As a villain, I really don't want to be pursued by the heroine.

She looked straight at Roy, her amethyst-like eyes filled with the image of the young man: "I don't want to die now. When I return alive, there are still many things..."

"Let's finish it slowly after we get back." Roy waved his hand.

Senior, do you have to put the flag up so obviously? Can we try to be auspicious?!

Lyanna was stunned for a moment, blinked, and restrained the ripples in her eyes: "That's right, let's talk about it when we get back."

"Will you accompany me when that time comes?"

Roy turned around and was about to open his mouth when the two men's expressions changed at the same time.

A terrifying force swept over.

However, the two men, who had experienced this kind of attack before, were prepared and stood up at the same time to protect each other.

The nine-headed Hydra that roared out instantly shrank into a ball, and Roy also stood in front of Lyanna and put on the [Evil Dragon Blood Armor].

After a loud thunderous sound, the courtyard that was originally intact was razed to the ground.

However, amidst the thick smoke and the extraordinary surge of dark attributes, the two people holding hands still stood firm.

The one-armed demon with wings spread out landed on the roof of the mansion.

"The way you humans make me groan makes me sick no matter how many times I see it."

"Heh, do you know why villains rarely interrupt the hero and heroine's intimacy? Because that's like being unable to wait and die."

Diabolos looked confused, not quite understanding.

Roy noticed this and said, "Let me put it another way."

He took off his hood and said as sarcastically as he could: "Are you jealous? Single guy."

There is no concept of love in the demon culture of the survival of the fittest, and a partner is more like an asset.

However, Diabolos was still stung.

This is equivalent to humans being mocked by rich people as poor.

"Idiot, I just don't like human women. I have countless concubines in the demon world!"

"I almost believed it, single guy."

"you......"

Diabolos frowned and was about to retort when Roy suddenly raised his hand and swung out a sharp spear.

At the same time, Lyanna turned into a shadow and drove rapidly into the depths of the mansion.

This was something they had discussed in advance.

For Lyanna, rescuing her mother was more important than killing her enemies, and she was even willing to give up a head-on confrontation with Diabolos for her mother's safety. Moreover, if Lisanna was not rescued, she might be taken hostage.

Therefore, the faster Lyanna went to rescue people, and Roy was responsible for stopping Diabolos.

The big demon crushed the spear casually, glanced at the direction where Lyanna left, and did not stop her. Instead, he smiled coldly.

"A crude provocation, is that all?"

"You didn't try to stop her. It seems you have confidence in Lisanna's defense." Roy raised his eyebrows.

"Haha, guess what?"

Diabolos gave the boy a wicked smile, trying to detect the uneasiness and hesitation on his face.

However, Roy looked clear-headed.

"Sure enough, you are trying to get Lyanna's attention."

Diabolos was slightly startled.

Roy recalled the details Lyanna had told him: "Back then, you deliberately let Lyanna escape, and now you deliberately want to lure her here."

"In our last fight, you chased me and fought me, but you held back on Lyanna. Furthermore, you could have killed Lisanna, but you only threatened and didn't act."

"What exactly do you want to do to her?" Roy's voice turned cold.

Diabolos pinched his chin, narrowed his eyes, and there was no more joking on his face: "I hate clever guys."

"You guessed right. I deliberately let her go back then. Letting her come back to seek revenge was also part of my plan."

"However, you don't need to know the reason behind this."

Diabolos smiled grimly, and the next moment, his figure disappeared, falling rapidly like a dark meteor.

"After all, the dead don't need to know so much!"

Wherever the violent claws passed, everything was shattered.

It didn't stop until it collided with the dark golden slash, emitting dazzling sparks.

"It doesn't matter, no matter what you're planning..." Roy held Diabolos's claws, but smiled: "I just need to kill you and then come to help."

"Kill me?" Diabolos laughed.

Diabolos roared, and shadows wavered in the position of his one arm, outlining the shape of a claw. Both claws came out and pressed down on the sword. The veins in his arm bulged, and terrifying power exploded, making Roy feel as if he was wrestling with a giant beast.

The ground beneath Roy's feet seemed to be unable to withstand such destruction anymore and sank in with a deep sound.

Diabolos pressed down on Roy and laughed grimly, "Human, stop being so stubborn."

"The last time you two were together, you couldn't defeat me."

"This time, you're the only one going up, just to buy time and buy Lyanna a chance to rescue her."

"Your struggles are completely meaningless...!"

The sword exploded with a roar, and the fire surged, along with the sneer of the black-haired boy.

"You seem to have misunderstood something. I'm not here to show off."

"I alone am enough to kill you!"

As the words fell, the Fire Blade exploded, like the roar of a fire dragon.

Facing the Red Blood Fire Dragon's flames, Diabolos also retaliated with the same level of magic flames.

The red flames instantly fell into decline in the collision, but at this moment, the dark golden sword blade pierced through the flame curtain and slashed diagonally.

Diabolos raised his hand and clawed, blasting Roy more than ten meters away.

