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Chapter 585: Lanchi's Absolute Territory
Chapter 585: Lanchi's Absolute Territory
Within the Regency Hall of the Royal Palace, large demons stood frozen as statues, with only two figures standing on the long brown carpet before the throne.
It was as if an eternal corridor of history had been carved by the heroes of the demon and vampire clans in the art of the demon world.
"Maccasy, you..."
The Fallen Lord stood on the high platform of the throne, her dull silver irises gradually shimmering with light as she stared at the figure that had awakened first on their demon side.
Originally, due to unknown reasons, the Fourth Progenitor was able to use the Sixth Progenitor's 'Blood Destruction' ability, forcing her to use all her strength and resort to desperate measures to hold off the Fourth Progenitor's self-destruction.
Now, the vampires certainly didn't expect that their demon side also had a demon capable of near immunity to 'The Falling Sweet Dreams'.
"The royal palace barrier can buy us some time! Hurry and wake the other great demons; Lady Midnight can be roused the fastest!"
Falling Lord Kaliella urged Lanchi.
"It may not be fast enough. I'll handle him alone."
Lanchi replied without turning his head.
When he had awakened a moment ago, he had analyzed the situation and tried to wake up the Thunder Lord beside him, but Thunder Lord was deeply entrenched in his slumber. By the time he woke him up, the Tenth Progenitor, Ulysses, would likely have broken through the palace barrier and reached the princess's throne.
This was Lanchi's first encounter with a situation where he had to face a Bishop-level Tier 8 powerhouse alone. It was also the most formidable ultimate battle that could occur in a Tier 7 hellishly difficult shadow world.
Usually, it would take a group of Tier 7 powerhouses working together and executing a well-coordinated strategy to have a chance at victory.
"You can't beat him!"
Falling Lord Kaliella was anxious, as she knew Maccasy's true strength better than anyone. He was only Tier 4, and even if he could tear down the palace at this moment, the Tenth Progenitor could still easily annihilate a non-combatant demon like Maccasy under the sun.
Lanchi paused for a moment, then turned back and added, "Rest assured, within your domain, I've never lost."
Lanchi wanted to ease the Fallen Lord's worries so that she could control the Fourth Progenitor, Eduardo.
He had never caught such a big fish before, and he couldn't let this fresh Tier 9 vampire escape.
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Fallen Lord stared at the confident emerald eyes, not understanding what the Radiant Devil meant.
'The Falling Sweet Dreams' was her proudest ultimate spell and an absolute domain that no one could invade. How could this man in front of her seem to have made this magic his own?
But at this moment, she could only believe in him, or rather, she very much wanted to believe in him! She wanted to see if there truly were others of their clan who could perfectly complement her and make up for the greatest flaw in her magic that affected friend and foe alike.
"Do your best..."
Kaliella suppressed her racing heart and shouted with all her might.
They had to protect the princess. She was not just the last key to their ancestral land, but also a demon whom the Fallen Lord recognized, and most importantly, a bridge to establish communication with the human forces.
If the demons could weather this disaster today, they would spare no effort to go to war with the vampires. At that time, the Fallen Lord herself would go to the Empire of Polante and request an alliance with the humans!
"Oh? How do you plan to deal with me? Although I'm very interested in another contest of art with you, I'm afraid now is not the time."
Marquis Ulysses' eyebrows quirked up slightly as he focused on breaking the barrier, his interest piqued by Lanchi's words.
Marquis Ulysses' heart was filled with gratification.
He possessed the bearing of a conqueror, and this was the source of his pride. He didn't dwell on past wins or losses.
Seeing another epic painting, he not only didn't feel discouraged but also felt indifferent to the fact that the vampires couldn't easily obtain the demon princess. Aside from the absence of defeat and loss, he didn't even feel jealous of Lanchi. All he felt was the satisfaction of having completed his task.
His greatest masterpiece wasn't any one of the paintings he had created, but the true skill he possessed as a painter.
Because he considered himself a peerless painter, he relished the existence of opponents in the world who could bring out his best.
"It's alright. As you wish, we can compare our paintings in another way."
