Chapter 1 Deep Within Bloodmoon City

The Bloodmoon City was bottomless, with a distorted and deformed void.

A slender figure transformed into a wisp of invisible wind, darting and swirling among the scattered ruins of buildings.

She stepped over the tilted and warped stairs, her toes touching the ground, leaping and maneuvering on the rock walls of the structures.

"Hyperion, be careful. This is the chaotic void zone. The mechanical messenger's vision is limited, and Marquis Ulysses' coordinates are now lost," Abigail's voice directed in her ear.

"Understood."

Hyperion responded briefly and flew forward again.

Now, she had to rely almost entirely on Abigail's map to navigate.

In those few battlefields, at least the enemies were restrained by their own strong combatants, and the mechanical messenger could observe from a safe position.

As for the Tenth Progenitor, Marquis Ulysses, a high-speed moving Rank 8 unit with no one guarding him, the mechanical messenger would be destroyed by the enemy if it got even slightly close.

In the spatial area where Hyperion was, the broken walls and rubble of the buildings were constantly rotating upwards in the blood-colored abyss. The fragments chased and frolicked with each other in mid-air, sometimes drawing close and sometimes separating. The walls and damaged ground were pulled and twisted by an invisible giant hand, wantonly distorting the original vertical lines into bizarre curves, and bending the horizontal plane into an unbelievable slope, shattering her deeply rooted spatial laws.

Ignoring the principles of common sense, the chaotic gravity became an invisible net. Immersed in it, Hyperion felt like she had stepped into a bizarre and strange time tunnel, each step seeming to defy the physical laws of the entire world.

Fortunately, after reaching a higher rank, using flight magic became quite convenient; she only needed to change the card arrangement to use high-speed wind magic or psychokinetic magic.

"Almost four o'clock."

Hyperion glanced at the time and plunged into the boundless crimson mist.

From the start of the second half of the Kretean National Celebration Festival at three o'clock in the afternoon, Emperor St. Baldo the Great's speech, to the appearance of the War Gods and the formal initiation of the blessing, followed by their intrusion into the city hall and fall into this place, the battle had lasted nearly an hour.

The situation was very bad, and time was running out.

If they could not succeed in the limited time, then once the War Gods' blessing ended, the War Gods controlled by Rashaal would inevitably attack Bloodmoon City, and all their companions would face certain death.

The urgency of time made Hyperion accelerate again. The broken walls retreated rapidly, flickering and swaying in the crimson abyss into illusory afterimages. As Hyperion's speed increased, they were left far behind.

"Abigail, how are things on your end?"

Hyperion's agile figure drew a smooth and powerful arc in mid-air, like a unsheathed sword, splitting the thick fog of Bloodmoon City.

"For now, it's okay. The worst situation is in the Extermination Hall where Antanas and the others are. Next, the Fading Hall where Almis is, and Iphathia's Soul Hall are not good either. Tolyado is being greatly slowed down in the Ice Stasis Hall, and he can't cast teleportation magic at all; Farma will immediately control and interrupt him. He can only barely hold Farma back, preventing Farma from going to the Fading Hall to quickly kill the Ice Witch."

Abigail spoke of the battle situation.

The battlefield between the Ice Witch and the Blight Bishop was a contest between two healers. Even if Tolyado went there, he couldn't help the Ice Witch kill the Blight Bishop Netochka, who had too much vitality. But if the Decay Bishop Farma went over, Farma's damage would be enough to cooperate with Netochka to quickly kill the Ice Witch.

"I understand. I'll get to the Abyssal Hall as soon as possible."

Hyperion leaped across the crumbling walls, moving so fast that the mechanical messenger could barely see how she landed. As she spoke, she did a sideways fish-leap, gliding along the slanting, collapsed wall, narrowly brushing past the inverted spire of a tower, skillfully adjusting her direction to avoid the oncoming bricks and stones.

"In about ten minutes, you'll break out of this crimson mist void and see the Abyssal Hall, the lowest terrain to the south."

Abigail's instructions still accompanied Hyperion.

