stood a comfortable wicker chair, beside it on the glass tea table lay a half-read book. A fragrant breeze drifted past, caressing Lance's cheeks, as if trying to blow away his drowsiness."Lance, it'...Chapter 424: Lance Didn't Treat Her as a Person at All.

The Phantom Poet noticed the magic cards in the other person's hand.

Its unique texture makes it appear both ethereal and ephemeral. The flowing patterns on the card seem to pulse with a life of their own, as if suspended between the realms of reality and non-reality.

She gradually started to understand why she didn't have any usable magic cards on her.

Even at the eighth stage, her soul space was an unusual state, unable to bind any magic cards. The opponent, however, clearly held magic cards given to them by someone else.

"You think you can beat me with someone else's magic cards"

The Phantom Great Love Poet is very sure this is a summoning card, and it's not of high rank.

As long as the opponent dares to summon, her presence can instantly render any unowned summoned creature out of control.

Besides, even if she were weak in terms of martial arts, she could still kill a low-level summoned creature with every punch.

> "……"

Lanche's eyes held a look of pity, and he didn't respond to her. He let go of his hand, and the magic card suddenly shone brightly.

It differs from ordinary magic cards, more like a tangled spiral. As power is released, those spirals separate and converge into a huge vortex.

The runes glowing around the labyrinth corridor were warped, drawn in, and even ripped apart by this vortex.

After the vortex stabilized rapidly, a crack opened in its center, revealing its true form—a gigantic wolf. It was surrounded by crimson runes that resembled temporal rifts, weaving across its dark and profound body.

The red lines on its body are like the power of creation, each one flashing and breathing, as if connecting a rift to another dimension.

At the apparition of this summoned creature, the phantom poet merely gave a dismissive smile.

Although she couldn't determine the wolf's specific type for now, as a powerful Eighth Rank Great Demon, how could she be stopped by a mere Fourth Rank summon!

However, the next second, when the giant wolf’s paw slammed down towards the Phantom Beloved Poet, the Phantom Beloved Poet, who had originally planned to crush it directly, suddenly let out a piercing scream.

The moment she touched the giant wolf, her eyes were filled with terror. She felt like her arm was about to be burned and melted away.

"Oh, it hurts so much! It hurts so much!"

The phantom poet of great love clutched his arm, and instantly wanted to flee back.

But the giant wolf's body was too large, and at this moment it had already fiercely slammed its claw down, until the phantom Great Love Poet was pressed firmly to the ground.

"No! It hurts so much!!"

She struggled to escape, but under the nuclear wolf's giant claws, her back was constantly being burned and melted, crying out in pain.

"Alas, you likely don't even realize it yourself, but besides your spirit-like nature, you also possess the attributes of a summoner."

Lance walked up to the Shadow Beloved Poet, looking down at her on the ground and said sadly.

He never thought there would come a day when he would have to fight to the death with a great poet.

What on earth are you going to do

The gray-haired poet's voice trembled, tears welling up from behind her tightly shut eyelids. Her sobs were becoming increasingly fragmented.

"I could only weep and remove you from the trials."

Ranch wiped his eyes, turned his gaze aside, and said.

He knew this cunning demon, the "great love poet," that no matter how pitifully she acted, it was just crocodile tears. He couldn't believe her or be soft-hearted towards her, otherwise he would make a fatal mistake.

The grey-haired, kindhearted poet struggled to lift her head, finding the creature before her terrifyingly intimidating. Even though its magic songs had a weaker effect on her emotions than others, and it hadn't even removed its mask yet, she felt an overwhelming sense of fear in this moment.

"I... I was wrong, please don't!"

The gray-haired poet's every quick breath seemed to devour her fragile courage, her voice gradually fading until it was barely audible, only sporadic sobs remained.

"Please forgive me... I was wrong!"

But Lanchi didn't say much. The fusion wolf opened its maw wide, and the Phantom Great Love Poet was instantly forcibly twisted and sealed, ultimately becoming a magic card imprinted with pitch-black petals.

In a moment, the card that shouldn't exist dissipated and returned to the magic of the fifth-layer labyrinth barrier.

As the phantom poet of great love was sealed and vanished completely, an echo like thunder reverberated through the corridor.

Dark clouds and flashes of deep blue lightning continuously gathered, shrouding the figure with black hair and green eyes.

At the center of the labyrinthine corridor, the once solid barrier of magical energy began to ripple like disturbed water. It seemed as though some unseen rule had been touched, setting this chain of events in motion.

The talismans on the surrounding walls flickered at an increasingly rapid pace, enveloped in a layer of hallucinatory mist.

The immense magical energy gathering in the air, this power not only carried a similar wave to the 【Hopeless Annihilation War】 but was deeper and more terrifying, like the source power of the supreme demon realm.

The black-haired, green-eyed great love poet was surrounded by a deep blue aura. Magic gathered and wove in the air, at the same time, deep blue lightning and swirling black mist suddenly surged into his brow.

The magic was constantly growing stronger and taking shape, and everyone else in the other levels of the labyrinth corridors felt a sense of oppression.

I wonder what happened down here in this negative fifth layer.

Throughout the entire process, the great love poet was protected by an invisible force. The surrounding space formed an isolated domain.

Until the numbers faded, those lights and magic contracted rapidly, finally condensing at the center of the Great Love Poet's brow, forming a deep blue seal.

Mark of Hopelessness

Category: Soul Imprint

Grade: Orange Epic

Class: 1

Passive effect: All summoned creatures and familiars gain a small boost.

Note: Unwavering Satyia's acknowledgment.

The great poet, with eyes finally closed and then slowly opening again, still gazed with composure.

For a moment, within the depths of its pupils, a flurry of superimposed translucent lights flickered across.

That was the three seals he had obtained, now connected and combined into a completely different magical circuit.

And the demonic aura emanating from him truly underwent a metamorphosis. The moment his eyes opened, it became particularly intense. Should his soul possess him, even the body of a great lover like Da Ai Shi would exhibit the traits of a powerful demon.

But soon, the aura of the Demon Clan was once again concealed by magic.

"Without the trials of ancestry or recognition from a contemporary Demon King, would one simply become an 'Unnamed Great Demon'"

Ranch felt the change, mumbling to himself.

For the demon race, "The Nameless Demon" is a taboo existence because even demons are unwilling to acknowledge such powerful demons. Their danger often surpasses that of regular demons.

He has no title, meaning he cannot bestow titles upon other demons. Otherwise, there is no difference.

But he will become a nameless great demon, mainly due to the times, not his own problems. He has always liked to follow the script.

(End of the chapter)

[ ]s.After arriving in the Northern Continent, Lance repeatedly confirmed that the Protoss Empire currently has 17 provinces.... But a year later, the Protoss Empire's territory had changed, with only 15...