NOVPUBEvery one of Ulysses’s fingers was tightly curled, with the magic power in his palm swelling like a blood sphere about to explode.
"What if there is another one?"
Lanci asked, puzzled.
He spread his hands and tossed out the last streak of orange, as if returning freedom to that petal.
Every time there was a battle, summoning her usually meant it was over.
You see, this is the Fallen Wonderland.
Defeating an opponent doesn’t necessarily mean crushing their body.
Ulysses probably forgot what it means to have a shattered Dao heart in the Fallen Wonderland.
Orange light feathers scattered as a girl who seemed like a celestial spirit among flowers landed gracefully within the Demon King Palace.
Her red dress scattered like rose petals, her figure graceful, with a subtle floral scent and eyes brimming with laughter.
The Fallen Lord hadn’t even had time to feel a surge of angry heartbeats before he gazed in astonishment at that angelic face.
"Ohohoho, I too am of royal blood lineage," said the Great Love Poet, covering her mouth with the back of her hand, slightly leaning back, and laughing carelessly.
At that moment, Ulysses felt his heart tremble fiercely.
Although he couldn’t open his eyes, his magic power could sense it. 𝔫𝖔𝔳𝔭𝔲𝔟.𝖈𝔬𝔪
The last summon of McCarthy—
That was the unmistakable talent of the Demon Royal Family, just like Princess Hyperion, they were both Royal Blood Demons!
"...Impossible, the intelligence can’t be fake, where did you find a second princess?"
Ulysses trembled so hard he could barely stand steady.
It wasn’t just the bizarre reality; that Demon Sound caused him to become frenzied, his consciousness clouded as his vision flickered, like stars bursting in and out before his eyes, his brain nearly splitting apart.
Ulysses was certain this was summon from the opponent’s hand, yet it was like a tangible life, one he could never create, a masterpiece!!
"I painted it, oh, royal blood isn’t all that special; you’ve never seen what a truly disgraceful princess looks like," said Lanci, shaking his head with the corners of his mouth slightly upturned in a modest smile, as if recalling something that made him chuckle uncontrollably.
"...?!?!"
At this moment, Ulysses felt there were too many things he couldn’t understand.
His eyebrows twisted, and the corners of his mouth began to quiver, accompanied by a momentary loss of voice, followed by an uncontrollable emotional outburst.
"You fought me just to humiliate me?" Ulysses clutched his chest, as a sweet soreness surged in his throat, angrily questioning.
"...Of course not," Lanci said, his eyes remaining clear.
He blinked, as if asking the other person how he could have any ill intentions toward him.
However, to Ulysses, that pitying and pure tone sounded like it was telling him—
You are nothing but a common man born in an era without me.
"McCarthy..."
That voice made him feel as if his innards were tearing apart.
He rushed over madly, wanting to confront Lanci.
But before he even reached Lanci, he froze like a sculpture, motionless.
Ulysses had fallen into the [Fallen Wonderland] first.
In the Fallen Wonderland Barrier, every time one crosses a floor tile’s distance, they fall anew.
This time, Ulysses obviously could no longer maintain his immaculate heart; reality had become for him as cruel as hell itself, his figure turned to a motionless statue.
"This..."
Fallen Lord Calila looked at the Radiant Demon’s relaxed posture.
She didn’t understand; this was her own magic, yet another demon was playing with it as if it was his own abode.
Poor Marquis Ulysses, his life was ruined by a green tea, meeting a member of the Great Demon Clan who toyed with him in applause.
From the beginning, McCarthy never intended to destroy Marquis Ulysses, the Tenth Ancestor, through brute force but instead planned to shatter his pride step by step, making him fall into an unreal world.
"Sigh."
Lanci sighed regretfully,
"I told you you weren’t mentally strong enough. Get yourself together, the brothers are waiting for you to come back."
He walked away, hands behind his back, no longer paying attention to the loser, heading for the dais.
It was time to focus on awakening his friends from the Great Demon Clan; the Blood Clan Marquis would naturally be well entertained later.
Back at Herram Prison’s negative fourth floor, even Selena, who specialized in Illusion Techniques and was the Warden of the negative fourth floor, didn’t dare play a round with him; this time finally finding someone willing to play, he was completely satisfied.
One thing Blood Clan was better at than Asksan was that the Blood Clan could really come back after adjustment.
This time, having captured two Ancestors of the Blood Clan, his report on Blood Clan ecology would surely be highlighted with bold strokes; and Dean Loren’s performance this year was assured.
With no further conversation, the only two lucid demons each attended to their duties, wrapping up this battle that was about to conclude.
The long-awaited dawn shafted through the sky after the Canopy Barrier was lifted, casting golden sunlight on the lofty corridors of the Naikarisu royal palace ceiling, the light spreading into the Regency Hall and adding a touch of splendor reminiscent of the Demon Race’s heyday thousands of years ago.
In the throne hall, members of the Great Demon Clan were gradually waking up.
All they saw was the vague silhouette of the Radiant Demon crowned with the sun above them.
His figure, unseen, unheard, and unspoken in the blazing light, was like the angel that had awakened and led them.
"..."
Lord Calila, standing beside the throne, fixed her gaze on the distant figure of the Radiant Demon, her eyes filled with curious luster.
