The repeated provocations from the Blood Clan made Lord Calila feel as if he were mistaken for a very amiable mber of the Great Demon Clan.
Instantly, the Fallen Lord’s firm stance set off a buzz among the Demon Race.
Surprise, confusion, and murmurs filled the Regency Hall.
Looking at the Fallen Lord, even the Ancestor Eduardo wouldn’t let McCarthy suffer such an undeserved calamity without reason.
The Demon Race glanced at the Fallen Lord Calila, and then at the Fourth-Order Ancestor Eduardo, trying to glean more information from their facial expressions and body language, now even more uncertain if the Fallen Lord was bluffing or maintaining his dignity.
After all, only the Ninth-Order Fallen Lord Calila and the Fourth-Order Ancestor Eduardo knew the truth about what rank McCarthy truly was.
And since the Blood Clan ssenger had the confidence to directly identify McCarthy as Fourth-Order, it was very likely that McCarthy indeed couldn’t withstand an attack from Eduardo.
The Fourth-Order Ancestor Eduardo would not make baseless claims.
But the truth or falsity, no Demon Race at the mont could discern a result.
They only worried that the Fallen Lord’s firm decision would provoke what kind of reaction from the Blood Clan.
If the Fourth-Order Ancestor really made a move, and if he and the Fallen Lord were to fight with all their might here in the royal palace, even with the protection of the royal palace Barrier, all except the Great Demon Clan present would likely suffer heavy casualties, perhaps even causing the peace talks to fail and the Demon Race to join the battlefield prematurely.
The two Ninth-Order individuals were at an impasse.
Viscount Giovanni of the Blood Clan was not intimidated by the oppressive atmosphere of the multitude of Demon Race and the Fallen Lord, about to speak again, when his shoulder was held back.
"That’s enough, Giovanni; don’t trouble our friends from the Demon Race any further."
The ever silent Tenth Ancestor, Marquis Ulysses, finally spoke, still as composed and gentle as ever.
But just hearing the humbling voice of this Ancestor Marquis made the Demon Race present feel inexplicably uncomfortable.
His show of weakness was actually the ease of an absolute powerhouse.
The Demon Race were not foolish enough to think that the Tenth Ancestor was a peacemaker, trying to smooth things over at this mont.
Marquis Ulysses, the Tenth Ancestor, turned his head to look at Duke Eduardo, the Fourth Ancestor, who was seated at the back.
"Duke Eduardo, I’m sorry to trouble you, but I am ready."
He said with a smile.
"..."
Hearing this, the Fourth Ancestor Eduardo nodded,
"I’ll leave the rest to you."
Originally, their Blood Clan had intended to take the princess away from the Demon Race without any damage.
But today it seed, to succeed, they would have to make so sacrifices.
Definitely, the Blood Clan would not lose out; they would only take away more from the Demon Race.
In that instant, Eduardo’s turbid eyes turned a deep red, emitting a glaring red light, his body cracking and exuding a terrifying blood hue.
Those eyes, like blood-red gemstones, radiated a terrifying brilliance, and each crack spoke of his power to destroy everything!
A formidable Magic Power converged in an instant, and all the Demon Race realized what was happening.
The Fourth Ancestor Eduardo was about to use a Self-Destructive Spell in Demon King Castle Necaris!
The Great Demon Clan at the scene reacted imdiately, launching attacks towards where the Fourth Ancestor was located.
Their gazes were filled with anger, gravity, or terror, unable to understand if the Blood Clan Ancestor had gone mad, for he was about to self-destruct unawares in the Demon King’s Castle!
Eduardo’s body swelled, the blood-red radiance becoming more and more blinding, and the cracks spreading over his skin like a spider web.
The air burst forth with the interwoven Magic Power of the Great Demon Clan, light and shadow twisting on the walls of the palace into paintings of lightning, but none of these could reach Eduardo, for an invisible force field had ford around him, acting like a barrier blocking all attacks.
Clearly, their control was ineffective against the Ninth-Order Eduardo.
They couldn’t determine how powerful the Spell was, but judging from the sheer force it generated the mont it gathered, if he were to detonate it, half of Demon King Castle Necaris could be reduced to rubble, and among those at the epicenter of the explosion, it was unknown who besides the Fallen Lord could survive.
A powerful tremor spread throughout the entire royal palace, Eduardo’s body almost reaching its limit in an instant, emitting a deafening roar.
It was a voice of rage, and a harbinger of destruction.
