Chapter 1 In the Chaos of the Collapsing Misty Zone of Blood Moon City's Suspended Architecture

"What I want to say is, Ulysses, you are pathetic."

Hyperion looked at Ulysses mockingly, as if telling him that her life was easy, and she didn't even bother to glance at Ulysses, a piece of dogskin plaster.

Ulysses' chaotic mind could no longer perfectly control the summoned creatures.

"I don't accept it! No one will like you like this! If he likes you like this evil, he won't like the snow-like purity of you. You're lying to me."

Ulysses' face was twisted, his eyes burning with a rage that could burn everything, his body surrounded by vampire magic, so strong that it almost distorted the space around him.

The girl's demon-like appearance could not hide the affectionate look on her face, which already explained everything.

There really was a man who opened her heart.

She didn't seem to be lying.

"If you continue to fight, you invaders will turn from rapid death into chronic death!"

Ulysses used his finger as a brush, but the tip was stained with blood. He waved it wildly in the void, and with each stroke, bursts of flames rose into the air. The scarlet abyss burned fiercely, and in an instant, it engulfed the floating building where Hyperion was.

No one could break the deadlock!

Once the Scorpion-Tailed Demoness, who was holding him back by overdrafting her power, ran out of strength, it would be the time for the collapse to begin again!

The crimson tongues of fire snaked and spread like living things, greedily devouring everything.

In the center of the fire sea, Hyperion rushed forward indifferently, amber mist drifting from the corners of her eyes.

Her steps were like stepping on the edge of a knife, and the raging fire could swallow her at any moment.

As Ulysses prepared to pursue, Hyperion took the lead, transforming into a concealed ink-line phantom at a speed unimaginable to ordinary people, and in the blink of an eye, she approached Ulysses.

Before the Tenth Progenitor Ulysses could react, the scorpion-tailed dagger in Hyperion's hand stabbed straight at his head. The force was so great that it was about to tear off Ulysses' face alive!

Ulysses barely dodged by tilting his head, but Hyperion still cut his cheek again, and blood flowed out immediately.

Hyperion had no intention of stopping.

She grinned, her smile eerie and twisted, her eyes flashing with a terrifying cold light.

Hyperion gripped the ancestral scorpion-tailed dagger and kept stabbing at Ulysses' head. No matter how the blood splattered, it couldn't affect her increasingly frantic eyes.

In the moment of their battle, the collapse of the surrounding buildings intensified. Bursts of roaring came from the void, and rubble and tiles fell like rain, and the raging fire sea would swallow everything at any time.

"You crazy woman!"

A trace of struggle flashed in Ulysses' eyes, and he finally gritted his teeth and the blood energy magic around him surged, and the diffused blood wave slammed towards Hyperion.

He had to temporarily withdraw most of his mind and magic power from the Blood Eagle and Blood Bear, but the blood that had been separated could not be recovered temporarily, and even if he found them, it would not be so fast.

Hyperion was caught off guard and was blown away by this close-range telekinesis, and stopped only after crashing heavily into the distant ruins.

"Protect friends."

Hyperion stood up unsteadily, as if not afraid of the pain.

She locked onto Ulysses' pupils, and only the determination to kill remained.

"Fall down for me! You ugly, dirty thing!"

Ulysses was also caught a little off guard by Hyperion's sudden strengthening.

He was operating on multiple threads, and his main body was too weak to be hit by a duchess like this.

The blood mist around Ulysses surged, and he actually wanted to drive the Blood King Divine Fire Sea he had drawn, turning it into his own power.

Hyperion felt the scorching aura sweeping through the entire Misty Zone, and knew that Ulysses was going to use even more force than before to fight.

"Then let's see who falls first."

Hyperion's eyes were as sharp as knives at this moment. She looked up to the sky and let out a demonic war cry that blasphemed the Qing, and then rushed forward, raising her right hand. Her five fingers were like hooks, and the tips of her fingers flickered with a sharp cold light.

