A large hall was projected onto the screen, with intersecting beams of light pouring down from the wall lamps, illuminating the demon realm-decorated palace.

Rows of fan-shaped seating stretched out from low to high, forming a wide, semicircular arrangement.

Even without communicating, Hyperion and Lan Qi recognized the scene as the Regency Hall of the Nykalis Demon King's Palace.

Many demon nobles were gathered there, as well as a delegation from the vampire clan, much like the scene Lan Qi and Hyperion witnessed at the Shadow World Painting Selection Ceremony. The only difference was that the throne was empty, without the princess's figure.

The atmosphere in the entire Regency Hall seemed tense, and the harmonious negotiations between the vampire and demon clans suddenly took a sharp turn.

At that moment, the Fourth Progenitor, Eduardo, who was on the high platform opposite the throne, had a piercing red light erupt from his eyes, cracks appeared on his body, and terrifying blood-colored demonic power burst forth.

The terrifying power condensed in an instant, and all the demons realized what was happening amidst the chaos.

The Fourth Progenitor, Eduardo, was about to use an unknown forced self-destruction spell when the Great Demons were concentrated.

In the Regency Hall, Generals Mist Lord and Thunder Lord immediately attacked in the direction of the Fourth Progenitor.

Their eyes were filled with anger and solemnity. They didn't understand why the Fourth Progenitor possessed powers similar to the Sixth Progenitor, and they couldn't even control it after it was triggered!

Then, Eduardo's body swelled, the blood-colored light became more and more dazzling, and cracks spread across his skin like spiderwebs. In an instant, he was about to reach his limit, and a deafening roar came from the corners of his mouth, which were filled with blood mist.

Even through the screen, Hyperion shrunk back in fear, because this scene in real history was far more dangerous than what she had experienced in the Nykalis Palace.

At least the Fallen Lord in the Shadow World had been prepared to act. Here, the Fourth Progenitor, Eduardo, activated the Sixth Progenitor's power, Blood Devastation, almost without warning.

Eduardo almost turned into a huge red light, carrying endless anger and destructive power, about to spread to every corner of the Nykalis Palace.

"Stop, Eduardo!"

Accompanied by the angry shout of the Fallen Lord, Kaliella, she finally caught up and released Fallen Paradise without reservation.

Invisible waves of demonic power suddenly swept through the space of the Regency Hall, preventing the scorching red light from continuing to erupt, and preventing Eduardo from continuing.

The spacetime of the entire Nykalis Regency Hall seemed to stagnate.

All the figures of the demons and vampires were frozen in place like stone sculptures.

Seeing this, Lan Qi and Hyperion already knew which day Kaliella was recording.

"Even without the princess's painting selection ceremony, the vampires still planned to have a crippled Fourth Progenitor, Eduardo, come and destroy the core of the Demon King's city?"

Lan Qi shook his head helplessly.

The Demon King died in a bloody battle with the Second Progenitor, the Vampire Prince, who was also seriously injured. However, the Fourth Progenitor copied the healing powers of other vampires, sharing his vampire source with the Second Progenitor to speed up his recovery.

Then, the Fourth Progenitor copied the power of the Sixth Progenitor, feigning peace talks, but in reality, it was to start a war with the demons.

"Wait, according to this trajectory, how will the Fallen Lord deal with the Tenth Progenitor, Ulysses?"

Hyperion stared at the precarious scene of the Demon King's Palace.

Even if the Fallen Lord, Kaliella, succeeded in using this spell at this moment, she did not relax at all. On the contrary, sweat kept pouring from her forehead.

The only drawback of Fallen Paradise was that it was a large-scale barrier magic that did not distinguish between friend and foe. Although it could forcibly control the Fourth Progenitor, Eduardo, all the allied forces in the entire Demon King's Palace were also trapped in the Fallen Paradise illusion.

As a Ninth Order, she needed to expend a lot of focus to ensure that she could completely maintain Eduardo's dream, so that he could not break free for even a moment and continue Blood Devastation.

She now had to wait for a demon to quickly struggle out of the Fallen Paradise at its highest power and assist her in dealing with Eduardo.

As long as she could wait for two or three Great Demons to come out, she could forcibly seal Eduardo, who had fallen into the illusion, from the outside.

"Esmod...!"

Kaliella barely managed to maintain the extreme blessing of Eduardo's illusion, desperately controlling the destruction bomb, and tried to open her eyes halfway, looking towards the Night Lord, Esmod, on one side of the seat.

She separated her last remaining strength to observe the dreams of the other high-level demons, and countless scenes flooded her mind.

In Kaliella's judgment, the Great Demon with the most hope of quickly breaking free from the Fallen Paradise was the Night Lord.

However.

An abrupt noise, particularly clear in the silent palace, caused the Fallen Lord's body to tremble, returning her to consciousness, and she raised her head in a daze.

The Tenth Progenitor, Ulysses, had already moved on the vampire seat far away, directly opposite the throne.

He was easily pointing in the direction of the Night Lord.

"Sorry, were you waiting for her?"

Ulysses crossed his legs elegantly, as if he had broken free from the illusion in an instant, his blood-red eyes full of clarity.

His interested smile seemed to mock the Fallen Lord's spell, Fallen Paradise, itself.

Kaliella felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave when she heard Ulysses's calm voice.

Marquis Ulysses, the Tenth Progenitor, smiled lightly and reached out to touch the front, and a thin layer of barrier in the palace was instantly disintegrated.

"Choose, Kaliella, are you going to wait for me to come to you and kill you, or are you going to actively release control now, abandon these Great Demons, and maybe you can survive the explosion and run away?"

Marquis Ulysses asked calmly.

This was a game of mind.

For Kaliella, if she chose the former, all the Great Demons would die, but if she chose the latter, at least Kaliella herself had a chance to survive.

"Then let's see if you can break through the barrier faster, or if a Great Demon will wake up first."

Kaliella lowered her head, the back of her hand trembling slightly, and tried to keep her voice calm.

She knew that the Tenth Progenitor, Ulysses, wanted to shake her and abandon the possibility that "a demon could wake up before he arrived."

"Oh dear, what a stubborn demoness."

Ulysses helplessly commented on Kaliella.

Slowly, he raised his head and looked to the left side of the seat, where a small wolf demon was sitting.

Originally, he had planned to let the Fourth Progenitor, Eduardo, successfully self-destruct.

But now, he had changed his mind. If possible, he would take this little wolf girl, who was clumsily disguised as a demon, away first.

She had the most excellent bloodline. Starting with her to cultivate a slave wolf clan would be an excellent strategic point for their vampire clan.

Outside the shadow painting.

"Someone, help Kaliella."

Hyperion muttered anxiously to herself.

She found that the little wolf girl who had been stared at by the Tenth Progenitor, Ulysses, just now was none other than her Sigrid.

In real history, the vampire clan no longer had a demon princess to capture, and Sigrid had become the vampire clan's hunting target again!

Suddenly, Hyperion noticed a familiar yet unfamiliar figure among the demon seats in the picture, sitting next to Sigrid.

Her eyes widened.

It was a Radiant Demon.

His horns were like white jade exoskeletons, but they were covered with cracks and were dull and lifeless.

Unlike Lan Qi, his hair was white and tied up rather loosely, draped over his shoulders.

He lowered his head, as if he had fallen deeply into a dream and could not wake up.