His lazy and non-confrontational voice made it hard for listeners to tell if he was rely joking around or had truly co to a great realization.
"Bastard!"
Ulysses, the Tenth Ancestor of the Blood Clan, had never seen such disdain for art and mockery of his opponent, the painter, and he clenched his fist tightly against his chest.
The fingers of Ulysses trembled slightly, his breathing beca a bit rapid, and as a proud artist, he had never encountered such direct contempt and oppression.
But soon, he cald down.
The barrier of the royal palace stood before him, giving his much weaker opponent an air of aplomb.
But an absolute gap could never be filled by the external environnt.
"Hmph, very well, let see for myself how capable you are to speak such wild words," Ulysses said as he waved his hand.
After a brief surge of anger, he quickly adjusted his emotions, took a deep breath, and a resolute and decisive light flickered in his eyes once more. At this critical mont, he chose not to retreat but to unveil deeper layers of his power!
Marquis Ulysses’s fingers danced lightly through the air, his fresh blood dropped again, and this ti, the half-transparent totem he slowly drew in the sky shimred with an ominous razor-sharp light.
He would summon even more creatures and see if that wolf could still swallow them!
"Flash Bomb."
Lanci simply said, releasing the card bursting with fierce orange light, as sacred as the sun itself.
Suddenly.
The entire palace was flooded with light as dazzling as the sun.
In an instant, it beca a world of pure white light, as if about to rupture the doors of the Regency Hall and burst forth, coating the corridors of Naikarisu royal palace in a layer of misty rainbow light.
Before this, the being in Lanci’s shadow who could use telekinesis magic had thoughtfully floated a pair of sunglasses to the Fallen Queen behind him.
After closing her eyes briefly, the Fallen Queen slowly opened her bright eyes again.
Her eyelashes quivered, unable to believe that there was a demon in this world who possessed such power to restrain the Blood Clan!
On the battlefield, this guy was practically the Blood Clan’s own father!
A sphere of light as bright as the morning sun rose in the entire palace, and under the blessing of the light, the ground ward up.
Feeling as though his brain was about to be pierced, Marquis Ulysses felt as if he was in the reversed noon of day and night!
Originally intending to paint, Marquis Ulysses painfully covered his eyes, which felt as if they were being pricked by thousands of needles, and was forced to stop painting. He staggered back, losing his balance.
The half-ford Blood Retainer he hastily summoned was also tortured by the scorching sun and tornting music, beginning to wail.
"I do not agree, I absolutely do not agree! That a flippant person like you could match !" Ulysses roared in agony amidst the light.
In the last mont, he saw clearly that blazing sun, unable to believe that the Radiant Demon could create a sun with a mortal body.
Although Marquis Ulysses would rather believe that the light stabbing his eyes was re illusion, the truth was that his strength had beco so weak that it was reduced to less than one-tenth of what it had been!
"If you believe that enlightennt and passion alone can bring you results, that is nothing more than a sweet dream," Lanci lanted,
"When the ultimate painting skill becos your goal, you fail to realize this point, that the end of any skill is not a mountain peak, but the boundless, horizon-less ocean."
"Don’t pretend like you know everything, you who insult and belittle art!" Marquis Ulysses roared, eyes closed.
Even though he was fully focused on breaking through the barrier, his opponent’s casual deanor seed as if he were just humoring him.
"It’s precisely because I haven’t desecrated art that I’m patiently explaining to you," Lanci continued, still following the story of the True Night Sir, speaking to Marquis Ulysses,
"Your anger is the manifestation of your inner turmoil. Don’t worry, not understanding isn’t a big issue, you’ve already made it quite enjoyable for ."
His unceasing instructive voice fanned the flas of Ulysses’s anger.
At this mont, he would have preferred his opponent to mock him instead of hearing such seemingly considerate consolation.
Ulysses’s face contorted, his eyes burning with a fury that seed capable of incinerating everything. His body was surrounded by a tumultuous aura of Blood Clan magic power, so intense that it nearly warped the space around him.
Even beneath the sunlight, he still possessed strength surpassing that of a Seventh-order!
"Hahaha, hahahahaha!"
Ulysses laughed, holding his forehead, his voice becoming heavy and threatening. Each breath seed to exhale the fire and discontent in his heart.
"This is your Demon Race’s only princess! As long as I keep dragging this out with you, she will dissolve in Fallen Wonderland, and we can see who will have the last laugh!"
Ulysses had figured it out, continuing this way, he might not be able to prevent the Radiant Demon from awakening the True Night Sir.
The chances of victory were great for McCarthy as the defender.
But Ulysses, with his immortal nature, could ultimately outlast the ordeal!
What if he switched to being the defender? Even if McCarthy could hold on, did the Fallen Queen truly dare to continue the standoff?
"Fallen Queen, the Blood Clan’s plan is dood to fail. Before I leave, I will ensure that your Demon Race loses the last key to the Ancestral Land! McCarthy, how do you plan to win!"
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