Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1293 - 821 Hyperion and Aunt Have Collapsed_3

Hyperion looked at Thalia, muttering to herself with a low and hoarse voice.

"Hyperion, I won't lie to you, can you please not look at me with those eyes?"

Thalia pleaded with Hyperion, grasping her hand.

"Then why didn't you think about how sad I would be when you were having fun with Lanci?"

Hyperion leaned in slightly, interrogating her.

"But, I really!"

Thalia had never been looked at with such disdain by Hyperion before; her voice was on the verge of breaking into a sob.

"Let go of me!"

With a wave of her hand, Hyperion shook off Thalia, her expression gaining the icy coldness of the Blasphemy Lord.

"You keep saying that I'm your most precious treasure, but all you can think about is how happy you are with Lanci... I won't ask you anymore, I'll ask Lanci instead."

Having said that, Hyperion turned her gaze to Lanci by the bedside.

Thalia's response not only did nothing to calm the raging anger in her heart but instead seemed to pour oil on the flames.

Hyperion did not stop for a moment, no longer able to contain her undirected emotions.

She charged towards Lanci furiously, looking to pin him down and interrogate him.

Thalia had already taught her through actions how to make Lanci tell the truth!

"!"

Seeing this, Thalia was shocked and panicked, afraid that Hyperion would harm Lanci in this state.

Instinctively, she rushed forward first, wrapping her arms around Lanci, using her own back to protect him.

"Hyperion, don't hurt him."

Thalia said to Hyperion with a trembling voice, holding on tightly to Lanci's head.

She never thought that one day it would be Hyperion trying to capture Lanci, and she would be the one protecting him.

"I... hurt him...?"

Hyperion stopped dead, her hand reaching out toward Lanci and Thalia.

This scene was all too familiar.

The affectionate protection Thalia provided was reflected in Hyperion's eyes.

Every subtle movement between the two made everything clear to Hyperion.

"Is this what you call innocent..."

Hyperion felt something shatter in her heart, her sclera gradually turning black, tears like corrosive black venom trickling down.

"Ha ha, hahaha!"

Hyperion started to laugh.

She didn't know what else surged in her heart besides anger, only feeling her mind about to go blank.

The one hurting Lanci was she, protecting Lanci was Thalia; she did not want this, but she couldn't get over what Lanci and Thalia did, full of regret and agitation without a solution.

Hyperion's expression grew hysterical, tears streaming down her face, and then she laughed.

"How many times have you embraced each other, and how can you be so practiced? Tata, aren't you already prepared to give me a little sister?"

She staggered backward, her gaze flickering, muttering to herself with a progressively terrifying demeanor.

"Hyperion, calm down!"

Antanas and Sinola rushed to restrain Hyperion as they saw what was happening.

They felt that Hyperion had been completely provoked.

They didn't know what Hyperion might become if she lost her mind! freēwēbnovel.com

Before they could react, the increasingly berserk Hyperion, accompanied by a purple mist, transformed completely into her Demon Race form, a slender scorpion tail emerging behind her, her eyes already filled with a crazed mix of murderous and loving intent.

Antanas and Sinola lunged at Hyperion, trying to subdue her safely, not daring to use too much force and hurt her.

However, Hyperion's strength was too violent, and in an instant, she grabbed Antanas and Sinola's arms and flung them aside with their own momentum.

"I don't want to endure your deceit anymore! I've—had—enough!"

Hyperion screamed with all her might, her voice changing as she completely lost her mind.

"...!"

Lanci felt that what he saw in that moment was not Hyperion, but the Desecrating Demon King who Thalia feared most, the one from a thousand years ago with a peculiar understanding of love.

"I've been wholeheartedly open to you, yet you seduce my man!"

Hyperion's expression was fierce as she grabbed Thalia by the back of the neck.

She forcibly dragged Thalia away from Lanci, pinned her down by the end of the bed, and pressed her knee against Thalia's lower back.

"It's not like that, it really isn't!"

Thalia shrank back, her head pressed against the bed, but still shook her head again and again.

Her back was chilling, clueless about what Hyperion had become, only relieved that Hyperion's target wasn't Lanci.

