NOVEL Don't confiscate my identity as a human race Chapter 881 - 701 Lanci Completely Stripped Calila_7

Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 881 - 701 Lanci Completely Stripped Calila_7
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Lanci had long thought that even if faced with another high-quality card that couldn’t be unbound, he might only consider one more.

He was more interested in seeing if he could get the ultimate card related to Black Sun Lankros at the end of Blood Moon Bad World.

"If I bind this card, can I replace Calila when I cooperate with you?"

Talia looked at the card, muttering with doubt.

Such unreasonable large-scale group control had very high limits.

Although Calila’s Ninth-order original was stronger—as long as the Fallen Calila continued to cast spells, maintaining the Barrier under a high load, even if the enemy was attacked, they would not be able to break free from the dream.

However, this one wasn’t bad either, belonging to low-power, one-time release spells.

"It should be possible, whether it’s the Demon Race’s Innate Magic, the aloof temperament, or the deposition of the years..."

Lanci agreed, but before he could finish, Talia grabbed his heart.

One more advantage of being in the Mad Love Demon King state was that it could directly give Lanci a heartbeat warning.

"I, I mean, even if you disguise yourself as Calila, Hyperion won’t notice."

Lanci quickly corrected himself.

"..."

Talia thought about it; if Lanci took her into Shadow World next time.

The role she was most likely to play would be Calila.

Because Shadow World would assign Challengers the historical identities best suited for them to perform, and now if she learned Gentle Town, this probability would increase significantly.

It seemed that even if Calila was replaced by her, Hyperion wouldn’t notice because Calila’s appearance came with Illusion Technique magic, and the vast majority of the Demon Race couldn’t see her true face.

Wouldn’t it be nice to disguise herself as Calila and interact with her for a while before letting Hyperion find out?

"Plus, this card is extremely practical even as Life Magic. If you feel Hyperion is not sleeping well in the future, just give her one before she sleeps."

Lanci remembered that this was how Calila did it, except that Calila’s original [Fallen Wonderland] couldn’t be used too much, as excessive use would harm the soul, but this [Surging Gentle Homeland] was pure and natural with no harm.

"Right."

Suddenly, Talia felt that this magic was better than anything, looking at the translucent card in her hand with much affection,

"Lanci, then I will continue to help you make Magic Cards, we’ve already found our rhythm in cooperation."

She looked at Lanci and said with a smile.

Hyperion always easily woke up from nightmares, liked to talk in her sleep, and her sleeping posture was terrible.

This magic had no side effects; every night, it could give Hyperion sweet dreams, and if it could make Hyperion sleep soundly, there was even no need to worry about her kicking off the covers in the middle of the night.

It was simply Hugh’s favorite, a must-have for any mother.

...

Meanwhile, outside the hotel.

In the rainy morning of Floral City Pariel, heavy clouds obscured the sky, turning into a giant black curtain that swallowed the glimmer of dawn.

The air was filled with a damp chill, as raindrops steadily pitter-pattered against the cobblestone pavement, emitting a monotonous dull sound.

Occasionally, a biting cold wind howled past, sweeping up the dried yellow leaves on the roadside, twirling them through the desolate streets.

In the distance, the solemn and long bell chime echoed from Pariel’s Cathedral.

After an indeterminable duration, a sharp and urgent alarm ripped through the silence, like a Dagger slashing through the heavy night.

The alarm sounded to the heavens, reverberating through the empty streets, jolting awake the sleeping Floral City Pariel.

People emerged from their homes, their faces etched with panic and confusion.

Having just experienced unrest a few days earlier, the nerves of the residents were sensitive and fragile.

Some hurriedly ran to the nearest Temple seeking shelter; others gathered at street corners in small groups, quietly exchanging speculations.

Until a Magic Guided Vehicle drove through the street, with a military officer in uniform standing solemnly on the roof of the military vehicle, holding a black megaphone Magic Device, synchronously ringing out with the city’s broadcast: 𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙥𝒖𝒃.𝒄𝒐𝒎

[An hour ago, our country was subjected to a massive invasion by the Cerryti Empire Imperial Army! Kingdom Joint Council and Poson’s government have issued an emergency mobilization order, calling all citizens willing to serve their country to immediately go to the local recruitment offices to enlist, to defend the homeland and fight against the invasion!]

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