The real difficulty was still to use Hyperion's special abilities to lure away the Rank 8 summoned Blood Serpent left to guard the Abyssal Hall, and find a way to grind it down around the crystal.

Just as Hyperion was speeding through the void of Bloodmoon City, she suddenly seemed to sense something unusual. Her figure suddenly paused, her agile and light posture coming to an abrupt halt, like a cheetah that had smelled danger.

Her eyes sharply scanned her surroundings, her pupils slightly contracting.

"…"

Hyperion quickly adjusted her direction, lightly leaping behind a floating building, perfectly concealing her figure in the shadow cast by the structure.

She leaned against the stone wall, motionless.

After a moment.

At the end of the crimson abyss, a tall and slender figure slowly appeared on the horizon.

The figure gradually enlarged in the blood mist, becoming clearly visible.

It was a young vampire male with short, snow-white hair combed back on one side, the hem of his dark blue formal suit fluttering behind him.

His red eyes were calm and gentle, seeming harmless at first glance, even giving off a warm and friendly feeling.

Alarm bells rang in Hyperion's heart.

She keenly sensed that a terrifyingly powerful force had arrived in the distant sky above her, an almost instinctive intuition.

Even without sticking her head out to look, Hyperion could guess that it must be the Tenth Progenitor, Ulysses.

She had seen this vampire marquis before in the Demon Lord's Castle, Nicalis, in the Shadow World of Bloodmoon Shattered World.

As one of the best among the vampires, the strength of the Tenth Ulysses was so great that only a few Great Demon generals could confront him head-on.

"…"

Abigail stopped communicating, maintaining silence.

She guessed Hyperion's situation.

Hyperion and Ulysses had briefly collided after all.

Abigail secretly rejoiced that Hyperion had sensed the danger in time, avoiding Ulysses' gaze before her reminder.

Hyperion held her breath, suppressing the magic power throughout her body to the extreme, even slowing her breathing to the lowest limit, afraid of leaking even a trace of aura.

"…"

Hyperion was quite confident in her superb concealment abilities. She could even completely erase her presence in front of the Great Demons. Generally speaking, even Rank 8s couldn't easily discover her tracks.

In the distant sky.

Ulysses' course changed subtly.

He stopped, his toe lightly tapping the void, and slowly turned his head, casting his gaze down into the crimson abyss.

The Tenth Progenitor, Marquis Ulysses's mesmerizing red eyes, through layers of buildings and obstacles, were exactly aligned with Hyperion's location.

"If I'm not mistaken, you are Duchess Hyperion, aren't you?"

Ulysses floated motionless in mid-air, penetrating the intricate void of Bloodmoon City, landing directly on Hyperion's cover.

"…"

Hyperion, who had originally thought she could continue to avoid Marquis Ulysses later, felt all the blood in her body freeze in that instant. An unprecedented sense of weightlessness swept through her entire body.

Hyperion didn't understand why her disguise could be seen through by Marquis Ulysses.

Since he could recognize her from so far away, she was probably already exposed to the Tenth Progenitor's mental perception and had nowhere to hide.

"Dear Miss, why hide? Why not show yourself and let me properly admire your beauty?"

Marquis Ulysses stopped in place, the curve of his mouth becoming more and more relaxed, as if waiting for the girl to appear voluntarily.

He didn't exude any magic power around him, merely politely inviting the other party to come out.

Hyperion leaned against the stone wall, trying to calm herself down, her mind racing, thinking about countermeasures to escape.

After a long while.

She took a deep breath.

After repeated weighing, she appeared from behind the building, facing the Tenth Progenitor, Ulysses.

In Hyperion's memory, Ulysses belonged to the vampires with lower combat proclivity, and was also very self-important. Sometimes, if he didn't consider it urgent, he would even say a few words.

Being discovered by Ulysses meant that her plan to go to the Abyssal Hall to steal Mikha'el's crystal was basically ruined. He wouldn't foolishly let her go.

But if she could stall Ulysses now, preventing him from going to other battlefields, it would also be equivalent to achieving a restraining effect.

"Hello, Miss Hyperion. You are more beautiful than in the photos I saw."

