Chapter 1 The Hall of Regents

Inside the Royal Palace's Hall of Regents, it was filled with statues, the Great Demons all immobilized. Only two figures stood on the brown carpet directly in front of the throne.

It was as if they were within the demonic realm's art, a historical corridor carved with the heroic poems of the demons and the Blood Clan.

"McCarthy, you..."

Duo Luo Qing stood on the high platform of the throne, her dim silver pupils gradually rippling with brilliance as she stared blankly at the first figure to awaken on their demon side.

Originally, because the Fourth Progenitor could use the Sixth Progenitor's [Blood Destruction] ability for unknown reasons, she had to do her best and spare no expense to stall the Fourth Progenitor's self-destruction.

Now, the Blood Clan certainly didn't expect that their demon side also had a demon capable of almost completely resisting [Fallen's Gentle Dreamland]!

"The palace barrier can hold for a little while! Quickly awaken the other Great Demons, and Zhen Ye Qing can wake up the fastest!"

Duo Luo Qing, Kaliella, reminded Lan Qi.

"It may not be in time. I'll deal with him."

Lan Qi said without turning his head.

In the instant he regained consciousness, he analyzed the situation and tried to awaken Lei Ming Qing beside him. However, Lei Ming Qing was deeply trapped in the dream. By the time he woke Lei Ming Qing up, the Tenth Progenitor, Ulysses, would probably have broken through the palace barrier and reached the princess's throne.

This was the first time Lan Qi had encountered a situation where he needed to fight an eighth-level bishop-class powerhouse one-on-one, and it was also the most severe final battle that could occur in a seventh-level hell-difficulty shadow world.

Under normal circumstances, it would require a group of seventh-level powerhouses to cooperate well and follow the special mechanisms to have a chance of winning.

"You can't beat him!"

Duo Luo Qing, Kaliella, was anxious. She knew McCarthy's true strength better than anyone else. He was only at the fourth level. Even if McCarthy could tear down the palace at this moment, the Tenth Progenitor under the sun could easily erase McCarthy, a non-combat demon.

After thinking for a while, Lan Qi still turned his head and added,

"Don't worry, in your domain, I've never lost."

Lan Qi had to reassure Duo Luo Qing so that she could control the Fourth Progenitor, Eduardo.

He had never caught such a big fish before, and he couldn't let the fresh ninth-level Blood Clan escape.

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Duo Luo Qing stared at those confident emerald green eyes, not understanding what this Radiant Devil was talking about.

Fallen's Gentle Dreamland was clearly her ultimate spell and inviolable absolute domain that she was so proud of. How did it feel like this man had already taken this magic as his own?

But at this moment, she could only believe him, or rather, she really wanted to believe him!

She wanted to see if there were really other demons who could cooperate perfectly with her and make up for the biggest flaw in her spell, which was that it didn't distinguish between friend and foe.

"Good luck...!"

Kaliella suppressed her heartbeat and shouted with all her might.

The princess must be protected. She was not only the last key to the ancestral land and a demon recognized by Duo Luo Qing, but also a bridge to establish communication with human forces.

As long as the demons could survive this calamity today, they would spare no expense to start a war with the Blood Clan. At that time, Duo Luo Qing would personally visit the Porant Empire and request an alliance with the human side!

"Oh? How can you deal with me? Although I am very interested in competing with you in painting again, I am afraid that now is not the time."

Marquis Ulysses raised his eyebrows slightly and asked Lan Qi with interest while concentrating on breaking the barrier.

Marquis Ulysses's heart was filled with gratification.

He possessed the demeanor of a hegemon, which was the source of his pride, and he didn't care about the previous wins or losses.

Seeing the epic-level painting, he was not discouraged. Instead, he didn't care that the Blood Clan couldn't easily obtain the demon princess. He didn't feel frustrated or jealous of Lan Qi. All he felt was the satisfaction of completing the task.

His greatest work was not any painting he had created, but his own painting skills.

Because he prided himself on being an unparalleled painter, he liked having opponents in the world who could set him off.

"It's okay. As you wish, we can compete in painting in another way."

Lan Qi stood not far from Zhen Ye Qing and began to interfere with her dream. At the same time, several orange, semi-transparent light marks appeared between his fingers.

