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Chapter 333: Lanchi's True Strength Veiled, Rising to the Occasion
Chapter 333: Lanchi's True Strength Veiled, Rising to the Occasion
The entire sunken city of Bandra was crumbling step by step, becoming like dust in the wind, as if it could be swallowed up by the battle at any moment.
In the sky, a huge energy vortex began to form, and the day of the eclipse finally arrived, obscuring and devouring everything around it.
As the battle erupted once more, cracks began to spread in the upper remnants of the city-state. These cracks were bottomless, and from them surged murky waves of energy, as if the gates of hell had been opened.
The majestic spires and grand ancient buildings of the Protoss Empire were as fragile as paper in this battle, collapsing one after another and becoming ruins of history.
The black-robed figure who had suddenly appeared wielded black chains that were even more difficult for Sigrid to defend against than Askesan's sealing magic. At this moment, her movements were much slower than before, while Askesan was more relaxed and prepared to cast his sealing technique, instantly applying it to an area from which Sigrid could not escape.
Working together, the two had pushed Sigrid into a dire situation like never before.
She was forced to evade continuously, but each time it was extremely difficult. Whenever she tried to counter-attack, one of them would interrupt her, preventing her from displaying even half of her strength.
Fighting two opponents was not the worst part; the worst was that they could coordinate with each other.
The Epic Summon of the Eighth Order also caused her a lot of trouble.
Even so, she was still reluctant to prioritize killing that black insect.
Without sufficient intelligence, killing it rashly could lead to more serious consequences.
There were several possible scenarios: it could inflict a fatal negative status on her, or the insect could evolve into a more troublesome form. In an extreme case, killing it could cause her to suffer devastating damage and lose instantly.
Both enemies were experts in control and output, preventing her from changing the battlefield. She could only withstand the negative effects of the summon's aura while resisting the two opponents and being careful not to accidentally kill the insect.
Even so, Sigrid did not back down. Relying on her physical prowess and pugilistic intent, she kept looking for an opening in their defenses.
Although victory for her did not mean defeating them but escaping, even fleeing the city-state seemed as difficult as ascending to heaven today.
The only option now was to severely injure the black-robed figure first, forcing him to be unable to maintain the summoning of a large eighth-order epic summon like the Abyssal Black Insect. The best strategy when unable to dispel a summon is to target the summoner!
"Sigrid, you're not still dreaming of holding out until nightfall, are you? It's still several hours away."
Askesan fixed his gaze on the stubbornly resisting Sigrid, focusing his magical power on his fingertips. The air in the direction he pointed to gradually distorted, forming deep gray fissures that seemed capable of instantly crushing anything they devoured.
Gray lines crisscrossed through space, blocking off Sigrid's range of evasion.
He was well aware of this woman's characteristics. Even if she was at a disadvantage, as long as she dragged things out until nightfall and stood under the moonlight, she would gain that unreasonable all-attribute enhancement and regenerative power.
Once, he had almost fallen at the hands of this woman.
But today, they had the advantage in every aspect—time, location, and people. She would never be able to wait for the moon to rise!
Finally, as Askesan was about to launch an attack to restrict Sigrid's movements, she seized a fleeting opportunity and silently charged forward, her body resembling a silver lightning bolt as she rushed towards Askesan once more.
However, at this critical moment, the black-robed figure had also anticipated her move. Black chains surged from the ground, weaving into a cage that shattered her offense, while the gray lines arranged by Askesan began to swell until they intersected and exploded.
The powerful impact sent Sigrid flying. She crashed into the distant ground, rolling several times before coming to a stop.
She struggled to get up, and the combination of her injuries and the pressure from the two opponents made her feel like her consciousness was slowing down.
The longer the fight dragged on, the clearer it became that holding out until nightfall would not be easy.
"You have great courage, follower of the Dominating Religion, but you should also be aware of your chances of victory at this point."
The black-robed figure's voice was as cold as the wind.
"Is that puny mortal waiting to die out there your new Saint Child? Why don't you give up on him quickly and recall your Spirit Puppet to aid you instead?"
Askesan's magic raged on, now deliberately disrupting Sigrid's state of mind with ease.
He never expected Sigrid to choose such a weak new Overgod Saint Child. If not for this burden, her combat strength would be stronger, and her lone chance of escape would be slightly better.
After all these years, Askesan had never found the Dominating Religion so easy to deal with.
Although he had prepared a new sealing technique for the next decisive battle to kill Sigrid, it was too clever of her to come to this desolate northern border of the empire on her own.
"What a pity. I was hoping my Extinction Saint would kill another Overgod Saintess, but after today, there will never be another Overgod branch in this world."
"..."
No matter how infuriating Askesan's words were, Sigrid remained silent. Blood trickled down from her eyebrow, and her cold eyes held only the calm intent to battle.
She had promised to protect the Saint Child, and she would never go back on her word.
In this world, she valued courage and integrity, and she would not sacrifice them for her life!
...
Far away, on the outskirts of the ruined Bandra City.
From Lanchi's perspective, Sigrid was no longer the carefree girl, Sid, who chatted with him, but a solitary war goddess driven into a desperate situation by an opponent akin to a deity.
This city, now unrecognizable, was constantly filled with loud crashes, and sometimes the air was permeated with intermittent deadly silence. If the silence persisted, it would mean that Sigrid's life had been taken.
In this city that could fall into complete silence at any moment, Lanchi could clearly sense the distance from the battlefield—a distance that represented the gap between mortals and deities.
Even standing here, if not for the protection of the silver light puppet, he would be severely injured at any moment by the aftershocks of the battle.
To participate in a battle of this level, one would need to be at least a Seventh Stage; otherwise, every detail and every moment would instantly vaporize the fragile human body.
However, after the appearance of that mysterious black-robed figure, comparable to a bishop, Lanchi also knew that his father figure was thoroughly outmatched. She needed a little help.
"Puppet, do you have your own consciousness?"
Lanchi turned to the silver light puppet, which looked exactly like Sid, and asked.
The silver light puppet nodded.
Although most of the time, Sigrid controlled her, when Sigrid didn't have the mental capacity to control her, she would operate independently, carrying out Sigrid's order to protect Lanchi.
"Can you protect me and take me somewhere else later?"
Lanchi asked, looking at her intently.
The silver light puppet hesitated for a moment before nodding again.
Her order was to protect the Saint Child, and the Saint Child's priority was higher than her own judgment, so when Sigrid gave no instructions, she would listen to the Saint Child's requests.
Lanchi tapped his toes lightly, staring at his shadow.
The cat boss within the shadow was already scared to tears.
"Cat boss, get ready to help me with your magic, and don't bring the Fake Tablet of Wind."
He whispered.
Using the Fake Tablet of Wind in this situation might cause Sigrid to lose trust in him at a critical moment or severely interfere with her judgment.
In the worst-case scenario, given her volatile personality, she would rather fight to the death with Askesan than be saved by the High Priest and fall into his hands.
"Y-yes... yes..."
Even though the cat boss knew Lanchi was messing around, he could only respond with a trembling, faint voice.
After instructing the cat boss, Lanchi stared straight at the Abyssal Black Insect.
He had never seen such a high-end summon!
(End of Chapter)
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