At this moment, the vampire progenitor Hyperion was looking at also noticed Hyperion's gaze, and returned a gentle and polite smile.

Unlike other vampire progenitors, he had no dangerous aura at all. His existence itself was like a natural work of art.

"What you saw were just the wanted posters to assassinate me, right?"

Hyperion sneered.

Ulysses wasn't in a hurry to catch her, and she also adhered to the principle of stalling for as long as possible.

"No, I'm not like them."

The Tenth Progenitor, Ulysses, looked at Hyperion as if he had already begun to compose a picture.

Looking towards the void of Bloodmoon City at this moment, he happened to cleverly capture a good angle.

The night sky behind her was shrouded in a strange haze. These faint lights were neither the dimness of the night nor the brightness of the morning, but the light unique to Bloodmoon City.

The contradictory yet harmonious light and shadow rendered the broken buildings in meticulous detail, with the floating stone corridors winding and extending until the tall girl stood at the end of the road.

It seemed she would never be able to leave this Bloodmoon City, only to be trapped in the eternal night, her soul falling into it.

"Why can you see me?"

Hyperion subconsciously resisted Ulysses' gaze.

Back in the Demon Lord's Palace, she hated Ulysses' painting.

But in that situation, there was no need to hide, and she didn't realize that Ulysses had a way to accurately find her.

"Indeed, you can almost erase your aura and magic power. Ordinary Rank 8s simply couldn't find you."

The Tenth Progenitor, Marquis Ulysses, smiled with great interest, returning from his contemplation,

"But liking is a feeling. Relying on inspiration and intuition, I can probably sense that you're nearby."

He slowly explained.

"?"

Hyperion felt a chill run down her spine as she listened to Ulysses' words.

This vampire didn't seem to be joking.

Talia had also said that it was almost impossible to find her based on rational factors like magic power and aura.

So, what could find her was probably some unconventional, emotional factor.

On closer thought, Lanqi could always find her inexplicably.

But Lanqi was her cheat.

And Ulysses was her nemesis.

"Have we met tens of thousands of years ago?"

Ulysses pondered for a moment, as if finding the reason for his liking for this girl in his mind.

Although it was impossible, the girl in front of him reminded him of that flower that had withered many years ago before he could even control it.

If she hadn't died, perhaps ten years later, he would have focused entirely on her during his trip to the Demon Lord's Castle, Nicalis.

"No, you're thinking too much."

Hyperion said decisively, on guard, ready to flee at any moment.

For her, the best situation at the moment was to waste Ulysses' time.

Perhaps tens of thousands of years ago in Bloodmoon Shattered World, when the Witch Miss hadn't died yet, Ulysses had seen her. But at that time, neither the Witch Miss nor Lancloss were nearly strong enough to contend with a vampire marquis like Ulysses. At most, they had only a brief encounter and escaped.

According to the Witch Miss's identity as a demon princess, Ulysses couldn't have attacked them in the Demon World during the time when the North-South Treaty was still in effect.

"Duchess, let me guess what you're thinking."

Ulysses observed Hyperion's expression, revealing a slight smile,

"You want to stall me, preventing me from going to support the Extermination Hall or the command camp that you've secretly stationed on the far west, right?"

He said, as if reading her mind.

"Why don't you be sensible and step aside, pretending you didn't see me?"

Hyperion knew that Ulysses was the kind of opponent like Lanqi who was good at psychological warfare. The more you face such enemies, the less you can show weakness.

Whether Ulysses went to the Extermination Hall or the command camp would be quite deadly.

If the situation was already inferior on multiple fronts and Ulysses cut off communications and then came to reinforce the Extermination Hall, then everything would be over.

Even if Sigrid completed a single-point breakthrough, it would be completely useless and unable to save the overall situation.

"Is it possible that I can handle everything?"

Ulysses stood above the vast darkness, raised his hand and tore through the shadows. Drops of scarlet blood connected into totems in mid-air and burst into reality.

It merged darkness and light, was both the embodiment of art and the harbinger of destruction.

