Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Crimson blood gushed out instantly, glaring against his pale skin.

The Earth Abyss Palace had just fallen, and Ulysses, driven to near madness by the betrayal of The Withered Saint and the interference of Hyperion, was now teetering on the edge of an uncontrollable rampage.

A manic fire burned in his scarlet eyes, and an invisible tide of surging Magic Power roared around him.

"I will kill you!"

Now that the Earth Abyss Palace no longer mattered, he could unleash everything he had to kill this damnable Scorpion Tail Witch!

Ulysses roared furiously, his Psychic Power transformed into rings of light that spread outward, causing the earth to tremble and mountains to sway. Countless floating structures collapsed with a thunderous crash and were ground into powder.

"Miss Duchess, you've succeeded, but you will also die here as you wished!"

Ulysses's voice cracked with hysteria, hoarse and ugly, carrying the madness of a man on the verge of breaking.

He summoned all the powers he had lent to the Blood Snake, and when the blood orb tore through the void and returned to him, Ulysses's body erupted with Magic Power. His blood-red Psychic Power solidified into razor-sharp blades, slashing toward Hyperion like a relentless storm.

Where the Psychic Power passed, the void twisted, matter shattered, and an oppressive aura that could destroy everything radiated outward.

At this moment, Hyperion was already at the end of her strength.

Her body was riddled with wounds, black Poisoned blood continuously seeping from the corners of her mouth. She struggled to support her precarious, collapsing frame, gripping the Scorpion Tail Dagger tightly, and desperately evading Ulysses's frenzied onslaught.

"Hugh... Hugh..."

She could barely hear Abigail's communication coming through the static.

But none of that mattered anymore.

She knew she had successfully stalled Ulysses, preventing him from reaching the Earth Abyss Palace in time.

And as long as she could hold him off a little longer, they would win.

In front of Ulysses's ever-increasing Magic Power, Hyperion resembled a tiny boat, tossed and swayed by tumultuous waves, dangerously close to capsizing.

Soon, she could no longer withstand it; the residual shockwaves from Ulysses's Psychic Power sent her flying, slamming heavily against the fractured walls of a floating fortress.

"Cough, cough."

Hyperion felt as though her internal organs had been displaced and shattered by the violent impact. The black blood she spat out corroded the ground, and her consciousness began to blur.

"Hahaha... You're at your limit now, aren't you?"

Ulysses laughed maniacally, his eyes glinting with cruelty,

"And I haven't even gone all out yet."

As his words fell, Ulysses thrust his arms forward. His blood-colored Psychic Power transformed into an enormous, sky-covering blood hand, synchronized with his own, sweeping down on the fragile Hyperion, intending to crush her entire body into pulp.

Hyperion struggled to get up but found herself drained of all strength. She couldn't tell if her bones had snapped or if Melogas's Poison had finally taken its toll on her. She didn't even know if she could evade the attack; she simply kept trying to move any muscle in her body that still responded.

In that moment, everything became silent.

It turned into an empty void.

Only the radiant Light and the darkness remained.

Was this the end?

She didn't know.

But she wanted to stall him just a little longer. Every second she delayed Ulysses meant her companions had a greater chance of victory.

This time, she had already made up her mind to gamble everything to protect them.

This was what surviving all the way to today meant for her.

However, the anticipated agony of forcing her broken body to move never came.

Through her hazy vision, a tall and commanding figure appeared before her, shielding her from the relentless blood hand of Ulysses's Psychic Power—standing firm like an unshakable fortress.

"..."

Hyperion's eyes widened abruptly, witnessing streams of pure dark energy blooming around her, transforming into an indestructible barrier.

As she gazed into the darkness, she realized it wasn't merely bleak and shadowed—it held an unparalleled beauty. It was pure, ethereal, and immaculate, akin to the first glint of black Light at the opening of the cosmos, carrying the mystique of chaos and the vibrant potential for life. Hidden within the depths were twinkling galaxies, the faint glow from billions of light-years away falling into mortal hands.

This pure Divine Era darkness felt like a nurturing mother, embracing everything, fostering life, allowing all to ferment and grow in quiet slumber, waiting for the perfect time to bloom and shine—a cradle of creation, the foundation of all existence.

"The Original Slabs of Darkness..."

Hyperion stared dazedly at the stream of dark energy in front of her, her heart overwhelmed by an indescribable surge of emotion.

This light made her eyes sting, gradually reddening, and finally, uncontrollable tears escaped, bright and clear—replacing the black-corrupted tears—and rolled down her cheeks.

"Hyperion, you've actually made it to this point..."

The man slowly turned his head, his face gentle yet solemn as he looked down at the prostrate Hyperion with an almost apologetic doting expression, his features a blend of joy and sorrow.

"Ah... ah..."

Hyperion stared at the man before her, tears pooling in her eyes, lip trembling, and after a long while, she finally choked out a sound.

This familiar Magic Power, this familiar luminescence of the dark Stone Slab—she hadn't seen them in two years.

She'd thought she would never see them again, had resigned herself to that belief. Yet now, here it was—a day she could tangibly feel her freed father standing before her once more.

"..."

On the other side, Ulysses glared ferociously at the shadow that had suddenly appeared, a flicker of shock flashing in his eyes before it was overtaken by overwhelming fury.

Ulysses's face was terrifyingly dark, his fists clenching so tightly that the bones cracked, his nails digging into his palms.

This Cardinal Bishop who had escaped the Seal had now obliterated Ulysses's chance to kill Hyperion and revel in her death!