The stars are cast on the dome carved by the ancient craftsmen, and the immortal crystal chandelier shines against each other.

The orange glow that bloomed from the golden cabinet that gradually emptied the Regency Hall instantly made the entire Regency Hall silent.

And the fallen Qing Caliera, who unsealed the painting from the bottomed gold cabinet, also stiffened his expression slightly.

[Portrait: On the night when the stars are falling]

[Type: Artwork]

[Grade: Epic]

[Rank: 1]

[The creatures who appreciate this painting will consume a small amount of physical strength and spirit, have a sense of awe for the princess in the portrait, and have a chance to gain a little artistic understanding, only once.] 】

The enthusiasm of the demon magnates is like a flame that has been extinguished by a huge wave.

Silence mingled with a brilliant and supreme orange magic that permeated the hall.

This painting cleverly captures a unique and mysterious moment in the demon world in the early 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 vague glow in between.

Contradictory and harmonious effects of light and shadow render the square and steps in front of the palace in detail, and the steps meander and extend to guide the viewer's gaze deeper into the picture.

This is exactly what the princess looked like a week ago when she appeared in public costume in the Demon Realm.

But she seems to never be able to get out of this eclipse, she can only be trapped in the eternal night, a sense of oppression and suffocation comes to her face, so that the demons subconsciously want to look away, but it is difficult to extricate themselves from the painting, as if the soul is about to fall into it.

Obviously, such an idea can only come from the Marquis of Ulises, the tenth ancestor of the blood clan.

"Epic?"

The demons swallowed their saliva and shifted their gaze to the Blood side of the seats at the end of the regency hall.

The Tenth Ancestor just put his hands on his knees and smiled faintly, as if he didn't care about the gaze of these demons.

He looked at the princess slightly, as if asking, is Her Highness still satisfied with this painting?

Although the oppressive feeling of the picture may be uncomfortable for the princess.

But in the rules set in advance, its epic level is doomed, and the princess can't explicitly choose a more inferior holy level.

The Fallen Caliera's expression did not change, and the veins on the back of her hand began to tremble slightly.

The reason why she didn't reverse the princess's choice by her own will, on the one hand, she wanted to avoid fighting, even if she chose the simplest martial arts, the blood clan would still be able to win, on the other hand, it was to give face to her old friends, which was the last dignity of the royal family, and on the other hand, she believed in the destiny of heaven, and the demon clan wanted to fight against the stronger blood clan, which was a matter that needed to be gambled on the fortune of the country.

In the end, the princess chose the painting.

The Blood Clan has just come to a tenth ancestor marquis.

The epic paintings are by no means comparable to any artist in the Demon World today.

Whether it is the degree of completion, the speed of painting, and the level, all of them completely crushed the Misty Qing and the True Night Qing that Caliella believed could win.

His paintings have reached a different realm that does not belong to this era, and is worthy of the name of the strongest painter in the world.

Sure enough, even fate is on the side of the Blood Clan.

A sense of powerlessness inexplicably permeated her heart.

This situation only made Kaliera feel that in this Blood Moon Generation, which was favored by the gods, the defeat of the demon clan over the powerful blood clan was like a bubble, out of reach.

"Why is it so quiet? Is this a library? ”

The Blood Clan Viscounts accompanying the Blood Clan Mission couldn't help but tremble lightly in their shoulders.

"Don't you have any thoughts of Master Ulises' paintings?"

He looked around the hall as if he were laughing at their demons' previous arrogance, and tried his best to appreciate the paintings of the divine grade, but he didn't realize that they had already lost a mess.

“……”

Many celebrities of the demon clan looked angrily at the center of the fan-shaped seat, the area belonging to the blood clan, but they were speechless.

Over the years, the demons have long learned to be humble and patient with the blood clan.

This is the bargaining chip for peace.

"None of you demons dare to evaluate the works of the Marquis of Ulises, or are you not capable of appreciating paintings of this level?"

The Fourth Progenitor, Duke Eduardo, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke under his gray robes.

The voice was as low and hoarse as an ancient stone mill.

He needs the demons to show respect for the bloodline.

All the time, the demons can't forget their position.

"You old ......"

Misty Qing Orion couldn't bear this humiliation, even if the other party was a ninth-order blood duke, he stood up and wanted to scold the other party to restrain a little, but he was grabbed by the True Night Qing Esmodeus beside him.

The blue pupils seemed to dim a little, as if they had lost their self-confidence, but they were still rational.

At this time, he was angry, but he was even more embarrassed by the face of the demons.

Misty Orion thought about it, his anger seemed to be calmed by the true night, and finally sat down.

The Regency Hall was silent for a long time.

The Fourth Ancestor, Eduardo, slowly looked at the princess on the throne opposite him with his cloudy bloody eyes, and raised his staff to point at her.

It means that if there is no demon to answer, please ask His Highness to comment on Ulises' painting.

This kind of aggressive coercion finally made many demons feel frightened.

Caliella was silent, and they didn't dare say anything.

Without the protection of the fallen Qing Kaliera, they would be as fragile as ants in front of the Fourth Ancestor Eduardo, and they would not have offended this ninth-order blood clan at all.

Once the princess answers, whether she praises or belittles the painting, it will seem that their demon race has failed-

Compliment means submission, belittling means gaffe, and failure to answer represents ignorance.

“……”

Lei Mingqing lowered his head and clenched his fists, making a sound of bones.

He had long known that this group of blood clans had come to the Demon Realm with a lofty attitude.

Since the signing of the "North-South Contract", the demons have never really raised their heads in front of the blood clan, and now even the viscounts of the blood clan dare to laugh at their demons.

