Chapter 585: Lanqi's Absolute Domain

The Regency Hall of the Royal Palace was filled with statues of the Great Demons, with only two figures standing on the brown carpet in front of the throne.

It was as if it was a historical corridor carved by the heroic poems of the Demons and Bloods, which had never disappeared in the art of the Demon World.

"McCarthy, you..."

The Falling Lord stood on the throne platform, her dim silver pupils gradually shone with brilliance, staring at the figure who had awakened first on their side of the Demons.

Originally, for unknown reasons, the Fourth Ancestor could use the [Blood Destruction] power of the Sixth Ancestor, so she had to do her best to delay the Fourth Ancestor's self-explosion at all costs.

Now the Bloods certainly didn't expect that there were also demons on their side of the Demons who were almost immune to [The Land of Falling Gentleness]!

"The Palace barrier can still hold on for a while! Go and wake up the other Great Demons, Maye Lord can wake up the fastest!"

The Falling Lord Kaliela reminded Lanqi.

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

Lan Qi said without looking back.

The moment he woke up, he analyzed the situation and tried to wake up Lord Leiming beside him, but Lord Leiming was in a deep dream. When he woke up Lord Leiming, the tenth ancestor Ulysses might have broken the palace barrier and walked to the princess' throne.

This was the first time that Lan Qi had to fight a bishop-level eighth-level strongman alone, and it was also the worst ultimate battle that could happen in a seventh-level hell-difficulty shadow world.

Under normal circumstances, it takes a group of seventh-level strongmen to cooperate in a team fight and use special mechanisms to win.

"You can't beat him!"

Lord Fallen Kaliela was anxious. She knew the true strength of McCarthy better than anyone else. He was a fourth-level demon. Even if McCarthy could demolish the palace at this moment, the tenth ancestor under the sun could easily wipe out McCarthy, a non-combat demon.

After thinking for a while, Lanqi turned back and added:

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

Lanqi had to let the Lord of Falling rest assured and control the fourth ancestor Eduardo.

He had never caught such a big fish before, so he couldn't let the fresh ninth-level blood clan run away.

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

The Land of Falling Gentleness was obviously the ultimate spell and inviolable absolute domain that she was proud of. Why did she feel that 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 wanted to believe him very much!

She wanted to see if there were really other people of the same race who could cooperate with her perfectly to make up for the biggest flaw of her spell that did not distinguish between enemies and friends.

"Come on...!"

Kaliela suppressed her heartbeat and shouted with all her strength.

The princess must be saved. She is not only the last key to the ancestral land, but also a demon recognized by her Lord Fallen. She can also build 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 Lord Fallen will personally go to the Polant Empire to ask for an alliance with the human side!

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

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

Marquis Ulysses was full of relief in his heart.

He has the demeanor of a hegemon, which is exactly where his pride lies. He doesn't care about the previous win or loss.

Seeing the same epic painting, 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, he didn't even envy Lanqi. There was only the satisfaction of completing the task.

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

Because he claims to be an unparalleled painter, he likes to have opponents in the world who can set off him.

"It's okay. As you wish, we can compare paintings in another way."

Lanqi stood not far from Maye Qing 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?"

Lanqi closed his eyes and sensed Maye Qing's dream.

It is easy to wake up yourself, but it is difficult to wake up others. The last time he woke up Hyperion, he stayed in her dream for several minutes.

Although it is difficult to devote himself to Maye Qing's dream at this time, he still has to focus on Ulises in front of him, but fragments can always find some clues in the dream and give Maye Qing some hints to speed up her awakening.

In the dream, Maya-sama is an overly beautiful girl with white hair and blue eyes. There is no curse scar on her face from studying forbidden spells. She can face her friend Miwu-sama, the young demon general with black hair and golden eyes.

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

The tenth ancestor, Marquis Ulises, lowered his gaze and noticed the magic props in Lanqi's hand. He temporarily stopped breaking the barrier.

This does not seem to be a product of this era.

But with the power of [Blood Creation], he can make the product he draws materialize in a short time. Ulises knows very well that the other party has a similar thing in his hand.

Unfortunately, Ulises also knew that the props that 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 party a few seconds, after all, he was always interested in the topic of art.

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

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

Lanqi's voice 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 the sound-enclosed space echoed with a shrill wail like a weeping blood wail.

Countless ghosts appeared as if they had come from another dimension, their figures overlapped and it was impossible to distinguish the individuals. Like a choir, the constantly echoing sound was so heavy that the stone sculptures transformed by the demons who were in a dream at the scene trembled slightly.

If they had not fallen into a beautiful dream, they would have covered their ears as if struck by lightning, trembling all over to bear this mental shock beyond their limits.

In the process of a beautiful dream, if they endure such mental torture, the dream will change.

Lanqi instructed the cat boss to use the [Sound Sealing Barrier] to seal the influence of the Purgatory Choir [Beautiful Notes] in the middle part of the Regent Hall except for the front and back ends, except for the seats near the fourth ancestor Eduardo and the fallen Lord Carriera on the throne platform, they will fall into the sound of Purgatory.

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

And all this was just a noise in Ulysses' ears.

"What did you say, what kind of boring joke is this?"

Marquis Ulysses was slightly stunned, and then he finally couldn't help laughing.

The other party boasted that he would defeat him, but in the end, 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 emitted by this third-level summon can slow down his movement speed and speed up the speed of the demons waking up from their sweet dreams, his resistance is a full eighth-level magic system. In addition to feeling pain, he will not be controlled by this noise.

There is no chance of winning if you challenge the eighth level head-on at this level. Only the eighth level can fight against the eighth level.

"Before you become famous as a painter, shouldn't you be a clown?"

The tenth ancestor Ulysses looked stern, knowing that there was no need to delay with the other party.

During the time they were struggling for a while, he walked forward a long distance.

As long as he broke a few more layers of barriers, he could get in front of this glowing demon and turn it into blood mist to kill it.

"Is it so funny?"

Lanqi asked with a smile.

"That's enough. I'm not interested in dealing with clowns."

Marquis Ulises waved his hand gently, 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 proved that they were not in the same weight class, and he didn't need to lower himself to fight in person.