ll as the rise and fall of the Demon Race.Although some parts were filled in with fictional and dramatic elements based on the author's imagination, many of the secrets behind that holy war remain unc...Chapter 423: Even Great Poets Can Get Angry

In the corridor of the fifth basement level of Herlohm Prison, the gray-haired beauty's black mist swirled like a thunderstorm, rolling in behind her. Every note she uttered carried an invisible weight. [The most complete and comprehensive updated chapters, with the most timely correction of errors, are available on the website due to caching reasons. It is recommended to browse the website using a browser.]

Standing there, the eerie eight-tiered presence was enough to make any creature tremble.

The fact that a seventh-ranked prison warden was lying on the ground was the best proof of her danger.

Her deep blue eyes were piercing and profound, her bearing radiating supreme authority and elegance, as if she could see through everything.

However, the black-haired green-eyed figure standing in the distance always maintained a calm demeanor. Her eyes were clear, and all the turmoil and pressure of the world seemed unable to reach her.

"You... know that ordinary methods can't beat me, so you're trying to act like a different person, aren't you"

The Phantom Poet of Great Love pondered for a moment, as if he had reached an answer. A gleam of surprise flashed in his eyes.

The other party did not first experience emotional fluctuations because of her, but rather she first became angry because of the other party's reaction. This is clearly the other party's scheme.

They are all the same type of demons. Compared to defeating enemies through force, they rely more on mental tactics and words.

"It takes true courage, but sometimes, even courage is not enough to change fate."

The silver-haired beauty leaned down slightly, a playful smile curving at the corner of her lips.

"……"

The black-haired, green-eyed figure said nothing.

No matter what, Lan Fu has worked hard and endured hardships by his side these years. Even if it was just Lan Fu's phantom, she didn't attack for a while, and he couldn't bear to treat her as an enemy and beat her up.

"Haha, look at your ridiculous attempt. You really think you have a chance How naive!"

The phantom great poet embraced with both hands, showing no intention of moving a finger.

Even with her rank of eight, her strength and magical prowess may not surpass that of a fifth-tier combatant.

But by her voice alone, even an eighth-rank enemy would find it hard to resist.

Besides, it's just a first-order self.

Then, how do you plan on winning

Lan Qi saw the phantom poet's great love and hesitated. Unable to bear it, he finally asked:

"You know, when your happiness reaches a thousandfold, you can no longer distinguish between pain and pleasure. And I can let you experience it repeatedly, until you die. Even if you die at my hands, you will sincerely thank me, fall in love with me."

The gray-haired beauty's finger circled her silken hair on her shoulder, saying with unwavering certainty,

"You wouldn't think I could only amplify your emotions through sound, but couldn't actively stir the desires in your heart, would you That's the absolute difference between the eighth and first levels."

"Really You still have this skill"

Lance asked curiously and with surprise.

"……”

The phantom poet of love felt that the other person still looked down on her.

"Hehehe, you can just pretend. You weak little first-tier demon. How composed you are now, how sweet the sound of your begging will be later. I'll find countless ways to make you cry and beg for mercy, completely break you."

The gray-haired beauty's eyes gradually turned cold, she didn't want to play with the other party anymore.

She lightly raised a finger, pointing at the other person, as if an invisible magic had gathered and enveloped them.

"Go crazy, you fool."

As soon as her voice faded, a dangerous aura began to swirl.

As long as she uses this magic, not only will her emotions be triggered, but even the desires deep within her heart will be awakened!

However.

One second has passed.

Two seconds past.

Five seconds have passed.

Nothing happened on the corridor.

"…"

Lan Qi still looked at the phantom great poet like a fool.

This froze the apparition poet's face.

She looked at her fingers, confirming the spell was cast correctly, then repeated it towards the other person. The other person remained unmoved.

"Why aren't you going crazy Don't you, don't you have any desires"

The Phantom Poet cried out in love, wondering why her desires didn't stir his.

Although he clearly fluctuated emotionally in response to the other person's reactions, their nerves were like steel bars, completely unmoved!

There might be, but not much. At least you can't influence me.

The black-haired, green-eyed girl took a deep breath and calmly looked at the phantom of the Great Love Poet, patiently explaining things to her.

"What kind of monster are you"

The phantom poet of great love gradually felt something was amiss. She knew very well that if she were her first-level self, she would surely fall victim to it.

It was as if some nameless, intangible thing had taken hold of her very being!

"I am a human being, and no one can deprive me of my humanity."

Lance replied.

"Human Your current will is that of an ascetic female warrior or priestess, so you're barely able to resist my enchantment"

The Phantom poet of Great Love believed that even if a human could cooperate with her true self, they would need an extremely high level of willpower.

Otherwise, her very being would be enough to turn it into a puppet, controlling its mind and completely enslaving it.

"Firstly, I'm a man. Secondly, I'm not a clergyman. And, you call that charming Every time I see you speaking with that expression, all I can think is why the old woman acts so coy…"

Lance seems to have been amused by her.

Even the greatest poets wouldn't have been able to make him laugh, but the eighth-ranked phantom poet did. Lynch had to admit she was still somewhat impressive.

“……”

The phantom poet of great love stood rooted to the spot. She didn't know exactly what the other person meant, but she only felt the utmost insult.

What is an old woman

How could she possibly fail to captivate even a single male

Doesn't he really look down on her as an eighth-rank demon race

You, you wretch! I'll beat you to your knees with my fists today, and then make you my slave!

The Phantom, overcome with anger, cried out in a furious voice.

Her proudest ability, her most powerful skill, proved utterly useless. To defeat her enemies, she was forced to resort to fists and feet—a humiliating reality for her!

I'm going to ruin you!!

The Phantom Poet's love was a shadow, unable to suppress the bitterness on her lips. Her onyx fingertips, shimmering with cold light, drew arcs in the air, aiming for the nape of the shadowy figure with raven hair and emerald eyes across from her.

Her sinister voice was soft yet chilling, echoing through the vast labyrinth. Her eyes glinted with a bloodthirsty light that sent shivers down your spine, announcing to the world her eagerness for the torment to come.

When the phantom of silver hair and azure eyes, a great poet of love, acts, his movements are as swift as lightning flashing across the night sky, so fast that one cannot keep track.

At this moment, Lanci already had an orange semi-transparent magic card in his hand. The unstable surface of the card trembled slightly, as if it existed in a space different from this world.

"Lan Fu, I'm heartbroken by this.

No one knows what expression is hidden behind that mask, at least from the eyes, he is very unwilling to defeat the great poet with his own hands.

Today, three more chapters.

(The End)

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