Lanchi stood at a distance from Lady Midnight and began to interfere with her dream, orange semi-transparent light traces appearing between his fingers.
"In your eyes, the painting selection ceremony just now didn't determine a clear winner, did it?"
Lanchi closed his eyes, sensing Lady Midnight's dream.
Awakening oneself was easy, but waking others was difficult. The last time, he had spent several minutes in Superi's dream before he was able to rouse her.
Although it was challenging to fully immerse himself in Lady Midnight's dream while keeping an eye on Ulysses, he managed to find snippets of clues and give her subtle hints to speed up her awakening.
In her dream, Lady Midnight appeared as an exceptionally beautiful girl with white hair and blue eyes. Her face bore no traces of the curse scars left by her research into forbidden magic, and she faced her friend, the Mist Lord, a young demon general with black hair and golden eyes, without hesitation.
"You are right; my unbeaten and unmatched painting skills are my pride. However, you, a mere merchant who cheats and deceives, are not worthy of my attention."
Marquis Ulysses' gaze shifted downward, noticing the magical item in Lanchi's hand, and he momentarily paused in his breaking of the barrier.
This item seemed out of place in this era.
But with the [Blood Creation] ability, which allowed him to bring his paintings to life for a short time, Ulysses was all too aware that Lanchi possessed something similar.
Unfortunately, Ulysses also knew that Lanchi's item, a mix of magic and engineering, was of a similarly low rank to Maccasy's.
He didn't mind giving them a few extra seconds, as he was always interested in discussing art.
Even though he knew this was their tactic to buy time, he was also aware that a few more seconds wouldn't change anything.
"You misunderstand," Lanchi said. "Defeating you directly is all it takes."
As Lanchi finished speaking, the semi-transparent card he threw out was enveloped in a sinister orange mist, like an abyssal omen.
At that same moment, the air in the palace turned oppressively heavy, almost solid, and within the soundproof space, a wailing cry echoed like blood-curdling screams.
Countless ghosts seemed to appear from another dimension, their overlapping figures indistinguishable from one another. Like a choir, their voices blended together, the weight of their song causing even the petrified statues of the demons lost in their beautiful dreams to tremble slightly.
Had they not been entranced, they would have clutched their ears as if struck by lightning, their bodies shaking uncontrollably under the strain of this mental assault beyond their limits.
In the midst of such sweet dreams, enduring this mental torture would taint the very essence of the dream itself.
Lanchi instructed Cat Boss to use [Sound Seal Barrier] to contain the influence of the Inferno Choir's [Melodious Notes] within the central section of the Regency Hall, excluding the areas near the Fourth Progenitor, Eduardo's seat, and the high platform where Falling Lord Kaliella stood.
The wailing pierced the boundaries of reality and nightmare, and the growing volume of the chorus became like sharp daggers, relentlessly stabbing at the eardrums and slicing through the nerves of the demons seated to the left and right, tearing at their bodies even as they enjoyed their dreams.
To Ulysses, however, it was nothing more than annoying background noise.
"What nonsense are you spouting? This is a ridiculous joke," Marquis Ulysses said, momentarily taken aback before bursting into laughter.
Despite their bold words of defeating him, their true intention was clear: to rely on the other great demons and buy time to wake them up.
While the noise from these third-tier summons could slow him down and hasten the demons' awakening, his eighth-tier magic resistance meant that he would only feel pain and not be controlled by it.
There was no chance of victory in a direct confrontation with an eighth-tier opponent; only an eighth-tier could contend with such power.
"Before you became famous as a painter, did you consider a career as a jester?" Ulysses asked, his expression stern. He knew there was no point in prolonging this any further.
In the time they had wasted, he had already moved quite a distance forward.
With just a few more barriers to break through, he would be face-to-face with this Radiant Devil and turn him into a bloody mist.
"Is it that funny?" Lanchi asked with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.
"Enough of this nonsense. I have no interest in dealing with a jester," Marquis Ulysses said, waving his hand dismissively. He pricked his finger with his nail, and his crimson blood took the form of a giant eagle in front of him.
Their previous exchange had made it clear that they were not on the same level, and he saw no need to lower himself to their level and fight personally.
(End of Chapter)
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