Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 762 - 677: Lanci’s Reunion with the Red-Haired Young Man_4

Lanci immediately gave Christina a look that signaled her to keep her distance.

"This is just everyday life in the Poson Demon World," he said.

Lanci hoped Christina would remain calm.

However, he found that Christina didn’t seem to be too panicked; driven by curiosity, her gaze followed some of the Demon Race civilians seeking refuge, carefully looking toward the direction of the disturbance.

The commotion became increasingly clear, wrapping around like surround sound, with recognizable roars, the clashing of metal, and the occasional burst of fiery explosions.

The streetlights on Illusion Avenue seemed to dim a bit, only the panicked Demon Race civilians running past.

"Why Miss, would you like to treat this as a little side show to watch?" Lanci asked, looking down at the blonde young lady by his side.

"No, not at all." She shook her head repeatedly, finally coming to her senses and getting ready to turn away.

However.

Before she could react, a distant explosion instinctively made her cover her head with her arms.

Only two shadows could be seen streaking across the sky in the distance, weaving rapidly between buildings, chasing from one structure’s facade to the wall of another, each landing accompanied by the sound of bricks shattering and dust billowing, the whole city trembling from their battle.

The battle was intensely fierce, the two figures intertwining at times, separating at others.

The pursuer swung a black long sword, each swing stirring up a searing crimson storm, illuminating the surrounding corridors.

The escaping and recklessly destructive figure was hideous and ugly, like a deformed little giant.

"Nigel’s here, run!"

A Demon Race civilian running past Lanci and Christina shouted in terror, seemingly more afraid of the sergeant-major in executioner’s uniform than the berserk, cursed Demon Race figure.

Just as he was about to leave, Lanci hesitated momentarily and turned his head back toward the direction of the battlefield.

"Roar!!!"

The cursed berserk Demon Race was covered in wounds, not only powerful but also constantly unleashing violent magic, trying to overwhelm Nigel with endless fury and strength.

But Nigel was always aware of his surroundings.

He made sure to protect the innocent civilians from harm.

Whenever danger approached the innocents, he could always block the attack with the back of his sword and then quickly move them to a safe place.

Clearly, in this apprehension battle, Nigel, the executioner, had abundant experience in dealing with Cursed Berserkers.

Soon he lured the Cursed Berserker onto the wide avenue of Illusion Avenue.

Here, he no longer had to worry about Demon Race civilians being harmed.

Gripping the sword hilt with both hands, he leaned forward slightly, transforming into a black thunderbolt charging at the Cursed Berserker.

Just as Nigel was about to successfully and precisely strike the berserk Cursed Berserker with the back of his sword,

he suddenly seemed to realize something, shifting his sword to the side, and a new shadow appeared on the battlefield in an instant.

An unexpected figure fiercely kicked Nigel in the chest.

The terrifying force sent Nigel flying instantly, crashing into the wall of a building, with dust billowing amidst the loud crash.

As the dust began to clear,

Nigel stood up from the rubble with difficulty.

His hand clutched the sword hilt.

Although he had successfully blocked the attack, the strength behind it still caused his arm to tremble slightly.

"What’s the matter, Nigel, you should have just killed him," said a Demon Race indifferently as he stood still, pressing the cursed berserk figure to the ground. His extended hand was ready to pierce through the Cursed Victim’s head.