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Chapter 583: The Downfall of a Gentle Land, Second Time Around
Chapter 583: The Downfall of a Gentle Land, Second Time Around
The repeated provocations from the vampire clan made Caliyla feel as if she was being mistaken for an easy target among the demon tribe.
The hardline stance taken by the Fallen Honor made waves among the demons.
The regent's hall was filled with exclamations of shock, bewilderment, and whispered discussions.
Going by the Fallen Honor's attitude, it seemed that even a simple gesture from the Fourth Progenitor, Eduardo, would not let McKasy off the hook so easily.
The demons' gazes shifted between the Fallen Honor, Caliyla, and the Fourth Progenitor, Eduardo, trying to glean more information from their facial expressions and body language. At this moment, it was even harder to discern whether the Fallen Honor was putting on an act or genuinely standing her ground.
After all, only those at the Ninth Tier, like the Fallen Honor, Caliyla, and the Fourth Progenitor, Eduardo, knew the truth about McKasy's actual power level.
Since the vampire messenger had the audacity to directly accuse McKasy of being a Fourth Tier, it was highly likely that McKasy wouldn't be able to withstand Eduardo's attack.
The Fourth Progenitor, Eduardo, wouldn't make such a claim without solid evidence.
However, with so much uncertainty and deception, no demon present could come to a clear conclusion.
They only feared that the Fallen Honor's tough decision would provoke an even stronger reaction from the vampires.
If the Fourth Progenitor were to make a move and a full-blown fight broke out in the palace, despite the protection of the palace's barrier, there would likely be heavy casualties among those present, and it might even lead to the collapse of the peace talks, forcing the demon tribe to join the battle prematurely.
A stalemate ensued between the two Ninth Tiers.
Viscount Giovanni of the vampire clan was unfazed by the oppressive atmosphere created by the gathered demons and the Fallen Honor. Just as he was about to speak again, a hand landed on his shoulder.
"That's enough, Giovanni. Don't make things too difficult for our demon friends."
The one who had remained silent until now, the Tenth Progenitor, Ulysses, finally spoke, his voice as composed and gentle as ever.
But just hearing the humble tone of the ancestral marquis was enough to make the demons in the room feel ill at ease.
His show of weakness was, in fact, a display of absolute strength.
The demons weren't foolish enough to think that the Tenth Progenitor was a peacemaker, trying to smooth things over at this critical juncture.
The Tenth Progenitor, Marquis Ulysses, turned his head to look at the Fourth Progenitor, Duke Eduardo, who was standing in the back row.
"Duke Eduardo, I'm counting on you. I'm ready whenever you are."
He said with a smile.
"..."
Upon hearing this, the Fourth Progenitor, Eduardo, nodded slightly.
"Leave it to me from here."
Originally, the vampire clan had intended to retrieve the princess from the demons without any losses.
But now, it seemed that if they wanted to succeed, they would have to make some sacrifices.
The vampires were not ones to come out on the losing end; they would always take more than they gave.
In that instant, Eduardo's cloudy eyes turned completely red, emitting a dazzling red light, and his body began to crack, revealing a terrifying bloody hue.
Those eyes, like blood-red gems, radiated a startling light, and each crack seemed to speak of the power to destroy everything in its path!
In the blink of an eye, a terrifying amount of magic power converged, and all the demons present realized what was about to happen.
The Fourth Progenitor, Eduardo, was about to cast a self-destruct spell within the Necalis palace!
The Great Demons in the room immediately directed their attacks towards the Fourth Progenitor.
Their eyes reflected anger, solemnity, and fear as they struggled to understand why a vampire progenitor would go as far as to self-destruct within the demon tribe's palace without any warning.
Eduardo's body began to swell, the bloody light becoming ever more dazzling, and the cracks spreading like a spider web across his skin.
The air crackled with the interwoven magic powers of the Great Demons, and light and shadow twisted into a mural of intersecting electric lights on the palace walls. Yet, none of it could touch Eduardo; an invisible force field had formed around him, acting as a barrier that deflected all attacks.
However, it was evident that their attempts to control the Ninth Tier Eduardo were futile.
They couldn't discern the level of this spell, but judging from the power it exuded the moment it gathered, if he were allowed to detonate it, half of the demon king's city, Necalis, would likely be reduced to rubble. Whether anyone other than the Fallen Honor would survive the explosion at its center was uncertain.
A strong tremor shook the entire palace, and Eduardo's body seemed to be reaching its limit, emitting a deafening roar.
It was a sound of anger and a harbinger of destruction.
