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Chapter 586: Ulysses' Heavenly Father
Chapter 586: Ulysses' Heavenly Father
Within the dimly lit palace, Marquis Ulysses' hand cut through the shadows, and drops of scarlet blood connected in the air to form a totem, materializing into a solid form.
It seemed to be a fusion of darkness and light, both an embodiment of art and a harbinger of destruction.
A blood-curdling screech pierced the sky as a giant eagle, its feathers shimmering with a blood-red sheen and eyes like burning jewels, revealed its presence as an Eighth-Rank Bloodkin.
Marquis Ulysses lowered his arm, and the giant eagle took flight, transforming into a blood-red tempest of lightning that swept towards the front.
Although it couldn't quite reach the throne, at this distance, the blood eagle summoned in mid-air could circumvent the layers of barriers and strike at Machiavelli faster than his physical body.
"If you want to be the entertainment, you'd be better off finding a beast as your opponent."
Ulysses said,
"Before it reduces you to a pile of bones, let me see what you're capable of."
With a simple flap of its wings, the crimson eagle stirred up a violent gale, slamming into the barriers in front of Lanchi, sweeping away the dust and smoke that lingered in the palace, and echoing with a thunderous roar.
"..."
Lanchi observed Midnight's dream, carefully awakening her while also lifting his head to look directly at Marquis Ulysses.
"Don't look at me. Your opponent is that beast."
The Tenth Patriarch, Ulysses, gestured for the Eighth-Rank Blood Eagle to continue breaking through the barriers.
Although this blood eagle was far inferior to his physical body, the barriers in front of Lanchi wouldn't hold for much longer.
"Damn it!"
On the high platform of the throne in the distance, Fall clenched his teeth.
The power of the Tenth Patriarch even allowed him to speed up the process of breaking through the barriers. If he truly summoned a massive army, the barriers would collapse even faster!
"Well now, strength is the essence of summoning. With your half-baked determination and painting skills, can you create a summon that surpasses mine?"
The Tenth Patriarch, Ulysses, asked.
"..."
Lanchi remained silent, his hand moved slightly, and he threw out an orange-hued light trail. Its unique texture made it appear both illusory and ethereal, and the flowing patterns on the card seemed to pulse with life, as if hovering at the boundary between substance and non-substance.
The magic card suddenly shone brightly.
As the power was unleashed, its entangled spirals separated, converging into a massive vortex.
The runes surrounding the Regent Hall were distorted, pulled, and even torn apart by this vortex.
The vortex quickly stabilized, and a rift opened at its center, revealing its true form—a gigantic wolf, encircled by crimson runes that resembled temporal fractures. These runes wandered across its deep black physique.
The red markings on its body resembled the power of creation, and each mark pulsed with a shimmering breath, as if connected to another dimension.
Boom!!
The clanging of metal resounded.
The glowing barriers that the blood eagle collided with scattered in all directions, like sparks flying through the air. But before it could completely shatter the barrier, the mysterious behemoth that Lanchi had summoned pounced, its massive jaws opening wide. In an instant, to Fall's astonishment, it devoured the blood-soaked eagle that had been striving to break through the barrier.
The ferocity of the blood eagle and the savagery of the giant wolf reached their pinnacle in this moment, only to be extinguished shortly after, leaving the palace in a brief silence.
As the eagle dissipated, a hint of surprise flickered across Marquis Ulysses' face, while Lanchi remained as calm as ever.
"..."
The Tenth Patriarch, Ulysses, gazed at the epic-sized wolf with a sense of bewilderment.
Unlike the previous hellish ghost, this anomalous wolf possessed a source of magical fluctuations that were intricately intertwined with the Radiance Demon before him. Evidently, its creator was none other than the Radiance Demon standing right in front of him.
His giant eagle, an Eighth-Rank Bloodkin, had been so easily disposed of by the opposing giant wolf. To Ulysses, this was undoubtedly a significant setback.
