ranches layered upon each other, obscuring the setting sun, leaving only dim light and shadow.A gust of wind blew past, the leaves rustling like whispers in the mist.The Destructive Saintess, a beast...Chapter 431: Ranch's Great Demon Race Resonance

The cell was still imbued with the lingering tremors of magical collisions from before the truce, gradually subsiding to a relative calm. Only the faint glow from the ventilation shaft in the ceiling swayed within the space. {What You don't know yet|.Read, read without errors|Quickly google it!}

The great poet walked slowly towards Sinora, while Sinora stared at her with a complex array of emotions flashing in her eyes.

Although Sinola was full of doubts, she temporarily put aside her hostility and communicated with the other party for a while.

"What has happened to the Protoss Empire now What brings you here to find me"

Sinora temporarily sheathed her weapon, reverting to her initial appearance, seemingly willing to communicate with the two for a while.

Antanas has magic disguised as human, and this black-haired green-eyed fellow probably also has magic disguised as human.

"Miss Sinola, we would like to reach a fair trade agreement with you, the wishes and demands you have"

The great poet plainly stated his intentions.

Antanas raised his hand to stop the Great Poet from approaching Synora any further, like a mother bird protecting her fledgling.

Even though Sinora had stopped fighting, Antanas still considered her his enemy.

"I won't kill you, based on the premise that you don't provoke me."

Sinora looked at the face of the great poet. The corners of her mouth twitched upwards, but no true smile graced her lips.

She was also subtly hinting to the other person about the consequences of continuing to speak.

Xin'ora had been observing Antanas's attitude towards the great poet, and a guess had formed in her mind.

If someone dared to intentionally disguise themselves as Talia, Antanas would probably be the first to kill them.

Antanas's ability to tolerate, condone, and even protect it suggests that his original form must have been related to Talia in some way, making it highly probable that he is Talia's own daughter.

I just want to have a fair deal, of course, as part of the price you might need to make a contract with me to leave Hel'rom Prison.

The great poet finished what she wanted to say.

This contract naturally refers to the slave contract of Helrom Prison.

Although it is possible to sign a contract that is closer to equal, it itself is already an insult to the demon race.

"Hehehe, quite brave. Unfortunately, we have nothing to discuss. There is no place for the weak before me."

Xin'er let out a chuckle, but there was anger laced within it.

Just a little demon cub, wanting her to pledge her loyalty

If it were Taliya or Ephatia who came to save her, both driven by a fervent desire for national restoration, she might even consider sacrificing her dignity and submitting to them, lending them her support.

This guy thinks he can just get her to go with him How naive.

The mark deep within Xin'ora's demonic eyes began to throb with an unnatural intensity. Complex lines flickered across her crimson pupils in an instant, erupting with the raw and potent energy of a primordial demon.

Great Demonkin naturally exert pressure on ordinary demons, and once they remove their magical restrictions, their eyes will also bear a mark symbolizing their title.

This mark is not only a symbol of power, but also a proof of the great demon race.

They spun in Xinola's eyes, radiating a depth that was unfathomable.

Xinnora's emanating magic felt like an unseen mountain, her gaze locked onto the Great Love Poet, intent on utterly crushing him.

"Sinovac!"

Antanas rebuked him angrily.

Although she was protected, the love poet wouldn't be directly harmed by Sinolla's attacks, but this kind of instinctive pressure from a great demon originated from the soul. It couldn't be isolated or resisted with her barrier.

Just as Antanas was preparing to launch an attack against Sinora to stop her, she suddenly noticed that it was Sinora's expression that began to look confused.

Because the poet of great love did not flinch in the face of this pressure.

She simply stared straight at Sinora, her posture graceful and courteous. She seemed to convey that no matter what Sinora was about to do, she wasn't going to meet force with force; all she wanted was a good talk.

Gradually, distinct patterns appeared in her emerald eyes, patterns entirely different from those seen in Sinola's.

These lines slowly formed in her eyes, beginning to flicker in resonance, as if drawn by an invisible force, passively responding to Sinolar's power.

Xin'ola was stunned, her cold face contorting with an unfamiliar expression.

"!!"

At that moment, Sinolar instinctively took a step back, creating distance and maintaining extreme vigilance.

Even though the opponent is clearly a high-level demon, I only feel like they are at first order.

When you can't sense the other party's magic, there are often only two possibilities.

Very weak, or very strong!

Just then, as I crept closer to her without any warning, she might have truly been fearless, and perhaps could have killed me with a single move.

What kind of monster did Taliyah give birth to, that could grow to this extent

"Miss Sinola, I'm here only to save you. I need your help, and I'm willing to offer you something in return."

The great poet spoke, always without any intention of attack or defense.

As if nothing just happened.

"…"

Although the other party remained polite, Sinora felt a little uneasy.

The more rational a demon clan is, the more terrifying it becomes. And since the other party was also a Great Demon Clan, he hadn't been able to perceive the depth of their strength at all.

Only the resonance could be so incredibly real, otherwise one might not realize its true danger until the other party was willing to reveal it proactively.

"Can I see your true form before we make a deal"

Xin'ola swept her gaze over the Great Love Poet from top to bottom, and asked.

Even the Evil Demon Clan, or the Great Demon Clan, wouldn't even be able to reach her presence.

Up to this point, the other party has indeed qualified to negotiate a deal with her.

Although it's not that crucial, it's always better to see someone's true face during a transaction.

There have always been creatures within the Demon Clan that constantly change their appearance and form, disappearing from the sight of both Demons and humans time and again before reappearing.

These guys are especially cunning.

For example, during the Holy War, there was a powerful Archon she remembered vividly. Even if all demons were wiped out, that thing would still survive well.

"I can't show you my true form yet, but if you are willing to leave with me, you will see me in the Protoss Empire."

The great love poet gave a faint smile and said.

"When you say that, my interest vanishes."

Sinovac shook its head.

She had little curiosity about women to begin with, and not understanding what the other party meant, filled her with a sense of fear.

It's possible it could be shown to her, or it could mean that if she were ever to see its true form, it would be her death.

Unlike humans, demons can sometimes go from friendly conversation to attacking each other in the next second.

(End of chapter)

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