The cry of the crimson giant eagle resounded through the sky, its feathers shining with a blood-colored luster. The eyes of the blood-colored giant bear were like two burning garnet jewels, revealing the pressure of the Rank 8 blood kin.

The Tenth Progenitor, Marquis Ulysses, lowered his arm. The blood eagle flapped its wings and flew high, turning into a blood-red storm of lightning, sweeping westward, while the blood bear also rushed towards the Extermination Hall like a falling star.

Hyperion watched Ulysses' abilities with trembling eyes.

As the supreme artist of the vampires, the Tenth Progenitor's authority, Blood Creation, could temporarily materialize the products of his pen. He could quickly distribute power to powerful summons depending on the situation, making him a quite versatile summoner.

Not only did he leave a Rank 8 giant serpent in the Abyssal Hall, but now he had also dispatched a Rank 8 blood eagle and a Rank 8 giant bear to different directions based on the battlefield situation.

"It's simple. I've already sent a Rank 8 summon to your camp in the west, and sent another summon to the Extermination Hall to help Somorset. What does it matter if I stay here and chat with you?"

Ulysses said leisurely, as if drinking afternoon tea.

He was as polite as ever.

If Hyperion wanted to chat with him more, he had no reason to refuse.

The smile in his eyes seemed to be saying to Hyperion, "What are you afraid of? Of course I'll do what you fear."

He enjoyed tempering the other party from a mental level.

Even her tears were more beautiful than crystals.

"…"

Hyperion's nails dug deeply into her palm, using the pain to stay awake.

Even if the Rank 8 summons Ulysses sent out were only at the most basic Rank 8 level, they would be deadly attacks for Abigail and Barton in the west, and for the three Great Demons facing Marquis Somorset!

"Alright, come a little closer and let me take a good look at you."

The smile in Marquis Ulysses' eyes grew stronger.

He drifted closer to the girl at a leisurely pace, each step like appreciating a wonderful drama.

At this critical moment, Hyperion made up her mind.

She bent her legs slightly, and the magic power strengthening her body surged and gathered within her, ready to be unleashed. In the next second, her figure drew an arc in the air, fleeing rapidly towards the depths of the southern void.

Now, all she could do was continue to restrain Ulysses' main body, approaching the enemy's crystal and figuring out a solution.

Even though Ulysses had divided his strength into three parts for the eagle, bear, and serpent, weakening himself, his main body still had Rank 8 strength. She absolutely couldn't let the highly mobile Ulysses personally go to other battlefields.

"Give up, Miss Hyperion. It's a very happy thing to have hope in your heart, but if hope is shattered, you'll be even more desperate."

The Tenth Progenitor, Marquis Ulysses, accelerated methodically, his eyes carrying a trace of disappointment.

"But that's exactly why destroying you is also a sublime art. I haven't found such a great human in a long time."

He had discovered it the first time he saw Hyperion.

This duchess was as pure as falling snow. If life was a journey, she felt despair, felt loneliness, but could also dispel these emotions. She was dignified, brave, and kind, possessing a beauty worth holding in her hands, an excellent specimen.

If she was completely destroyed from soul to body, it would surely be an unparalleled tragedy, capable of giving him unforgettable emotions.

Western Camp.

The cold wind howled, and Barton outside the camp's barrier was battling a vampire earl.

He had to intercept the attacking vampires and let Abigail continue to build and reinforce the camp.

The vampire earl attacked first, turning into a bolt of black lightning that instantly struck Barton.

Sharp claws gleamed coldly in the moonlight, grabbing fiercely at Barton's throat.

At the critical moment, Barton ducked down, his long sword unsheathed, its blade drawing an arc, pointing straight at the earl's heart.

The earl dodged sideways, his black cloak fluttering, but his chest was cut by the sharp sword.

Enraged, the earl roared, his fists turning into two balls of black flames, howling as they smashed towards Barton.

Barton raised another short sword to block, the blade trembling, sparks flying everywhere.

And not far away, Abigail's camp was still under attack.

The rapidly changing situation made Abigail's face solemn, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

The vampire earl who was attacking the barrier was still manageable.