"Hahahaha! Summoning beasts to fight is truly exhausting. I'd say it's a draw."
Lanchi laughed and exclaimed.
Lanchi's words made Fall's eyelids twitch.
He seemed to be concerned about preserving the Tenth Patriarch Ulysses' face. Not only did he refrain from mocking Ulysses, but he also spoke in a polite manner.
He was truly too gentle.
However, no matter how Kaliyra interpreted it, she felt that Lanchi might also be humiliating the Tenth Patriarch in a subtle yet extreme way.
"With your abilities, you could easily gain recognition as a Greater Demon by using your unique talents and painting skills. Why hide your identity and remain an unknown Greater Demon?"
Marquis Ulysses, the Tenth Patriarch, finally focused his attention on the demon before him and asked,
"No, with your exceptional painting skills and strength, why become a merchant?"
This was far beyond a mere work of art. Just this unreasonable epic-sized wolf was enough for Ulysses to conclude that Machiavelli was not someone to be trifled with.
He quickened the pace of breaking the barriers by half, causing invisible barriers to appear in mid-air like spiderweb cracks on glass, only to shatter soon after.
If this continued, an ominous premonition arose in Ulysses' heart!
"Because I've grown tired of painting."
Lanchi shrugged and replied casually.
He still maintained his calm and collected demeanor.
"Tired... of it?"
The Tenth Patriarch, Ulysses, sounded slightly incredulous.
"Yes, after reaching the pinnacle of painting, one realizes that it's not all that impressive."
Lanchi continued,
"When I was younger, I thought it was pretty good. But one day, I suddenly realized that only world peace is the greatest and most noble pursuit."
"
His lazy and nonchalant tone made it difficult for listeners to discern whether he was joking or had truly attained enlightenment.
"Damn it!"
The Tenth Patriarch, Ulysses, had never encountered an opponent who disdained and mocked his art as this painter did, and he clenched his fists tightly against his chest.
Ulysses' fingers trembled slightly, and his breathing became rapid. As a proud artist, he had never faced such direct disdain and suppression.
But soon, he regained his composure.
The palace's barrier stood between them, allowing his seemingly weaker opponent to remain fearless.
However, an absolute gap could not be bridged by external circumstances.
"Hmph, very well. Let me see just how capable you are to spout such bold words."
Ulysses said as he waved his hand.
After a brief moment of anger, he quickly adjusted his emotions, took a deep breath, and his eyes shone with determination and resolve once more. At this critical juncture, he chose not to retreat but to display his deeper strength!
Marquis Ulysses' fingers danced lightly in the air, and his blood dripped once more. This time, the semi-transparent totem he slowly drew in the air shimmered with an ominous light.
He would summon more creatures to see if that wolf could swallow them all!
"This palace is so dimly lit."
Lanchi said simply, releasing the card that was bursting with scorching orange light, like a holy card bathed in the sun's rays.
Instantly.
A blinding light akin to the sun filled the entire palace.
In the blink of an eye, it transformed into a world of pure white light, as if it were about to burst through the doors of the Regent Hall, coating the corridors of the Nicaulis Palace with a rainbow-like haze.
Before this, the being within Lanchi's shadow, capable of using telekinetic magic, had thoughtfully provided a pair of floating sunglasses to the Fallen behind him.
After briefly closing her eyes, the Fallen slowly opened them again.
Her eyelashes trembled as she couldn't believe that there was a demon in this world who possessed such power to restrain the Blood Clan!
On the battlefield, this guy was practically the Blood Clan's arch-nemesis!
A brilliant orb of light rose within the palace, and under its blessing, the earth itself seemed to warm up.
Marquis Ulysses felt as if his brain was being pierced, as if he were standing in the middle of a noonday sun with day and night flipped upside down!
Marquis Ulysses, who had intended to continue painting, painfully covered his eyes as if they were pierced by a thousand needles, forcing him to interrupt his artwork and stumble back a few steps, losing his balance.
