Chapter 585 Lanqi's Absolute Domain

The regent hall of the royal palace was filled with motionless statues of great demons, with only two figures standing on the brown carpet directly in front of the throne.

It was as if it was a historical corridor carved by the heroic poems of the demons and vampires that had never disappeared in the art of the demon world.

"McCarthy, you..."

Zhuiluo Qing stood on the throne platform, her dull silver pupils gradually began to gleam as she stared blankly at the figure of the demon clan who had awakened first.

Originally, due to unknown reasons, the Fourth Ancestor was able to use the Sixth Ancestor's [Blood Destruction] power, so she had to use all her strength at all costs to delay the Fourth Ancestor's self-destruction.

Now the vampires certainly didn’t expect that there were also demons in their demon clan that were almost immune to [Falling in the Land of Tenderness]!

"The palace barrier can hold us back for a little while longer! Go wake up the other great demons, Maye Qing will wake up the fastest!"

Lord of the Fallen Kaliela reminded Lanqi.

"It may not be in time, I will deal with him."

Lanqi said without turning his head.

The moment he woke up, he analyzed the situation and tried to wake up Lord Lei Ming beside him. However, Lord Lei Ming was deep in the dream. By the time he woke him up, the tenth ancestor Ulysses had probably broken the palace barrier and walked to the princess' throne.

This was the first time that Lanqi had to fight against a powerful eighth-order bishop-level warrior. It was also the worst ultimate battle that could possibly occur in a seventh-order hell-level shadow world.

Under normal circumstances, it would take a group of level seven warriors to cooperate well in team battles and use special mechanisms to have a chance of winning.

"You can't beat him!"

Lord of the Fallen, Kaliela, was extremely 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 Ancestor under the sun could easily wipe out a non-combat demon like McCarthy.

After thinking for a while, Lanqi turned back and added: "Don't worry, I have never lost in your field."

For the time being, Lanqi still had to reassure Lord Fallen and control the fourth ancestor Eduardo.

He had never caught such a big fish before, and he couldn't let the fresh ninth-level vampire get away.

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Falling Lord stared at the confident emerald eyes, not understanding what the glowing demon meant.

The Land of Falling Gentleness was clearly the ultimate spell and the absolute inviolable territory that she was proud of. Why did it feel like the man in front of her had already regarded 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 other members of her race who could cooperate with her perfectly and make up for the biggest flaw of her magic that did not distinguish between friend and foe.

"Come on...!"

Kaliela held back her heartbeat and shouted with all her might.

The princess must be saved, for she is not only the last key to the ancestral land, she is also a demon recognized by her Lord of the Fallen, and she can also establish a bridge of communication with human forces.

As long as the demons can survive this disaster today, they will go to war with the blood clan at all costs. At that time, she, the Fallen Lord, will personally go to the Polant Empire to request an alliance with humans!

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

Marquis Ulysses raised his eyebrows slightly, and while concentrating on breaking the barrier, he asked Lanqi with interest.

Marquis Ulises was filled with joy.

He has the demeanor of a dominant, which is the source of his pride, and he doesn't care about previous wins or losses.

Seeing the paintings of the same epic level, he was not discouraged. Instead, he didn't care that their blood clan couldn't easily get the demon princess. Not to mention the frustration and loss, he didn't even feel jealous of Lanqi. He just felt the satisfaction of completing the task.

His greatest work is not any painting he created, but his own true painting skills.

Because he considers himself an unparalleled painter, he would like to have a rival in the world who can bring out his best.

"It's okay. If you wish, we can compare the drawings in another way."

Lanqi stood not far from Mayako and began to interfere with her dreams. At the same time, several orange translucent light marks appeared between his fingers.

"In your opinion, the painting selection ceremony just now has not yet been decided, right?"

Lanqi closed his eyes and sensed Mayeqing's dream.

It's easy to wake up yourself, but difficult to wake others up. The last time I woke Hyperion up, she was in a dream for several minutes.

