tools in the house.Lance looked at the pen of this world.Although it was different from what he was used to in his past life, he quickly figured out how to use it.Then he sat before the canvas, compos...Chapter 410: Ranchi's Demonic Tribe Mark

The entrance hall of the prison's fourth sublevel, after waking up and taking a look around, you will find it more vast and dark than the teleportation hall on the first sublevel.

The walls of the circular hall were adorned with some chillingly grotesque sculptures, entirely in a demonic style. They were set with lights that flickered faintly, providing only the barest illumination, so that the whole space was shrouded in an ethereal glow.

"How are we going to get to the other side's exit transmission hall later"

Hyberlian looked at the great poet with black hair and green eyes and asked.

To locate the cell of Guardian Antanas and utilize Helrom Prison's functions to open the cell, attempt communication with the prisoner. Prior to this, ensure the trading privileges for the current level's duty point are activated.

As for trading privileges, they will only be unlocked after all conditions for leaving the current level are met.

Of the three conditions, the team's service points are greater than 4000, and they have obtained permission from the Fourth-Level Jailer and a positive evaluation. These two items have already been met.

The last thing remaining is to successfully arrive at the negative fourth floor transfer hall.

That is, after leaving the grand entrance hall, at the end of that long road.

Along the way, you'll pass through many dream realms, repeatedly triggering the gentle fall into them.

As usual with the Protos Royal Academy of Magic's dungeon guard internship, even with mutual assistance, this level could take a considerable amount of time to complete.

"Please stand a little further back from me and wait until I step on the floor to break the illusion. Then you can catch up."

Lanche looked at her and said softly.

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It turns out you woke up too early, not just me waking up late. You also perfectly adapted to this magic of the gentle embrace of falling asleep

Huberly feels now that she didn't just find a companion, but a shortcut to heaven.

From completing evaluations to paving the way, you can get everything done yourself.

...and it doesn't even cost anything.

It really made her wonder what the difference was between a dream and reality.

Thus, Huberly watched as the great poet of love sauntered toward him.

Sometimes, while walking along, I'll trip and fall. But I only stay on each floor for a short time.

If others saw this, they might misunderstand that the -4th layer's magic wasn't an illusion but simply made it easy to trip.

After more than thirty minutes, led by the great poet alone at the front, they successfully reached the entrance hall of the transmission portal.

Its structure is similar to the entrance hall, presenting a completely symmetrical reverse style.

The great poet stepped into the exit hall, and shortly after, he easily broke free from the illusion again and regained consciousness.

For him, who was never captivated by this dream, no matter how deep he fell each time or how many times he was affected, it made little difference.

Meanwhile, in the center of the transmission hall, the originally stable barrier magic began to fluctuate, as if it had been touched by some mysterious rule.

The lights in the hall suddenly grew dimmer, drawing Hubert and the three Skyborn acolytes' attention to this unusual change with wary alertness.

They only saw that an indescribable magic began to gather in the air. This magic emanated waves similar to those of [The Fallen Gentle Realm], but more terrifying, more like the supreme power of the demonic world.

This magical force gathered and wove, causing even the air to tremble until it finally enveloped the great poet with black hair and green eyes.

A silver halo formed around her, swirling and shimmering at her side until it became a beautiful and mysterious spectacle of light and shadow.

As this magic continued to strengthen and take shape, a heavy pressure was felt by everyone outside the hall. However, they were captivated by this magical spectacle and couldn't tear their eyes away.

They saw that the lights and shadows began to contract rapidly, layering upon the forehead of the great poet, forming a unique mark.

This mark shone with a deep, profound light, containing arcane demon magic runes beyond comprehension.

Throughout the entire process, the great poet was protected by an invisible force. The surrounding space formed a secluded domain.

When the mysterious mark finally formed, the surrounding magical fluctuations gradually subsided, the light dissipated, and everything returned to normal.

But the glimmer in the black-haired, green-eyed figure's brow still flickered, as if whispering of some yet untold secret.

[Falling Marks]

Category: Soul Brand

Rank: Orange Epic

Class: 1

Passive effect: Gain resistance to certain illusion magic.

【Note: Caliera of the Falling Star's recognition.】

……

Protoss Royal Academy of Magic.

Ranch, sitting in the lobby of Redmonde Building, covered his forehead.

"What's wrong, Lock Are you feeling unwell"

Barkas, the warden, raised his hand worriedly, as if considering whether to call a doctor.

"Sorry, I've been a little tired lately and have been getting headaches intermittently. It's not too serious though."

Lanche came to his senses and shook his head.

Although he was borrowing the body of a demon, the soul mark was indeed bestowed upon him.

"There's a prison warden named Selena at Helmrom Prison who is very skilled at treating this kind of mental exhaustion. If you need it, I can contact her to see if she can help you."

Bacchus, though he wasn't eager to deal with the three guys inside the prison, he would try to negotiate with them if it meant helping Mr. Locke.

"No need, Bacchus, I appreciate your kindness. And no trouble for Selena either."

Lan Qi lightly shook his hand, politely declining and saying he didn't want to trouble Warden Bakas.

……

The exit hall on the fourth sub-level of the prison, where the poet of great love had been struck by magic, his soft body was once again paralyzed and swayed precariously like a willow in the wind.

Before she hit the ground, Huberlian took a step forward and rushed to help her up.

The black-haired, green-eyed poet of great love tightly closed his eyes. Soon the mental pain gradually subsided, and he slowly opened his eyes, his gaze returning to the placid look of Ranchi.

At this moment, a faint translucent imprint made of lines seemed to flicker in the depths of its pupils.

"Are you serious You got the Demon Clan Mark"

Hubleyan grasped the shoulders of the Great Love Poet, looking her over.

As a fellow demon, she could sense that Da Ai Shi had gained more of an upper-class demon's aura. It was particularly strong the moment she was branded, and now, as the disguise magic disappeared, it was completely concealed.

If you collect three name seals, including a martial arts seal, then you truly become a great demon clan.

In this age, there should not be the birth of any new Great Demonic Races.

The great poet stood alone, signaling to Huberly that he was fine.

"After walking all over the floor, it seemed like the condition was automatically met."

The Demonic Trials have some that need to be actively started, and others are passively achieved by fulfilling certain harsh conditions. It's quite clear that [Fallen Gentle Land] falls into the latter category; repeatedly falling into the illusion enough times is sufficient.

The Romantic Poet under the dominion of Lance felt the mark of 【Falling】. He discovered that after obtaining this mark, a certain amount of soul space would be permanently occupied, and the first-tier purple rare magic card previously bound was directly ejected from his soul space, breaking the binding.

Now that he is at level four, the maximum number of magic cards he could bind was originally 40. Now the binding limit has effectively become 39.

He was originally highly resistant to mental attacks and wasn't particularly susceptible to illusions. This mark could only be said to be better than nothing.

Unless we encounter enemies skilled in illusion magic later on, perhaps we can put on a show of being "out of control".

However, as a passive magic, the Demonic Clan Mark is basically always beneficial.

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