The half-finished Bloodkin he had hastily summoned was also exposed to the sun and tortured by the melody, causing it to let out a mournful cry.
"I disagree! I absolutely disagree! How can a carefree fellow like you be on par with me!"
The Tenth Patriarch, Ulysses, roared in pain amidst the brilliant light.
In the last moment, he saw the great sun and couldn't believe that the Radiant Demon had created a sun with his mortal body.
Marquis Ulysses would rather believe that the light piercing his eyes was just an illusion, but the truth was that his body felt weak, with only a fraction of his strength remaining!
"If you believe that enlightenment and passion alone will bring results, then it's just a sweet dream."
Lanchi sighed,
"When the pursuit of the pinnacle of painting becomes your goal, you fail to realize that the end of any skill is not the mountain peak but an endless ocean, with no end in sight."
"You insult and belittle art! Don't act like you know everything!"
Marquis Ulysses shouted with his eyes closed.
While he was doing his best to break through the barrier, his opponent's casual attitude made it seem like he was just playing along.
"It's precisely because I haven't disgraced art that I'm patiently explaining this to you."
Lanchi continued to observe Midnight's dream, awakening her gently while also speaking to Marquis Ulysses,
"Your anger is a manifestation of your inner turmoil. Don't worry, it's not a big deal if you don't understand. You've already made me quite satisfied."
His tireless teaching tone made the Tenth Patriarch, Ulysses, burn with rage.
In such a situation, he would rather his opponent mock him than hear such considerate consolation.
Ulysses' face twisted with anger, his eyes burning with a fury that seemed capable of incinerating everything, and his body was surrounded by a violent aura of Blood Clan magic, so powerful that it seemed to distort the space around him.
Even in the sunlight, he possessed a strength superior to that of a Seventh-Rank Bloodkin!
"Hahahaha! Hahahaha!"
Marquis Ulysses laughed, his hand covering his forehead, his voice heavy with threat, each breath seeming to expel the anger and resentment within him.
"This is the only princess of your Demon Clan! As long as I continue to stall, her soul will melt away in the gentle fall, and we can see who will have the last laugh!"
Ulysses had figured it out. If he continued like this, he might not be able to stop the Radiant Demon from awakening Midnight.
Machiavelli had a high chance of winning as the defending party.
But Ulysses had immortality, and he could afford to drag this out!
If he became the defender, would Machiavelli be able to hold on, and would the Fallen dare to drag this out as well?
"Fallen, even if the Blood Clan's plan fails, before I leave, I'll make sure your Demon Clan loses the last key to your ancestral land! Machiavelli, how will you win!"
Each of Ulysses' fingers was tightly curled, and the magic in his palm resembled a blood ball about to explode, continuously expanding.
"What if there's one more?"
Lanchi asked, a puzzled expression on his face.
He spread his hands, revealing the last bit of orange light in his palm, as if returning freedom to the petal.
Every time she is called upon to fight, it basically signifies the end.
After all, this is the Fallen's Gentle Abode.
Defeating an opponent does not necessarily mean destroying their physical body.
Perhaps Ulysses has forgotten what it means to have one's Dao Heart shattered in the Fallen's Gentle Abode.
The orange light feathers fluttered, and a fairy-like girl with a floral aura landed within the Demon King's palace.
Her red skirt fell like rose petals, and her graceful figure carried a faint floral fragrance, her eyes sparkling with a smile.
Before the Fallen could react, her heart racing with shock and anger, she stared in astonishment at the angelic face.
"Oh ho ho, I too am of royal bloodline, you know."
The Great Lover covered her mouth with her hand, leaning back slightly, and laughed wantonly.
In that instant, Ulysses felt his heart tremble.
Although he couldn't open his eyes, his magic could sense what was happening.
