Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 622 - 582: Fallen Wonderland Second Run

The repeated provocations from the Blood Clan made Lord Calila feel as if he were mistaken for a very amiable member 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 Messenger 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 moment 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 moment.

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 seemed, to succeed, they would have to make some sacrifices.

Each time 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 moment, 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 time!

Once Eduado breaks free, he would immediately 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 moment seemed half a notch weaker than she had anticipated, as if he was carrying some 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 members of the Blood Clan.

All she could do now was pray that someone from the Great Demon Clan could quickly struggle out of her highest-powered Falling Hometown and assist her in dealing with Eduado!

As long as two or three members of the Great Demon Clan come forth, they could force Eduado, who was lost in the illusion, to be completely sealed from the outside!

"Esmod, come out and help me...!"

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 Hometown.

However.

Lord Calila only saw True Night Sir staring blankly ahead, seemingly deeply trapped in a dream.

Though the True Night Sir could overcome a normal-strength Falling Hometown, 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 Hometown of the Fallen Queen, and as expected, it is completely ineffective against me."

The tenth Ancestor Ulysses said with a smirk full of interest.

Upon hearing Ulysses’s calm words, Calila’s heart plummeted as if into an icy abyss.