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Chapter 334: Lanchi is indeed a formidable foe.
Chapter 334: Lanchi is indeed a formidable foe.
The snowstorm rages relentlessly in the northern reaches of the Empire.
Under the dark and stormy skies, the northern border fortress of Bandel City quakes with destructive force as another Bishop-level eighth-tier powerhouse joins the fray.
The mountains and ancient trees beyond the city walls, even the frozen lakes that lay dormant, now stir restlessly under the influence of this chaotic battle.
The city gates shatter, ancient towers crumble, and roads become labyrinthine. The once bustling city, with its sculptures and plazas, lies in ruins, leaving only tortured souls trapped within this broken citadel, a stage for tragedy.
The pillars of Bandel City sink lower, layer by layer, as the suspended ground above forms a massive crater. The edges are lined with sharp rocks and broken walls, resembling the entrance to the gates of hell.
Within the deepening abyss at the crater's heart, the deadly battle intensifies. A swirling storm of deep, dark magical energy weaves a tapestry of gray and black, distorting the air and exuding a suffocating aura of death.
Where the three mighty combatants clash, the thick cloud cover descends, disturbed by some immense power, taking on eerie shapes, and occasionally, thunder rolls like the wrath of the gods.
With each exchange between Sigrid, Askesan, and the Black-Robed Man, the lower levels of the city are scarred by their collisions, creating craters. As the battle rages on, even the lower pillars begin to show signs of collapse.
Sigrid's silvery radiance holds the power to tear through all, while Askesan and the Black-Robed Man's seemingly infinite supply of icy magic creates a stark divide between light and darkness with each clash.
No one knows how long the battle has raged.
Even with their combined might, Askesan and the Black-Robed Man dare not let their guard down against Sigrid's relentless assault, cautiously blocking her every move.
Askesan's vision is clear.
Sigrid is not the only one wounded; unlike her, with her monstrous regenerative abilities, the Black-Robed Man, who has been marked by Sigrid, sustains noticeable damage each time she lands a blow.
Today, even if Askesan and the Black-Robed Man were to swiftly end Sigrid's life, they would still pay a price.
After a lengthy battle, Sigrid successfully shifts the battlefield dozens of meters away from the immobile abyssal worm.
Her strategy is apparent—she aims to distance herself from the abyssal creature.
However, the Black-Robed Man is relentless, never allowing Sigrid to change the battlefield to her advantage or granting her the slightest chance of escape, even if it means leaving himself open to her attacks.
Askesan shares this relentless pursuit.
All too aware of Sigrid's immunity to magic, he knows that conventional control magic will have little effect on her. Only through sheer force and powerful suppression can they effectively restrict her movements!
In the midst of the battle's dust and smoke, a fierce gale blows, briefly revealing three swift silhouettes.
Askesan, once proud and arrogant, now bears the marks of the battle. His dark gray robes are tattered, and his eyes, though still sharp, lack their previous intensity, suggesting a considerable drain on his energy. Yet, his countenance remains cold and mocking, the faint smile on his bloodied face undiminished.
The Black-Robed Man continues to move with spectral grace, his mysterious black robe now partially torn, still concealing his face behind a veil of darkness. The blood he coughs betrays the toll of Sigrid's hatred, and the black chains he wields, once radiant with oppressive black jade light, have begun to dim.
But their wounds pale in comparison to Sigrid's.
Her once radiant, silver-clad form is now riddled with fatal injuries. Her long hair, dripping with blood, frames eyes that have lost their vibrant purple spark, now dull and heavy-lidded. Her breath comes in rapid gasps, and the aura she exudes grows weaker by the moment; her collapse seems imminent.
Sigrid glances into the distant sky, her heart heavy with the knowledge that today's desperate struggle will likely be her last.
Even if she perishes, she holds little hope that the Saint will be able to escape the grasp of these two adversaries.
Perhaps, in her final moments, she might unleash one last, desperate attack and grievously wound one of them.
