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Chapter 331: Sigrid's Underhanded Tactics
Chapter 331: Sigrid's Underhanded Tactics
In the upper reaches of Bandra City, surrounded by thunderous roars, the sudden appearance of the Bishop of Annihilation cast the city into a dark and desolate state, as if it were an empty valley.
The imperial military music of the city-state accelerated extremely, transforming into a sharp and erratic melody.
Meanwhile, the illusions in the lower levels of the city began to crumble, gradually revealing their true form as they twisted and turned.
The pile of residents' corpses, haphazardly stacked like mountains, resembled tiny black fingers trying to climb higher. Among them, the eyes of the deceased had turned into deep and cavernous holes, hollow and lifeless. Their slightly open mouths seemed to warn every passerby that there was no turning back from this desolate place.
Obviously, this was Archbishop Askassan's handiwork.
Of course, he might not have accomplished this alone.
Even the Cardinal of the Resurrection Church would not have let go of the powerful figures of the Protoss Empire without cause and done something that would lead to an endless feud.
Someone must be collaborating with him, driven by a larger plot that prompted Askassan to carry out a full-scale massacre.
Before a battle that could no longer be avoided, Askassan observed the two people trapped in his spatial blockade with great interest, showing no urgency to erase them.
"In addition to the investigation team from the Imperial Capital, there are other little mice here to cause trouble."
Askassan sighed, as if reminiscing about Major General Fanreku.
"Were you sent by the Great Sage Isis of the Empire, or by someone from the Duke Berenhard family?"
He raised his eyes and questioned them further.
Askassan's voice was calm, as if the sands of time were flowing from his mouth, and every word carried an irresistible magic.
"..."
During the silence, Ranchi, who was completely immobilized, focused only on Sigrid's movements beside him.
With the 'Transformation Technique: Human' that he had given to Sigrid, even Askassan couldn't see through her disguise at this moment. More importantly, the Bishop of Annihilation would never have imagined that at this juncture, the dominant Southern Baptist Church would personally infiltrate the depths of the Northern Border!
Before coming to the Northern Continent, Ranchi had never expected that his first encounter with the Bishop of Annihilation, Askassan, would be at such a close distance, facing him directly.
This was the dangerously close distance that Loren had warned him about.
He had taken Loren's words to heart.
So he had found a father figure of the same level to fight Askassan.
And the result...
"?"
When Ranchi looked at Sigrid, he saw a fragile girl who seemed to have been scared into silence, her eyes welling up with timid tears, and her legs trembling.
This caused Ranchi's eyes to widen in surprise.
For a moment, he even doubted if this was the real supreme powerhouse.
The Baptist Church was truly capable of anything.
Askassan stared at Ranchi.
Obviously, the only one who could answer his question was this young man who was still able to maintain a clear state of mind.
"If you don't answer, I can only deal with her first..."
Before Askassan could finish his sentence, Sigrid's eyes underwent a drastic transformation, as if she couldn't wait any longer.
The purple irises that usually maintained a relaxed and lazy demeanor were now covered by a frosty chill, replaced by a firm determination to kill.
In the previous moment, Sigrid had been suspended in mid-air, immobilized. But in the next instant, she transformed into a storm, slamming her fist into Askassan's body!
Her ferocious power caused the entire building where Askassan stood to crumble like a tidal wave, and their first collision shook the entire city of Bandra, faster than the thunderous roars! The ground shook violently, and wide cracks appeared in the cobblestone streets, as if they were being devoured, collapsing step by step. The ancient Helrom-style architecture couldn't withstand the impact of the clash between the two cardinals, and intricately carved sculptures and stained glass windows shattered instantly, scattering fragments in the wind.
The astonished eyes of Askassan, who had been knocked down in the ruins, reflected the figure of Sigrid. He was obviously unaware of the true identity of this young girl. Even though Askassan's combat awareness had slowed down the entire world in his eyes when the crisis came, Sigrid's deadly attack made no sound at all. By the time the sound of tearing through the air reached his ears, she had already struck, and only then did the air erupt with a deadly shattering sound.
Not giving Askassan any time to breathe, Sigrid's pursuit arrived in front of him once more.
At this moment, having revealed her true form, her skin was enveloped in a faint silvery light, as pristine and holy as the new moon. This was not magic, but a phenomenon brought about by the perfect combination of her physical constitution, immune equipment, the Primal Tablet, and her fist intent.
Sigrid possessed a Primal Tablet that was different from those of the other cardinal bishops—the [Primal Tablet—Foundation].
When she threw out her most direct attack with full force, it triggered a violent amplification of her power.
However, after this attack, Askassan reacted, and Sigrid did not find it so easy to strike again.
Askassan, in a state of extreme anger and proximity, had taken a hit that could be considered deadly, but he had many damage-reducing and life-saving equipments. His body was not blown away again, and he quickly stabilized his form between the ground and mid-air. The square magical emblem on his dark gray outerwear began to erupt with dark purple lightning cracks, and like the anger in his eyes, a colorless magical barrier unfolded in front of him, repelling Sigrid's fist. Once more, metallic buzzing sounds and gusts of wind were set off in circles.
"Heretic Church... Sigrid..."
Inside the magical barrier, Askassan wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth. Each word he uttered was like a curse, and the thick, chilly magic power resembled blades, carving wound after wound onto the dimly lit ground of the city-state, sealing off all the space between Sigrid and himself.
If it was Sigrid, then everything made sense.
That damned woman always appeared out of nowhere and struck when least expected. Several times, he had wanted to kill her and be done with it, yet he had never succeeded!
"Excellent. This time, we'll settle all our old and new debts. It's truly better than I expected for you to walk right into my trap..."
Askassan's eyes, which had gradually calmed down, shifted slightly as he looked towards the other person in the distance.
That was a young man he had never seen before.
When the battle started, Sigrid had additionally used two magic cards that she didn't usually use to protect that young man.
Perhaps Askassan could guess that this was Sigrid's new successor. Only then would Sigrid value him so much that she used two eighth-tier magic cards to protect him.
But the Son of Dominance should have the same disguise magic as Sigrid.
Even with magic-seeing-through skills, one couldn't see his true appearance, and for the time being, one couldn't guess the new Son of Dominance's identity in the Protoss Empire.
However, it didn't matter who the Son of Dominance was.
Askassan looked at the sky and saw that night was still far off.
As long as the Heretic Church and the Son of Dominance both died here today.
This little storm.
It couldn't be called a variable.
(End of Chapter)
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