Chapter 477: Finally, the Original Primordial Stone Tablet Seal
Chapter 477: Finally, the Original Primordial Stone Tablet Seal
With the reputation that Rocky McCarthy now held in the Protoss Empire, if anyone dared to assassinate him, they wouldn't be able to leave Herrom today.
Askesan felt his composure shatter at that moment.
In the mortal arena, his true body almost stumbled to the ground, giving the greater demon a chance to strike him down.
In the grand hall, his avatar and Rocky McCarthy, seated high above, exchanged a glance.
This was the closest they had ever been, yet still so out of reach.
The confident and triumphant smile on Askesan's avatar froze, as if he couldn't believe what was unfolding before him.
Who would dare to approach that conspicuous package? And why, why, was Rocky McCarthy the Hegemonic Prince?!
Shouldn't Rocky McCarthy be his honorary priest and supporter? Earlier, when anyone tried to test Rocky McCarthy, he had said he would support the Bishop of Extinction. Could it have all been a lie?
That bastard in the Northern Border Province, who had blown himself up with a wolf, was actually the one in the highest position in the imperial capital of Herrom, lurking in the shadows like a powerless commoner, a powerful authority figure!
In the Arena of Doom, Askesan's expression went from shocked to one of confusion and rage.
His eyebrows twisted, his lips began to quiver, and after a moment of silence, his suppressed emotions burst forth.
Askesan's mental breakdown caused his control over his avatar in the Arena of Doom to distort.
The three phantom demons, without using their innate magic, landed several fatal blows on Askesan!
The weight of reality made Askesan's body feel exceptionally heavy, and he struggled desperately, as if his survival and combat instincts had once again created distance between them.
He struggled to calm his tumultuous mind.
Now, he had to consider whether to take Rocky McCarthy hostage.
Winning against these three demons was possible, but not likely.
But if he took Rocky McCarthy hostage, he would definitely lose the bishop election, and today, he would most likely not be able to leave Herrom. The best he could hope for was to take Rocky McCarthy down with him!
No matter how he thought about it or what he chose, he felt like death would be a better option!
At that very moment, outside the Arena of Doom.
In the lower seats to the right of Franklin Hall.
Lanchi's eyes were filled with concern as he had noticed the Grand Priest of the Extinction Branch earlier.
From the start, this Grand Priest seemed a bit restless, unlike the others who were intently watching the fight. He seemed to be looking for someone.
Perhaps others might not have noticed, but Lanchi could, because he had a heart that cared for others at all times.
Now, as he met the gaze of the Grand Priest of Extinction, Lanchi finally understood.
"Great Sage, there's a gentleman here who seems to need assistance. May I ask you to check on him to ensure he's alright?"
Lanchi quickly raised his hand, signaling to the distant Great Sage, Isis.
Askesan's avatar, who had been struggling with his strategy, suddenly felt as if he had been locked down by a magical force.
"..."
Seated beside the monarch, Isis frowned, sensing something amiss.
This Grand Priest seemed physically fine.
The problem was that he was too strong.
If one didn't carefully and precisely scan him, they wouldn't discover that he was actually an eighth-rank puppet.
What was Askesan's intention in bringing an eighth-rank puppet into the arena and hiding it among the Extinction Branch seats?
In a life-or-death duel, one shouldn't leave such a dangerous source of power outside the Arena of Doom, posing a constant threat to the safety of the empire like a ticking time bomb.
The Great Sage, Isis, stood up and immediately took action, sealing the eighth-rank puppet within multiple layers of light, trapping it within.
Regardless of the puppet's specific purpose, Askesan would have to explain its presence outside the arena after the duel was over.
The entire hall was stunned. They didn't know what had happened in the Extinction Branch seats to prompt the Great Sage, Isis, who had never intervened before, to suddenly act with such a grave expression.
Askesan's avatar struggled, but he found himself unable to move, losing any opportunity to get close to Rocky McCarthy.
He stared at Rocky McCarthy with despair.
"Are you a primary school student? Your first instinct is to raise your hand and tell the teacher?"
Askesan felt his inner self collapsing. Perhaps there had been a choice earlier, but in an instant, even that option was taken away from him!
Facing Askesan's avatar, Rocky McCarthy remained silent.
"..."
Lanchi slightly covered his partially open mouth, as if he had realized something.
He glanced at the immobile figure of the Grand Priest trapped within the light pillar, then looked towards the Arena of Doom at Askesan, the Bishop of Extinction.
His incredulous expression seemed to say, "My goodness, Mr. Askesan, are you throwing the life-or-death duel?"
"Ahhh..."
Askesan was on the verge of madness.
In the arena, Askesan couldn't even be sure if Rocky McCarthy had truly discovered him and was toying with his psyche, or if this person was simply too kind-hearted, unable to ignore anyone in need!