But the abyssal worm hinders her movements, and under the relentless onslaught of Askesan and the Black-Robed Man, landing a decisive blow on either of them seems impossibly difficult.
Throughout her life, Sigrid has shown no reverence for the gods, be it the Goddess of Fate or the Life Goddess revered by the Resurrection Church.
And now, it seems her fate is to succumb to the whims of luck.
"Sigrid, you are truly a formidable foe," Askesan says, his gaze holding a mixture of farewell to a worthy adversary and the unimaginable pleasure of finally being able to vanquish this nemesis.
As Sigrid closes in on the Black-Robed Man, Askesan's deep gray magic pulls at the dust-filled air, creating a miniature vortex, and the stones around her transform into countless particles of dust.
"!"
Sigrid senses the surge of powerful magical energy, knowing that Askesan, despite his nonchalant demeanor, has been seeking an opportunity to end her life from the very start.
Even as she desperately evades Askesan's killing move, the Black-Robed Man's black chains strike, slamming her into the ground.
"Hahahaha!"
Askesan's laughter rings out, mocking Sigrid's stubborn resistance. In the face of their combined might, she is but a pitiful plaything.
As the dust settles, the black chains tighten their hold.
But Sigrid is nowhere to be seen.
In a fleeting moment, she had used one of her few remaining teleportation spells, diving towards the Black-Robed Man.
Though she knows her desperate gamble is unlikely to succeed, she has few options left.
In this moment, there is only one path: to court death and seek rebirth from its embrace!
"..."
The Black-Robed Man, ever prepared, sweeps his sleeve, and the massive black chains predict her movement, lashing out with lightning speed.
She attempts to dodge, but the chains shadow her every move, ensnaring her arms and waist. Her body trembles as she struggles, but the chains only tighten their hold.
Askesan, meanwhile, has completed his next round of spell preparation.
He points a finger, and hundreds of magical arrays converge on Sigrid's location, covering the entire ruins of Bandel City. A chilling light emanates from within the circles, threatening to freeze everything within.
Sigrid, bound by the chains, feels a sense of crisis like never before, her body immobilized.
"Hu..."
She takes a deep breath, perhaps her last, and the silvery light that envelops her body ignites once more, brighter than ever before. Regardless of the outcome, this is her final stand, her life force burning with an intense silver flame.
The flames burned wildly on the chains, threatening to melt them, and a glint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the Black-Robed Man, but it was quickly replaced by certainty—
Sigrid had finally been pushed to her limit and was about to make a desperate all-or-nothing move.
No matter how powerful Sigrid's outburst was, she was at the end of her rope. With them prepared, neither he nor Askesan was likely to be hit by her!
However.
Just as the two sides were about to clash.
In the distance, a streak of silver light descended like a meteor and landed near the abyssal worm, seizing the spatial gap in this moment.
When Sigrid had managed to shift the battlefield away from the abyssal worm, it had already created some distance from both Askesan and the Black-Robed Man!
The interloper, who had been observing the situation for a long time, finally seized this rare opportunity and arrived on the scene.
After the silver light puppet dropped off Lanchi, he stood alone by the abyssal worm, and under this immense pressure, Cat Boss struggled to breathe, his heart aching.
Lanchi's gaze was firm and his target clear. The devastating energy fluctuations and deafening roars in the center of the battlefield, as well as the surrounding destruction, seemed to have nothing to do with him.
His eyes were only on this formidable eighth-tier epic summon that had even given Sigrid a hard battle.
"Chi—"
The disc-shaped abyssal worm, hovering in mid-air, was an ever-expanding distorted fissure. The air around it was filled with an eerie, chilling aura, not only causing discomfort but also a bone-chilling cold that seemed to herald a realm of annihilation beyond human comprehension.
Lanchi's steps seemed to tread upon a swamp as he approached the abyssal worm, and at this close distance, the countless eyes on its body fixed upon him.
In its cognition, Lanchi was but an insignificant little bug, not even worthy of being considered an intruder.
However, Lanchi paid no heed to the bizarre aura and piercing malice emanating from the abyssal worm; his eyes only held admiration.
