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Chapter 347: Who Exactly is Lanchi?
Chapter 347: Who Exactly is Lanchi?
Meanwhile, on the snowfield's horizon, the first rays of sunlight finally pierced through the silent night.
A figure with black hair and green eyes stood with his back to the sun, as if the dazzling light shone just for him, gilding his hair with a radiant glow of gold and silver, fluttering in the gentle breeze.
The pure golden radiance gradually illuminated the land behind him, seeming to dispel the darkness of the night, turning the ashen sky into a canvas of red and orange, and cloaking the cold snowfield in a dazzling array of colors.
Lanchi's gaze upon Anielo remained calm, as if he had never considered the mere Annihilator Saint as a worthy opponent—
It was the gaze of a deity looking down upon insignificant mortals, a gaze that might see, or might completely overlook him.
All the sixth-level sealing magic seemed illusory, like bubbles about to pop, in the face of the seventh-level wind magic and the might of the [Primeval Tablet - Wind].
On the other side, the confidence and arrogance that once filled Anielo's face were now replaced by sheer terror. His deep, oceanic eyes widened, and the calm, almost indifferent aura he once exuded had crumbled the moment Lanchi unleashed the power of the [Primeval Tablet - Wind].
The chill that crept up his spine made Anielo turn his body, no longer caring about anything else, and he ran.
His instinct to flee kicked in before his body started to feel weak and cold.
This fear wasn't just a response to an invincible foe, but also the weight of knowing too many secrets, secrets that threatened to crush him, insignificant as he was!
Even as the Annihilator Saint, there was no shame in running from a Cardinal, a high priest of the Church of the Fate Goddess!
His wildly pounding heart told him that it was a fortunate thing that his opponent was the most virtuous high priest in the Church. Lanchi wouldn't stoop to bullying the weak; otherwise, Loren would have personally eradicated the Saints and Holy Maidens under the Annihilator Bishop long ago.
If people of their status resorted to killing Saints and Holy Maidens, it would only drive the Cardinal Bishops to hunt down lower-ranked priests more frenziedly and ruthlessly.
This was the balance and compromise that Loren had chosen, to a certain extent.
However, that didn't mean that Loren wouldn't casually erase him if he lingered. After all, Anielo had come to Loren of his own accord.
Anielo's hands, which had once wielded sealing magic with such power, were now trembling uncontrollably. Without hesitation, he spun around as fast as he could, each step heavy as if trying to trample all his fears underfoot as he fled from this terrifying snowfield.
The snow around him was kicked up and scattered, leaving a unique trail in the snowfield, like the tail of a loser fleeing in defeat.
His deep footprints were left in the snow, and with the roaring gusts of wind, they soon became but a fading shadow in the distance, a testament to his desperate desire to get as far away from this place as possible.
After a long while,
"..."
Lanchi, from afar, watched the direction in which the Annihilator Saint had fled in terror until he completely disappeared from view, a faint smile playing on his lips.
Even without his earlier promise, the Annihilator Saint would have undoubtedly chosen to escape toward the Snowfield Province.
The nearest communication terminal was in the Snowfield Province, and Anielo could borrow it to contact others.
Although the communication terminal in the Snowfield Province was currently blocked by the Imperial Army, the Annihilator Bishop Askesang had surely given the Annihilator Saint, Anielo, the authority to unblock it. Only then would he feel assured to entrust the crucial task of intercepting the Dominant Pope to him.
Unfortunately, Lanchi also had the authority to ensure that Annihilator Saint Anielo would never get the chance to touch that communication terminal.
"A bad student can only expect an endless fate and messages that will never be delivered."
Lanchi murmured, gazing toward the snowfields in the south.
No one knew what he was planning to do next, but his relaxed demeanor, now that his task was complete, seemed to suggest that everything had come to an end.
It was only after dozens of seconds had passed and the Annihilator Saint had completely disappeared beyond the horizon that Sid finally blinked, her eyes wide as she stared at the young man beside her. Her hand, which had been clutching his sleeve, remained there.
She knew that the magic that had deflected the explosion in Bandra City earlier was none other than [Storm Dragon's Roar], likely a pink sacred self-selected reward that Lanchi had obtained during the Protoss Royal Magic Academy's monthly assessment day.
At that time, she had been severely injured and almost unconscious, and had not sensed the power of the [Primeval Tablet - Wind] at all.
As an orange-level epic [Primeval Tablet], its bestowed blessings and divine radiance upon corresponding attribute magic should be irreversible! In this world, there should only be one person who possesses the power of the [Primeval Tablet - Wind].
And that person was Loren, the High Priest of the Fate Goddess Church in the Southern Continent.
Sid's mind was in turmoil as she tried to make sense of the identity of the Saint before her.
Lanchi raised his hand and smiled at Sid, indicating that he meant her no harm.
"..."
Sid stood stunned for a long while, her eyes reflecting her surprise. It was only when she met Lanchi's verdant gaze that the turmoil in her purple eyes gradually calmed.
"Take your time. I'm listening, and I still trust you."
Her expression turned serious, and her voice steady as she spoke.
There were a thousand ways to show gratitude, but the best was to never betray that trust.
"..."
Lanchi paused, a little taken aback, but then he, too, smiled from the heart, as if grateful for her continued faith in him.
However, before Lanchi could say another word to Sid, Black Cat popped out from the shadows, eyes wide with disbelief as he latched onto Lanchi's clothes.
"Why did I get the [Primeval Tablet - Wind] effect when I used [Storm Dragon's Roar] this time?!
The cat stared at Lanchi, bewildered, as he fumbled for an explanation.
Lanchi merely smiled without answering, his fingers sketching the shape of a stone tablet in the air.
"Meow?"
It was then that Black Cat remembered. The last time they were in Bandra City, Lanchi had asked him to take off the [Fake Stone Tablet - Wind].
Lanchi had emphasized that he must always wear it when using [Storm Dragon's Roar] from then on.
So, it was like a skill skin?
Did that mean it could perfectly mimic the effects of Loren's [Primeval Tablet - Wind]?
According to the common knowledge of the Northern Continent, the owner of the [Primeval Tablet - Wind] was none other than Loren himself!
"That's right, Black Cat. You've guessed it," Lanchi nodded, assuming that the cat had figured it out.
"Meow..."
Black Cat's eyes immediately welled up with tears.
Just thinking about how he had helped Lanchi impersonate the High Priest Loren made him feel utterly guilty. He knew that after today, Loren would likely be mired in century-old scandals, with rumors spreading that he had come to the Northern Continent and joined the Resurrection Church.
The happiest moment since coming to the Northern Continent had been when Lanchi gifted him a seventh-level pink sacred magic card. But now he realized that the moment he had accepted [Storm Dragon's Roar], the price for it had already been set.
From now on, he would never dare to face that kind and virtuous High Priest again upon his return to the royal capital of Horton, Ikelite!
Oh, Goddess, forgive me!
"So, you can even forge a [Primeval Tablet]?"
Sid tentatively let go of Lanchi's sleeve, crossing her arms as she listened to the exchange between Lanchi and the little black cat. She had more or less figured out what had transpired.
A playful smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.
Her Saint was truly an extraordinary man. She had known that his magic engineering skills were impressive and that he was incredibly talented in the arts, but she had never expected him to be able to create a counterfeit [Fake Stone Tablet].
It seemed the list of his positive attributes was growing longer by the day, and each one of them was exactly to her liking.
(End of Chapter)
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