The problem lay with the Tenth Progenitor, Marquis Ulysses, a bishop-level combatant beyond their expectations.

"Antanas, be careful on your side. A new Rank 8 combat unit is heading your way!"

Abigail issued announcements to her companions without delay.

At this moment, a piercing screech came from the sky. A huge blood-colored eagle sped from the air, opening its sky-wide wings, blotting out the sun.

It swooped down, directly towards Barton, who was fighting fiercely outside the barrier.

In a flash, Barton's long sword slashed at the blood eagle, but the blood eagle was stronger, crashing into Barton regardless, knocking him heavily into a nearby building.

Several buildings connected to the west side of Bloodmoon City collapsed in response, dust flying everywhere.

Barton struggled to climb out of the ruins, spitting out a mouthful of blood, but still stubbornly gripped his short sword.

The crimson giant eagle only flapped its wings simply, bringing up a violent gale, sweeping away the dust and smoke on the ruins, emitting bursts of roaring echoes.

The blood eagle circled, swooping down towards Abigail.

On this end of the battlefield, Abigail's mechanical defenses and camp barrier were established, and countless mechanical parts floated, assembled, and formed a sturdy protective net in the blue light.

The sound of metal colliding and exploding rang out.

As Marquis Ulysses's blood eagle collided, the light of the barrier scattered in the collision, streaks of sparks flashing in the air, and the barrier began to collapse.

Southern Misty Void of Bloodmoon City.

Marquis Ulysses floated in the void, watching the direction where Hyperion was hiding.

"Playing hide-and-seek with you is not without its fun. Keeping you from running around is also part of my duty."

He lightly raised his right hand, gently waving it in the direction of the girl, his voice as smooth as silk.

An invisible telekinetic force enveloped that floating building, shattering it completely in an instant. Hyperion once again transformed into a ghost and escaped, turning transparent in the blink of an eye.

"As for your desire to go to the Abyssal Hall, you're probably thinking too much, Miss."

Marquis Ulysses' voice rang out, like heavenly music, yet filled with an irresistible majesty in his every move.

Taking advantage of the chaos of the void's collapse, Hyperion leaped into the air, flying towards the distant, crumbling floating building complex.

"You can only blame yourself for being too weak. Even if I divide so much power to my summons, you can't fight me."

Ulysses pursued relentlessly, the black tails of his coat like the wings of death.

He looked down at the girl in front of him.

To him, this was probably an interesting game.

He had the patience to block Hyperion here, preventing her from doing anything.

The void within Bloodmoon City was constantly twisting and deforming, and broken buildings fell like meteors in all directions. Hyperion traveled through the ruins, using the chaos of gravity and the cover of the environment to contend with the progenitor behind her.

Hyperion's heartbeat grew faster and faster as Ulysses approached, almost bursting through her chest.

She could feel death approaching her step by step, yet she gritted her teeth and could only fight to the last moment.

"…"

From the battle situation Hyperion could hear intermittently, the command in the western camp was also in chaos after being attacked.

The best situation was currently with Lanqi and Sigrid.

Lanqi had no pressure, but he and Rashaal were stalemated, unable to move.

Sigrid couldn't break through the Seventh Progenitor, Heritier, in a short time and was becoming increasingly anxious.

Among the other battlefields, only Tolyado had slightly less pressure and could cope with his opponent, the Decay Bishop Farma, while ensuring his safety.

The Ice Witch and Iphathia could fall into great danger at any time.

And the worst situation was undoubtedly for Antanas, Sinora, and Pranai in the Extermination Hall. In the vampire's territory, facing Marquis Somorset was already a disadvantage. Now, with the addition of the Rank 8 summoned beast sent by Marquis Ulysses, the barely maintained balance would be completely shattered in an instant.

"Hyperion, run towards Sigrid or Lanqi."

Abigail's communication was already intermittent, with the roaring of the wind and dust from time to time.

She and Barton were probably on the verge of death at any moment.

Hyperion understood what Abigail's sudden, sharp turn in instructions meant.

Now that the western camp was about to fall, Abigail hoped that Hyperion could at least survive. As long as she went to Lanqi and Sigrid, even if everyone else died, Hyperion would still have a chance to live, no matter what.