Ulysses was stunned at first when he saw that Hyperion not only wasn't afraid but was attacking again, and then he was furious.

As the dignified Tenth Progenitor, when had he ever been provoked by such an opponent?

Ulysses' scarlet eyes burned with anger, and the Blood King Divine Fire around him surged, turning into a fire snake under his control and sweeping forward, ready to tear the Scorpion-Tailed Demoness in front of him into pieces at any time.

Southwest side of Blood Moon City.

Smoke filled the Extinction Hall, and flames soared into the sky.

Marquis Somerset and the Blood Bear stood proudly in the center of the battlefield.

Every time they attacked, they carried destructive power, tearing the earth and shattering the rocks.

Antanas and Xinora were both seriously injured, and Pranai was buried under the rubble, his life or death unknown.

Just as the three great demons were about to be completely crushed, the Blood-Colored Giant Bear seemed to have its strings cut, its movements became slow and stiff, its huge body swayed, and the ferocity in its eyes gradually dimmed.

It lost its target and stared blankly at its surroundings.

"Ulysses?"

Marquis Somerset noticed the abnormality of the giant bear beside him and turned his head in doubt.

At this critical moment, Antanas didn't know where the willpower came from, and struggled to climb up from the rubble again.

She was covered in blood, gritted her teeth, endured the severe pain, and began to cast healing and shield magic.

In the ruins behind Somerset, Xinora, who was lying on the ground, seriously injured and dying, saw Antanas' actions, and after being treated, felt that the hands and legs with broken bones could move again.

She grabbed the scythe and, taking advantage of Marquis Somerset's preparation to attack Antanas, burst out all her strength and slashed the back of Marquis Somerset with a cold light that could cut off mountains.

The sharp blade roared through the air with a killing intent, cutting Marquis Somerset, causing Somerset to stagger forward a few steps in shock and anger.

"Well done, Xinora."

Pranai, who had appeared at the edge of the battlefield at some point, gently raised his palm.

Black flames surged in the direction Pranai pointed. The next moment, the Extinction Hall began to shake violently, and abyssal fire spewed out from the ground, swirling and intertwining in the air to form a spiral tornado.

"How are you not dead? Didn't I hit you hard enough?"

Marquis Somerset's figure was instantly swallowed by the tumbling black flames. Only Marquis Somerset's roar came from the tornado, and black smoke raged around Marquis Somerset.

"Brother?!"

Xinora looked at the figure.

Originally, she thought that Pranai had almost died in order to help her and Antanas block Somerset's marquis.

Then Xinora was a little angry.

This guy still had something up his sleeve.

He had been using the power of Duke Haigul, using a clone as his first life to fight Somerset.

"It's great that you're okay."

Antanas wiped away her tears with a mix of anger and laughter, and shrouded herself and Xinora in healing spells.

Pranai, who was as good at hiding and running as Hyperion, had unknowingly replaced his main body with a clone during the battle, while the main body was hidden in the dark, waiting for an opportunity to create an opportunity to control Marquis Somerset, so that Antanas and Xinora could seize the time to recover.

Even so, they knew that this battle was still dangerous.

Marquis Somerset's aura was so strong that Antanas felt palpitation, and as long as the Blood-Colored Giant Bear regained its will, the three of them would immediately fall into a life-or-death crisis.

West side temporary camp.

Abigail saw that the Blood-Colored Giant Eagle had lost control, and immediately got up and controlled the mechanical assistant to repair the barrier.

The base was seriously damaged, and she needed to repair it as soon as possible, re-establish contact between her companions, and share the vision information with everyone.

"So dangerous, meow!"

The Cat Boss trembled and crawled out of Abigail's shadow.

Its spells could only protect Abigail a limited number of times. If the Blood-Colored Giant Eagle attacked a few more times, the temporary camp might really be finished.

Barton had now reduced the pressure and was once again focused on fighting the vampire earl.

Although the Blood Eagle had caused him a lot of injuries, he was now more than capable of dealing with the vampire earl, as if he had taken off a weight during training.

