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Chapter 332: Lanchi Has Always Been a Troublemaker
Chapter 332: Lanchi Has Always Been a Troublemaker
Sigrid ignored Askesan, her amethyst eyes fixed on Lanchi with the intensity of a predator locking onto its prey. The brief cold stare exchanged between the two bishops was the calm before the thunderous roar of power that was about to erupt once more in the northern city-state.
Far away, an invisible magical connection had already been established between Lanchi and Sigrid.
This was Sigrid's eight-rank magic card used to protect him—
[Life Link]
[Category: Spell Card]
[Rarity: Purple Rare]
[Attribute: Link/Regenerate]
[Rank: 8]
[Effect: Shares life status with the target, only breaking the link beyond a certain distance, and grants a small correction to physical and mental attributes to the linked party.]
[Note: As long as I'm here, no one can hurt you.]
The cost was that the user of the spell would also bear the damage inflicted on the linked individual.
Additionally, an eight-rank summon, the [Psychic Marionette], remained by Lanchi's side.
Although this humanoid marionette, formed entirely of silver light, lacked a face, its figure was an exact replica of Sigrid's, exuding an extremely powerful aura.
Even without appraising its effect, Lanchi could guess that this marionette replicated most of Sigrid's attributes. Even without the equipment effects and spells that Sigrid possessed, it was almost like a clone of her.
After all, she was a Cardinal Bishop who fought primarily with her formidable physical attributes, and even a casual punch from her could pulverize castle walls.
The maximum number of magic cards that any being could soul-bind was ten times their tier.
As an eighth-tier Cardinal, Sigrid's total tier of magic cards did not exceed eighty. By using two eighth-tier cards to protect Lanchi, she had significantly reduced her offensive capabilities in direct combat.
Once again, lightning illuminated the snowy sky and the ground, and as Askesan opened his palm, a pitch-black vortex formed in its center. Divine and terrifying magic gathered towards him, compressed endlessly by his will, gradually emitting a black electric cocoon that devoured all light around it.
Should this destructive sealing spell of at least eighth-tier be unleashed, even the most formidable imperial army would likely be annihilated.
The mere magical storm made Lanchi's skin and cheeks sting, and at the same time, the silver light marionette grabbed him and, following Sigrid's usual pattern of behavior, quickly carried him away from the battlefield.
Lanchi could only see that in the distance, Sigrid did not retreat in the face of this lethal ultimate magic.
The clear light emanating from her remained unchanged, like a moon goddess or a valiant war deity. In her calmness, she could shatter all obstacles with her boundless fist aura!
The silver light marionette protected Lanchi from the aftermath, steering him away from the center of the battlefield as the upper levels of Bandra City crumbled.
Even so, Lanchi's vision alternated between brightness and darkness due to the smoke and airflow, accompanied by the tremendous roar that reverberated across the northern snowfield. He was nearly blown away along with the silver light marionette.
Only when they managed to stabilize themselves did Lanchi look back into the distance.
The two bishops were like gods of ancient times, clashing with apocalyptic force above the tottering Bandra City!
In an instant, the entire upper level of Bandra City near the city gate turned into a battlefield, with waves of energy continuously striking every building. The once sturdy structures and towers were ravaged by smoke and ash, transformed into beasts, leaving nothing but ruins in their wake.
As the battle intensified, the entire city-state was enveloped in thick smoke. Flickers of fire, explosions, and thunder in the sky intertwined. Storm clouds gathered and swirled in the sky, as if nature itself was shaken by the sudden outburst of combat, intensifying the air pressure in the high altitudes.
Each clash between the bishops illuminated the vast clouds from the ground up.
Ordinary powerhouses, let alone daring to approach their battlefield, would not even be able to look up and discern the fierce battle between these eighth-tier Cardinals.
And in the heart of this battlefield, even though both Cardinal Bishops were not at their peak and Askesan had sustained more severe injuries at the start, he gradually fell into a disadvantage. Evidently, Sigrid was not giving him any opportunity to recover!
For the first time, Sigrid had a real chance of determining the victor in her clash with Askesan.
However, she did not indulge in the fight.
She was acutely aware that she must severely wound Askesan here and then escape this illusory city-state with the Saint's Son.
Being pursued by Askesan would be the worst-case scenario, as he possessed countless means to manipulate the terrain, making it impossible to shake him off. The long journey south would be exceedingly challenging, and even she did not wish to engage in a protracted pursuit and evasion with Askesan, let alone while protecting the Saint's Son.
However, correspondingly, once she brought back the situation in the northern border province of Bandra City to the imperial capital of Helrom, the conspiracy behind the Bishop of Oblivion would be completely foiled!
"Sigrid, do you think I'm your only opponent?" Askesan's smile was calm and unhurried, sending chills down one's spine.
Even as he found himself at a disadvantage in the clash with Sigrid, he smiled like an adult humoring a child.
"..."
Sigrid held no weapons in her hands, for none, regardless of their tier, could surpass the strength of her body. Each step she took was like a thunderclap, stirring the airflow and creating gusts of wind. Her eyes were cold and emanated a purple radiance, focused solely on pushing Askesan into a desperate situation.
Oblivion, the old rival of Hegemony, remained equally composed. Every time he tapped his fingers, powerful sealing runes were released, forming patches of deep gray forbidden zones that intercepted Sigrid in the forefront of space.