Although it was difficult to immerse himself in Maye Qing's dream at this time, he also had to focus on Ulysses in front of him, but piece by piece, he could always find some clues in the dream and give Maye Qing some hints to speed up her awakening.

In the dream, Maye-chan is an overly beautiful girl with white hair and blue eyes. There are no curse scars on her face left by studying forbidden spells. She can face her good friend Miwu-chan, the young demon general with black hair and golden eyes, with ease.

"You are right. Your unbeatable painting skills are my pride. But for a businessman like you who deceives the world and steals your reputation, I cannot accept your work for the time being."

The tenth ancestor, Marquis Ulysses, lowered his gaze and noticed the magic item in Lanqi's hand, and briefly stopped breaking the barrier.

This doesn't seem to be a product of this era.

But possessing the power of [Blood Creation], which can make the products he draws materialize in a short period of time, Ulises knew very well that the other party had a similar thing in his hand.

Unfortunately, Ulysses also knew that the opponent's props, which looked like both a product of magic engineering and a painting, were of the same low rank as McCarthy's.

He didn't mind giving the other person a few seconds. After all, he was always interested in the topic of art.

Even though he knew that this was a strategy of the other party to delay time, he knew even more clearly that delaying McCarthy for a few more seconds would not change anything.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

"You may have misunderstood. I can just defeat you."

Lanqi's words fell.

The translucent card that was thrown 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 and almost solidified, and a shrill wailing like weeping blood and wailing echoed in the sound-enclosed space.

Countless ghosts appeared as if they had come from another dimension. Their figures overlapped and it was impossible to distinguish each individual one. Like a choir, their constantly echoing voices were so heavy that the stone sculptures transformed from the demons who were in a sweet dream began to tremble slightly.

If they were not in a sweet dream, they would have covered their ears as if they were struck by lightning, and trembled all over to endure this mental shock that was beyond their limit.

If you endure such mental torture during a beautiful dream, the dream will be distorted.

Lanqi instructed Boss Cat to use the [Sound Sealing Barrier] to seal the influence of the Purgatory Choir's [Beautiful Notes] in the Regent Hall. Except for the middle part of the front and back ends, the seats near the fourth ancestor Eduardo and the area near the Fallen Lord Kaliela on the throne platform would all be trapped in the sound of Purgatory.

The wailing sound pierced the boundary between reality and nightmare. The increasingly intense sound waves were like sharp daggers that constantly pierced the eardrums of the demons sitting on the left and right, cutting their nerves, making them enjoy their sweet dreams while their bodies and minds were torn apart.

And all this was just noise in Ulises' ears.

"What are you talking about? Is this some kind of ridiculous joke?"

Marquis Ulysses was stunned for a moment, then he finally couldn't help laughing.

The other party boasted that he would defeat him, but in the final analysis he still planned to rely on other great demons and try his best to buy time to wake up the great demons.

Although the noise made by this third-level summoned creature could slow down his movements and speed up the speed at which the demons woke up from their sweet dreams, he had an eighth-level magic resistance, so apart from feeling pain, he would not be controlled by the noise.

There would be no chance of winning if you challenge the Eighth Order head-on at this level. Only the Eighth Order can fight against the Eighth Order.

"Before you became famous as a painter, you should have been a clown."

The tenth ancestor Ulysses looked stern, knowing that there was no need to drag on with the other party any longer.

While they were struggling for a while, he walked forward quite a distance.

As long as he could break a few more layers of the barrier, he would be able to reach the glowing demon and kill it by turning it into blood mist.

"Is it that funny?"

Lanqi asked with a smile.

"That's enough. I have no interest in dealing with clowns."

Marquis Ulysses waved his hand lightly, his nails scratched his fingers, and his red blood gradually condensed into a giant eagle in front of him.

The opponent's attack just now has proved that they are not in the same weight class, so there is no need for him to lower himself and fight in person.

(End of this chapter)