In less than a few minutes, Abigail and the mechanical assistant had initially repaired the camp, and the mechanical legion had started automatic reinforcement construction.

"Okay, it's restored."

Abigail pressed the last button and came to the depths of the mechanical camp with the Cat Boss, watching the light curtain projected by the mechanical assistant in front of the workbench.

She looked at the intermittent communication signals, and a trace of surprise appeared in her eyes.

"Meow meow meow? Meow meow meow!"

The Cat Boss leaned on Abigail's shoulder. It knew what Abigail was looking at first.

It was looking at the same place too.

What they cared most about was what happened to Hyperion when the communication was cut off, so that the Blood-Colored Giant Eagle suddenly stopped.

Except for Hyperion's pupils, which were still amber, the rest had become very similar to the girl version of Duke Haigul.

At the same time, she was unusually powerful.

"Are you guys okay? Abigail, Cat Boss."

The moment the communication was restored, Rancy's voice sounded in Abigail and Cat Boss' ears again.

He was still fighting Larschelle while contacting the camp.

The communication was interrupted just now, and Rancy was obviously very anxious, but besides holding Larschelle back and preventing Larschelle from going to other battlefields or triggering the Annihilation Mode, he couldn't go anywhere else to help.

Now the only work he could do was to ensure that Larschelle, the Third Progenitor and the strongest Ninth Order in Blood Moon City, could not exert any effect.

"Yeah, we're fine. I'll share the real-time intelligence with you."

As Abigail spoke, she prioritized giving Rancy the situation captured by the mechanical messenger near Hyperion.

The other battlefields were not much different from before the communication was cut off, she could simply describe it verbally. The biggest changes were undoubtedly on Hyperion's side and the Extinction Hall battlefield.

"I knew why Cat Boss would sing such a happy song. It turns out that Hyperion, you have become so brave."

Rancy's voice was filled with sincere comfort and gentle emotion, as if he was speaking to Hyperion from afar.

"Rancy, do you have any way?"

Abigail looked around at the battle situation on each battlefield, and asked Rancy helplessly.

Although all the places were barely stabilized now, and rescued from the brink of collapse, the burden was now on Hyperion.

This kind of stopgap measure, any place dropping points would still lead to a complete loss.

It seemed that the one most likely to be unable to hold on first was Hyperion, who was fighting overloaded and forcibly blocking the powerful enemy, the Tenth Progenitor Ulysses.

Even if each of the other battlefields could be a little more stable than Hyperion, they were all at a great disadvantage and could not break through the opponent, except for Sigrid.

"I actually thought about the worst situation, letting Talia ignore me and go to support other places, but dealing with Larschelle and supplying Talia with magic at the same time would make me lose the last possibility of defeating Larschelle without considering the risk, and may also allow Larschelle to run to other battlefields. I can't contain him alone. If I have to say, I can only hope that Sigrid will defeat Heredityer first, so that Larschelle will lose the blessing of Blood Moon City for a short time, and I can work with Talia to weaken him, and then liberate Sigrid and Talia, so that they can go to support other battlefields."

Rancy quickly analyzed.

""

Abigail pondered for a moment.

Now it was like walking a tightrope for both sides.

No matter which battlefield had a victory or defeat, it would radiate to the overall situation, causing the balance of victory to tilt rapidly.

It depended on whether Heredityer or Hyperion would fall first.

"No, Hyperion will definitely fall first."

Abigail compared the pictures of the Freezehold and the distorted void in the south.

No matter how she looked at it, Hyperion would not be able to hold on.

Hyperion not only had to hold on until Heredityer fell, but also had to hold on until Sigrid successfully came to support.

"Damn vampires, this is not fair at all."

Abigail said angrily, tears welling up in her eyes.

Heredityer had endless life, and Sigrid could only injure her at most.

And Hyperion would really die.

Gambling with vampires was always the most uneconomical thing.

She didn't want to see Hyperion die. Although they hadn't known each other for a long time, she couldn't accept the ending of Hyperion sacrificing first for those who risked their lives to protect them.