Eduardo nearly turned into a massive ball of red light, with endless fury and destructive force ready to spread to every corner of the King’s palace.
The Fallen Queen widened her eyes in shock, she never anticipated that the fourth Ancestor Eduado would decide to self-destruct on the spot, and his self-destructive spell was not just any ordinary magic but was comparable to epic-level spells, specifically the [Blood Destruction] belonging to the sixth Ancestor!
"Stop right there!!"
Accompanying the angry shout of Lord Calila, she finally made her move without holding anything back.
Her voice was like an invisible wave of magic power, suddenly sweeping across the space of the Regency Hall.
No fiery red light continued to burst forth, preventing Eduado from continuing.
The entire space-ti of Demon King Castle Necaris’s Regency Hall seed as if it had frozen in place.
All figures were as still as statues, their actions no longer continuing.
Atop the high platform, the Fallen Lord Calila was also catching her breath, having just managed to execute her most powerful [Falling Hotown] in the nick of ti and interrupting Eduado’s self-destruction.
Her ultimate innate magic, Falling Hotown, could ignore any counterasures, forcibly causing all subjects within range to fall into a phantasmagoria, which are illusions of their innermost vulnerabilities or irrediable regrets, dreams that are destined never to beco reality.
The only drawback is that this is a large-scale barrier spell that does not differentiate between friend and foe.
Those who break free from the illusion and maintain clarity can see the dream content of other beings within a certain distance.
As the caster, Calila could even adjust the intensity of the targeted phantasmagoria and infer the deep wounds and weaknesses of others’ hearts, intensifying their nightmares accordingly.
Each ti one falls into the illusion, they sink deeper and suffer more intensely than before; the longer they are trapped, the more likely their souls will be completely dissolved in the phantasmagoria.
Even though Lord Calila had successfully used this spell at this mont, she was not the slightest bit relaxed, but instead kept sweating profusely from her forehead.
Being of the ninth-order herself, she found it difficult to maintain Eduado’s dream state.
As the fourth Ancestor Eduado, a sage of the Blood Clan proficient in magic, his own magic power and spiritual attributes were simply too exaggerated.
To ensure that Eduado was deeply trapped in the illusion, Calila had to expend a considerable amount of spiritual power every second.
The problem was, maintaining control over Eduado, while it would heavily injure him and even erode part of his soul, it would be impossible to completely eliminate this undying Ancestor of the Blood Clan in a short ti!
Once Eduado breaks free, he would imdiately self-destruct again.
"Why... Eduado seems a bit weaker than I imagined..."
Calila muttered to herself, puzzled.
The only good news was that the state of the fourth Ancestor Eduado at this mont seed half a notch weaker than she had anticipated, as if he was carrying so severe injury.
But the thought of an Ancestor of the Blood Clan at death’s door having the potential to exchange their entire core of the Demon King’s Castle made Calila so furious she could hardly contain it, wishing she could flay and drain the blood of these despicable and crazed mbers of the Blood Clan.
All she could do now was pray that soone from the Great Demon Clan could quickly struggle out of her highest-powered Falling Hotown and assist her in dealing with Eduado!
As long as two or three mbers of the Great Demon Clan co forth, they could force Eduado, who was lost in the illusion, to be completely sealed from the outside!
"Esmod, co out and help ...!"
Lord Calila, straining to maintain full power over Eduado’s illusion, desperately controlled this living bomb, half struggling to open her eyes, looking towards the seat of True Night Sir Esmod, and silently hoped.
The True Night Sir’s talent and intellect were the most trustworthy to her, and under Calila’s estimation, he was the one from the Demon Race most likely to quickly escape Falling Hotown.
However.
Lord Calila only saw True Night Sir staring blankly ahead, seemingly deeply trapped in a dream.
Though the True Night Sir could overco a normal-strength Falling Hotown, in this full-powered Gentle Town, how long he needed was uncertain.
"Lord Fallen Queen, are you waiting for her?"
Suddenly, a voice made the Fallen Queen’s body tremble slightly.
Calila looked up in a daze.
To her and Princess Hyperion’s distant seat, there was a figure who was pointing leisurely in the direction of the True Night Sir, seemingly having escaped the illusion in an instant, his blood-red eyes clear and calm.
"I’ve always wanted to experience the legendary Falling Hotown of the Fallen Queen, and as expected, it is completely ineffective against ."
The tenth Ancestor Ulysses said with a smirk full of interest.
Upon hearing Ulysses’s calm words, Calila’s heart plumted as if into an icy abyss.
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