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Chapter 350: Lanchi's Royal Guard
Chapter 350: Lanchi's Royal Guard
Anello's fingers curled tightly around the mouthpiece of the magic communicator, the joints turning white as he debated whether to let go or hold on tighter.
A heavy weight pressed against his chest, making his breathing difficult.
The bright space, which should have brought him comfort, suddenly felt like a confined cage from which he had yet to escape, trapping him even more securely.
This was supposed to be a secure line to the imperial capital.
But the voice that came through was both familiar and unfamiliar.
Anello's mind raced.
How could the private line between the Snowfield Province and the imperial capital, Helrom, be occupied by someone else?
Could it be that the entire capital, the entire front line, had fallen into enemy hands?
No, that was impossible!
It must be his imagination!
A look of terror, like that of a trapped beast, flashed in Anello's eyes as he sought to discern the truth.
As panic spread within him, he finally spoke, his voice trembling slightly but maintaining a calm tone. "May I ask which high official of the Imperial Defense Bureau I have the honor of addressing?"
"We just met, and you've forgotten my voice so soon?"
The other party remained casual and cheerful, with a hint of a smile in their voice.
This confirmation struck Anello like a hammer blow.
Anello reacted quickly, but it was clear he was a step too slow.
He wanted to leave this confined space and flee the eerie city of Bon even further, but as he went to release the mouthpiece, a violent numbing sensation struck him like lightning, instantly spreading throughout his body.
Was there another trap in the governor's office?!
As panic gripped Anello, and when he tried to mobilize his magic, an indescribable heaviness and sluggishness enveloped him, as if he were a bird about to take flight only to have the sky come crashing down, turning into a mountain that pressed upon him!
He struggled, but his body remained fixed in place, even a small step forward feeling extraordinarily difficult.
A deep blue light began to emanate from the walls of the office, signifying the military's "Seal of Magical Restraint" and the accompanying suppression effect of the city defense barrier against violent criminals within the city-state.
At the same time, poison gas started pouring in through the room's ventilation system.
Even the Son of Oblivion, who held his breath at the first sign of trouble, felt his body weakening and his vision blurring.
The space seemed to compress and collapse, the air thinning to the point of squeezing the life out of him.
Anello realized he had fallen into a trap.
Usually, the highest-ranking individuals in a local province would be a handful of sixth-ranks, with fifth-ranks being extremely rare and posing no real threat. But now, trapped in this cage, he was in grave danger!
His face paled, his eyes filled with anxiety, and beads of cold sweat slid down his forehead.
Anello struggled to maintain his composure, but every cell in his body seemed to be telling him that escape was impossible.
As the dual barriers fully formed, the door to the governor's office was flung open, and the Grand Priest of the Extinction Branch was nowhere to be seen. Only Viscount Kingston and his provincial elite forces had entered the room.
The heavy footsteps of their boots on the luxurious carpet sounded like the footsteps of death itself, echoing through the grand governor's office and filling Anello with a sense of oppression that surpassed even the constraints of the magic barrier.
Charging into the room were several fully armed provincial combat elites, their eyes deep and soulless, like ancient demon warriors on the battlefield.
Previously, to counter the Ghost Party, the elite forces of the entire province had assembled and undergone short-term intensive training under Lanchi's guidance. Afterward, under Xia Ya's tutelage, they continued to absorb the governor's tactical and operational concepts. They had now matured into an elite extermination force.
The individuals Viscount Kingston had summoned were even more exceptional; they were all fifth-rank captains.
Without giving Anello a chance to explain, these masked individuals launched their offense without hesitation. A light warrior charged forward, his fists aimed squarely at Anello's jaw, while several heavy warriors swiftly surrounded him with ice picks, each movement precise and calculated.
The sharp ice picks they wielded were imbued with deep black curse seals. They were not made of natural ice but were military magical devices, capable of inflicting powerful silence and freezing effects.
Although Anello had just purged the paralysis effect from his body, he was still constrained by the barrier, which slowed his mana flow and spellcasting speed severalfold. The poison gas in the room continued to permeate, and he barely managed to dodge the light warrior's sneak attack, relying on his combat instincts. He attempted to cast a spell in defiance, but compared to the fully-buffed heavy warriors, he felt as fragile as a soft-boned beast surrounded by elite hunters!
One of the heavy warriors rushed towards Anello, ice pick in hand, intending to stab his limbs. Anello refused to back down, despite his restricted movements. He could still manipulate his most basic mana, channeling it towards his wrists. Just as the ice pick was about to make contact, he unleashed a powerful burst, instantly knocking back the circle of heavy warriors.
In that instant, Anello tried to summon his mana, and deep gray flames erupted from beneath him, seeking to burn away his enemies' blockade.
However, this difficult spellcasting appeared sluggish in his opponents' eyes, and they showed no hint of fear or hesitation. One of them swiftly took up a shield and mace in their left and right hands, respectively, aiming to subdue and pin Anello to the ground.
Meanwhile, two more heavily armored warriors had flanked him, fearless of pain or injury. Their ice picks moved like venomous snakes, striking at Anello with lightning speed!
Caught in a pincer attack, Anello once again tried to repel his assailants with his mana. But in that moment, his already heavy feet were yanked forcefully, as one of the warriors had taken the opportunity to throw an anchor with a chain, ensnaring his legs.
The light warrior pressed forward, not rushing to strike but using his companions' restraint to find an opening, preparing to deliver a fatal blow or maintain the disruption.
"You bastards!!!"
Anello roared, and the gray flames around him swirled like a fire tornado, forming a shield to counter the enemy's ice picks.
However, the royal guard had already planned out each step with disciplined precision.
One of the light warriors suddenly accelerated towards Anello, gripping his ice pick with both hands as if ready to die. He aimed a deadly strike at Anello's eyes.
To protect his eyes, Anello had no choice but to evade.
But before he could refocus his hazy vision, a heavy warrior had already sneaked up behind him.
The tall and cruel figure skillfully and swiftly struck the back of Anello's head with a blunt object, making his vision spin. From the side, another heavy warrior wearing brass knuckles and with bloodthirsty scarlet eyes let out a roar as he delivered a heavy hook punch to Anello's stomach, causing him to feel as if his entire body had been ruptured by that single blow!
(End of Chapter)
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