"Try sharing the situation on Hyperion's side with Sigrid."

Rancy remotely reminded Abigail.

His voice also had emotions that he didn't have in the past, which was an undisguised fluctuation, which made him no longer have absolute peace.

"Wouldn't that interfere with Sigrid?"

Abigail asked, but was already doing what Rancy said.

At this time, she would not hesitate, only absolute trust in her companions.

Freezehold.

The air waves from Sigrid's fists and feet shattered the surrounding ice crystals.

"Don't think that this little trick can hold me back."

Sigrid said sternly, her fist wind wrapped in hot air, and blasted towards Heredityer.

Heredityer's figure instantly became virtual and flickered to the other side. Sigrid's fist passed through the afterimage of her body and smashed on the ice, causing ice shards to splash everywhere.

Suddenly, the cold air in the Freezehold began to gather again, trying to freeze Sigrid.

Sigrid slid away smoothly, watching Heredityer's star map surrounding her head, and confirmed that Heredityer had found the best position again in advance.

"Your brute force is meaningless in front of me."

Heredityer waved her staff, and a wall of twilight rose from the ground, blocking Sigrid's pursuit.

Sigrid snorted disdainfully and kicked the magic barrier to pieces.

But Heredityer's figure disappeared again. Her virtualization ability made Sigrid unable to lock on.

Ice pillars stood in the Freezehold, and cold air permeated. The two chased and dodged in this maze constructed of ice.

Sigrid's movements were so swift, but every time it was only a hair's breadth away, Heredityer slipped away from her fingertips, like elusive smoke.

The divination attribute was the rarest and most difficult attribute to deal with. If a bishop-level astrologer simply wanted to hold her back through passive avoidance, it could be said to be too difficult.

The Seventh Progenitor Heredityer appeared and disappeared, and every dodge under the guidance of the star map was just right. The more anxious Sigrid was, the more helpless she was.

From the beginning of the war to the present, the two have formed a stalemate, and neither can do anything to the other.

Sigrid's only advantage was her full state, while Heredityer was consuming magic.

Without special enemy-seeking magic, it was difficult for Sigrid to hit Heredityer, who had not exhausted her magic, if Heredityer had no intention of attacking at all.

The Seventh Progenitor Heredityer cunningly used the characteristics of the Freezehold, coupled with her superb virtualization and prediction abilities, and actually managed to hold Sigrid back here.

If the other battlefields couldn't hold on, it wouldn't make sense for her to defeat Heredityer at that time.

Sigrid looked around, and undercurrents surged under the ice, reflecting the figures of the two.

Although Heredityer was elusive when virtualized, the reflection on the water was real.

Sigrid's mind turned sharply, and she slammed her fist on the ice under her feet!

With a loud bang, the ice shattered in response, and dark currents spewed out.

Sigrid then jumped up and punched with lightning speed, targeting the place where Heredityer's reflection was.

Heredityer's pupils shrank, and the star map warned. She wanted to dodge, but she was a step too late.

Although Sigrid's punch did not hit directly, the strong fist wind was like substance, forcibly dispersing Heredityer's virtual body.

"I really can't underestimate you, Patriarch of the Heavens. If you could get enough faith power, I'm afraid you would have been promoted to the Ninth Order."

Heredityer forced herself to condense her body with a sinking face, consuming a lot of magic.

Sigrid seized this flaw, and with a flash step, rushed in front of Heredityer, her fist as strong as a mountain, and went straight to her face.

Heredityer's figure disappeared again.

Sigrid looked around vigilantly, but saw Heredityer's virtual image appearing in all directions at the same time.

"I really want to call Melogus over to hit you!"

Sigrid roared and broke out with all her strength again, and the surrounding wind surged, smashing all the phantoms to pieces.

If it were replaced by Melogus, who was omnipotent in both physical and magic, he might have some means to hit Heredityer.

This time, Heredityer's virtual image did not disappear, but became clearer and clearer, and the illusion became more real. The Freezehold was transformed into an endless mirror world.

"Give up, Patriarch of the Heavens."

Heredityer's voice came from all directions, full of mockery and disdain,

"If you can catch me by just relying on anger and brute force, then you have to be a ninth-order in the realm of gods."

She continued to tease Sigrid. The remaining magic power was enough for her to hold Sigrid back.

Even if the magic power was consumed too quickly, she had to show Sigrid that she had endless magic power to disturb Sigrid's mind.

Before Sigrid attacked Heredityer again.

Sigrid suddenly stopped and silently listened to the restored communication sound in her ear.

"Sigrid, Hyperion needs you to support her."

Abigail contacted the Patriarch of the Heavens in the Freezehold and asked her to keep it short, and at the same time shared the real-time audio and video of Hyperion's side with Sigrid, so that Sigrid could hear the battle situation on Hyperion's side.

"Hyperion is facing the main body of the Tenth Progenitor Ulysses alone? How can Hyperion win?"

Sigrid murmured, staring blankly at the projected light curtain temporarily dropped by the mechanical messenger.

She had a very clear understanding of Hyperion's strength. Even if Hyperion could overdraft her life and go berserk in a short time, she could never reach the point where she could truly fight the Tenth Progenitor Marquis Ulysses. Hyperion was undoubtedly risking her life every minute and every second to fight Ulysses.

"That's right, the duchess is probably going to die soon. Her death star is shining non-stop."

Heredityer looked up at the sky and said with a smile to Sigrid.

The more anxious Sigrid was, the more she couldn't catch her, and her movements would obviously be wide open. From the beginning, she had been constantly mocking this brute force wolf girl with muscles in her head.

This delaying battle was more about psychology than confrontation.

"!!!"

Sigrid's anger was boiling like lava. Her purple pupils began to be filled with silver, and her body was shining with blazing silver light.

Facing the always elusive Heredityer, she finally reached the limit of her patience.

"Enough, let's end it!"

Sigrid shouted violently, raised her hands high, clasped them into fists, like a heavenly god descending with a hammer of punishment.

The next moment, Sigrid gathered all her anger and power on her fists and slammed them **** on the ice on the ground!

Boom!!!

The Freezehold trembled violently, as if it had suffered a devastating blow.

The ground let out a painful wail, and the ice shattered in response. Spider-web-like cracks spread rapidly from Sigrid as the center to the entire palace.

Heredityer's eyes widened, and she looked at the scene in front of her in disbelief.

She never expected that the berserk Sigrid could shake the entire Freezehold!

But this earth-shattering, as if the entire palace was really shaken by her unparalleled crazy power.

"Are you crazy?! Patriarch of the Heavens!"

Heredityer exclaimed, her voice full of undisguised fear.

Sigrid was no longer attacking her, but began to dismantle the entire Freezehold wholeheartedly.

"I'm going to save my Hyupo! You're not allowed to bully her!"

After saying that, Sigrid raised her fists again and smashed them on the ground.

It was this Freezehold that would restrict her, prevent her from supporting other places, and at the same time give Marquis Heredityer a lot of protection.

Then everything that blocked her way could be destroyed to go straight.

Sigrid seemed to want to pour out all her anger and irritability and destroy all the Freezehold maze in front of her.

Boom!!!

The Freezehold shook violently again, and ice pillars collapsed, and the ice layer shattered into countless pieces.

Violent gusts of wind roared in from the cracks, stirring up countless ice crystals and raging in the palace.

Heredityer's face was pale, and she barely stabilized her figure.

She didn't know why this werewolf suddenly mutated in the direction of berserk, and she couldn't imagine what this werewolf had grown up eating. The power had reached the exaggerated level of moving mountains and seas.

She realized that if this continued, the entire Freezehold might really be torn down.

And without the geographical restrictions, she couldn't stop Sigrid at all.

The silver light around Sigrid became more and more blazing.

Every punch fell with the might of destroying the world, as if to return this world to its original chaos.

Crack! Boom! Creak!

