Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1376 - 839: Meeting Frey Ends the Drama

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Amidst the chaos of collapsing floating structures in the Mist Zone of Blood Moon City.

"What I want to say, Ulysses, is that you're pitiful."

Hyperion looked at Ulysses mockingly, as if telling him that her life was as effortless as a flick of her hand and that she wouldn't waste a glance on someone as pathetic as Ulysses.

Ulysses's frenzied mindset at this moment was no longer capable of perfectly controlling his summon.

"I don't agree! No one would ever love someone like you! If he loves you in your evil form, then he would never love you in your pure, snow-like form. You're lying to me."

Ulysses's face twisted, his eyes ablaze with a fury that could burn everything to ashes. Blood Clan magic power surged around his body, so intense that it distorted the space surrounding him.

The girl's Demon Race visage couldn't hide the emotion on her cheeks—it was evident.

There was indeed such a man who had opened her heart.

She didn't seem to be lying. freewёbnoνel.com

"Keep fighting, and you invaders will only transition from rapid death to slow death!"

Ulysses's finger became a paintbrush, the tip drenched in blood as he recklessly painted in the void. With every stroke, flames erupted, crimson abysses roared with fire, and within moments, the floating structure Hyperion was on was engulfed entirely.

No one could break the situation!

Once the Scorpion Tail Witch—exhausted from pushing herself to stop him—reaches her limit, it will mean collapse starting anew!

Scarlet tongues of flame writhed and sprawled like living creatures, greedily devouring everything.

At the heart of the fire, Hyperion sprinted coldly, amber mist drifting from the corners of her eyes.

Her steps felt as if she were treading on blades, the flames ready to swallow her whole at any moment.

As Ulysses readied to chase and attack, Hyperion moved first. At an unimaginable speed, she transformed into a shadowy blur and swept forward, closing the gap to Ulysses in an instant.

Before the Tenth Ancestor Ulysses could react, Hyperion's Scorpion Tail Dagger aimed directly at his head with such force as if trying to tear off Ulysses's face alive!

Ulysses barely tilted his head to avoid it, but Hyperion still managed to slash his cheek, causing blood to spill instantly.

Hyperion didn't intend to stop.

She grinned, smile twisted and eerie, her eyes gleaming with an unsettling cold light.

Hyperion gripped her ancestral Scorpion Tail Dagger tightly, stabbing towards Ulysses's head repeatedly. No matter how the blood splattered, her increasingly crazed gaze remained unwavering.

As they clashed, the surrounding buildings collapsed more and more, rumbling noises filled the void, debris rained down like droplets, and the raging inferno threatened to consume everything at any moment.

"You crazy… psychopath!!"

Ulysses's eyes flickered with a trace of hesitation before he gritted his teeth, letting the magic power around him surge explosively, unleashing a wave of blood energy that forcefully pushed Hyperion away.

He was forced to recall most of the effort and magic power he had invested in Blood Eagle and Blood Bear, but the blood he had split away couldn't return yet. Even recovering them wouldn't happen quickly.

Hyperion was caught off guard by the near-field telekinetic force and was flung far away, landing heavily on the distant shattered ruins before finally stopping.

"Protect… friends…"

Hyperion rose unsteadily, seemingly unconcerned about her pain.

Her gaze locked tightly on Ulysses, her eyes containing nothing but an unwavering intent to kill.

"Fall for me! You dirty, disgusting thing!"

Even Ulysses, faced with this suddenly stronger Hyperion, was somewhat caught off guard.

His multi-threaded battle left his main body weakened significantly, even allowing someone like this Miss Duchess to land a hit on him.

Blood mist surged around Ulysses as he sought to manipulate the waves of Blood King's Divine Fire he had painted, intending to convert it into energy under his control.

Hyperion, feeling the suffocating heat suffusing the Mist Zone, understood that Ulysses was now battling with even greater force than before.

"Then let's see who falls first."

Hyperion's gaze at this moment was as sharp as a blade. She tilted her head back and let out a long howl—a Blasphemy Lord's Demon Sound battle cry—before lunging forward with her right hand outstretched, her fingers hooked and glinting with razor-sharp cold light.

Ulysses, seeing that Hyperion was not afraid and even charging at him again, froze briefly before erupting in rage.

He was the illustrious Tenth Ancestor—when had he ever been so provoked by such an opponent?

Ulysses's scarlet eyes burned with fury, the waves of Blood King's Divine Fire around him roared and turned into fiery serpents, sweeping forward to tear the Scorpion Tail Witch to shreds.

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On the southwest side of Blood Moon City.

On the Hall of Annihilation, smoke hung heavily, flames reached to the sky.

The silhouettes of Marquis Somerset and Blood Bear stood proudly in the center of the battlefield.

Each strike they unleashed carried destructive force, ripping the earth apart and pulverizing stone.

Antanas and Sinola were gravely injured, and Pranay was on the verge of death, buried beneath the ruins.

Just as the three Great Demon Clan beings were about to be completely crushed, the blood-red enormous bear seemed to lose its strings, its movements becoming sluggish and stiff. Its massive body swayed precariously, the ferocious glint in its eyes gradually dimming.

It lost its attack target, gazing blankly around.

"Ulysses?"

Marquis Somerset noticed the anomaly in the giant bear beside him and glanced sideways in confusion.

At this moment of life and death, Antanas inexplicably found the strength to crawl up again from the debris.

Covered head-to-toe in blood, she gritted her teeth, endured the immense pain, and began casting healing and shielding magic.

In the rubble behind Somerset, the heavily injured and dying Sinola, sprawled flat on the ground, saw Antanas's actions. After being healed, she felt as though her shattered hands and legs could move again.