Don't Confiscate My Citizenship Chapter 580

Chapter 580 Hyperion's Golden Moment

　　Starlight is projected on the dome carved by ancient craftsmen, reflecting each other with the immortal crystal chandelier.

The orange brilliance blooming from the gradually empty gold cabinet in the Regent Hall instantly made the entire Regent Hall fall into silence.

 The expression of Fallen Lord Kaliera, who unsealed the painting from the gold cabinet that had bottomed out, also froze slightly.

  【Portrait·On a starry night】

  【Type: Artwork】

  【Level: Epic】

  【Rank: 1】

　　【The creature that appreciates this painting will consume a small amount of physical strength and energy, feel awe of the princess in the painting, and have a chance of gaining some artistic insights, only once. 】

The enthusiasm of the demon clan dignitaries was like a flame extinguished by a huge wave.

Silence intertwined with a bright and supreme orange magic light, filling the hall.

This painting skillfully captures a unique and mysterious moment in the demonic world on the morning of a solar eclipse—

The sky was shrouded in a strange dark light. This light was neither the dimness of night nor the brightness of dawn, but the blurred brilliance in between.

 The contradictory yet harmonious light and shadow effects render the square and steps in front of the palace in detail. The steps are meandering and extending, guiding the viewer's eyes deeper into the picture.

This is exactly what the princess looked like when she made her public appearance in the Demon World a week ago.

But it seemed that she could never get out of this solar eclipse, and could only be trapped in the eternal night. A sense of oppression and suffocation came over her face, making the demons subconsciously want to look away, but they could not look away from the painting. Extricate yourself, as if your soul is about to fall into it.

 Obviously, such an intention can only come from the tenth ancestor of the vampire family, Marquis Ulises.

 “Epic?”

The demons swallowed their saliva and turned their attention to the Vampires on the seats at the end of the Regency Hall.

The tenth ancestor just put his hands on his knees and smiled lightly, seemingly not paying attention to the looks of these demons.

He looked at the princess a little, as if asking, is Your Highness satisfied with this painting?

Although the oppressive feeling of the picture may make the princess feel uncomfortable.

 But in the rules set in advance, its epic level is destined, and the princess cannot explicitly choose a lower-level sacred level.

 The expression of Fallen Kaliela did not change, and the blood vessels on the back of his hands began to tremble slightly.

The reason why she didn't change the princess' choice of topic by her own will was that on the one hand she wanted to avoid a fight. Even if she chose the simplest fight, the blood clan might still win. On the other hand, she wanted to save face for her old friends. This was the last chance of the royal family. Dignity, on the other hand, is the belief in destiny. If the demon clan wants to fight against the stronger vampire clan, it is a matter of gambling on the fate of the country.

 Finally, the princess chose the painting by accident.

 The Vampire Clan happened to have a marquis, the tenth ancestor.

 Epic paintings cannot be matched by any artist in the devil world today.

Whether it is the degree of completion, the speed of painting, or the level, they all completely crushed the Qing Mist and the Qing Zhen Ye who Kaliela believed could win.

 His paintings have reached another realm that does not belong to this era, and he is worthy of the name of the strongest painter in the world.

 Sure enough, even fate is on the side of the vampires.

A sense of powerlessness filled her heart inexplicably.

Situation like this only made Kaliela feel that in this blood moon era favored by the gods, the demon clan's victory over the powerful blood clan seemed like a failure and was out of reach.

“Why is it so quiet? Is this a library?”

The Vampire Viscount accompanying the Vampire Envoy could not help but tremble slightly in his shoulders.

“Don't you have any thoughts about Lord Ulises's paintings?”

He looked around the hall, as if he was laughing at the previous arrogance of the demons. He tried his best to appreciate the paintings of a mere sacred grade, but he didn't realize that they had already lost completely.

Hearing this, many demon celebrities looked angrily at the center of the fan-shaped seats, the area belonging to the vampires, but were speechless.

Over the years, the demons have long learned to be humble and patient with the vampires.

 This is the bargaining chip for peace.