The distance between the two varied, but at all times, they seemed like two apocalyptic disasters clashing. Each strike from the Bishop of Hegemony was as fierce as a cascading waterfall, attempting to shatter the Bishop of Oblivion, while the Bishop of Oblivion moved like an agile dancer, appearing and disappearing within the web of traps he had set up, simultaneously unleashing seals to try and bind and weaken Sigrid!
Although Askesan's delaying tactics did not significantly slow down Sigrid's approach, his more intricate rituals were now fully prepared. The entire space began to distort, with deep gray vines rising from the ground and gray eyes falling from the sky, about to engulf Sigrid in an instant.
And it was at this moment that Sigrid's figure radiated a translucent, dazzling light, her eyes turning silver as if she had entered a transcendental state of selflessness. She threw a punch with unprecedented force, and in the air, the silver glow collided with the deep gray spell, creating a clearly delineated burst of energy.
After a long while, Askesan, who had been knocked flying and fell to the ground, was obviously at a disadvantage in this confrontation. Although he was not suited to engage in head-on clashes with Sigrid, a smile still curved his lips, as if he was merely playing along with her.
Finally.
As the battle between the Bishop of Hegemony and the Bishop of Oblivion reached its climax, a massive shadow suddenly blocked the sky, and a cold wind blew, smoothing out the pebbles on the ground.
The drop in temperature caused the dew on the ground to freeze rapidly, a change that sent shivers down Sigrid's spine.
"..."
A figure appeared out of thin air, his arrival silent and mysterious. Clad in a black robe, his face was shrouded in darkness, invisible even to the lightning's glare.
Despite his enigmatic presence, Sigrid could sense the danger emanating from him, an aura more formidable than even Askesan's.
"You've finally arrived," Askesan said, his eyes reflecting pleasure and relief. In an instant, a black magic chain appeared at the black-robed figure's behest, pulling Askesan out of Sigrid's attack range. Almost simultaneously, another black chain lashed out towards Sigrid.
With her wealth of combat experience, Sigrid tried to defend against the mysterious black chain, but to her surprise, it generated an impenetrable repulsive force even before making contact, slamming her forcefully into the ground. As Bandra City began to crumble, Sigrid, coughing up blood, fell to the lower levels of the city.
She adjusted her breath, her eyes sharp and alert.
She knew that against Askesan, she still had a chance.
But with the addition of this black-robed figure, anything could happen.
What was more troubling was that the true identity of the black-robed figure had just complicated the entire situation in the Protoss Empire.
Sigrid rose from the rubble in the lower levels of Bandra City, her long hair billowing in the wind, her gaze unwavering as she faced off against the two formidable enemies floating in the air above. Her aura remained resolute and resilient.
"Bishop of Hegemony..."
The black-robed figure's voice was filled with an illusory, distorted air, carrying a metallic echo as if he were pondering something—for instance, why the Bishop of Hegemony was here, defying the prophecies of the seer.
Of course, the seer's prophecies weren't always accurate; a degree of deviation was normal, but it was rare for the deviation to be this significant.
Additionally, if there were multiple powerful individuals with precognitive abilities performing divinations and then plotting based on those prophecies, they would interfere with each other, resulting in inaccurate predictions.
"Could it be the interference of the vampire, Heritier, Marquis of the Southern Continent...?"
The black-robed figure murmured softly, his voice barely audible.
Askesan paid no heed to the black-robed figure's musings, his eyes fixed on the distant figure of Sigrid.
"Apostle, don't waste time. If we let this woman drag things out until nightfall, it will become very troublesome."
Askesan spoke coldly to the black-robed figure beside him.
"Hehe."
However, the black-robed figure merely laughed as he looked towards the sky, as if he found Askesan's words to be an amusing joke.
He threw a card from his sleeve, an orange epic card with a huge crimson rift across it.
Immediately, a creature shrouded in darkness began to emerge from the warping space above. It resembled a small roundworm, its body encased in a hard shell engraved with intricate patterns. Its eyes shone with a cold, indifferent blue light, and gazing at it, one could sense the evil and toxicity emanating from its very core.
Suddenly, a terrifying pressure bore down on Sigrid, causing her to stumble forward.
She stared intently at the creature, her eyes straining as she tried to analyze its attributes using her appraisal magic, despite the pain it caused.
The strangest thing was that the black-robed figure boldly summoned this halo-type creature right in front of her, seemingly unconcerned that she might destroy it instantly.
Gradually, through her own sensory perception and the fragmented analysis results from her appraisal magic, she was able to deduce its basic attributes:
[Abyssal Black Worm]
[Category: Summon Card]
[Grade: Orange Epic]
[Attribute: Psychokinesis/Poison]
[Rank: 8]
[Effect: Unable to move or attack. The closer the enemy target is to this summon, the stronger the gravitational suppression they experience. After defeating this summon ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇.]
[Note: The power to extinguish all life.]
The black-robed figure, hovering high in the sky, looked at Sigrid and asked Askesan, "How long do you think she can last?"
Askesan remained silent, merely shaking his head with a smile, his gaze filled with pity as he watched Sigrid.
In their eyes, Sigrid was like a trapped prey with no escape.
Today, Bandra City, located on the northern border of the Protoss Empire, seemed like the perfect place for the Bishop of Hegemony, Sigrid, to meet her end.
PS: The vampire, Heritier, Marquis of the Southern Continent, first appeared in Chapter 86, at the beginning of the second volume.
(End of Chapter)
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