NOVPUBOn the negative fifth floor of the Herram Prison, the grey-haired beauty emitted black mist from her body, like a sweeping thunderstorm, every note she sent out held invisible power.
There she stood, her eerie eighth-order presence was enough to make any living creature shiver.
The seventh-order warden lying on the ground was the best proof of her danger.
Her dark blue eyes were sharp and profound, her figure exuded supreme authority and elegance, as if she could see through everything.
However, the figure with black hair and green eyes standing in the distance always remained calm. Her eyes were clear, and it’s as if the troubles and pressures of the entire world could not touch her.
"You...know that the regular way won’t defeat me, so you try to pretend to be a different personality, right?"
The Phantom Great Love Poet pondered for a moment, seeming to have found the answer, a spark of surprise flashing in her eyes.
The other party didn’t show any emotional fluctuations because of her at first, it was her who was angered by the other’s reaction. It was obviously the other’s strategy.
They were demons of the same type, compared to force, there were more ways to defeat an enemy using a heart technique and words.
"It’s brave, but sometimes courage isn’t enough to change fate."
The grey-haired beauty bent slightly, a playful smile appeared on her lips.
"..."
The dark-haired green-eyed figure didn’t say anything.
After all, Lan Fu has worked hard for him all these years, even if it was a phantom of Lan Fu, she hadn’t attacked for a while, he himself felt uncomfortable treating her as an enemy to beat up.
"Haha, look at your ridiculous attempts. Do you really think you have a chance? Too naive!"
The Great Love Poet of the Phantom crossed her arms, showing no intention of taking action.
Even with her eighth-order, her power and magic level might not necessarily win over a fifth-order combat profession.
But with her words, even an eighth-order enemy would find it hard to resist.
Let alone a first-order of herself.
"So how are you going to win?"
Lanci asked the Phantom Great Love Poet who did not take action, therefore he asked helplessly.
"Do you know, when your happiness reaches thousands of times, you can no longer tell the difference between pain and happiness, and I can make you experience it repeatedly, until death. Even if you die in my hands, you will sincerely thank me and fall in love with me."
The grey-haired beauty’s fingers danced through her soft hair on her shoulder, speaking with surety.
"Don’t you think I can only amplify your emotions through the voice but can’t actively provoke your desires? This is the absolute gap between the eighth-order and the first-order."
"Really? Can you?"
Lanci asked in both curiosity and surprise.
"…"
The Phantom Great Love Poet felt that she was being looked down upon.
"Hehe, you just keep pretending, you weak first-order demon. No matter how calm you are now, the more pleasing your voice will sound when you beg later. I will find various ways to make you cry and beg me, I will play you to ruin."
The Grey-haired beauty’s eyes gradually became cold. She didn’t want to continue playing with him.
She lifted her finger, pointing at him, as if an invisible magic power had enveloped their surroundings.
"Go crazy, foolish being."
Her words fell, accompanied by a surge of dangerous aura.
As soon as she uses this magic, not just emotions, even the deepest desires would be stimulated!
However.
A second passed.
Two seconds passed.
Five seconds passed.
Nothing happened in the corridor.
"…"
Lanci was still looking at the Phantom Great Love Poet like she was a fool.
This made the Phantom Great Love Poet froze.
She looked at her own fingers, confirming that there was no mistake in the spell, and then she used it again on the other, who was still unmoved.
"Why aren’t you going crazy? You, don’t you have any desires?"
The Phantom Great Love Poet screamed, she didn’t understand why her desire stimulation did not have an effect on the other.
Clearly she would have emotional ups and downs due to the other’s reaction, but the other’s nerves were like steel, completely immovable!
"There might be some, but not many, at least you can’t affect me."
The dark-haired, green-eyed girl took a deep breath, calmly gazing at the Phantom Great Love Poet despite her patience, giving her an explanation.
"What kind of monster are you?"
The Phantom Great Love Poet slowly realized that something was wrong and she knew very clearly if it was her first-order self, she would definitely be caught.
It was almost as if some nameless entity was controlling her real body!
"I’m a human, no one can take away my human status."
Lanci answered.
"A human? Is your current will that of a devoted female monk or a priest, so you can barely resist my charm?"
The Phantom Great Love Poet knew that even if a human could work with her real self, she would have to have a very high willpower.
Otherwise, her body alone would be enough to turn them into puppets, manipulate their will, and completely enslave them.
"Firstly, I am a man, secondly, I am not part of the clergy, and furthermore, do you call this charm? Every time I see you speaking with that look on your face I am curious as to why the old woman is pretending to be so innocent..."
Lanci seemed to be unable to hold back his laughter anymore.
At least the Great Love Poet was not capable of making him laugh, but the eighth-order Phantom Great Love Poet was able to do so. Lanci had to admit that she was somewhat impressive.
"...?"
The Phantom Great Love Poet was stunned on the spot, not knowing what the other meant, but only feeling the ultimate insult.
What’s an old woman?
Why can’t she even charm a man?
Does the other party truly look down on her, an eighth-order member of the Demon Race?
"You! I will punch you to the ground today and make you my slave!"
The Phantom Great Love Poet was angry and screamed.
Her proudest and most potent ability did not take effect, she had to use her fists and feet to conquer the enemy, which was unheard of!
"I’ll ruin you!"
The Phantom Great Love Poet couldn’t suppress the hatred in her eyes. Her black jade-like fingertips glittered coldly tracing a curve in the air, aiming at the dark-haired green-eyed figure’s neck from a distance.
Her ghastly voice was soft but cold, echoing in the vast maze, her eyes glittered with a bloodthirsty light that made one’s hair stand on end, declaring to the world her eagerness for the imminent torture.
Just as the grey-haired, blue-eyed Great Love Poet’s actions were swift like lightning, so fast that one could hardly catch up.
At that moment, Lanci had a half-transparent orange magic card in his hand, the unstable surface of the card was slightly trembling, as if it existed in a different frequency space from this world.
"Lan Fu, doing this, makes me so sad."
No one knew what expression was under that face mask, at least from the look in his eyes, he really didn’t want to personally defeat the Great Love Poet.
