ths of getting to know Lance, she gradually realized that this boy's thoughts and personality were somewhat unusual.But only now was she finally sure.This guy is definitely a little off!Staying by his...Chapter 422: Ranchi Received a Dueling Request from the Grand Poet

Melissa's breath now was sometimes faint and weak, at other times sharp with urgency and anxiety.

In her eyes, there was an emotion mixed with despair, pleading, and pain.

The more he talked with this girl with black hair and green eyes, the more his brain felt like it was blank.

"……"

Lanche originally planned that when he was alone, he would try to summon the strongest phantom, the Great Love Poet. Then he would spar with her. If he could win, maybe before he met up with Huberlian and Antanas, he could become a new Great Demon himself.

Now the result is that a prison warden has unfortunately become addicted to the Great Love Poet, and he's even been forced to summon the phantom of the Great Love Poet.

Currently, general attempts at appeasement seem to be ineffective in calming the warden's emotions. Continuing to speak with her or delaying the situation further could lead to her completely losing her composure.

"The poet of great love is truly a villain, turning such a fine prison warden into this."

Lance sighed inwardly.

Now, the only thing that helps Officer Melissa is "Ferrara's Emotional Regulation Technique."

And then I'll be able to strike harder, with all my might, and suppress that demon, that crooked and wicked devil of a poet.

As Ranchi's battle intent intensified, the barrier magic on the fifth floor began to surge, as if gathering towards the distance, about to give birth to a terrifying phantom monster.

Melissa, the jailer, was certain that Black Hair Green Eyes had finally begun to comply with her instructions. Her gaze seemed to have found peace from a swirling chaos.

At this moment, her whole world revolved around the anticipation and joy of that instant.

Even though no new figures appeared on the corridor where the two stood, a chill and heavy sense of oppression hung in the air.

Next, at the end of the corridor, a black mist began to gather gradually, swirling slowly. The mist spread on the ground like a tide, eerie and murky. After a long time, a slender figure emerged from its depths, barely visible.

Melissa the warden immediately focused on the past.

Only a figure of a gray-haired girl could be seen, her long hair swaying gently. She wore the same mask on her lower jaw as the black-haired girl, but the bright smile in her gray-haired figure's eyes was completely different.

Alluring blue eyes, like flames dancing in the mist, glimmered with an otherworldly charm. They held the coldness of a deep abyss and the brilliance of distant stars, both alluring and dangerous.

The sigil lamps near the entire corridor flickered around the phantom of the Great Love Poet, until the black mist slowly dissipated from her body, revealing her demonic figure akin to a wicked god of love.

She emerged from the black mist, as if a genuine eighth-order Great Demon Lord had been born.

Generally speaking, the phantom bodies created by 【Despair's Annihilation War】 will ignore all disguise magic.

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But Melissa the jailer no longer had time to think about such insignificant things at this moment.

She didn't care what the other person was anymore!

The moment she appeared, Officer Melissa saw her as an angel and charged towards her with her sword flashing like lightning.

However.

At the moment she was about to meet the phantom poet of great love.

"Thanks you two idiots."

The Phantom, the Great Poet of Love, pulled his mask down and whispered to Melissa, the warden, in a breathy tone like a sigh.

Suddenly, Jailer Melissa felt as if she had been electrocuted. She immediately bent over, her bones melting away, and collapsed to the ground.

Finally, it twitched weakly on the ground, its life or death unknown.

She reached a peak of some emotion, completely losing her ability to fight.

"……"

Lance looked at Melissa, the jailer, and found it hard to gauge the emotional amplification rate of an eighth-rank Great Love Poet who had been adapted.

The warden's brain may already be fried.

But there shouldn't be a brain hemorrhage, it's hard to define her current state as either "good" or "bad".

Even from her expression, there was a sense of contentment that could be described as "death after hearing the Dao is worth it."

However, if she is not treated promptly, she will still likely be in danger of losing her life. Even if she survives, there is a possibility that she may have some aftereffects.

A mere breath could kill a seventh-tier human powerhouse, and even among eighth-tier demon lords, such an existence would be extremely unique.

Although Lanchi personally considered the Great Love Poet to be "second place" on his "useless demons" list, every time he saw the unpredictable influence the Great Love Poet had on other beings, he wondered if he should move her down the rankings. Especially this eighth-rank version of the Great Love Poet, she really did seem to have some power.

Just as Lanchi was analyzing,

"You... why aren't you afraid of me"

The phantom poet's enchanting sound lingered, seeming to take displeasure in this black-haired, green-eyed self who remained unaffected by the spell.

And she felt like this guy was thinking some really messed up things.

He suddenly felt that he was being rude. His calm gaze seemed to be seriously comparing her to a paramecium, trying to figure out which one was more advanced.

""

Lan Qi looked up at the Phantom Great Love Poet in confusion.

"I can control your emotions, make you willingly succumb to me."

The Phantom Poet of Love didn't rush to kill the other party, but instead raised his chin with a hint of amusement,

"If you defeat me, you will receive a supremely rare Demon Clan Mark. Unfortunately, you'll never be able to accomplish that in your lifetime."

Her confident expression, she completely felt herself to be the greatest devil in the world.

Lan Qi let out a chuckle, as if amused by her.

What are you laughing at

The Phantom Poet of Love noticed with slight disappointment that the other person seemed unimpressed by her melodious voice.

However, for those with tranquil minds, it's like this: right now, they haven't started earnestly manipulating the other party's emotions.

She was very clear about what kind of personality she was, and that her core self couldn't be unaffected by a hundredfold increase in emotional intensity.

"I didn't laugh."

The black-haired, green-eyed poet of love, even with a mask on, makes one wonder if he's actually trying to hold back a smile.

This is the hardest never have I ever challenge he has played.

"..."

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The Phantom Poet stared at Ranch.

She always felt that the other person's gaze held a touch of pity, carefully attending to her feelings.

This strange tea flavor made the Phantom Poet unable to understand, why his original body and his own personality were so different.

Given the principle of knowing oneself and one's enemy, the other party should have started constantly ridiculing her at this time.

Her personality is to always mock her opponents first, and then cruelly torment and humiliate them after winning, rather than being calm and compassionate towards them from the start.

Observing the black-haired girl with green eyes, Phantom Grand Love Poet gradually sensed that she hadn't removed her mask and unleashed the magic sounds until now. She was afraid that laughing too heartily would be impolite and hurt her feelings.

That look of utter disdain, as if it were saying——

Even if you were an eighth-rank vase, what good would it do

The phantom poet of great love suddenly became furious!

No one dared to humiliate her like this!

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