unreal than a dream!!So you only have one choice… Do you want to answer Lance's question honestly, or do you want to continue spending four days and four nights with those threeThe great poet's voice...Chapter 432: Lancy Doesn't Want to Deceive the Demons

Xin'ola couldn't tell the strength of this demon in front of her, and didn't dare to provoke it. Before determining its stance, she decided it was best not to investigate further. {Google Search}

At this time, in Sinoa's special cell, compared to Sinoa, the greatest shock for the great love poet was actually that Antanas learned of the fact that he was a demon.

She stared incredulously at the great poet of love, unable to comprehend when she had become a demon!

Antanas's mind raced, trying to recall every moment spent with the other person, but she found no clues or conclusions.

Only in his heart did he sigh, this little princess was hidden too deeply, he had been with her the whole time without realizing it.

The great love poet did not explain anything to Antanas first, only gazing at the law-breaker Sinora across the barrier.

Then please state your trade demands first, Miss Sinnoara.

The great poet politely said.

I have only one question, do you want to lead us in our nation-building Starting with the dominion over the Protoss Empire.

Similarly, Xin'nola once again returned to that same quiet and demure manner, and asked the great love poet.

Since the other party could openly disguise themselves as a human to come to Helrom Prison and save her, it means they have a certain level of infiltration within the Protoss Empire and possess unique ways to control humans.

The fact that she was able to subjugate Antanas and bring him to meet her speaks volumes about her capabilities.

This dark-haired, green-eyed demon might become their new queen.

"...."

The great love poet fell silent for a moment.

Antanas, standing nearby, watched Sinora and the great poet. She hadn't expected Sinora's wish to be so simple.

It was far simpler than she had originally anticipated.

At this moment, all that needs to be done is to tell Xinola that I am willing to lead them in their restoration of the nation, and she will choose to submit.

However.

"I'm sorry, I don't want to lead you in a revolution. I'm tired of seeing innocent people get hurt."

The great poet shook his head and denied the question.

"It's a pity, really. Even if today I were to fight you and die at your hands, I wouldn't walk away with you."

Xin'ola had a hint of regret on her lips.

It was a mixture of disappointment and a touch of admiration.

At least the other party gave her respect and didn't try to deceive or fob her off.

Even though Xin'nola was prepared for the final battle, she couldn't sense any hostility from this black-haired, green-eyed demon.

"Wouldn't it be possible to transform the Protoss Empire into a nation where humans and demons could coexist harmoniously"

The great poet contemplated, and then put his thoughts to Sinolar.

What are you saying

Xin'ola’s voice hesitated, her eyes fixed on the other with confusion.

Even former Demon Lords had never conceived of such a thing. It's beautiful, but not realistic.

Neither humans nor demons would agree to this, and there's no possibility of cooperation between the two sides to achieve it.

The strong kill the weak, the strong conquer the weak, the strong enslave the weak. This is the inevitable natural order.

"I'm saying that I am working to change the Protoss Empire, to change its systems. I dream of a day when the Valleys rise, the Mountains fall, and the treacherous paths become smooth roads. A day when holy light shines, illuminating all mankind."

…"

Xinolar didn't understand if the other party was serious or completely insane.

If this were said by a human, it might sound naive and beautiful. But coming from the mouth of that black-haired, green-eyed ominous demon, it only left Sinora with a feeling of twisted chaos.

"Suppose you could really do it... If the annihilation of the demon race was simply that, wouldn't that be fair Don't you think humans have also gone too far Our desire for revenge now, isn't it in accordance with the natural order of our demon race"

Xin'ola fell silent for a moment, then voiced the deepest question in her heart.

The other party may have an efficient and effective strategy, but that's not what she wants.

The great poet remained calm, with a hint of confusion in his eyes, gazing at Sinola.

Over time, this gaze left Sinora baffled; she couldn't fathom what it meant.

"From my perspective, it's not appropriate for me to discuss this topic, so I can't answer your question."

The great poet finally spoke slowly,

"The chains of vengeance once begun will never stop, and the ideal I seek to achieve must be based on the absence of war. There are no victors in war, only losers."

"So, according to your plan, the best option for our demon race right now is to tuck our tails and pretend to be humans, living in their world and cooperating with them"

Sinora's voice, though tinged with a hint of anger, rose above the din.

She clearly heard the magic in his voice, it made her emotions surge uncontrollably. But she was certain these were her true feelings, and she wasn't afraid to reveal her stance. She would rather wait for the Demon Race's return to power within this prison, even until death, than agree to go above ground and abandon the dignity of the Great Demons by living a life of servitude!

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The great poet did not answer her right away, but continued to look at Sinora, as if feeling her emotions, until his gaze made Sinora instinctively turn her eyes away, averting her gaze.

"Sinora, a long-lived demon, should understand one thing. Belief can sometimes bring healing, but it can also cause harm. It can support you to live on, but if you are too deeply entrenched in it, you will also be lost to it."

The great poet looked up, as if gazing at the light within this cage, and whispered to himself,

"If you're tired, take a break, because faith is not something that burdens us."

"I..."

Xin'ola gazed at the face of the great poet, unwilling to follow her gaze.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and lowered his eyes.

She doesn't want to let go, and she's afraid to let go.

"I know you're right... but what's wrong with my way of thinking"

"…"

"I don't know the true state of affairs on the ground, but I can probably guess what life is like for demons now. I want to avenge this humiliation and uphold the dignity and freedom of my race. This is worth risking my life for, as long as there is a chance of victory, I will do it."

Xin'ola pondered for a long time, arriving at some answers. She asked the other party tentatively.

So, you defeated the Protoss Empire, then what

The great poet smiled, sighed, and quickly asked her a new question.

Then, he stopped talking.

It was just that look of utter resignation in his eyes, as if he were asking Xinnora: Then will the demon race be able to regain its former glory

Have you started living the life you want

"I... I'm not sure, but I think it will be at least better than it is now."

Xin'ola spoke in a low voice.

She couldn't understand what was going through his emerald eyes, what he was considering, or if he even had the answers.

But if she doesn't figure out this problem, not even she can calm the turmoil within her today.

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“…”

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Antanas kept watching the great poet and Sinora, frowning occasionally.

She hadn't noticed him before, down in the fourth layer. This black-haired, green-eyed fellow seemed to have a unique talent for emotional communication. Coupled with his uncanny ability to manipulate others' feelings with strange melodies, he was truly something else.

Just through words, Sinora, who originally held her beliefs firmly, now began to feel uncertain, gradually becoming captivated by the other person's eyes, seeking an answer.

Meanwhile, Sinolar was completely unaware of this process.

(The End)

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