NOVPUBMelisa’s breathing at this moment was sometimes weak and sometimes filled with urgency and anxiety.
In her eyes, there was an emotion mixed with despair, pleading, and pain.
The more she talked to the black-haired, green-eyed maiden, the more she felt her brain turning blank.
"..." 𝙣𝒐𝙫𝙥𝙪𝙗.𝙘𝙤𝙢
Lanci had originally planned to try summoning the strongest illusion of the Great Love Poet when he was alone, then spar with her, and if he could win, he might become the new member of the Great Demon Clan before meeting with Hyperion and Antanas.
But now, he encountered a warden who was addicted to the Great Love Poet and was even being forced to summon the illusion of the Great Love Poet.
At the moment, no amount of coaxing seems to appease the warden’s mood, and if he continues to talk or delay with her, she might lose her sanity completely.
"Indeed, the Great Love Poet is a sly one, a perfectly normal warden was turned into this state by her voice."
Lanci sighed internally.
Now, he had no option but to use the "Firat-style Emotion Calming Method" to help Warden Melisa.
And he would only have to hit harder to completely suppress the devilish Great Love Poet with her unorthodox methods.
As Lanci’s battle resolve heightened, the boundary magic power of the negative fifth floor began to surge as if gathering from afar, ready to birth a terrifying illusionary monster.
Warden Melisa was convinced that the black-haired, green-eyed girl had finally started according to her request. Her gaze seemed to find tranquility amid chaos.
At this moment, her entire world revolved around that moment of anticipation and joy.
Even though no new figure appeared in the corridor they were in, the air was filled with a cold and oppressive sensation.
Then, at the end of the corridor, a black mist gradually began to gather, slowly spinning. The black mist spread on the ground like a tide, mysterious and turbid. After a while, a slender figure walked out of its depth, barely visible.
Warden Melisa fixed her gaze on it immediately.
A grey-haired maiden was seen, her hair lightly fluttering, wearing the same mask as the black-haired girl, but her bright smile in her grey figure was completely different.
The captivating blue pupils seemed to scatter flames in the mist, like stars in the abyss, cold yet enchanting, filled with irresistible bewitchment.
The marked lights around the corridor flickered as the illusionary Great Love Poet stepped out, until the black mist around her slowly faded, revealing the demonic figure which resembled a wicked love god.
The figure put forth from the black mist, much like a true Eighth-order great demon was born here.
Generally, the illusory body created by "Hopeless Extinction War" would ignore all disguise magic.
Which means, the original appearance of the black-haired, green-eyed girl should have been grey hair and blue eyes.
But at this moment, Warden Melisa couldn’t care less about these insignificant details.
She didn’t care about what the girl was!
The moment the figure appeared, Warden Melisa, like sight of an angel, charged towards her with her blade.
However.
The moment she was about to touch the illusionary Great Love Poet.
"Thank you, you two fools."
The illusionary Great Love Poet removed her mask, gently exhaling at Warden Melisa as if just a breath away.
Immediately, Warden Melisa’s body tensed up as if electrocuted, gradually bending her waist. Her bones seemed to have melted, unable to stand firmly and she collapsed on the ground.
She remained weakly twitching on the ground, her life hanging by a thread.
Due to some emotion reaching its peak, she had lost all her combat capabilities.
"..."
Seeing Warden Melisa in this state, Lanci couldn’t quite determine how high the emotion amplification rate of the Eighth-order Great Love Poet had adapted to.
Maybe the warden’s brain had gone haywire.
But there shouldn’t be any cerebral hemorrhage. It was difficult to define whether her current state was "good" or "bad".
Even from her expressions, there was a kind of satisfaction as if it didn’t matter if she died as long as she had heard the truth.
No matter what, if she isn’t rushed for treatment promptly, it’s highly likely she’ll still be in mortal danger. Even if she’s rescued, she might suffer from some after-effects.
With her mere sigh being able to instantly kill a seventh-order human expert, she would stand out even among the eighth-order great demon race.
Although Lanci personally believes that the Great Love Poet is the second most useless demon on the "Useless Demons Ranking List", whenever he watches her unpredictable impact on other creatures, he wonders if he should move her down the list, especially this eighth-order version of the Great Love Poet. She actually seems somewhat formidable.
This crossed Lanci’s mind just then.
"Why...are you not afraid of me?"
The demon sound of the phantom Great Love Poet fills the air, expressing her dissatisfaction at the black-haired, green-eyed version of herself unaffected by the demon sound.
She also thinks this guy seems to be considering something quite offensive.
His calm demeanor and his expression, as though he were earnestly calculating whether she or a slug is superior, inexplicably struck her as disrespectful.
"?"
Lanci, puzzled, lifted his head to look at the phantom Great Love Poet.
"I can manipulate your emotions, make you fall willingly for me."
Instead of rushing to kill her opponent, the phantom Great Love Poet provocatively raised her chin.
"If you defeat me, you’ll obtain an exceedingly rare Mark of the Great Demon Clan, but alas, there’s no chance of that happening in this lifetime."
With the confident expression on her face, she genuinely belived that she was the greatest demon in the world.
Lanci chuckled as if amused by her.
"What’s so funny?"
The phantom Great Love Poet noticed that Lanci wasn’t really affected by her Demon Sound.
However, she knew only serene creatures could maintain such a state, suspecting that she had yet to truly stir his emotions.
She clearly understood her personality. Her true self could never resist her amplified emotional manipulation.
"I didn’t laugh."
The black-haired, green-eyed Great Love Poet may have been masked, but you could tell he was struggling not to laugh.
This was the most challenging "try not to laugh" game he’d ever played.
"..."
The phantom Great Love Poet stared at Lanci.
She got a sense of pity from his gaze, as if he was patiently taking her feelings into consideration.
The queer atmosphere left her puzzled. She didn’t understand why her original self behaved so differently.
Based upon the principle of knowing oneself and one’s enemy, she would normally be showering her with taunts by now.
Her nature was to mock adversaries regardless, gloating after the victory, never showing pity right from the start.
Observing the expression of the black-haired, green-eyed girl, the phantom Great Love Poet began to feel that the reason she hadn’t removed her mask to release her demon sound was to avoid laughing rudely and hurting her feelings.
The scorn in her eyes seemed to say - What use is you turning eighth-order when you’re still a vase?
The phantom Great Love Poet was enraged instantly!
No one had dared to insult her like this before!!
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Here are two portraits of the Great Love:
