Chapter 580 Hyperion's Golden Moment
The starlight is projected onto the dome carved by ancient craftsmen, reflecting the immortal crystal chandelier.
The orange light that bloomed from the gradually empty golden cabinet in the Regent's Hall instantly made the entire Regent's Hall silent.
The Fallen Lord Kaliela, who had unsealed the painting from the empty golden cabinet, also had a slightly stiff expression.
【Portrait: On a starry night】
【Type: Artwork】
[Grade: Epic]
[Rank: 1]
[The creatures who appreciate this painting will consume a small amount of physical and mental energy, feel awe for the princess in the portrait, and have a chance to gain a little artistic insight, only once.]
The enthusiasm of the demon nobles was like a flame extinguished by a huge wave.
Silence interwoven with the brilliant and supreme orange magical luster permeated the hall.
This painting cleverly captures a unique and mysterious moment in the demonic world on the morning of an eclipse -
The sky was shrouded in a strange dark light, which was neither the dimness of night nor the brightness of dawn, but a hazy glow in between.
The contradictory yet harmonious light and shadow effects render the square and steps in front of the palace in great detail. The steps extend in a winding manner, guiding the viewer's gaze deeper into the picture.
This was exactly what the princess looked like when she made her public appearance in the demon world a week ago in all her glory.
But she seemed to never get out of this eclipse, and could only be trapped in the eternal night. A feeling of oppression and suffocation came over her, making the demons subconsciously want to look away, but it was difficult to extricate themselves from the painting, as if their souls were about to fall into it.
Obviously, this idea can only come from the tenth ancestor of the blood clan, Marquis Ulysses.
"Epic?"
The demons swallowed their saliva and turned their gaze towards the vampires sitting at the end of the Regent Hall.
The Tenth Ancestor simply placed his hands on his knees and smiled faintly, as if he didn't care about the gazes of these demons.
He looked at the princess a little, as if asking, "Are you satisfied with the painting?" Even though the oppressive feeling of the painting might make the princess feel uncomfortable.
But according to the rules set in advance, its epic level is destined, and the princess cannot openly choose the lower sacred level.
The Fallen Kaliela's expression did not change, but the blood vessels on the back of his hand began to tremble slightly.
The reason why she did not change the princess's choice by her own will was that on the one hand, she wanted to avoid fighting. Even if she chose the simplest fighting, the blood clan might still win. On the other hand, she wanted to give face to her old friend, which was the last dignity of the royal family. Another reason was that she believed in destiny. If the demons wanted to fight against the stronger blood clan, it would be a matter of gambling on the fate of the country.
Finally, the princess chose the painting for some unknown reason.
The blood clan just happened to have the tenth ancestor marquis.
This epic painting is incomparable to any artist in the demon world today.
Whether in terms of completion, drawing speed, or level, they completely crushed Lord Mist and Lord Maya, whom Kaliela believed would win.
His paintings have reached a realm that does not belong to this era, and he deserves the title of the greatest painter in the world.
Sure enough, even fate is on the side of the vampires.
An inexplicable feeling of powerlessness spread in her heart.
This situation made Kaliela feel that in this Blood Moon era favored by the gods, the victory of the demons over the powerful vampires was like a bubble and out of reach.
"Why is it so quiet? Is this a library?"
The vampire viscounts accompanying the vampire delegation couldn't help but tremble their shoulders.
"Don't you have any feelings about Lord Ulises's paintings?"
He looked around the hall, as if he was sneering at the previous arrogance of the demons, and used all his energy to appreciate the paintings of a mere sacred level, but he did not realize that they had already lost miserably.
“…”
Upon hearing this, many demon celebrities looked towards the center of the fan-shaped seats, the area belonging to the vampires, in anger, but were speechless.
Over the years, the demons have long learned to be humble and patient towards the vampires.
This is the bargaining chip for peace.
"Is there no one among you demons who dares to evaluate the work of Marquis Ulises, or are you simply incapable of appreciating paintings of this caliber?"
The fourth ancestor, Duke Eduardo, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke under his gray robe.
The sound was as deep and hoarse as an ancient stone mill.
He needs the demons to show respect to the vampires.
At all times, the demons must not forget their position.
"You old ..."
Lord Orion of the Mist could not stand this kind of humiliation, even though the other party was a ninth-rank vampire duke. He stood up and wanted to scold the other party to restrain himself, but was grabbed by the hand by Lord Esmodesm beside him.
Those dark blue eyes seemed to dim a little, as if they had lost confidence, but they were still rational.
Getting angry at this time would only bring further shame to the demon clan.
Lord Mist Orion thought about it, and his anger seemed to be calmed by Lord Maya, and he finally sat down.
There was silence in the Regent Hall for a long time.
The fourth ancestor, Eduardo, slowly turned his turbid blood-red eyes towards the princess on the throne opposite him, raised his cane and pointed it at her.
What I mean is, if no demon comes to answer, please let Your Highness give a brief comment on Ulises' painting.
This kind of aggressive intimidation finally frightened many demons.
Calliera said nothing, and they dared not say anything.
Without the protection of the Fallen Lord Kaliela, they would be as fragile as ants in front of the fourth ancestor Eduardo, and would not have the life to offend this ninth-level vampire.
Once the princess gave her answer, whether she praised or belittled the painting, it would make the demon clan appear to have been completely defeated.
Praise means surrender, belittlement means loss of composure, and no response means ignorance.
“…”
Lei Mingqing lowered his head and clenched his fists, making a sound of bones cracking.
He had long known that this group of vampires came to the demon world with a condescending attitude.
Ever since the signing of the "North-South Contract", the demons have never really raised their heads in front of the vampires. Now even the vampire viscount dares to laugh at them.
"It's called [On a Night When the Stars Fall]. The sky of the demon world is shrouded in a strange dark light, as if the night has not completely faded but there is a dawn that will never come. In this mysterious and contradictory light and shadow, the square in front of the palace has steps spreading out. The gorgeous princess slowly walks down, her long silver hair falls naturally, softly covering her light blue dress. There are no stars in the night sky, and the real star is her."
A sudden clear voice echoed in the silent Regency Hall. Lei Mingqing followed the source of the voice in a daze, looking at the calm and composed glowing demon beside him.
McCarthy spoke up.
"She has a peerless beauty that I can never forget after seeing her once. Her eyes are clear and proud, like the most beautiful amber in the world. Whether it is sorrow or joy, with a hint of happiness or regret, it will touch the heart of the viewer. It may be the lingering short song of summer, the rustling mountain breeze of autumn, or the ever-changing starry sky. With just one glance, her figure will remain in my mind."
Lanqi looked at this epic painting and narrated it like reciting a poem.
Upon hearing this, the fourth ancestor Eduardo temporarily retracted his staff.
He glanced at Lanqi one more time.
He has the tolerance of a winner.
It seems that there is no need to use the second plan today.
You can take away the last princess of the demon clan and turn her into a pitiful plaything of the vampire clan.
Lanqi's on-the-spot evaluation made all the demons present breathe a sigh of relief.
"As expected of Mr. McCarthy."
"His words were full of sincere praise, but he directed all his praise at the princess."
"By the way, isn't his praise a bit too much...?"
The faint sound of whispers resurfaced, and the expressions of many of the demon nobles also relaxed slightly.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
Only Hyperion could no longer hold back after hearing what Lanci said.
"I'm not as beautiful as you say..."
Hyperion clutched her skirt, muttering in an inaudible voice, her heart beating wildly.
She took a deep breath, knowing that she couldn't panic in front of Lanqi at this time, and used her skilled spy skills to calm down.
At this time, the Fallen Lord Kaliela beside the throne had been quiet for a long time.
Since the hall suddenly fell silent, it was as if she was finally tired.
What good is it to avoid the humiliation after defeat? What cannot be changed is the outcome of defeat.
Today, in order to continue waiting for the opportunity, the demons lost the princess according to the rules. What will they lose next time?
"Qiuluo Qing, there is another painting."
Hyperion's command sounded in Calliela's ears.
“Your Highness…”
Kaliera glanced to the side, only to see that the princess was even more indifferent than she was.
Only at this moment, the princess's attitude seemed to firmly believe that the demons had not lost.
The princess was very brave, braver than she thought. At this moment, she was the most determined demon.
Originally, Kaliela thought that this was a useless princess, but now she began to feel that she had misjudged her. This witch had the aura of a great leader worthy of the position of a demon princess.
"Okay, I'll accompany you the last time."
Lord of the Fallen Kaliela nodded and responded.
As the host, she naturally has the obligation to complete the process.
Even if there is only the last sealed painting in the golden cabinet at this moment, the probability of the demons losing the princess is not zero.
"Is it necessary to humiliate yourself, Calliela?"
The fourth ancestor, Duke Eduardo, looked at the Fallen Lord who was moving again in front of the throne and asked while leaning on his cane.
This painting, placed at the bottom of the golden cabinet, was submitted even earlier than the painting of the tenth ancestor, Marquis Ulysses. It is most likely a perfunctory work similar to that of Lord Lei Ming.
"The ancient legendary craftsman of the demon world has already lost, and it is impossible to find a great demon clan with stronger artistic attainments than Maye Qing in the current demon world. If you say that the demon clan still has a one in ten thousand chance of struggling, it is too optimistic."
The accompanying vampire viscount couldn't help but shake his head and said.
The interwoven magical light gradually faded, leaving only the bright and only orange light of the Tenth Ancestor [On a Night When the Stars Fall], like a lone star singing alone.
The sounds from the seats of the demon nobles seemed to be quietly suppressed by an invisible hand, causing the entire Regent Hall to fall into an almost solemn silence.
The once subtle whispers completely disappeared at this moment, and even the air between the originally proud Lord Misty and Lord Maya was almost frozen.
Many demons were unwilling to look at the golden cabinet anymore, waiting for the laughter of the blood clan that would represent the end of everything.
Kaliera used magic to pull up the painting that had been put into the golden cabinet earlier than Ulysses, the tenth ancestor of the vampire clan.
At this moment, Zhuiluo Qing seemed to sense something, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and hope seemed to be rekindled in her eyes.
A fiery orange light suddenly burst out from the golden cabinet! ! The light spots flowed in all directions, forming a golden totem in the air. The light mist immediately spread in all directions like a blessing, covering the entire hall in an instant, awakening the dim eyes of the demons covered by dark clouds.
I saw in the painting——
From a distance, you can see ripples on the winding canal, reflecting the setting sun.
The sunset glow in the sky became the background color.
The girl in the painting, her face, lights up the world.
On her cheeks and behind her is a sky mixed with pink and orange. The autumn water is rippling and radiant. Even without the light, one can see her radiant beauty. In the golden hour that belongs to her, time seems to have stopped for her.
[Portrait: Her Golden Moment]
【Type: Artwork】
[Grade: Epic]
[Rank: 1]
[The creatures who appreciate this painting will recover a small amount of mental and physical strength, and their trust in the girl in the portrait will increase. There is a chance that the upper limit of the magic attribute will be permanently increased slightly, only once. ]
At this moment, without any comment, the demons went from being dumbfounded to standing up and cheering in just one second!
Even Kaliela smiled with relief.
“Who drew this?”
The demons stood excitedly, looking around the Regent Hall, searching for the figure of their creator.
However.
When they followed the princess's gaze.
All the answers have been revealed——
The mysterious rich businessman.
With the princess.
Looking at each other from a distance.
The world around them seemed to disappear, leaving only the two of them.
Immerse yourself in this beautiful and timeless moment.
I have typed more than 10,000 words and I am dizzy from exhaustion (End of this chapter)