Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1209 - 801: Not Black Sun Lord, It’s Madly in Love Lord_7

"I have consumed your flesh and blood, I owe you some fluid in return. Let us balance our nutrition, that would only be proper etiquette."

Blasphemous Lord Melogast swayed her scorpion tail, the needlepoint oozing deep purple poison.

"If possible, I really wouldn't want to face you."

Heratier endured the excruciating pain from her wounds and her own disgust as she once again raised her pitch-black rod.

Battling the Demon Regent Melogas not only involves facing the strongest pressure from today's Demon Race but also physical discomfort due to this opponent's endless desires and indecency.

The Seventh Ancestor knew that she couldn't win against Blasphemous Lord Melogast in a head-on fight.

Her duty was to hold Melogast at the Piercing Cold Hall, providing opportunities for the Hall of Annihilation and Soul Hall, especially for the critical Blood King Palace.

The Seventh Primogenitor, Heratier, swung her rod, and suddenly the walls of the hall began to shift, with numerous ice pillars protruding from the ground and walls. The Ice Cone Formation constantly changed positions, covering Melogas.

"I'm not in the mood to fight you either! If you know what's good, just leave!"

Melogas sneered and flung her scorpion tail, firing an electric cocoon-wrapped purple magic energy cannon from it, which instantly shattered the Ice Cone Formation.

But at that moment, the ground suddenly cracked open, and cold air burst forth from the cracks, swiftly enveloping Melogas.

Melogas felt as if her body was being cut by numerous sharp ice blades, the cold biting to the bone, causing even her bones to tremble.

Her movements gradually slowed down, as if she were frozen.

Seeing Melogas frozen, Heratier knew Blood Moon City's defense mechanism was in effect.

She forced herself to stand up. The blood moon in the dome of the Piercing Cold Hall emitted a gentle blood light that covered Heratier.

Under the light of the blood moon, Heratier's mana began to recover, and her complexion slowly regained its color.

...

On the northern side of Blood Moon City, in the Soul Hall, it had become a battlefield.

Inside the dark hall, countless wailing souls moaned, walls hung with rusty chains and shackles, and the floor was scattered with sinister white bones.

Outside the hall lay a desolate land, the ground covered with charred cracks, as if the earth itself could not bear the resentment here.

The sky was masked in darkness, all light obscured, except for a blood-red moon, transforming into an evil eye, overseeing the world.

The hall itself was a tomb, its walls and floor made of pitch-black stones, carved with twisted faces, surrounded by blood-red ghost fire flickering in the darkness.

In the center of the hall, the altar emitted a strange purple light, surrounded by dark stone pillars with a rusty and cracked iron bell hanging in the middle, weakening intruders with each toll.

It was here in the Soul Hall that the Ninth Progenitor Marquis Bainhardt and Wanwei Baron Oglin engaged in a desperate fight.

Wanwei Baron Oglin, donned in chain-mail light armor, bearing a dozen weapons, a Demon Sword Saint of the slashing attribute, enhancing his weapons with other properties.

"General Oglin, let's see who's more skilled. I've been eager to see the strength of the top commander of the Demon Army Group!"

When the Ninth Progenitor Marquis Bainhardt transformed into a creature covered in eyeballs, the entire Soul Hall began to shake, the ground cracked, and stones peeled from the walls.

Countless ghosts erupted from the ground and walls, emitting harsh screams, circling above the hall.

The runes on the altar became even brighter, with purple lightning streaking across the sky, crackling through the air, causing the stone pillars surrounding the altar to shake, the chains around them rattling with a piercing noise.

"Power gained by devouring others ultimately isn't your own."

The Demon Sword Saint Oglin drew a semi-transparent shortsword from his waist.

Each strike he made seemed to tear through space, leaving cracks in reality where distorted scenes flickered, similar to a shattered mirror.

Despite countless undead spirits unleashed by the Ninth Progenitor Bainhardt towards Wanwei Baron Oglin, his Wanwei Sword Qi blew them all away, unscathed.

"Wanwei Baron! In my view, you ascetics are the most foolish. Hand over your power to me."

The Ninth Progenitor Marquis Bainhardt's numerous eyeballs on his body ceaselessly spun, and he spread his arms wide as countless ghosts surged around him, coalescing into a giant maw diving at Great Demon General Wanwei Baron Oglin.

"The power you have, can you endure it?"

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Wanwei Baron Oglin's weapon transformed into a silver-white mace, the blade tip flickering with thunderlight.

Facing Bainhardt's dozens of Magic Eyes, he stood unshaken, merely swinging the blunt instrument squarely down, sparks flying.

Each thunderbolt could shatter the earth.

This forced the Ninth Progenitor Marquis Bainhardt into a paralyzed and dazed state, slowing his attacks while dealing with the potentially fatal counterattack from Wanwei Baron.

But the Ninth Progenitor Bainhardt had an infinite repertoire of spells to use, quickly summoning multiple huge eyes in the sky, with crossing rays encircling Oglin.

Wanwei Baron Oglin returned the thunderous blunt instrument to his waist, drawing a red longsword, his skin turning deep red as if ignited by the sword.

The flames on his longsword danced fiercely, the blade flickering with intense red light, as if forged by raging flames.