This made Hyperion feel guilty, almost killing her. Not only had she not helped, but she had also escaped from the camp on her own.

Obviously, Ulysses' Rank 8 summon had arrived at the western siege camp.

Even Barton, the strongest among the Rank 7s, probably couldn't hold out against the Rank 8 summon for long.

"Merojas, lend me your strength!"

Hyperion stared at the most dangerous magic card in her hand.

The only way to rescue Abigail was for her to injure the Tenth Progenitor, Ulysses, or even force Ulysses to put more effort into his main body!

That way, Ulysses wouldn't be able to control the blood eagle to attack Abigail and the others!

But it was precisely at this time.

No matter how she tried, this card would burst into a purple electric cocoon, pushing her away.

Perhaps after the last wrong usage, her body had developed antibody changes. Just trying to use it, her body began to attack the poison of the Profane Lord.

"Damn it, Profane Lord!"

Hyperion's hand felt like it was being fried in oil by this Profane Lord's card.

Or perhaps the will of the ancient Demon Lord residing in the card had decided not to be compatible with her, no longer allowing her to use its power.

Abigail and Barton would die soon.

Once they died, all intelligence and command would be cut off. Then Ulysses would withdraw his summons and regain full strength.

No matter which battlefield she went to, a Rank 8 would be defeated and die.

Whether it was her mother, Iphathia, her teacher, Almis, her friends Antanas, Sinora, Pranai, or other partners, they would be killed one by one by the vampires. No one would be able to escape from this Bloodmoon City.

Now she couldn't even hear Abigail's communication. The damage to the camp's infrastructure must have reached an incalculable degree.

"Hyperion! Can you hear me?"

A new communication connected to her.

"Antanas! Are you guys alright?"

Hyperion asked the other side excitedly.

After the communication on the western camp side was damaged, now she could probably only contact the Extermination Hall to the south, which was closest.

"Quickly use that card, master its power!"

Antanas vaguely implored Hyperion.

Abigail had temporarily lost contact, and only she, Antanas, could find a way to salvage the situation!

Besides the western siege camp, the situation in the Extermination Hall was also bad.

The only solution Antanas could think of was for Hyperion to stall Ulysses.

The west, the southwest, the south, would all be completely defeated in a while!

Antanas and Sinora had personally experienced Hyperion's violence after going completely berserk, which could give her the pure power to contend with Rank 8s in a short time.

"Please, Profane Lord!"

Hyperion gritted her teeth, ignoring the pain in her hand and her body's rejection, wanting to trigger this card, never thinking that she would one day need the Profane Lord's help.

However, even more forceful attempts only caused the card's manic magic power to erupt, blasting her away, her body smashing into a floating island on the side and rolling several times before stopping. At this moment, Ulysses' gaze easily locked onto her again.

The blood gems of the Extermination Hall glowed scarlet, inscribed with the blood and bones of those who had been defeated by the Eighth Progenitor, Marquis Somorset.

The suffocating smell of blood permeated the air.

The ground of the open battlefield in the center of the hall was covered with winding cracks, seeping out scarlet lava that flowed across the ground, and the earth was also trembling for this battle.

"Too weak! All three of you!"

Each of Marquis Somorset's punches contained destructive energy, as if a thousand-pound hammer was砸砸砸 on Sinora's scythe.

Pranai tried to predict Somorset's attack intentions with his magic eyes, giving instructions to Sinora. However, Somorset's speed was too fast, even exceeding the speed of thought. Before Pranai's instructions could keep up, Marquis Somorset lashed out with lightning speed, kicking Sinora away and smashing her into the hall's hard rock wall, rocks exploding and scattering.

Sinora gritted her teeth, her body covered in blood, and stood up, leaning on her scythe. She fully activated her cutting magic, using offense as defense, blocking Marquis Somorset's second approach.

Countless sharp slashes劈劈劈 towards Marquis Somorset, but these attacks were as fragile as paper in front of him, turning into dust in an instant.

Marquis Somorset instantly landed a heavy punch on the barrier shield in front of Sinora,震得 her internal organs were trembling.