However, the one with an even uglier expression was Diabolos, who was covering his face.

There was a tiny sword scar on his face.

But the sword mark was like bone-eating acid, making a sizzling sound and spreading continuously.

At the same time, while the two were fighting, Lyanna also came outside the hall.

With the Hydra's roar, she easily wiped out the demons guarding here and broke into the auditorium.

Chapter 125 The Demon's Fear

Standing in the hall, Lyanna's forgotten memories were gradually awakened by the familiar scenes.

When I was a child, I often sat in the front row with my mother to watch my father’s speeches. My mother always had a smile on her face and a sparkle in her eyes.

There are also those elders and friends whose faces are either clear or familiar. They are always around me, casting gentle glances at me, just like the warm sun in an autumn afternoon.

The trance only lasted for a moment.

Lyanna quickly noticed her mother, who was hanging in the air in the middle of the hall, her hands and feet bound by dark-attributed chains.

The gentle face of my mother in my memory is long gone, her curly and delicate purple hair is disheveled, and her eyes are empty and blank.

Over the years, Lyanna has long been accustomed to being alone,

However, she just thought she was used to it.

When she saw her mother again, memories came flooding back, and Lyanna's eyes were filled with soreness, but she resisted the urge, stepped forward quickly, drove the Hydra to bite through the restraints, and caught her mother who was falling from mid-air.

Her figure finally appeared in those empty eyes.

"Le... Anna..."

Lyanna opened her mouth, but was overwhelmed by sadness. She couldn't speak for a moment and could only force out a bitter smile.

But it was more like a joy.

For more than a decade, she had subconsciously given up hope, feeling that sooner or later she would die alone on the road to transcendence.

But now, at least the mother and daughter are reunited.

At the end of the dark road, a glimmer of light finally appeared——

"Mom, I'm here to save you......!"

However, before she could finish her words, under Lyanna's incredulous gaze, Lisanna rushed forward and grabbed her empty white neck tightly, like a mad beast.

"die!!!"

As a summoned creature, the nine-headed Hydra instinctively wanted to protect its master and bared its fangs, but was forcibly dispelled by Lyanna.

Lyanna clutched her mother's arm, her eyes gradually darkening as she stared at the face that should have been warm and familiar but now seemed cold and unfamiliar.

No matter how she struggled, Lisanna showed no intention of stopping.

But Lyanna didn't make a move. Until her hands fell powerlessly, her legs stopped struggling, and her shimmering purple eyes became empty.

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Diabolos covered the wound on his face, his expression darkening.

The fire dragon's flames could not break through the demonic flames, and the damage caused by the opponent's blood was also very limited. This was how it should be.

It was clearly just a shallow scratch. Even with a dragon tooth blade that could cut through iron like mud, the most it could have done was leave a faint blood mark.

However, now, this wound has corroded deep into the muscles, causing excruciating pain.

No, before that, this guy should have been dead!

Diabolos couldn't help but ask: "What on earth are you?"

Roy shrugged: "Just humans."

"Nonsense! Even a dragon wouldn't survive the injuries from the last battle!"

Roy's performance made Diabolos unable to suppress his confusion.

Diabolos has been in both the human and demon worlds, and he knows very well that no extraordinary creature is omnipotent and has corresponding shortcomings.

Be it humans, demons, or even cultists, no one can escape this iron rule.

If you're good at melee, you're weak at ranged. If you're good at ranged, you're weak at melee. If you have both, neither is outstanding, and you're mediocre overall.

However, Roy seriously broke his cognition.

Creatures with regenerative abilities often lack physical strength. Creatures skilled in elemental attacks often lack the means to attack physically.

Roy was clearly a melee superhuman, yet he could command dragon flames, and his blood itself possessed some kind of magic. Of course, these alone couldn't overcome the gap in bloodline power between the two.

However, despite being clad in dragon-scale armor, the opponent possessed surprisingly strong vitality, suspected to possess regenerative abilities, otherwise he wouldn't have the ability to heal. Even the attack just now had a purifying effect similar to holy light.

Healing and cleansing, it's almost like...

Holy Light?!

Confusion brings the unknown, and the unknown brings fear.

Diabolos, who had a higher bloodline, stood alert for a moment, but Roy rushed forward.

"What, are you scared?"

"what?"

"A Sequence 5 is actually afraid of a low-level transcendent like me..." Roy raised the corner of his mouth and smiled contemptuously: "The so-called demon race doesn't seem to be that great."

"Superficial provocation." Diabolos snorted coldly, then grinned, revealing his fangs: "You will pay the price for your arrogance!"

"Perhaps there is something unknown about your bloodline, but in the final analysis, you are just a mortal who hasn't even reached the intermediate level!"

The moment he finished speaking, Diabolos attacked again, his claws intertwined, stirring up a violent dark wind.

As Roy expected, the opponent wanted to use the advantage of bloodline level to decide the outcome with strength and speed.

This is exactly what he wants.