On the other side of the battlefield.
A hint of relief appeared on Sigrid's lips.
She knew that her Saint was not a coward; even in this critical moment, he could remain calm and join her in this final battle against their enemies.
"..."
Upon seeing that Sigrid's Spirit Energy Puppet had returned, Askesan and the Black-Robed Man instantly reached a consensus in battle. They only needed to focus on Sigrid, who was on the verge of defeat, and not let any feints distract them, leaving no openings for her to exploit!
No one would worry about an eighth-tier epic summon like the abyssal worm being affected by a mere puppet or magic items.
To get rid of the abyssal worm without paying a hefty price, only a top-notch sealer like Askesan could pull it off! Even a sixth-tier Saint of Oblivion had no chance of sealing an eighth-tier epic summon, and any mortal below the seventh tier seemed insignificant before the abyssal worm.
Beneath the abyssal worm.
Lanchi raised his hand, and a faint glow appeared, emanating from a small magical item.
It was an orange, semi-transparent card, but unlike the usual sturdy variety. The entire card seemed ethereal, straddling the line between substance and non-substance, and the magical runes on it flowed like a heartbeat, emitting an unstable luster. It trembled slightly, as if its frequency was out of sync with the world.
Until Lanchi released it.
The magical card began to shine brighter and brighter, unlike any ordinary magic card, resembling several intertwined spirals emitting an ancient and mysterious radiance.
As the liberated magic card shattered into spirals that separated from each other, a massive vortex formed, bending, attracting, and tearing the surrounding light until it stabilized and accelerated into shape. A rift was cut open within the vortex, revealing its true form—a colossal wolf.
Ethereal crimson runes, like temporal fractures, swirled and danced upon its pitch-black, profound body.
In this gloomy, shattered citadel, it blossomed with world-shattering red runes, each one pulsating and breathing like a rift from another dimension.
Regarding the sudden change involving the abyssal worm, there was only contempt in the eyes of the Black-Robed Man and Askesan.
Although they didn't have the time to identify or spare the mental effort to appraise the attributes of this orange epic card, a mere ant-like Saint of Dominion was of no concern.
The next moment.
As the wolf's claws heavily slammed into the body of the abyssal worm, the previously silent creature let out an ear-piercing, heaven-shaking scream.
"!"
Almost simultaneously, Askesan and the Black-Robed Man turned their heads, their eyes reflecting a hint of shock.
They had never felt the abyssal worm exhibit such pain and fear! Only Lanchi knew the true capabilities of this Nuclear Fusion Wolf.
Nuclear Fusion Wolf
Category: Summoning Card
Grade: Orange Epic
Attribute: Fire/Seal
Tier: 4
Effect: When attacking a summon or equipment, it can seal and devour the target back into a magic card state for 10 seconds. Cooldown time: 10 minutes. Can induce a violent self-destruction, unaffected by any magic cards during the explosion. All devoured magic cards will be chain-detonated, and the explosion's power will be influenced by the number, tier, and grade of the cards. After the explosion, the magic cards cannot be used again for 30 days.
Note: I have now become the Grim Reaper, the world's destroyer.
The abyssal worm struggled to escape, but after being successfully hunted by the Nuclear Fusion Wolf, it was like an ant that had swapped places with an elephant. As the wolf clamped down on it, the abyssal worm was forcibly twisted and sealed, reverting to a flashing electrocuted magic card! In the instant the Nuclear Fusion Wolf devoured it, the worm's mournful wail and cacophonous noise completely vanished from the battlefield.
The oppressive feeling on Sigrid's body instantly disappeared, and she seemed astonished that Lanchi could briefly erase the abyssal worm from the battlefield.
At this moment, the situation on the battlefield changed abruptly!
And at this moment, Lanchi, like a puppeteer, raised his hands in satisfaction, displaying his grand sealing technique to Askesan and the Black-Robed Man, as if telling them: I am a Super Saint-Exterminator.
(End of Chapter)
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