“None of you demons dare to evaluate the works of Marquis Ulises, or are you simply incapable of appreciating paintings of this caliber?”

 The fourth ancestor, Duke Eduardo, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke under his gray robe.

The voice was as low and hoarse as an ancient stone mill.

 He needs the demons to show respect to the vampires.

 At no time, the demons must not forget their position.

 “This old man…”

Mist Lord Orion couldn't bear this kind of humiliation, even if the other party was a ninth-level blood race Duke, he stood up and wanted to scold the other party to restrain himself, but his hand was grabbed by Esmode, the True Night Lord next to him.

The blue eyes seemed to dim a little, as if they had lost their confidence, but they were still rational.

Getting angry rashly at this time will only make the demons more embarrassed.

 Mist Qing Orion thought about it for a while, his anger seemed to be calmed down by Zhen Yeqing, and he finally sat down.

 The Regency Hall was silent for a long time.

Eduardo, the fourth ancestor, slowly looked at the princess on the throne opposite with his turbid blood eyes, raised his staff and pointed it at her.

  Meaning, if there is no demon to answer, please come and comment on Ulises's painting.

This kind of aggressiveness and intimidation finally made many demons feel scared.

 Calliera remained silent, and they did not dare to say anything.

Without the protection of the fallen Lord Kaliera, they would be as vulnerable as ants in front of the fourth ancestor Eduardo, and they would not have the life to offend this ninth-level vampire.

Once the princess answers, whether she praises or denigrates the painting, it will appear that their demon clan has been completely defeated—

 Praise means surrender, belittling means being rude, and not answering means ignorance.

 Lei Mingqing lowered his head and clenched his fists, making a sound like bones.

 He had long known that this group of vampires came to the demon world with a condescending attitude.

Since the signing of the "North-South Contract", the demons have never really raised their heads in front of the vampires. Now even the vampire viscount dares to laugh at their demons.

"It's called [On a night when the stars are falling]. The sky in the demon world is shrouded in a strange dark light, as if the night has not completely faded but is revealing the dawn that cannot come. In this mysterious and contradictory light and shadow, the palace In the front square, the steps spread out, and the magnificent princess slowly walked down. Her long silver hair fell naturally and covered her light blue dress smoothly. There were no stars in the night sky. The real star was her."

A sudden clear voice echoed in the silent Regency Hall. Lei Mingqing followed the source of the voice in confusion and looked at the calm and calm glowing demon next to him.

 I saw McCarthy speaking out.

"She has a peerless face that I can't forget after just one glance. Her eyes are clear and proud. They are the most beautiful amber in the world. Whether they are sad or joyful, with a hint of joy or regret, they will touch the hearts of the viewers, maybe... The lingering short songs of summer, perhaps the rustling mountain breeze in autumn, or the ever-changing starry sky, with just one glance, only her figure will remain in my mind."

Lanci looked at this epic painting and narrated it like a poem. Hearing this, the fourth ancestor Eduardo temporarily took back his cane.

 He glanced at Lan Qi one more time.

 He has the tolerance of a winner.

 Today it seems that there is no need to use the second plan.

  You can take away the last princess of the demon clan and turn her into a pitiful plaything of the vampire clan.

 Lan Qi's on-the-spot evaluation made all the demons present heave a sigh of relief.

 “As expected of Mr. McCarthy.”

 “His words were full of sincere praise, but all the praise was directed to the princess.”

 “Isn't it that he praised a little too much...?”

Small whispers reappeared, and the expressions of many demon clan dignitaries also softened slightly.

Huberlian was the only one who couldn't hold back after hearing what Lan Qi said.

 “How can I say it so beautifully as you do…”

Hyperion clutched her skirt and muttered silently, her heart beating rapidly.

She took a deep breath, knowing that she couldn't panic in front of Lan Qi at this time, and used her skilled spy skills to return to a calm state.

 At this time, the fallen minister Kaliela beside the throne had been quiet for a long time.

 Since the hall suddenly became silent, she seemed to be tired at last.