Or rather, Thalia felt somewhat more at ease having Hyperion venting her anger on her directly!

"Hyperion, you can't use force!"

Lanci also immediately got up, trying to separate the two.

But Hyperion wasn't planning to listen to him, her contracted scorpion tail whirling up, suddenly extended into a spike, pinning Lanci's sleeve to the headboard, telling him not to come closer.

The next moment, even if Lanci was about to say something, he couldn't get the words out.

Hyperion had already used [Friendly Exchange] on Lanci.

Lanci covered his throat in shock, his voice grated like a knife scraping.

This was his first taste of [Friendly Exchange] in his life.

He once gave Hyperion a replica of [Friendly Exchange].

Lanci never imagined that one day Hyperion would use that card against him.

"Hyperion, I was wrong..."

Talia sobbed.

"Shut up! I don't want to hear it!"

Hyperion's voice shattered Talia's defense,

"You despicable wretch! I will make you never dare to defy me again in your life!"

She screamed hysterically, raising her hand high and forcefully swinging it down on Talia.

Smack!

Before Antanas and Sinola could stop Hyperion again, they were already dumbfounded.

It was all too late.

They saw the crazed Hyperion—

Hyperion, like severely disciplining a child, was spanking Talia.

One slap after another.

"Yikes!"

Talia's face turned red, but she dared not fight back.

"My God..."

Sigrid raised her hand to cover her eyes, peeking through the gaps between her fingers at the scene in the room.

She didn't know whom to help, and she couldn't understand why Tata was so guilty, even though Hyperion was in a berserk state, Tata should have been able to break free if she really wanted to.

Sigrid looked at Lanci.

Lanci, listening to the crisp smacks, had already frozen.

"..."

His eyes rolled back, speechless.

Sigrid didn't understand why Lanci was so shocked.

According to her speculation, Tata and Hyperion were probably best friends well-acquainted since their time in Ichrite, hence Hyperion's anger and Tata's guilt.

But after such a conflict, their physical altercation shouldn't have been shocking enough to stun Lanci into silence, right?

...

On the other side of the mansion.

The stairway leading up to the second floor.

"Artemis, how can it be you?"

Isatia said with a thrilled smile to the woman beside her, as pure as ice and snow.

She was just watching a show replay when suddenly someone came to open her door and tried to cast a spell on her.

Isatia's instinct was to resist the intrusion.

But after sensing each other's magic power, the two witches stopped their hands and recognized each other.

"I didn't expect it was you either, this is so amazing."

The Snow Witch was still somewhat dazed.

How could the expert in Professor Landry's house on the first floor be Isatia?

Then this assassination might very well be a huge misunderstanding!

Regardless, their group was thrilled to find an old friend from the Demon Race after many years of separation, especially right in the heart of the Cerryti Empire. It was definitely something to celebrate.

The forces for assaulting Blood Moon City had just increased.

"I'll take you to meet more friends!"

Isatia was eager to take Artemis to see her sister, brother-in-law, and Sister Xi De, and of course, they could also visit Yabo tomorrow.

The whole Cerryti Empire turned out to be friends!

Isatia even wondered if she had accidentally fallen asleep and was dreaming a beautiful dream where Artemis came to find her at home!

"I too must take you to meet some old friends, they're just upstairs."

The Snow Witch smiled, reassured.

After a century apart, Isatia was still as approachable as ever.

For the Snow Witch, the Second Princess was like an adorable little sister, very friendly to her fellow clan.

They hurried along the second-floor hallway towards the end.

The direction of the master bedroom showed no sign of battle, only some noisy sounds, which relieved both Isatia and Artemis, for it seemed the two parties hadn't come to blows.

Until.

They stood in front of the bedroom door.

The crisp sound left Isatia at the door stunned.

Smack!

Smack!!

Isatia only saw her sister tremble with each slap.

Isatia herself shuddered in fright.

Her sister Talia was being humiliated like this and didn't dare to fight back?

Clearly sensing her sister's fear and pain, even tears at the corner of her eyes, yet unable to struggle at all, as if she had already submitted.