Machiavelli's final summon—
It was indeed a true Demon King lineage, just like Princess Hyberian, both of them were of royal demon blood!
"Impossible... The intelligence couldn't be wrong. Where did you find a second princess?"
Ulysses trembled, barely able to keep himself upright.
It wasn't just this astonishing fact, but the demonic sound of her voice sent him into a frenzy, his mind clouded as his vision flickered between light and dark, as if stars were exploding in his eyes and his brain was about to split open.
Ulysses was certain that this was a summon created by his opponent, yet it felt like a tangible life form, a masterpiece he could never hope to create!!
"I painted her myself. There's nothing special about royal blood. You just haven't seen how embarrassingly common these princesses can be."
Lanchi shook his head, a slight curve to his lips that hinted at humility, as if he were remembering something that made him want to laugh.
"......?!?"
In this moment, Ulysses felt that there were too many things he couldn't understand.
This felt like the last straw, his eyebrows twisted, his lips began to quiver, and after a moment of silence, his emotions burst forth.
"You fought me just to humiliate me?"
Ulysses covered his chest, his throat burning with a bittersweet taste as he questioned angrily.
"......Of course not."
Lanchi's eyes remained clear and honest.
He blinked, as if asking how he could possibly have any malicious intentions.
But to Ulysses, those pitying and innocent words sounded like they were saying—
You are but a mortal born in an era without me.
"Machiavelli..."
That voice made him feel like his organs were tearing apart.
He rushed forward like a madman, wanting to question Lanchi.
However, before he could reach Lanchi, he froze in place like a stone statue.
Ulysses had fallen into the Fallen's Gentle Abode first.
Within the Fallen's Gentle Abode barrier, with every step one took, they would fall again.
This time, Ulysses could no longer maintain his immaculate heart, as reality turned into a cruel hell for him, freezing his body like a statue.
"This..."
Kaliyra looked at the Radiant Demon's carefree stance.
She didn't understand how he could so effortlessly manipulate her magic.
Poor Marquis Ulysses, his life was ruined by a green tea btch, encountering a powerful demon who toyed with him as she pleased.
From the start, Machiavelli had no intention of destroying Ulysses, the Tenth Patriarch of the Blood Clan, through force. Instead, he chose to break his proud spirit, causing him to fall into an unreal world.
"Ah."
Lanchi sighed regretfully,
"I told you your mindset wasn't ready. Take some time to adjust, the boys will be waiting for you when you get back."
He shook his head, no longer paying attention to the defeated opponent, and walked towards the high platform.
It was time to focus on awakening his great demon friends. They would surely give this Blood Clan Marquis a warm welcome.
Back in the fourth layer of Hellrom Prison, even Selena, the fourth layer prison warden who specialized in illusion magic, didn't dare to play a game with him. Now, he had finally met someone willing to play, and it was indeed exhilarating.
One good thing about the Blood Clan compared to the Askesans was that once they adjusted, they could truly come back.
With the capture of these two Blood Clan Patriarchs, his Blood Clan ecology report would surely be enriched, and Dean Loran's performance evaluation this year would be excellent.
Without further dialogue, the only two conscious demons in the room went about their respective tasks, wrapping up the ending to this soon-to-be-concluded battle.
The long-awaited dawn finally arrived, shining through the sky after the Celestial Canopy barrier was dispelled. The golden sunlight poured into the corridors of the Nicaulis Palace, illuminating the ceiling high above, and casting a brilliant light upon the throne room, bringing back memories of the glory of the demon race millennia ago.
In the throne room, the great demons began to stir and wake up.
All they could see was the silhouette of the Radiant Demon, his figure obscured by the dazzling light.
He stood amidst the radiance, invisible, inaudible, and indescribable, like an angel awakening them and guiding them forth.
"......"
Kaliyra, sitting beside the throne, gazed at the distant figure of the Radiant Demon, her eyes filled with curiosity.
(End of Chapter)
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