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Chapter 476: I am, Logan McCarthy
Chapter 476: I am, Logan McCarthy
The intense battle unfolding within the Deadly Arena had every noble in the Franklin Hall seats on the edge of their seats, gripped by thrilling suspense.
Even though the arena's soundproofing prevented interference or assistance from outside, the mere sight of the magical aftershocks rippling against the barrier, silent bursts of white light, was chilling to this group of elites.
For beings below the sixth tier, an eighth-tier battle was akin to the wrath of the gods, and any creature caught in its path would be instantly obliterated.
Three uniquely shaped demons were advancing towards Askhsan, forming an impenetrable line.
They were both a solid shield for Sigrud and a lethal spear against Askhsan.
The forward demon was the most agile and nimble, and even without a weapon in hand, every move seemed to bring forth invisible blades, accompanied by ear-piercing sounds of slicing air, leaving clear cuts on the ground.
The middle guard demon was shrouded in mystery, its blurry figure appearing to be composed of abyssal waters, emitting deep, black undulations.
As long as he stood in the center, no matter Askhsan's offensive or defensive intentions, he seemed able to see through them all and accurately convey them to the other two demons. As the central commander, he would occasionally summon a large-scale, devouring darkness to pull Askhsan into an endless abyss.
The last demon in the back seemed casual, but with a casual wave of her palm, she covered the Deadly Arena with seals that quickly spun and merged in the air, forming an indestructible floating barrier to precisely protect the other two demons from Askhsan's fierce counterattacks.
The figure of Askhsan, the Bishop of Extinction, darted through the Deadly Arena.
Facing the siege of the three demons, he looked extremely disheveled, and every dodge was filled with desperate determination.
Even the noble lords who didn't understand magic could tell that Askhsan's chances of victory were slim if he continued fighting like this.
"Is this really a summoner fighting a seal master?"
A noble in the audience couldn't help but question.
Usually, when summoners fought, they took on the role of tactical commanders, exerting themselves to give combat instructions and buffs to their summons while their physical bodies could also engage in battle, causing distractions for their opponents.
But these three summons seemed to have self-awareness and were determined to gang up on Askhsan!
"I always feel like this is a mob beating, but I have no evidence."
"But look at Askhsan's expression, furious to the point of cursing. He seems to think that Sigrud isn't dueling fairly either."
The Congress Hall seats buzzed with discussions.
At this moment, the female demon in the back had already used light blue magic to construct a semi-transparent bar counter and chairs, inviting Sigrud to sit down, and standing by her side like a bartender awaiting Sigrud's orders, displaying her professional colors.
If it weren't for the fact that drinks couldn't be brought into the Deadly Arena, she would have started mixing cocktails for Sigrud.
"Look at how bright that magic is."
"Indeed, but the King also told us that if he used seventh-tier or higher magic as fireworks or light shows in the urban areas of his hometown, he would have to pay a hefty fine even if he didn't cause any public damage. Once, one of his friends who was also his mentor had to forcibly dismantle a barrier to stop a school competition that had taken a dangerous turn, and he was fined a large sum by the City Hall."
"Then this friend of his must be quite powerful. By the way, why did the school competition turn into such an unexpected situation?"
"The King didn't say."
Sigrud did nothing but sit in her chair and watch Askhsan in the distance being chased by two eighth-tier epic demons, occasionally chatting casually with the demon by her side.
On the other hand, Askhsan, surrounded by the three mighty demons, no longer had the leisure to vent his anger and curse at Sigrud, despite his rage.
All his fury had turned into a sinister smile.
Because at this moment, Sigrud, thinking she had the victory in the bag, had no idea what was about to unfold!
Outside the Deadly Arena, to the right of the Parliament Hall, in the seat of the Grand Priest of Extinction.
A figure was also seemingly focused on the intense battle unfolding in the center of the hall.
Amidst the tense and expectant atmosphere in the hall, this Grand Priest's actions were shrouded in secrecy and depth.
His thoughts and calculations were hidden behind this deadly battle, waiting for the opportune moment to unleash his killing move.
Askhsan's split presence outside the arena shifted his gaze back and forth across the upper-level section on the left side of Franklin Hall, where the Southern nobles of the Upper House sat.
Although it was a bit difficult to split his attention between the battlefield and his external presence, Askhsan was certain that the magical aura he sought was somewhere within his vicinity.
Within the spacious Franklin Hall, analyzing the magical fluctuations emanating from each suspect one by one would eventually lead to the identification of the Hegemon Princeling through their unique magical signatures.