Antanas desperately applied support spells from behind, and a light golden light shrouded the injuries of Sinora and Pranai.

The three of them joining forces was so difficult in front of Marquis Somorset.

"You only know how to bully the few with the many."

A mocking smile appeared on Marquis Somorset's cold face.

He knew that victory was in his grasp, and that he only needed to add more effort to completely crush these three ignorant Demon Race remnants.

"When you bully the few with the many, how can you not feel any shame?"

Pranai wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and asked Somorset.

He knew very well that if Marquis Somorset encountered Pope Saint Plante, he would try his best to attack him en masse.

"What's it to you?"

Marquis Somorset's eyes suddenly darkened by half, and he rushed towards Pranai at a terrifying speed.

Sinora took the lead to瞬身 in front of Pranai and fought with Marquis Somorset. The scythe in her hand drew a蓄力 slash arc in the air, trying to counter Marquis Somorset's offensive.

But the power of the Eighth Progenitor, Marquis Somorset, was far beyond what she could resist. Each counterattack and parry made her arm feel like her bones were about to break.

He easily broke through the shield that Antanas had applied and击飞 Sinora once again.

Immediately afterwards, Marquis Somorset easily avoided Pranai's dark abyss smoke and 反手 a punch, smashing Pranai into the hard rock wall. The rock shattered in response, gravel splashed everywhere.

Before Marquis Somorset could pursue Antanas,

Sinora blocked again.

They couldn't make mistakes, but Marquis Somorset could make countless mistakes.

Antanas helplessly watched everything in front of her. She tried her best to protect Sinora and Pranai. Her friend's injury was also pain in her heart.

While Sinora was resisting with difficulty, a deafening roar came from the sky.

The shadows on the ground were also getting bigger and bigger.

The blood-colored giant bear fell from the sky and砸砸砸 into the center of the battlefield of the Extermination Hall.

The earth trembled under the impact of the giant bear.

The three Great Demons looked dazedly at the blood-colored behemoth.

"Ulysses, your summon has come at the right time. Let me quickly get rid of these Demon Race remnants who don't know the immensity of heaven and earth."

When Marquis Somorset saw Ulysses's blood bear, a smile勾起 at the corner of his lips.

The blood bear looked up to the sky and howled. Its huge body横冲直撞 towards Antanas.

"Antanas, run, go to Lanqi or Sigrid!"

Sinora and Pranai immediately felt that the pressure had驟增, and the situation was critical.

The worst situation was nothing more than that they would block Marquis Somorset and the blood bear, and let Antanas live.

"No"

Tears溢出 from the corners of Antanas's eyes.

She felt that both Sinora and Pranai were seriously injured and were about to be unable to heal them.

If she ran, Sinora and Pranai would die.

Even she, who was protected behind, was already covered in bruises and bloodstains.

The power of the Profane Demon Lord was the last hope that Antanas could currently see.

But Hyperion couldn't control the Profane Lord's power.

She didn't know whether Hyperion could still recognize Ulysses as the target after transforming, and whether she could threaten him in a state of madness.

Antanas had seen too many examples of Lanqi affecting his opponents to a state of madness, thereby easily winning.

Even if she didn't care about these, the power of the Profane Lord was as incompatible with Hyperion's body, repelling each other.

Antanas could only see Sinora's and Pranai's injuries increasing irreversibly.

At the same time, on the other side.

"You really have a lot of life-saving magic, but using one means losing one life."

Seeing Hyperion disappear again after the delay of the ice seal, Ulysses leisurely stopped his steps, patrolling in the void as if to see through every inch of corner.

Hyperion held her breath, her nerves strained to the extreme.

"The game should be over, Duchess."

Ulysses' low and magnetic voice suddenly rang in the void, getting closer and closer, making Hyperion hair-raising.

Her heart was about to jump out.

She had already heard the situation on Antanas's side in the Extermination Hall.

After the blood bear joined the battlefield, even through Antanas's communication, she could occasionally hear Sinora and Pranai being重创 again and again.

"Pranai!"

