Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1073 - 771 Hyperion Found a Little Gray Cat

Inside the Demon King Palace, ornate with celestial motifs upon its dome, Blasphemous Lord Melogas looked at the princess on the throne with a profound sense of satisfaction.

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It is exactly this type of delicate little girl that can be firmly controlled in her hand.

Melogas no longer fixated on Huebelle, shifting her gaze to the crowd below, ensuring other members of the Demon Race did not continue to stare at her and the princess.

The Throne Hall became ever more silent.

Following that, aside from the sound of the clock’s gears turning, the two of them did not converse again.

The demons present were almost all reading the face of the Blasphemous Lord.

Just moments before, the Snow Witch had wanted to say something but was promptly silenced by a glance from Pranay.

The Throne Hall was not occupied by just the four of them from the Great Demon Clan.

It was highly probable that they had replaced the trusted confidantes of the current Demon World Princess, and that many other members of the Great Demon Clan might align more with neutrality or the Blasphemous Lord.

In the face of unclear stances from other Great Demon Clans, it was best to avoid provoking the terrifyingly powerful Blasphemous Lord.

Observing the current state of the Demon World clearly was the optimal choice.

Any mistake could lead to the failure of mission target three, which required the survival of all members.

On the other side of the seating area below,

Antanas sighed.

Well-acquainted with Huebelle, she naturally understood that Huebelle’s performance was so refined that whether it be her current fear or her previous tears, they couldn’t be more genuine; the Blasphemous Lord was gradually letting down her guard around Huebelle.

Huebelle had been a sensitive girl from the start, crying alone when her father vanished, her grief indescribable in the moment she learned of Calila’s demise.

After spending a long time with Lanci, she realized that the best strategy to ensure her survival was to play it safe, not to bring about hazardous rhythms, waiting to rendezvous with Lanci was a surefire path to victory.

According to the timelines foretold by the Goddess of Destiny, when Huebelle faced an insurmountable foe, she had almost no power to resist and would quickly perish.

All this had made it clear to Huebelle how to win the game.

The ultimate solution was to wait for her brother Lanci to fight, not to engage in any risky antics herself.

Therefore, her deck gradually shifted from offensive to defensive; she learned the way to survive by feigning weakness to confound the enemy.

But of course, some may not understand.

Even bemoaning that Huebelle was a useless princess.

Atop the throne.

"…"

Huebelle was wiping her tears on her own.

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Seeing that her teacher, the Snow Witch, and Pranay had come to a consensus of watchful waiting, Huebelle felt relieved.

Antanas and Sinola had always taken cues from Pranay’s actions, and the temperament of the Snow Witch was even more predictable.

The teacher could not defeat the Blasphemous Lord—setting aside that the Blasphemous Lord herself possessed at least the strength of the Cardinal Bishops, as Blasphemous Lord marked by the six seals, she could unleash powerful special attacks on the other Great Demon Clans, and even if all four banded together, they would face considerable danger.

There might also be many members of the Great Demon Clan in the Throne Hall who supported the Blasphemous Lord.

Although Huebelle harbored anger within her, knowing it was the Blasphemous Lord who had stolen Calila’s victorious results to mount the position of the Regent, she was clear that only by appearing weak and helpless could she earn the trust of the Blasphemous Lord.

Mission target one reminded her to protect the Small Spark left by Calila.

She would not act hastily before locating its trail.

"It seems that it’s about time."

Blasphemous Lord Melogas, now in the role of the Regent, overlooked the entire Throne Hall.

Her tall figure was silhouetted in a black robe that sculpted seductive curves, yet exuded a chilling aura of death; her smoky purple eyes flickered with a soul-piercing sharpness.

Melogas’s lips curled up slightly, revealing a smile fraught with meaning.

At the instant the bell rang, she elegantly waved her hand, her fingertips dancing with purple flames, and suddenly a terrifying screeching sound filled the Throne Hall, phantoms flickered, sealing off the exits.

Many of the Demon Race shuddered involuntarily, their heads bowed even lower.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I have convened you all here today just to announce one important piece of news, which pertains to the upcoming transformation of our Demon World."

Melogas surveyed her surroundings, her gaze piercing through every member of the Demon Race like a sharp, icy blade,

"I believe many of you have already guessed."

She started to speak slowly, her voice melodious and appealing, yet imbued with an authoritative assertiveness.

"..."

Below there was pin-drop silence; no demon dared to respond.

"Indeed, Fallen Lord Calila is no more. From now on, there is no Fallen Lord in the Demon World, and I, the Blasphemous Lord, will fulfill Calila’s responsibilities, continuing to support Her Highness the Princess to lead the Demon World into a new era of glory that is soon to come."

Melogas sneered and continued,

"In Calila’s era, we were forced to sign the disgraceful North-South Contract in the history of the Demon Race with the Blood Clan, almost losing the Princess to them. But I am different; under my command, both the Huo Ning Empire and the Blood Clan have been repelled to the south. This signifies that we possess the strength to become the overlord of this world, and it is only because of Calila’s incompetence that we have the current world order."

As she spoke, she turned her gaze, watching Huebelle’s expressions.

"Melogas, this is too much! You shouldn’t..."

Finally, an elderly member of the Demon Race rose from their seat below, accusing Melogas’s remarks.

But before he fully rose,

A thread-like magic power pierced through his body, and it exploded, leaving nothing but a spray of blood scattered like stars amidst the rain, tracing over the horror-stricken faces of surrounding demons, drenched in debris.