So what if you avoid the humiliation after defeat? What cannot be changed is the outcome of defeat.

Today, in order to wait for the opportunity, the demon clan lost the princess according to the rules. What will they lose next time?

 “Mr. Fall, there is another painting.”

Hyperion's command sounded in Kaliela's ears.

 “Your Highness…”

 Calliera looked sideways and saw that the princess at this moment was even more calm than she was.

 Only at this moment, the princess's attitude seemed to be that she firmly believed that the demons had not lost.

 The princess is very brave, braver than she imagined. At this time, she is the most determined demon.

 Originally, Kaliela thought this was a useless princess, but now she began to feel that she had made a mistake. This witch had the courage to be a master worthy of the position of a demon princess.

 “Okay, I'll accompany you on the last journey.”

Falling Lord Kaliera nodded and responded.

 As the host, she is naturally obliged to complete the process.

Even if there is only the last sealed painting lying in the gold cabinet at this time, the probability of their demon clan losing the princess is not zero.

 “Is there any need to humiliate yourself, Kaliela?”

The fourth ancestor, Duke Eduardo, looked at the fallen minister who was moving again in front of the throne, and asked with his cane.

As the work placed at the bottom of the gold cabinet, this painting was submitted even earlier than the painting by the tenth ancestor, Marquis Ulisses. It is most likely a perfunctory work similar to Lei Mingqing's.

"The ancient legendary craftsmen of the Demon World have lost, and it is impossible to find a great Demon Clan in the Demon World today who is more artistically accomplished than Zhen Yeqing. It would be too optimistic to say that the Demon Clan still has a one-in-10,000 chance of struggling. ”

The accompanying Vampire Viscount couldn't help but shook his head and said.

The rays of magic intertwined gradually converged, leaving only the bright and only orange brilliance of the tenth ancestor [on a starry night], like a lonely star singing alone.

The noise from the seats where the demon clan dignitaries were seated seemed to have been quietly put away by an invisible hand, causing the entire Regent Hall to fall into an almost solemn silence.

Those once subtle whispers have completely disappeared at this moment, and even the air between the originally proud Miwuqing and Zhenyeqing has almost solidified.

Many demons are unwilling to look at the gold cabinet anymore, waiting for the laughter of the vampires that means the end of everything.

 Calliera used magic power to pull up this painting that had been put into the gold cabinet earlier than Ulises, the tenth ancestor of the vampire race.

At this moment, Luo Qing seemed to sense something, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and hope seemed to be rekindled in her pupils.

 A blazing orange light suddenly burst out from the gold cabinet!

The light spots flowed in all directions, forming golden totems in the air. The light mist spread all around like a blessing, covering the entire hall at once, awakening the dim eyes of the demons that were covered by dark clouds.

 Only seen in the painting—

Looking from a distance, you can see ripples on the water of the winding canal, reflecting the reflection of the setting sun.

 The sunset in the sky becomes the background color.

 The girl in the painting, her face, lights up the world.

 Her cheeks and behind her are a sky intertwined with pink and orange. The autumn water waves are so dazzling that you can see her brilliance without the need for light. In her golden hour, time seems to have stopped for her.

  【Portrait·Her Golden Moment】

  【Type: Artwork】

  【Level: Epic】

  【Rank: 1】

　　【The creature that admires this painting will recover a small amount of mental and physical strength, and its trust in the girl in the painting will increase. There is a chance that the upper limit of the trace magic attribute will be permanently increased, only once. 】

At this time, there is no need for any evaluation. The demons went from being stunned to standing up and shouting in just one second!

Even Kaliela smiled with relief.

 “Who painted this?”

The demons stood excitedly, looking around the regency hall, looking for the figure of their creator.

However.

 When they followed the princess's eyes.

 All the answers are revealed—

 That mysterious wealthy businessman.

  With the princess.

 Looking at each other from a distance.

 The world around them seemed to disappear, leaving only the two of them.

 Immerse yourself in this beautiful and eternal moment.

Having coded more than 10,000 words, I feel dizzy from exhaustion at night

 (End of this chapter)

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