The palace regency hall was full of motionless statues of the Great Demons, with only two figures standing on the long brown carpet in front of the throne.

It seems to be a historical corridor carved by the heroic poems of the demon race and the blood clan that has never disappeared in the art of the demon world.

"McCarthy, you ......"

Luo Qing stood on the throne platform, her dim silver pupils gradually rippling with brilliance, staring at the figure that was the first to wake up on their demon side.

Originally, for unknown reasons, the Fourth Ancestor could use the Sixth Ancestor's [Blood Destruction] power, and she had to use all her strength to drag the Fourth Ancestor's self-explosion at all costs.

Now the blood clan must not have expected that there are also demons on their demon side who can be almost immune to [Falling Gentle Township]!

"The palace enchantment can be held for a while! Hurry up and wake up the other big demons, Zhen Yeqing can wake up the fastest! ”

Fallen, Calliera reminded Ranchi.

"It doesn't have to be in time, I'll deal with him."

Lan Qi said without looking back.

The moment he woke up just now, he analyzed the situation and tried to wake up Lei Mingqing beside him, but Lei Mingqing fell deep in his dream, and when he woke up Lei Mingqing, the tenth ancestor Ulises may have broken through the palace barrier and walked to the princess throne.

This was the first time that Lan Qi had encountered a situation where he needed to single-handedly fight a Bishop-level eighth-order powerhouse, and it was also the worst ultimate battle that could occur in a seventh-order Hell difficulty shadow world.

Under normal circumstances, it takes a group of seventh-order powerhouses to cooperate well in the team and follow special mechanisms to win.

"You can't beat him!"

Falling Qing Kaliella was anxious, she knew McCarthy's true strength better than anyone else, he was the fourth order, even if McCarthy could tear down the palace at this moment, the tenth ancestor under the sun could easily wipe out McCarthy's non-combat demon race.

After thinking about it, Lanch turned around and added:

"Don't worry, in your field, I haven't lost."

Ranch still had to reassure the Fallen Qing and control the Fourth Ancestor, Eduardo.

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

“？”

Falling Qing stared at the confident emerald green eyes, not understanding what this glow demon meant.

The Falling Gentle Township is obviously the ultimate spell and the inviolable absolute realm that she is proud of, how can she feel that the man in front of her has taken this magic as his own?

But at the moment, she can only believe him, or rather, she wants to believe him!

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

"Come on, ......!"

Caliera cried out with all her strength as her heart beat as she could.

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

As long as the demons can survive this catastrophe today, their demons will do whatever it takes to start a war with the blood clan, and at that time, she will personally send an envoy to the Pyrant Empire, asking for an alliance with the human side!

"Oh? What can you do with me? I'm interested in trying out your drawings again, but I'm afraid now isn't the time. ”

The Marquis of Ulises' eyebrows curled slightly, and while concentrating on breaking the barrier, he asked Ranchi with great interest.

The heart of the Marquis of Ulises was filled with relief.

He has the demeanor of a hegemon, which is where his pride lies, and he doesn't care about winning or losing before.

Seeing the same epic painting, instead of being discouraged, he felt indifferent to their blood clan's inability to easily get the demon princess, not to mention the frustration and loss, and even Lan Qi was not jealous, but only the satisfaction of completing the task.

His greatest work is not any painting he has created, but the painting technique of his own true strength.

Because he prides himself on being a peerless painter, he likes to have opponents in the world who can bring him out.

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

Lan Qi stood not far from the real night and began to interfere with her dreams, as several orange translucent light streaks appeared between his fingers,

"In your opinion, isn't the winner still not yet distinguished?"

Ranch closed his eyes, sensing the true night's dream.

It's easy to wake up on her own, but it's hard to wake up others, and the last time she woke up Hubert was in her dream for several minutes.

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

In the dream, True Yeqing is an overly beautiful white-haired and blue-eyed girl, and she has no curse scars on her face due to the study of forbidden spells, and can calmly face her friend Mist Qing, the black-haired and golden-eyed demon youth general.

"You're right, I'm proud of my invincible painting skills. But with a businessman like you, who deceives the world and steals fame, you can't get into my eyes for the time being. ”

The Tenth Progenitor, Marquis Ulises, looked down, noticed the magic item in Ranchi's hand, and briefly paused to break the barrier.

It doesn't seem like it's supposed to be a product of this era.

However, with the power of [Creation of Blood], which can make the products of his pen manifest in a short period of time, Ulisés knows very well that the other party has a similar thing in his hands.

It's a pity that Ulises also knows that the other party's props, which look like products of magic engineering and paintings, are of the same low rank as McCarthy.

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

Even if he knew that this was the other party's ploy to delay time, he knew better that even giving McCarthy a few more seconds of delay would not change anything.

"You may have misunderstood, just beat you."

Ranch's voice fell.

The translucent card that was thrown haunted by an eerie orange mist, ominous as an abyss.

At the same moment, the air in the palace suddenly became extremely oppressive, approaching to solidify, and the sound echoed in the closed space with a mournful wail like weeping blood and sorrow.

As if countless ghosts had crossed over from another dimension, their figures overlapping each other, unable to distinguish the individual, and like the choir, the sound of continuous echoing was so heavy that the stone sculptures of the demons who had fallen into a sweet dream trembled slightly.

If they hadn't fallen into a sweet dream, they would have covered their ears like they had been struck by lightning, trembling all over their bodies to bear the mental impact that transcended the limit.

In the process of sweet dreams, to endure such mental torture, dreams will turn sour.

Ranchi instructed the Cat Boss to use the [Tone Seal Enchantment] to seal off the influence of the Purgatory Chorus [Beautiful Note] in the Regency Hall, except for the middle part of the front and back ends, except for the seat near the Fourth Ancestor Eduardo and the Fallen Secretary Calliera on the throne platform, all of them will fall into the Sound of Purgatory.

The wails pierced the line between reality and nightmares, and the intensifying sound was like a sharp dagger constantly piercing 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 nothing more than a noise in the ears of Ulises.

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

The Marquis of Ulisés was slightly stunned, and then finally couldn't help laughing.

The other party was ashamed of his words, claiming that he wanted to defeat him, but in the final analysis, he still planned to rely on the other big demons, and tried his best to buy time to wake up the big demons.

Although the noise emitted by these third-order summons could slow down his movements and speed up the speed at which the demons would wake up from their dreams, he was full of the resistance of the eighth-order magic system, and he would not be controlled by the noise except for feeling pain.

Challenging the Eighth Order head-on at this level, there will be no chance of winning, and only the Eighth Order can be fought against the Eighth Order.

"Shouldn't you be a clown before you're famous as a painter?"

Tenth Ancestor Ulises looked awe-inspiring, knowing that there was no need to delay with the other party any longer.

In the time they tossed and turned, he walked a long way forward.

As long as he broke a few more layers of barriers, he would be able to reach this glow demon and wipe it out with a blood mist.

"Is it that funny?"

Ranch asked with a smirk.

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

Marquis Ulisés waved his hand lightly, his fingernails cutting through his fingers, and his crimson blood gradually condensed a giant eagle in front of him.

The opponent's shot just now has proved that they are not in the same weight class, and there is no need for him to put down his body and fight in person.

(End of chapter)