"It's called [On the Night When the Stars Fall], and the sky of the Demon Realm is shrouded in a strange dark light, as if the night has not completely faded but there is a dawn that cannot come. In this mysterious and contradictory light and shadow, in the square in front of the palace, the steps spread, the peerless princess slowly walked down, the long silver hair naturally fell, softly covered on the light blue dress, there were no stars in the night sky, the real stars, it was her. ”

A sudden clear voice echoed in the silent regency hall, and Lei Mingqing followed the source of the sound in a daze, looking at the calm glow demon beside him.

I saw McCarthy speak.

"She has a peerless face that I can't forget at a glance, her eyes are clear and proud, she is the most beautiful amber in the world, whether it is sorrow or joy, with a hint of joy or regret, it will touch the viewer's heart, maybe it is a summer song, maybe it is the autumn mountain wind, maybe it is the changing starry sky, just a glance, only her figure will be left in my mind."

Ranch looked at the epic painting and recounted it like a poem.

Hearing this, the Fourth Ancestor, Eduardo, withdrew his staff for the time being.

He glanced at Lan Qi one more time.

He has the tolerance of being a victor.

Today, it seems that there is no need to use the second plan.

You can take away the last princess of the demon clan and turn it into a pitiful plaything of the blood clan.

Lan Qi's on-the-spot evaluation made all the demons present breathe a sigh of relief.

"Worthy of Mr. McCarthy."

"His words were full of sincere praise, but all praise was given to the princess."

"Isn't he ......a little too much of a compliment?"

The subtle whispers resurfaced, and the expressions of many demon magnates eased slightly.

Only Hubertarian heard this passage from Lanch, and was completely unable to hold back.

"How can I say that you are so beautiful......"

Hubertian tugged at her skirt and whispered silently in her voice, her heart beating wildly.

She took a deep breath, knowing that she couldn't panic in front of Lanchi at this time, and used her skilled spy qualities to return to a calm state.

At this time, the fallen secretary Calliera beside the throne had been quiet for a long time.

Since the hall suddenly fell silent, she felt like she was finally tired.

What can you do after escaping the humiliation of defeat, what cannot be changed is the outcome of defeat.

Today, in order to continue to wait for the opportunity, their demon clan lost the princess according to the rules, what will they lose next time?

"There is still a painting in the fall."

Huberian's command rang in Caliella's ears.

"Your Highness......"

Callilla looked sideways, only to see that the princess at this moment was even more indifferent than her.

Only at this moment, the princess's attitude was like a firm belief that the demon clan had not lost.

The princess is very brave, even braver than she imagined, and at this time, she is the most determined demon.

Originally, Kaliella thought that this was a useless princess, but now she began to feel that she had lost her eyes, this witch had the courage to be worthy of the position of demon princess.

"Okay, I'll accompany you on the last journey."

Fallen Lady Kaliella nodded in response.

As the host, she is naturally obliged to go through the process.

Even if there was only the last sealed painting lying in the golden cabinet at this time, the probability of their demons losing the princess was not zero.

"Is it necessary to bring shame on yourself, Callella?"

The Fourth Progen, Duke Eduardo, looked at the fallen Qing who was moving again in front of the throne, and asked with his cane.

As a work placed at the bottom of the golden cabinet, this painting was submitted even earlier than the painting of the Marquis of Ulises, the tenth ancestor, and it is likely to be a perfunctory work similar to Lei Mingqing.

"The ancient legendary craftsmen of the Demon Realm have already lost, and it is impossible to find a big demon in the Demon Realm today that is stronger than the real Yeqing in terms of artistic attainments, if the Demon Clan still has a 1 in 10,000 probability that it can struggle, it is too optimistic."

The Blood Clan Viscount who accompanied him couldn't help but shake his head and said.

The glow of the magic gradually converged, and only the bright and only orange light of the Tenth Ancestor [on the night when the stars fell] remained, like a lone star.

The sound of the demon magnates sitting on the table seemed to be quietly put away by an invisible hand, causing the entire Regency Hall to fall into an almost solemn dead silence.

Those once subtle whispers had completely disappeared at this moment, and even the air between the originally proud Misty Qing and the True Night Qing was almost frozen.

Many demons were reluctant to look at the Golden Cabinet anymore, waiting for the Blood's laughter to come, which represented the end of everything.

Callilla magically pulled the painting into the golden chest before Ulises, the tenth ancestor of the Bloods.

At this moment, Luo Qing seemed to sense something, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and hope seemed to be rekindled in her pupils.

A blazing orange light suddenly poured out of the golden cabinet!!

The points of light scattered and flowed, forming a golden totem in the air, and the light mist suddenly spread out like grace in all directions, covering the entire hall at once, awakening the dark eyes of the demons covered by dark clouds.

I saw the painting—

From afar, you can see ripples on the meandering surface of the canal, reflecting the reflection of the setting sun.

The sunset in the sky became the background color.

The girl in the painting, her face, lights up the world.

On her cheeks and behind her was a pink and orange sky, the autumn water was radiant, and she could be found shining without the need for light, and time seemed to stand still for her in her golden hour.

[Portrait: Her Golden Hour]

[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, and there is a chance to permanently increase the upper limit of the trace magic attribute, only once.] 】

At this time, without any evaluation, it only took one second for the demons to go from being dumbfounded to getting up and raising their arms and shouting!

Even Calliera smiled with relief.

"Who drew this?"

The demons stood excitedly, looking around the Regency Hall, looking for the figure of the creator.

However.

When they followed the princess's gaze.

All the answers have been revealed-

The mysterious rich businessman.

With the princess.

Far away.

The world around them seemed to disappear, and only the two of them remained.

Immerse yourself in this beautiful and timeless moment.

(End of chapter)