Everywhere in the Freezehold were collapsing ice blocks and shattered walls.

"Stop it!"

Heredityer raised her staff with both hands, and the star map rotated around her. Countless stars flew out from the star map and turned into sharp blades, shooting towards Sigrid. More stars condensed and weaved into a large net, enveloping Sigrid.

Sigrid's fist wind howled, and the air waves surged. The stars were shattered under her fist force and turned into stardust.

Her offensive did not stop. With a flash, she instantly appeared behind Heredityer, and a heavy punch hit her in the back.

Heredityer was shocked and wanted to virtualize again, but found that it was too late.

Her figure turned into green smoke and quickly retreated, widening the distance from Sigrid.

This time, she was brushed by Sigrid's attack, and her figure was also knocked away and smashed on the ice wall.

"Damn wolf."

Heredityer wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and stood up with her staff.

Now, even if she took the risk to take the initiative to attack, she had to stop Sigrid, this lunatic, from continuing to tear down the Freezehold.

In the collapsing suspended ruins of Blood Moon City, the battle between Hyperion and Ulysses continued.

Hyperion's figure flew and moved among the broken walls, so fast that it was almost impossible to see the trajectory.

"Sigrid, thank you."

Hyperion couldn't figure out why the Patriarch of the Heavens would become so violent because she was in danger.

She accidentally heard the situation on Sigrid's side through Abigail's communication.

Hyperion could probably feel that Sigrid cared about her life and death.

Since Sigrid was so desperately trying to speed up and defeat Heredityer, she must not drag Sigrid back and must not lose to Ulysses first.

Hyperion had now completely released the power in her body. She was surrounded by a dark purple mist, and her physical fitness had completely exceeded her original limit.

In order for the overall victory, the Tenth Progenitor Ulysses, even if he took back his mind power from the Blood Bear in the Extinction Hall and the Blood Eagle in the west side camp, could not completely let go of his control of the Blood Snake in the depths of the Gehenna Hall.

The job assigned to him by the Third Progenitor Duke Larschelle and the Seventh Progenitor Heredityer was to guard the Gehenna Hall, and the rest of the work was an extra goal, which could be said to be insignificant compared to guarding the Gehenna Hall.

It was for this reason that Ulysses felt even more annoyed when he couldn't use his full strength.

"I'll see how long you can hold on!"

Ulysses' face was gloomy, and the blood-colored telekinesis around him was surging, cutting off and tearing Hyperion. Every move was ruthless, trying to tear the bold scorpion demon into pieces.

"Hold on until my companions win!"

After seeing Sigrid this time, Hyperion also vaguely felt a sense of disharmony in Sigrid.

Sigrid was secretly kind to her, and Tata told her.

She couldn't say what the reason was.

But even if she put aside everything above, Sigrid also saved her mother and was a benefactor of their family.

If she could really go back alive today, then she would definitely have a good talk with the Patriarch of the Heavens.

Perhaps they could really overcome all the difficulties and be sisters, and the peach blossoms would still laugh in the spring breeze.

Abigail watched the battlefield on both sides in the camp.

"Still not good."

She clenched her fist and slammed the mechanical workbench beside her.

This situation was a gamble for both sides.

Abigail was convinced again that Hyperion's state was killing her, and she couldn't maintain it for too long.

The purple veins under her skin were wandering more and more frequently. Every time they appeared, Hyperion's mouth would overflow with dark-colored poisonous blood.

Most of the injuries on Hyperion's body were not caused by Marquis Ulysses, but by the backlash after her body was corroded by toxins, which was about to cause her body to collapse.

Even if Ulysses' main body was not that strong, his main body still had immortality. All Hyperion could do was hold him back, and there was no possibility of defeating Ulysses.

"How is Sigrid's side?"

Rancy's voice kept in touch with Abigail.

"Your proposal has been effective, but the problem is that Heredityer is a vampire. If she were a human astrologer or a demon astrologer, Sigrid might have defeated her faster. The vampire's body is naturally much higher than other races."

