Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1380 - 839: The Story Ends Upon Seeing Frey_5

This time, even at the risk of taking initiative, she must stop that madwoman Sigrid from tearing down Piercing Cold Hall further.

...

Amid the collapsing floating ruins of Blood Moon City, Hyperion and Ulysses' battle continued.

Hyperion's figure darted through the debris and shattered walls, moving so fast her trajectory was almost impossible to track.

"Sigrid... thank you."

Hyperion could not fathom why the Bishop of Hegemony had become so frenzied in response to her crisis.

To her surprise, she could hear the situation on Sigrid's side through Abigail's communications.

Hyperion could vaguely feel that Sigrid genuinely cared about whether she lived or died.

Since Sigrid was fighting so desperately to defeat Heratier swiftly, Hyperion knew she absolutely couldn't hold Sigrid back—she must not lose to Ulysses first.

By now, Hyperion had completely unleashed the power within her, her body shrouded in dense purple mist, surpassing her original physical limits entirely.

The Tenth Ancestor Ulysses, bent on securing victory for the overall situation, retracted his focus from the Blood Bear at the Hall of Annihilation and the Blood Eagle at the west camp, yet could not relinquish his control over the Blood Snake in the depths of the Earth Abyss Palace.

The Third Ancestor Duke Rashar and the Seventh Primogenitor Helitier had entrusted him with his primary responsibility: guarding Earth Abyss Palace. Any other tasks were secondary, insignificant compared to this.

Precisely because of this, Ulysses grew increasingly irate at his inability to exert his full strength.

"Let's see how long you can hold out!"

Ulysses' face turned grim, the bloody telekinesis surrounding him surged violently, striking and tearing towards Hyperion, each move ruthless, aiming to shred this audacious Scorpion Demon Clan member into pieces.

"I'll hold out until my comrades claim victory!"

Ever since encountering Sigrid again, Hyperion had faintly sensed a peculiar dissonance about her.

Sigrid had been secretly kind to her; Tata had told her so.

She couldn't articulate why.

But even disregarding all that, Sigrid had saved her mother and was a benefactor to her family.

If she truly survived and returned today, she would make it a point to have a heartfelt conversation with the Bishop of Hegemony.

Perhaps, they could indeed weather the storms together, with sisterhood enduring, and the peach blossoms still smiling in the spring breeze.

...

Abigail watched the two battlefields from the camp.

"It still won't work."

She clenched her fist and struck the mechanical workstation beside her fiercely.

The current situation was turning into an all-out gamble between the two sides.

Abigail confirmed once again—Hyperion's current state was pushing her lifespan to its absolute limit; she wouldn't be able to sustain it much longer.

The purple veins beneath Hyperion's skin strayed more frequently now, and each time they emerged, dark poisonous blood would seep from the corners of her mouth.

The wounds on Hyperion's body were caused less by Marquis Ulysses than by the backlash from her own body succumbing to toxin corruption; she was nearing physical collapse.

Even if Ulysses' physical form wasn't overwhelmingly strong, it retained its immortality. Hyperion could only stall him; there was no chance of defeating him.

「What's the situation on Sigrid's side?」

Lanci's voice remained connected with Abigail's.

"Your suggestion proved effective, but the issue is that Heratier is part of the Blood Clan. If she were a human Astrologer or a Demon Race Astrologer, Sigrid might be able to defeat her more quickly. Blood Clan physiques are naturally superior to other races by far."

Abigail spoke bitterly,

"Right now, it's a seventy-thirty split between the two sides, hinging on Hyperion and Marquis Heratier's willpower."

Abigail's expression grew more pained and heavy.

After all, Hyperion was still flesh and blood, while Marquis Heratier possessed an immortal body.

Even if their side won, Hyperion was very likely to die.

「...」

Lanci fell silent for a long time.

Abigail couldn't discern what Lanci was feeling in that moment.

She only knew that since arriving at Blood Moon City, she had never heard Lanci remain speechless for so long.

「Hyperion, you cannot die. Just hold out a little longer, and I promise I'll lead you to victory...」

Lanci's voice finally came through; it sounded as if he were praying to Hyperion in a desperate murmur, or perhaps making her his final and most solemn pledge.

「...」

Abigail and Cat Boss quietly watched the battlefield footage, where Hyperion seemed to have heard Lanci's whispered monologue.

But the faint smile of resolve on her face said it all.

She was not afraid of death.

"She cannot die" had been the overarching premise before—because if she died, Duke Rashar would control Duke Migaya, and none of them would be able to make it to Blood Moon City or continue resisting the Blood Clan.

Now, she was no longer afraid.

Even if she fell today, defeating Duke Rashar and Blood Moon City would still mean victory for their side.

"Hyperion! Do not gamble with your own life! Your condition for victory is surviving and returning!"

Abigail gripped the earpiece, knuckles white, ordering loudly in her commander's tone.

Hyperion was fighting Ulysses fiercely to protect their camp and the Hall of Annihilation, and to ensure that everyone else would win.

Accustomed to directing with unchecked pride and temper, Abigail now faced a stage of destiny she could not control, leaving her feeling utterly powerless.

"Meow..."

Cat Boss' eyes brimmed with tears as it stared at the screens showing Sigrid and Hyperion's respective battles.

It was terrified the outcome might soon be decided.

It couldn't accept the possibility of Hyperion losing first.

Arriving at the most critical juncture of victory, it was utterly helpless to do anything.