Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 626 - 585 Lanci Heavenly Father Above_2

His lazy and non-confrontational voice made it hard for listeners to tell if he was merely joking around or had truly come 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 became a bit rapid, and as a proud artist, he had never encountered such direct contempt and oppression.

But soon, he calmed 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 environment.

"Hmph, very well, let me 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 moment, 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 time, the half-transparent totem he slowly drew in the sky shimmered 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.

Even though he was fully focused on breaking through the barrier, his opponent’s casual demeanor seemed 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 me."

His unceasing instructive voice fanned the flames of Ulysses’s anger.

At this moment, 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 seemed 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 seemed 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 doomed 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!"