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Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1370 - 838: Hugh Hyperion’s Awakening_2
Previously, in the Demon Shadow World at Demon King Castle Necaris, she had encountered this Blood Clan Marquis.
As a leading figure among the Blood Clan, the strength of Tenth Marquis Ulysses was formidable, rivaled only by a few Great Demon Generals who could confront him directly.
「...」
Abigail paused the communication, remaining silent.
She had deduced what was happening on Hyperion's end.
Hyperion had briefly crossed paths with Ulysses.
Abigail secretly rejoiced that Hyperion had sensed the danger in time and evaded Ulysses's gaze even before her warning.
Hyperion held her breath, her magic power restrained to the utmost limit, even her breathing reduced to the bare minimum, fearing she might leak the slightest trace of her presence.
"..."
Hyperion was confident in her exceptional ability to conceal herself. She was capable of completely erasing her presence even before a Great Demon; ordinarily, even an Eighth-order entity wouldn't easily detect her whereabouts.
In the distant sky.
Ulysses's movement trajectory subtly shifted.
He paused mid-air, the tip of his shoe lightly tapping the void, slowly turning his head to cast his gaze downward toward the crimson abyss.
The piercing scarlet eyes of Tenth Ancestor Marquis Ulysses, penetrating layers of buildings and obstacles, unexpectedly locked precisely onto the direction where Hyperion was concealed.
"If my guess isn't mistaken, you must be Duchess Hyperion?"
Suspended motionless in mid-air, Ulysses cast his gaze straight through the tangled void of Blood Moon City, landing directly on Hyperion's hidden refuge.
"..."
Originally believing she could soon evade Ulysses Marquis once again, Hyperion felt her blood freeze in that instant, an unprecedented sense of weightlessness engulfed her entire being.
Hyperion couldn't comprehend how her disguise had been seen through by Ulysses.
If he could distinguish her even from such a distance, then she must have long been exposed to the mental perception of the Tenth Ancestor, utterly devoid of any hiding place.
"Dear Miss, why must you scurry and hide? Why not reveal yourself so I may properly admire your beauty?"
Ulysses Marquis remained where he was, the curve of his lips growing ever more composed, as though patiently awaiting the young woman's voluntary appearance.
Around him, no trace of magic power had been released; he was merely behaving courteously by inviting her out.
Leaning against the stone wall, Hyperion struggled to calm herself, her mind racing as she formulated an escape strategy.
After a long while.
She took a deep breath.
After much deliberation, she stepped out from behind the building, directly facing Tenth Ancestor Ulysses.
In Hyperion's impression, Ulysses belonged to a less combat-oriented faction among the Blood Clan and carried an air of arrogance; at times, if he didn't deem the situation urgent, he might even engage in conversation.
Being discovered by Ulysses meant that her plan to steal Migaya from Earth Abyss Palace was essentially thwarted; he certainly wouldn't idly allow her to proceed.
But now, if she could stall Ulysses and prevent him from moving to other battlefields, it would still amount to achieving a form of containment.
"Hello, Miss Hyperion. You're even more beautiful than the photographs I've seen of you."
At this moment, as Hyperion was sizing up the Ancestor of the Blood Clan, he too noticed her gaze and returned it with a gentle, courteous smile.
Unlike other Blood Clan Ancestors, no air of danger emanated from him; his mere existence seemed to resemble a piece of natural, flawless art.
"What you've seen are bounty notices about assassinating me, aren't they?"
Hyperion sneered.
Ulysses didn't rush to capture her, and she adhered to a principle of stalling for every second she could.
"No, I'm not like them."
With his gaze fixed on Hyperion, Tenth Ancestor Ulysses seemed as if he had already begun forming a composition.
As he glanced upon the void of Blood Moon City, he happened to capture an exquisite angle—
The night sky behind her was shrouded in a peculiar mist, its faint luminosity neither the dullness of night nor the brightness of dawn but a radiance unique to Blood Moon City.
The contradictory yet harmonious interplay of light and shadow detailed the iridescent fractures of the ruins, the meandering suspended stone corridors extending endlessly to the final path where the slender young woman stood.
She appeared as though she could never escape Blood Moon City, forever trapped in eternal night, with her soul destined to descend within.
"How is it that you're able to see me?"
Hyperion instinctively felt repulsion toward Ulysses's gaze.
Back at the Demon King Palace, she had already disliked Ulysses's paintings.
Yet at the time, there had been no need for concealment, and she hadn't realized that Ulysses could so precisely locate her.
"...Indeed, you've almost managed to erase both your magic power and presence. For ordinary Eighth-order entities, it would be nearly impossible to find you."
Tenth Ancestor Marquis Ulysses smiled with genuine interest, snapping out of his musings,
"But affection is a feeling. Using inspiration and intuition, I can faintly sense you nearby."
He explained slowly.
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Upon hearing Ulysses's words, Hyperion felt a chill course through her body.
It didn't seem like this Blood Clan member was joking.
Talia had mentioned before that it would be almost impossible to locate her using rational means like magic power and aura.
That meant, to find her, there would have to exist some extraordinary perceptive mechanism involving intuition.
Thinking back carefully, Lanci also could always inexplicably locate her.
But Lanci was her cheat.
Whereas Ulysses was her nemesis.
"Could it be that we met tens of thousands of years ago?"
After pondering for a moment, Ulysses seemed to recall the reason behind his inexplicable affinity for the young woman.
Though virtually impossible, the girl before him reminded him of a flower from long ago that had withered before he could take possession of it.