Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1072 - 770: Hyperion Feels like It’s Blooming for the Second Time_3

Hyperion read to this point and finally let out a breath of relief.

The Shadow World’s prompts she saw must be about Miss Witch’s perspectives in this twelve-year story on the projected timeline.

"Under the desperate protection of Fallen Lord Calila, you who should have died in deep autumn many years ago have lived once more."

"Your survival ultimately brought no change, those destined to fail still fail, and those destined to win still win. You know you shouldn’t be a burden on him, you could only watch him moving further and further away."

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"You know he’s tough as dark steel, pure-hearted as liuli, before the end of the chaotic world, he won’t waver. No matter how much Destiny takes from him, nothing can stop his might, and you’re destined to fall behind him."

"And your promise to yourself is to survive, waiting for the day he returns, to keep a piece of your soul’s sanctuary for him forever, which is the most important thing you can do for him."

"Three years ago, the Polante Empire and the northern countries it led won."

"Yet you still haven’t been able to wait for his return."

"You’re very worried, you don’t understand what exactly is happening to him now."

"But you’re in no position to care for yourself, with recent turmoil in the Demon World, you need his help too. You can only try to find him."

"[Mission Objective 1: Protect the Small Spark left by Calila.]"

"[Mission Objective 2: Understand the sentiment of Black Sun Lankros. (Incomplete)]"

"[Mission Objective 3: Ensure all Challengers survive until the 21-day limit is up.]"

"[...]"

"...?"

After reading, a shiver ran through Hyperion’s heart.

The Small Spark left by Calila?

What happened to Calila?

She was utterly confused by the second mission’s content, without a doubt, the first mission target was hers.

"Excuse me, Fallen Lord Calila..."

As Hyperion contemplated, she became increasingly anxious and finally couldn’t resist querying the Great Demon Clan member behind her, her tone slightly timid.

"Forget about Calila, she’s history now. At this moment, you only need to remember my name, Blasphemous Lord Melogas."

Scorpion Tail Great Demon Clan stated proudly, the tone filled with the domineering spirit of an absolute Powerful One,

"Now I am the only Regent of the Demon Race, they are not."

She looked down at her courtiers with a slight, malicious smile.

Hyperion was startled for a moment.

Calila, a thing of the past?

She struggled to hold back her welling tears, pursing her lips, her eyes shimmered with hot tears, and finally, she couldn’t stop the droplets from falling.

She couldn’t accept this fact.

Coming to the Shadow World in this era, her greatest hope was to see Calila.

Yet, just as she arrived twelve years later, Calila was gone forever.

"I don’t want to not see Calila..."

She sobbed pitifully, with tears falling drop by drop onto her hands that clutched her dress tightly.

"Your Highness, I believe I told you not to mention Calila in front of me again. Was that an act of challenging my authority just now?"

Melogas gave a sinister smile and leaned over to stare daggers at Hyperion, his snakelike gaze inducing palpitations.

"..."

Hyperion’s crying abruptly stopped, her pupils locked so tight by Melogas she couldn’t move.

She tensed up as if plummeting into an ice cave, never having encountered such a terrifying Female Demon and that chilling Magic Power.

For that moment, she felt that if she continued to provoke the Blasphemy Lord, she might be given a punishment far worse than death right then and there.

"Don’t be afraid, Your Highness, how could I harm you? After all, I am your aunt."

Blasphemous Lord Melogas switched to a mask-like smile, telling Hyperion,

"As long as you obey me obediently, you will be my good girl, and no one can take you away from me..."