Either way, it made Askesan feel sick to his stomach.
Things would have been better if he had just blown his cover earlier!
"Rocky McCarthy!!!!"
Askesan shrieked in despair.
In this moment, he finally understood who his opponent was.
He no longer had the luxury of diverting his attention and magical power to the puppet. He had to go all out.
The only option was to kill Sigrid!!
He seemed to have entered a berserk state, disregarding all costs and injuries as he pushed through the defenses of the three Great Demons, rushing towards Sigrid!
Any direct collision between the two sides at this moment would truly decide their fate!
For a moment, the three Great Demon Races felt a little overwhelmed. Could a mage go berserk as well?
"Askesan, do you remember? He said that the next time they met, it would be time to reclaim your Original Primordial Stone Tablet. Now that you've seen him, it's time to make good on that promise."
Behind the three Great Demon Races, Sigrid stood up and gazed at the approaching Askesan from afar.
She was not afraid of Askesan at all but smiled as she looked at the last magic card in her hand.
At this moment, her smile seemed not because she was about to fulfill her long-cherished wish of defeating her arch-nemesis, Askesan, and pushing him to the brink.
It was simply the joy of using something that belonged to the Saint.
"This is the power he lent me."
Sigrid raised her palm, her eyes as calm as a breeze, as if the grudge between her and Askesan had been wiped clean. There was no hint of hostility or battle intent in her tone, only a hint of relieved boasting as she released this orange epic, letting it float gently like scattered petals.
The last demon, and the only one that Lanchi could truly have others summon for her.
The quietest moment in Franklin Hall.
As if the clouds had parted, the glass dome of the Protoss Congress building was illuminated by ripples of light.
Where the sunlight converged, orange wings fluttered, and a demon girl had landed in the Arena of Doom.
It was a long moment, like an eternity had arrived.
Her red skirt fell like rose petals, carrying a captivating floral fragrance as she appeared in the Arena of Doom.
"Absolute strength brings loneliness, and what it teaches you to love is—"
The voice of the Great Lover sounded like a buzzing explosion, causing time to flow once more and reverberating throughout the hall.
Instantly, an unimaginable storm brewed in the Arena of Doom, as if the boundary between dream and reality was about to be overturned!
Askesan's state instantly turned manic; his vision blurred as he felt as if he had crashed into a wall, his eyes flashing with stars, nearly passing out and unable to regain consciousness.
After repeated mental breakdowns, if it had been an ordinary low-level creature, it would have long crossed the Great Lover's killing line.
However, at this moment, even without the Great Lover exploding Askesan's cardiovascular system, simply controlling him for a short while would seal his defeat.
In an instant, the three Great Demons had taken Askesan's head.
Blood mist splattered, and in the dim light, only a headless body remained, falling to the ground.
At the same time, the deep purple lightning retreated along the barrier, and the Arena of Doom dissipated with the wind, restoring color to the world.
At this moment, a formidable pressure emanated from Sigrid, like a long-suppressed volcano erupting, causing all the imperial nobles in the seats to feel a soul-shaking chill.
Having overcome a life-threatening crisis, she finally broke through the bottleneck that had long seemed insurmountable.
She was one step closer to the ninth tier.
Anyone in Franklin Hall could be certain that the current Bishop Sigrid of the Hegemonic Church was stronger than both Bishop Askesan of Extinction and Bishop Amiles of Mourning.
In the distance, a thin, small, ancient stone tablet fell from Askesan's body. Its streamlined edges and faint magical patterns seemed to tell a story that spanned millennia.
On the intricate and mysterious magical curse, fine spirals resembled the traces of galaxies traversing the night sky, dazzling and secretive, striking at the soul. Even if the world were to perish, it could not erase the wisdom and profound power connected to the Creation Record.
This legendary divine object was the pinnacle of epic magic cards—the [Original Primordial Stone Tablet-Seal]!
Everyone who witnessed this stone tablet couldn't help but swallow.
The Original Primordial Stone Tablet couldn't be described in terms of value. It was a supreme artifact that even eighth-tier powerhouses would risk their lives to obtain!
However, in Franklin Hall, no one dared to make a move.
Everyone quietly held their breath, watching as Sigrid walked over, picked it up, and kept it safe.
She raised her head, looking around Franklin Hall and, at the same time, towards the Herrom Broadcasting Company's camera lens.
In the imperial capital of Herrom, her exquisite face was displayed on every city screen.
Her eyes, like violets blooming in spring, were unwavering and dominant.
That gaze seemed to tell everyone that the [Original Primordial Stone Tablet-Seal] belonged to her from now on, and anyone who dared to covet it should come to her.
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(End of Chapter)
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