"Didn't you think the previous painting selection ceremony was not over yet?"

Lan Qi closed his eyes and sensed Zhen Ye Qing's dream.

It was easy for him to wake up, but it was difficult to wake others up. Last time, he had stayed in Hibernia's dream for several minutes.

Although it was difficult to fully devote himself to Zhen Ye Qing's dream at this time, as he still had to focus on Ulysses in front of him, he could always find some clues in the dream and give Zhen Ye Qing some hints to speed up her awakening.

In the dream, Zhen Ye Qing was an overly beautiful white-haired, blue-eyed girl. Her face did not have the cursed scars left by studying forbidden magic, and she could face her friend, Mist Qing, the black-haired, golden-eyed demon young general, calmly.

"You're right. My invincible painting skills are my pride. But with your kind of deceitful merchant, you can't catch my eye for the time being."

The Tenth Progenitor, Marquis Ulysses's eyes moved down and noticed the magic props in Lan Qi's hand, and he stopped breaking the barrier for a short time.

This didn't seem like a product of this era.

But with the [Blood Creation] ability, which could make his creations materialize for a short time, Ulysses knew very well that the other party also had something similar in his hand.

Unfortunately, Ulysses also knew that the other party's props, which resembled both magical engineering products and paintings, were of the same low level as McCarthy.

He didn't mind giving the other party a few seconds for the time being, because he was always very interested in the topic of art.

Even if he knew that this was the other party's tactic to delay time, he knew even more clearly that giving McCarthy a few more seconds wouldn't change anything.

"You may have misunderstood. I just need to defeat you directly."

Lan Qi's voice fell.

The semi-transparent card that was thrown out was surrounded by a gloomy orange mist, as ominous as the abyss.

At the same time, the air in the palace suddenly became extremely oppressive, almost solidified, and a weeping, blood-curdling wail echoed in the soundproof space.

It was as if countless ghosts from another dimension had appeared, their figures overlapping each other, making it impossible to distinguish individuals. Like a choir, the constantly echoing sound was so heavy that even the stone sculptures of the demons who had fallen into beautiful dreams trembled.

If they hadn't fallen into a beautiful dream, they would have covered their ears as if struck by lightning, trembling and enduring this extreme mental shock.

Undergoing such mental torture during the process of a beautiful dream would taint the dream.

Lan Qi instructed Cat Boss to use [Sound Sealing Barrier] to seal the influence of the Purgatory Choir's [Wonderful Notes] in the central part of the Regency Hall, except for the seats near the Fourth Progenitor, Eduardo, and near Duo Luo Qing, Kaliella, on the throne platform. All others would fall into the sound of purgatory.

The wailing sound pierced through the boundaries of reality and nightmare. The increasingly fierce sound waves were like sharp daggers constantly piercing the eardrums of the demons on the left and right seats, cutting their nerves, and making them enjoy the beautiful dream while their bodies and minds were being torn apart.

But all of this was just a noisy sound to Ulysses.

"What are you saying? What kind of boring joke is this?"

Marquis Ulysses was slightly stunned, and then finally couldn't help but laugh.

The other party was boasting shamelessly, claiming to defeat him, but in the end, he was planning to rely on other Great Demons and do his best to buy time to awaken the Great Demons.

Although the noise from this third-level summon could slow down his movement speed and speed up the demons' awakening from their beautiful dreams, his eighth-level resistance to magic meant that he would only feel pain and would not be controlled by this noise.

Challenging the eighth level head-on to this extent would not have any chance of winning. Only the eighth level could fight against the eighth level.

"Before you became famous as a painter, shouldn't you have been a clown?"

The Tenth Progenitor, Ulysses, looked stern, knowing that there was no need to delay any longer.

In the time they had been messing around, he had moved forward quite a bit.

As long as he broke through a few more layers of barriers, he could reach the Radiant Devil and turn him into blood mist and erase him.

"Is it that funny?"

Lan Qi asked with a smile that was not a smile.

"Enough, I have no interest in dealing with clowns."

Marquis Ulysses waved his hand gently, his fingernails scratching his fingers, and his scarlet blood gradually condensed into a giant eagle in front of him.

The other party's previous attack had already proved that they were not on the same level. He didn't need to lower his status to fight in person at all.