer pursued victory and chose purely nauseating tactics.
"..."
Talia looked at Lanci blankly.
Their thoughts could be communicated in an instant, but at this moment, she did not know what to do.
On the aside, the broken screen.
"What’s the matter, can’t the two of you agree?"
Beelzebub seemed to have detected their divergence and smiled with pleasure.
This situation was exactly what he wanted to see.
"Are you going to kill innocent people with your own hands? People will really die this time, do you still not care?"
Beelzebub’s voice carried a trace of resentment, as if he had already mocked the countless lost souls of Floral City Parriel for the night.
"Dream on."
Lanci glanced at Beelzebub.
Then he focused solely on Talia before him.
"Talia, move to kill Perlman, then go to South Bank, save as many people as you can."
He communicated his thoughts to her.
"...?"
Talia looked at Lanci, not understanding why the usually gentle Lanci could be so firm and decisive at a time like this.
"When you’re indecisive, I’ll be resolute; when I’m hesitant, you’ll be firm. Thinking about it, doesn’t that make us invincible? When one of us doubts, we should just listen to the other."
Lanci’s inner voice was like a call to awaken her,
"Maybe you’ll feel that to some extent, the people who die today will die because of this choice. You’ll care, you’ll be sad and in pain, but it’s not your fault!"
Lanci held Talia’s cheeks tightly with both hands, making her gaze especially astonished, as she could only stare at the man before her,
"All the transgressions committed by the Summon should be borne by the summoner. So you need not hesitate, do not think too much, go defeat the enemy, all the sins are mine, you did nothing wrong, Talia."
Talia couldn’t believe that this was something Lanci would say to her one day.
"How are you not caring, sad, and in pain..."
Her golden eyes slowly welled with tears, looking at Lanci, she knew he actually cared more about Christina and the Bathist family than she did.
But what changed next was determination after the waves of uncertainty had passed.
"I understand."
The moment Talia’s words fell, she once again positioned a spatial rift next to Perlman, a signal her killing intent was made up.
She and Lanci might never achieve complete unity of thought and action.
But in moments when one is confused and the other is resolved, they can entrust themselves to each other completely.
The absence of a tacit agreement was their best form of unspoken understanding.
"What a pity, it seems today you are making a choice you will regret for the rest of your lives."
Beelzebub, controlling Perlman despite continuously receiving new fatal wounds, still laughed loudly.
Since the enemy had chosen to fight him to the bitter end, he was determined to make the enemy lose as much as possible, and not let Rocky McCarthy have an easy time!
Meanwhile,
At District 4 of North Shore, Parriet.
In the garden of Count Bathist’s mansion, Beelzebub laughed to the skies, his laughter maniacal and grating, like a demon’s carnival.
"Rocky, you won, but you’ll never be able to forget me. I will forever etch the pain of sin into your heart."
He spread his arms, spinning Christina in the rain as if to announce his pleasure to the whole world,
"Let me show you how to char this girl’s flesh first and then strip away her bones."
Beelzebub then looked towards the Bathist family in the mansion; not only Christina’s expression but the faces of the Bathist family at this moment were also a splendid vintage he could present to Rocky McCarthy.
