Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1371 - 838: Hyperion’s Awakening_3

If she hadn't died, perhaps over a decade later, when he went to Demon King Castle Necaris, his target would have been entirely focused on her.

"No, you're overthinking it."

Lanci spoke firmly, remaining on guard, ready to flee at any moment.

For her, the best scenario now was simply to waste Ulysses' time.

Perhaps tens of thousands of years ago, during the Blood Moon Bad World incident, when Miss Witch was still alive, she had crossed paths with Ulysses. But at that time, neither Miss Witch nor Lankros had reached a level to contend with someone like Ulysses, the Blood Clan Marquis. At most, they had one fleeting encounter before slipping away.

Given Miss Witch's identity as the Demon World Princess, during the period of the "North-South Contract," if they had been in the Demon World, Ulysses wouldn't have been able to make a move against them.

"Miss Duchess, let me guess what you're thinking right now."

Ulysses observed Lanci's expression, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"You're trying to stall me, to prevent me from providing reinforcements to the Hall of Annihilation or to the westernmost command camp where your forces are secretly stationed, right?"

He spoke as if reading her mind.

"Why don't you just step aside and pretend you never saw me?"

Lanci knew very well that Ulysses was the kind of opponent, like Lankros, who excelled in psychological warfare. The more she faced such an enemy, the less she could afford to show fear.

Whether Ulysses went to the Hall of Annihilation or the command camp, it would spell disaster.

If, in their already disadvantageous situation, Ulysses severed their communications and reinforced the Hall of Annihilation, it would be the end of everything.

Even if Sigrid achieved a breakthrough at a single point, it would make no difference—it wouldn't save the overall situation.

"Is it possible that I can handle it all at once?"

Standing amidst the vast dimness, Ulysses raised his hand and tore through the shadows. Droplets of crimson blood connected midair to form a totem, bursting into reality.

It fused light and darkness, embodying both artistry and the harbinger of destruction.

The piercing cry of the Crimson Blood Eagle echoed through the sky, its feathers shimmering with a bloody luster. The blood-soaked eyes of the Blood Bear gleamed like two blazing, radiant gemstones. The overwhelming aura of eighth-order bloodbound creatures unfolded fully.

The Tenth Ancestor, Marquis Ulysses, lowered his arm, and the Blood Eagle took flight, transforming into a crimson storm of lightning that swept westward, while the Blood Bear hurtled toward the Hall of Annihilation like a meteor.

Lanci's pupils trembled as she beheld Ulysses' abilities. freewebnøvel.coɱ

As the supreme artist of the Blood Clan, the Tenth Ancestor's power, [Blood Creation], allowed him to manifest his creations temporarily. He could quickly allocate his strength to powerful summons based on the situation, making him an exceptionally versatile summoner.

Not only had he left an eighth-order giant serpent in the Earth Abyss Palace, but now he had also dispatched the eighth-order Blood Eagle and Blood Bear to different directions according to the war scenario.

"It's simple. I've already sent an eighth-order summon to your camp in the west and another to assist Somerset at the Hall of Annihilation. Why not stay here and chat with you a bit longer?"

Ulysses spoke as leisurely as if enjoying afternoon tea.

He remained as polite as ever.

If Lanci wanted to prolong their conversation, he had no reason to refuse.

The smile in his eyes seemed to whisper to her—What are you afraid of? Of course, I'll do exactly what terrifies you most.

He took pleasure in tempering his opponents from a mental level.

Even their tears were more exquisite than crystals.

"..."

Lanci dug her nails deeply into her palms, using the pain to stay focused.

Even if the eighth-order summons Ulysses had dispatched were at the most basic level of the eighth-order, they would still pose a deadly offense to Abigail and Barton on the western front, not to mention the three Great Demons facing Marquis Somerset.

"Now then, come closer. Let me take a good look at you."

Marquis Ulysses' smile grew more intense.

Unhurriedly, he floated toward the girl, every step as though savoring a riveting drama.

At this critical juncture, Lanci made up her mind.

Her legs bent slightly as the magic power enhancing her body surged and gathered within her. In the next second, her figure carved an arc through the air, swiftly flying toward the southern void's depths in an attempt to escape.

All she could do now was continue stalling Ulysses' main body, move closer to the enemy's crystal, and figure out her next step.

Even though Ulysses had divided his strength among his Blood Eagle, Bear, and Serpent summons, weakening him somewhat, the power his main body retained was still at the level of the eighth-order. She absolutely could not let the highly mobile Ulysses personally intervene in any other battlefield.

"Give up, Miss Hyperion. To have hope in your heart is a happy thing, but when that hope shatters, the despair is even greater."

The Tenth Ancestor, Marquis Ulysses, smoothly increased his speed, his gaze carrying a trace of sentimentality.

"Yet at the same time, destroying you in itself would be a noble work of art. It's been so long since I've found someone as remarkable as you."

The moment he laid eyes on Lanci, he had realized it.

This Miss Duchess was as pure as falling snow. If life were a journey, she had felt despair and loneliness, yet she dispelled these feelings with dignity, courage, and gentleness. She carried a beauty deserving to be cradled in one's hands—a perfect vessel.

If he were to utterly annihilate her, soul and body alike, it would surely become an unparalleled tragedy, one that would leave him forever haunted.

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Western Camp.

Cold winds howled as Barton battled against a Count of the Blood Clan outside the camp's barrier.

His task was to intercept the advancing Blood Clan, allowing Abigail to continue fortifying the camp.