Eduardo was almost transformed into a massive ball of red light, carrying endless rage and the power to annihilate, ready to spread to every corner of the palace.
Even the Fallen Honor's eyes widened in surprise, never expecting that the Fourth Progenitor, Eduardo, would resort to self-destruction so decisively, and that his self-destruct spell was not an ordinary one but akin to an epic-level spell—the 【Blood Destruction】, a technique belonging to the Sixth Progenitor.
"Stop right there!!"
With that furious shout, Caliyla, the Fallen Honor, finally unleashed her full power.
Her voice was like an invisible wave of magic, sweeping through the space of the regent's hall.
The fiery red light that had been erupting from Eduardo was abruptly halted, frozen in time along with the rest of the hall.
All movement ceased as if everyone present had been turned to stone, including those on the high platform.
Even the Fallen Honor, Caliyla, panted heavily, having just barely managed to deploy her ultimate ability, 'Fallen Land of Gentleness,' at full power to interrupt Eduardo's self-destruction.
As her ultimate innate magic, this ability could ignore any countermeasures, forcibly trapping all targets within a range into an illusion. Moreover, the illusion manifested each target's innermost fragile fantasy, their most irreparable regrets, and their wildest dreams that were destined never to come true in reality.
The only drawback was that this was a large-scale barrier spell that didn't discriminate between friend and foe.
Anyone who managed to break free from the illusion and maintain their sanity would be able to witness the dream of another within a certain distance.
As the caster, Caliyla could also adjust the intensity of the targets' illusions and deduce their deepest wounds and weaknesses to strengthen the effect.
Each time one fell into the illusion, they would fall harder, deeper, and for longer, increasing the likelihood of their soul being completely dissolved within it.
Even after successfully casting this spell, Caliyla showed no signs of relaxation. Instead, beads of sweat formed on her forehead as she struggled to maintain her hold on Eduardo's dream.
As a Ninth Tier entity, she found it challenging to keep the Fourth Progenitor, Eduardo, a master of spellcasting among the vampire sages, under her control.
His magical power and mental attributes were simply too overwhelming.
To ensure that Eduardo remained trapped in the illusion, Caliyla had to expend a massive amount of mental energy every second.
To make matters worse, even if she could keep him under control long enough to inflict severe damage and possibly erase a portion of his soul, it was impossible to annihilate Eduardo, a vampire progenitor with the ability to regenerate, in a short amount of time! If he broke free, he would immediately resume his self-destructive course.
"Why... is Eduardo slightly weaker than I imagined..."
Caliyla muttered to herself, perplexed.
The only silver lining was that the Fourth Progenitor, Eduardo, seemed to be in a slightly weaker state than she had anticipated, as if he were gravely wounded.
However, the thought of a wounded vampire progenitor potentially razing their entire core Demon King's city to the ground filled Caliyla with rage, and she yearned to flay and drink the blood of these despicable and insane vampires.
Her only hope now was for a demon to break free from the full-power 'Land of Gentleness' and quickly come to her aid in dealing with Eduardo! If just two or three powerful demons could emerge, they could seal Eduardo's illusion from the outside!
"Esmod, get out here and help me..."
Caliyla gritted her teeth, straining to maintain the illusion controlling the ticking time bomb that was Eduardo. With half-open eyes, she looked toward Esmod, the True Night Lord, sitting on the side, and whispered.
Among the demons, Esmod, the True Night Lord, was the one whose talent and intellect she trusted the most. In Caliyla's estimation, Esmod was the demon with the highest likelihood of breaking free from the full-power 'Land of Gentleness.'
However.
The Fallen Honor could only see Esmod staring blankly into space, seemingly deeply ensnared by the illusion.
While Esmod could overcome the usual strength of the 'Land of Gentleness,' it was uncertain how long it would take for him to break free from its full power.
"Are you waiting for her, Fallen Honor?"
Suddenly, a voice caused Caliyla's body to tremble.
Startled, she lifted her head.
On the distant seat directly across from her and Princess Hyberrian, a figure casually pointed toward Esmod's direction.
With his legs casually crossed, he seemed to have effortlessly freed himself from the illusion, his blood-red eyes clear and focused.
"I've always wanted to experience the Fallen Honor's legendary 'Land of Gentleness' for myself. As I expected, it has no effect on me whatsoever."
Ulysses, the Tenth Progenitor, smiled with genuine interest.
Hearing Ulysses' calm words, Caliyla's heart sank as if it had fallen into an icy abyss.
(End of Chapter)
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