Chapter 346: Have You Witnessed the Power of the Wind God?
Chapter 346: Have You Witnessed the Power of the Wind God?
The cold wind in the snowy field ruffled the robes of the Son of Obliteration, but for Arnello, this cold did not exist; it was as if he were isolated from it all.
Unrushed and unhurried, he savored the changing expressions on the faces of the two before him as they reacted to his words.
Though Sigrid's gaze never wavered and showed no sign of surrender, her breath was weak and tired, her energy waning.
However, the expression on the face of the Son of Domination by her side did not fully satisfy Arnello.
Remaining unmoved by the state of the Son of Domination, he truly lived up to the cold-hearted nature of a sealer.
Through communications from the Northern Border Province, Arnello received clear instructions from the Bishop of Obliteration, Askesan.
Though the Bishop did not divulge much, he had warned Arnello that the Son of Domination was also a sealer and an extremely unorthodox one at that.
From Askesan's one-sided words, Arnello could surmise that the Son of Domination likely possessed a sealing technique that even the Bishop of Obliteration himself was wary of.
Of course, this formidable ability must have had numerous restrictions and might not even be usable in the short term.
"Son of Domination, though I know not who you are beneath that disguise, have you ever considered that if you were to kill the woman by your side, you would become the new Cardinal?"
Arnello, the Son of Obliteration, asked with great interest.
During their long escape journey, the Son of Domination must have had numerous opportunities to kill the Son of Dominion.
And one of the greatest attributes of the Proof of Rebirth was that any holder who killed a Cardinal would become the new Cardinal! No follower of the Rebirth Church would refuse such supreme power and the Cardinal's Proof, a divine artifact comparable to the Original Stone Tablets, let alone the fact that the Son of Dominion already possessed one of those tablets.
When there are two rats in a cage, inciting discord between them becomes a very entertaining pastime.
"...”
Far from arousing Sigrid's suspicion of Lanchi due to his words, she moved even closer to her.
"I don't want to be a Cardinal. My original intention was purely to research an academic topic, and then by a twist of fate, I met a trustworthy friend, and we traveled together here. That's all there is to it."
Lanchi looked at Arnello and answered his question calmly, as if sharing the story of his struggles since coming to the Northern Continent with a student.
He had come to the Northern Continent for his research, not as an evil cultist, but as an academic with a firm belief.
It was just that along the way, due to the turmoil of the times, his ideal for love and peace, and his deep love for the Protoss Empire, his plan of action had gradually updated until it had diverged slightly from his initial intentions.
But he never forgot his original aspiration; his academic faith remained steadfast, and his ultimate goal was still to witness the Original Stone Tablets of Sealing.
He had no desire to be a Cardinal, and he never would.
He would never become a Cardinal of the Rebirth Church in this lifetime.
"...”
The Son of Obliteration remained silent for a long time.
He didn't know if the young man was serious or toying with him.
Talking to the Son of Domination always made him feel like the other man saw him as having a very low IQ, as if he looked down on him from the depths of his heart.
"Hand over the secret that even Askesan fears to me, and I will refrain from making your death a painful one."
Arnello said coldly, not intending to prolong the conversation any further.
"Of course, I also have ways to make you willingly beg to hand it over to me."
"...”
Lanchi merely smiled slightly at his words.
"Son of Obliteration, Arnello, I won't bully you. I swear by the name of the Great Goddess that as long as you can reach the Snowfield Province before the sun fully rises, I won't kill you."
Lanchi raised his left hand and pointed to the south, as if offering Arnello a final shred of mercy.
"Great Goddess..."
Arnello laughed mockingly at Lanchi's provocation,
"Only those fools from the Church of the Goddess of Fate would constantly spout the name of the Great Goddess."
Do you think that by praying to the goddess at this moment, she will be able to save you?
When Arnello raised his head again, all patience had left his eyes!
This cryptic attitude of theirs irritated him, and the Son of Domination's unwavering demeanor as an upper-class figure made the Son of Obliteration want to twist his neck!
The magic power emanating from the distant sky grew denser, causing the surrounding snowflakes to tremble.
The sky gathered thick, dark clouds, attracted by the gathering magic. The black clouds quickly spun and condensed into a vortex, emitting a shocking wave of energy that made the surrounding air exceptionally heavy.
Arnello extended his hand, and a dark red magical seal appeared in his palm, expanding and absorbing all the light and energy around it like a black hole. Between heaven and earth, all sounds and colors were devoured by this magical seal, leaving only dead silence.
Standing far away, Lanchi and Sigrid felt their very presence fading in the magical storm, as everything around them became blurred and their vision was slowly consumed. This attack might not kill them, but it would certainly cause them both excruciating pain and render them incapable of resisting.
"It's over," Arnello said coldly. The magical seal in his hand released a massive black beam that soared into the sky, blooming in the air to form a pitch-black magic array that enveloped the area above Lanchi and Sid.
Then, from the magic array, deep gray magical currents transformed into spreading light rain, falling from the sky towards Lanchi and Sid, intending to seal them completely into sculptures.
Even Sigrid knew that whether or not they could dodge this attack depended entirely on her Saint.
In this life-or-death moment, she felt exceptionally calm.
She looked closely at Lanchi, her eyes reflecting his image.
Lanchi's helpless smile revealed a hint of apology.
It seemed that at that truly decisive moment, it would be difficult to explain too much to her, and he hoped she wouldn't be too scared afterward.
However, at this moment, Sid was not panicking at all.
Her shiny purple eyes, like the surface of a lake, were exceptionally resigned and gentle. She reached out and grabbed Lanchi's sleeve, her moving lips seeming to tell him that since they had experienced life and death together once, even if they died together this time, she had no complaints, so she trusted him.
Time seemed to accelerate at this moment, as overwhelming magic power surged towards the two of them, falling from the sky and enveloping their figures!
The vast snowfield covered in dark gray snow suddenly erupted with a shocking roar, like the sound of a thousand thunderclaps, deafening. In an instant, the entire snowfield was awakened, and all things trembled.
"Hahaha!"
Just as Arnello coldly laughed, watching as everything in the distance was engulfed.
The next second.
The entire snowfield was shrouded by a sudden gale, shaking like doomsday had arrived!
This gale was initially just a tiny whirlwind, but in an instant, it became a raging storm capable of tearing apart all things.
In the face of the violent wind magic, all sealing magic, including the spatial gray lines left by Arnello earlier, became as fragile as paper, easily scattered!
As the sun rose over the snowfield, it was as if a divine dragon roared.
The awe-inspiring brilliance that struck the soul interpreted the mighty force that constituted all things in the world. The divine radiance of the Age of Gods was manifested in him, and he drove the flow of clouds, changing the face of the sky. The power that penetrated the cloud layer was the unique breath of the wind, and the wind gently blew over the earth, and the snowflakes stagnated for a moment, reversing the sky!
In the legends of old, the Wind God controlled the direction of the wind. His voice was a soft murmur and also a thunderous edict.
And standing at the center of the storm was the deity who controlled the wind!
He looked at Arnello with compassion, pity, and a hint of regret.
It was the signal for the end of the game.
"Ah... Ah..."
Arnello's spell suddenly stopped, his lips quivering, and his expression changing from joy to pallor in an instant. The thick panic in his rapidly shrinking pupils was like a dark cloud, obscuring his reason and courage, causing his previous calmness and confidence to disappear without a trace.
Unbearable fear filled Arnello, the Son of Obliteration, to his bones.
He couldn't understand why the High Priest Loren would appear here, even disguising himself as the Son of Domination and deceiving everyone!!
(End of Chapter)
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