Abigail said resentfully,

"Now it's three to seven, and we're competing for the willpower of Hyperion and Marquis Heredityer."

Abigail's expression became more and more bitter and unbearable.

Hyperion was just a mortal body, while Marquis Heredityer was immortal.

Even if they won, Hyperion was very likely to die.

""

Rancy was silent for a long time.

Abigail couldn't tell what Rancy was feeling at the moment.

She only knew that she hadn't heard Rancy speechless for so long since she came to Blood Moon City.

"Hyperion, you can't die. As long as you hold on for a while, I will definitely lead you to win."

Rancy's voice finally came. He seemed to be sending Hyperion the last communication, as if praying and murmuring to her, and as if making the same and most important promise to her as always.

""

Abigail and Cat Boss quietly watched the battlefield scene. Hyperion should have heard Rancy's self-talk on the screen.

But the determined shallow smile on her face had already made it clear.

She wasn't afraid of death.

"She can't die" was the premise before, because once she died, Duke Larschelle would control Duke Meigaya, and none of them would be able to get to this point in Blood Moon City, and they wouldn't be able to continue fighting the vampires.

Now she was no longer afraid.

Even if she died today, being able to break through Duke Larschelle and Blood Moon City would still be a win for them.

"Hyperion! Don't bet your life! Your victory condition is to come back alive!"

Abigail grabbed the headset, clenched the headset, and ordered loudly in her commander's tone.

Hyperion was fighting Marquis Ulysses desperately in order to protect their camp and the Extinction Hall, and in order to let everyone else win.

She was used to being a director and being arrogant and irritable. At this moment, facing the stage of fate that she couldn't control, she could only feel so helpless.

"Meow"

Cat Boss's eyes were full of tears, staring at the screens of Sigrid and Hyperion.

It was afraid that a victory or defeat would be decided soon.

It couldn't accept the situation that Hyperion would lose first.

At the most critical node to decide the victory or defeat, it couldn't help in any way.

It could only stay in the camp as a fountain commander.

If there was still a chance, it would rather face the danger and go to the front line to help Hyperion.

"Buzz"

Some noise came from the communication channel.

"Wait a minute."

Abigail covered her headset amidst the trembling turmoil on the ground,

"Rancy, are you contacting me with the holy communication magic over there?"

Abigail found that it was not a communication channel, but her super-long-distance communication program 2 was ringing.

If it wasn't Rancy, the only one who had the leisure to communicate in the underground Blood Moon City, it could only be Nicholas, the kestrel of Brilda on the ground.

Until Abigail took out her holy communication magic card and took a look with Cat Boss, they were both shocked.

It turned out that the super-long-distance communication program 9 initiated the communication on the public channel.

"Number nine, what do you want me for?"

No matter what, Abigail still connected to Number Nine's communication.

Number Nine, who had never appeared, might be able to come down to help them now that he took the initiative to contact them.

"Leave it to me."

Number Nine marked a location and was on his way. After a brief explanation, he hung up the communication.

Abigail stared blankly at the coordinates displayed on the public channel.

This was not Brilda City.

But Blood Moon City, which was also underground in Brilda.

She looked towards the southern view provided by the mechanical messenger.

No one had noticed just now that a strange figure flashed past in the shadows on the small map.

Not only did it bypass all the observations of their assault team, but it was also within the blind spot of the vampire's vision.

Now, it was very close to the Gehenna Hall.

"Rancy, there's a strange guy appearing, it seems to be Number Nine, he's also in Blood Moon City."

Abigail urgently contacted Rancy.

Her heart was beating fast.

Now the most comfortable person was Rancy. Only Rancy could spare time to help her analyze the situation.

The situation couldn't withstand any changes!

"Check this guy's current location."

Rancy's voice was also surprised.

Abigail could only try her best to share the situation captured by the mechanical birds with Rancy.

Her brain was a little overclocked.

Originally, Hyperion's side had just withstood the pressure, and the Blood Eagle had just stopped for a while and couldn't continue to attack her camp's barrier and Barton, and now there was another variable with an unknown purpose.