Antanas's voice came to an abrupt end, followed by the blasting sound of rock mountain shattering.

"Antanas, what's wrong with you!"

Hyperion's heart beat so fast that it was about to break.

No matter how she shouted next.

"Buzzing"

She couldn't hear the situation on the Extermination Hall side anymore.

In the sound of Antanas almost disappeared, Hyperion's pupils continued to contract.

This moment was very short and long.

The world seemed to be still.

Anxious tears streamed down Hyperion's cheeks.

Dripping into the bottomless void,激起 a circle of imperceptible ripples.

"Oh, aren't you hiding? Gave up like your friends?"

Ulysses looked at Hyperion, who was full of破绽, and stayed behind the architectural cover. He gradually saw clearly her tearful appearance.

That fragmented look made him extremely satisfied.

Sure enough, her kind and fragile heart was the most worthy thing to process.

"They don't seem to have given up voluntarily."

Ulysses smiled relievedly.

"…"

The blood vessels on Hyperion's forehead gradually trembled.

Bloodmoon, black night, missing father, and targeted again and again.

Everything seemed to be a repeat of yesterday.

Consciousness was constantly shuttle, retreating, until falling, as if the whole body sank into the water, almost suffocating her in the scarlet ocean, surrounded by her memories.

It had always been friends, Antanas and Sinora, who protected her every day.

Now it was her turn to help Antanas and them, but it was futile.

"Dare to hurt my friends"

The appearance of the Great Demons who might阵亡 lingered in her mind.

Making her almost suffocate, nearly mad.

"Ulysses, you must die!"

Anger, pain, hatred. The Demon Race nature that had been suppressed in her blood since childhood finally broke out uncontrollably at this moment.

Along with a rage-filled howl, Hyperion disregarded life and death and poured magic into this magical card of Merojas. Like wrestling with the Profane Lord, she bit her teeth狰狞, and completely integrated this translucent scorpion seal filled with violent magic into her body.

The laughter of the Profane Demon Lord from ancient times seemed to回荡 in this void of失重.

The sky-high purple thunder illuminated everything in this void of black night.

Even the Tenth Progenitor Ulysses couldn't help but lift his hand to block the terrifying spread of poison fog.

When the dark purple thunder and pure white and ethereal mist slowly dissipated.

"…"

A slender figure stood up from the poison fog.

Black hair, thin Demon Race horns, and a scorpion tail that拖 in the ground.

Under the fair skin of the slender neck, purple blood threads like tree branches occasionally wandered by. Her body was being加持 and侵蚀 by violent poison.

The joints of the scorpion tail stood up,釘插 on the building walls, allowing her to maintain absolute balance of重心 at any angle on any terrain.

"You are?"

Ulysses frowned and finally凝重 his eyes a little.

Although the appearance had not changed.

But it was completely different from that duchess just now.

Even the feeling given to the Tenth Progenitor, Marquis Ulysses, was that the duchess and the scorpion demon were completely two creatures.

The scorpion demon suddenly turned her head.

Those violent eyes were fully prepared to寸寸 Ling Chi the vampire progenitor.

The scorpion demon转瞬掠 towards the Tenth Progenitor Ulysses.

Ulysses, who had divided into multi-threaded summons, didn't have time to react, and his head was pierced by the dagger in Hyperion's hand, and he forcibly抓下 a piece of flesh and blood from Ulysses's face with his sharp claws.

"Ahhh! You!"

Ulysses let out a scream and tried his best to pull away.

For a while, he couldn't take care of the summons distributed to the Extermination Hall and the western camp.

No matter what, the duchess's original strength shouldn't have threatened him.

The current opponent had俨然 a terrifying attack power that was enough to threaten the lives of Rank 8s.

"Hehe"

The scorpion demon crushed the eyeball from Ulysses's head. Covered with an exoskeleton, the claws挥手 and threw, the blood stains completely disappeared into the night sky.

"Losing your sobriety, how can you threaten me?"

Ulysses covered his bleeding cheeks, looking at Hyperion, who had been completely transformed, with one eye.

His voice was带的不愿置信.

So ugly,