Based on his deductions, Askhsan believed that the Hegemon Princeling was most likely a minor noble.
The probability of him being in the Upper House was higher than that of the Lower House.
Furthermore, the likelihood of finding the Hegemon Princeling among the southern nobles was the greatest, followed by the eastern nobles, and lastly, the northern nobles. So, the search should begin with the southern nobles.
A little more time was needed, and the battle within the arena just had to hold those three demons at bay for a little longer.
Foolish Sigrud and her three demonic hounds had no idea what was about to transpire.
The moment the Hegemon Princeling was identified, it would be the turning point for Askhsan to reverse the situation and make Sigrud regret this day for the rest of her life!
Inside the Deadly Arena, Askhsan's body was enveloped in dense gray magic, which condensed into seal runes under his control, transforming from offense to defense and counterattacks, doing his best to withstand the siege of the three demons.
However, the combat style of the three demons was extremely cunning and cruel. Like predators in the darkness, they launched relentless assaults on Askhsan from various angles.
The Barrier Demon's sturdy shield, the Cutting Demon's sharp blades, and the endless darkness of the Abyss Demon—each coordinated and disciplined offensive took a toll on Askhsan's stamina and magical power.
They were clearly sentient beings and not mere summons!
Summons would have engaged in an all-out battle by now.
Yet, these three demons had no intention of sacrificing themselves; they purely wanted to wear Askhsan down without taking any damage themselves.
Unfortunately for them, this was a miscalculation!
As the battle raged on, the arena was filled with thick smoke and sporadic sparks, reminiscent of a blacksmith's forge. Askhsan's body was covered in wounds, but his eyes burned with determination.
After several clashes, Askhsan suddenly expanded the range of his sealing technique, and numerous sealing arrays instantly overlapped around him, forming a massive disc-shaped barrier.
When the demons' attacks hit the barrier, the runes on it reacted like living beings, absorbing and converting the attacks before reflecting them back at the demons.
The reflective force of the barrier was extraordinarily powerful, and even the three demons felt a sense of caution. Rather than forcefully breaking through, it seemed more prudent to wait for the barrier to naturally weaken and fail.
Under the command of the Central Demon, the trio's offensive shifted to a more measured and controlled approach, no longer as wild and unfettered as before.
By this point, the deadly battle had reached its climax, and each collision could decide the outcome at any moment.
This was the crucial defensive sealing technique that Askhsan had finally unleashed, buying him only a few seconds of undivided attention to focus outside the arena.
His split presence outside the arena, in the seat of the Grand Priest of Extinction, now had a furrowed brow.
Something was amiss.
Not a single match among the southern and Hegemon Branch nobles seated opposite... And the same for the eastern nobles, as the likelihood of suspects was lower due to the greater distance between their seating and his own.
Could it be that the culprit was actually hiding among the northern nobles?
And vaguely...
Askhsan always felt that the Hegemon Princeling was closer than he had imagined.
That feeling was like an itch he couldn't quite pinpoint; every time he thought he had located the source, it turned out to be slightly off, as if the positions were completely reversed.
The more he thought about it, the more agitated he became, causing his split presence's arm to tremble slightly.
Just then, Askhsan's split presence felt a magical aura, like a silken thread, brush against him.
This magical frequency belonged to the Hegemon Princeling he sought!
For the weak, even a mere glance at a stronger opponent would cause a fluctuation in their magical power, exposing them to counter-reconnaissance.
Askhsan, an extremely sensitive eighth-tier mage, instantly detected such subtle magical changes—
Just as the Hegemon Princeling, for reasons unknown, had taken an interest in observing him at this very moment!
Well, well, my friend, are you willingly walking into my trap?!"
Although Askhsan didn't know the princeling's intentions for observing him at this critical juncture, he was certain that only he could sense that rough and immature magical fluctuation. The princeling was unaware that this covert observation had been noticed!
The Hegemon Princeling was right behind him.
At last, I've found you!
Askhsan's lips curled into a sinister smile, his eyes gleaming with the ruthlessness of a hunter who had spotted the weakness of his prey.
He slowly turned his head.
And there, a pair of emerald green eyes were gazing at him.
Those confused yet concerned eyes seemed to be asking, "Are you unwell, sir?"
At that moment, Askhsan's split presence widened in surprise.
For the person he saw was—
Logan McCarthy!!
(End of Chapter)
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