On the screen.

In the ethereal void on the southern side of Blood Moon City, the Gehenna was shrouded in a layer of hazy mist.

Suddenly, a slender and tall figure walked out silently from behind the mist, appearing in this bizarre world like a ghost.

He was tall and strong, and the lines of his muscles were faintly visible under his shirt.

When walking, endless shadows were constantly gathering and clinging behind him, merging with him.

Gradually, his figure was completely hidden in the shadows, seemingly real and illusory, elusive like a ghost.

Only above the sunglasses half-draped on the bridge of his nose, a pair of deep and cold purple pupils shone brightly, like two stars burning in the cold night.

The man stared straight ahead, staring at the bottomless Gehenna.

The next moment, he jumped, and his body instantly rose into the air, like an arrow leaving the string, piercing the dark clouds.

The suspended buildings quickly passed under his feet, and gravity and inertia became decorations here.

As he ran, the strange and changeable scenery of Blood Moon City was also constantly changing, absurd and magnificent.

Slanting and distorted towers, intricate corridors, and scattered stairs all flew past him, like phantoms and afterimages, constantly reorganized.

And his goal was the direction of the Gehenna Hall, the deepest and darkest corner of Blood Moon City.

He concentrated his eyes.

From the moment he appeared, he no longer concealed his speed, and flew over towards the Gehenna Hall in the south!

West side camp.

"I'm grass meow, isn't this Frey?"

Cat Boss saw the figure on the screen clearly, and it couldn't figure out why Frey would appear here!

"Frey"

Rancy was obviously stunned too.

The last time he saw Frey was before going to the Northern Continent. Frey told him at the Ickert Academy that werewolves might like him.

When he returned to the Southern Continent, Frey had disappeared. The Ickert Academy student council members who were familiar with Frey were also briefly investigated by the Hutton Kingdom Security Department.

Even if Rancy and Hyperion inquired again, they could only learn from Student Council President Monastery that Frey might have accepted the graduation topic with a gamble given by Sir Spentos, the Dean of the Knights, and then left.

"This guy is Colonel McRae of the First Gendarmerie Brigade of the Capital Garrison Command."

After thinking about it, Abigail suddenly came to the answer.

She said that she must have seen this man somewhere.

"No no meow, this guy is called Frey, he is Rancy and Hyperion's companion! He is also a top traitor."

Cat Boss shook his head straight.

Thinking about it carefully, Alexia's intersection with Frey was that time in the Shadow World, the Sanctuary Villain Dinner. The two of them had met at that time, and Frey eventually killed the ultimate hunter who destroyed the Saintess.

Since Alexia chose to believe in Rancy, then she also took a gamble and believed in Frey, whom Rancy was convinced of in the Shadow World.

So perhaps after Frey came to the Creete Empire and met Princess Alexia, Alexia decided to hand over the holy communication magic card of Number Nine to him, regarding him as a dangerous companion who might have certain risks!

"Is this man very powerful?"

Abigail looked at the map in shock.

"He and Rancy are Wolong and Phoenix young meow."

Cat Boss felt completely relieved when he saw the long-lost Rancy and Frey appear at the same time.

Blood Mist Void.

The Tenth Progenitor Marquis Ulysses had retrieved more power from the Blood Eagle and Blood Bear, and could easily deal with Hyperion in an instant.

"Hahahaha, is it almost impossible to do it?"

He smiled happily.

Looking at the scorpion-tailed demoness who was constantly coughing up blood and desperately trying to sneak attack, he felt happy.

This battle actually posed no threat to him.

But for the scorpion-tailed demoness, every minute and every second was a torture beyond death, enduring pain and poison.

Seeing her trying so hard, it made him more enjoyable than the clown girl in the circus.

At first, he planned to process the duchess in a more artistic way, but now, he only felt that tearing up and destroying this inferior work that couldn't catch his eye was the thing that could make him happiest.

Suddenly.

The figure of the Tenth Ulysses stopped.

His