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Chapter 483: Loren, the Eternal God of Helrom
Chapter 483: Loren, the Eternal God of Helrom
A gentle breeze carried the promise of spring, whispering to all—
We will meet again, and all things will be reborn; the wind will forever caress these lands.
And in the next second, a barrier of wind enveloped the seating area in the Congressional Hall, visible to all.
Though it was merely a seventh-tier purple-level wind attribute magic, 'Holy Guardian Wind,' the awe-inspiring power that rippled across its surface spoke of a force that shaped the world, a glimpse of the primordial stone tablets of the Age of Gods!
At that moment, even the stagnant clouds above the Congressional Hall seemed to stir, shifting with the wind's whims and transforming the face of the sky. Piercing through the clouds was the unique breath of wind, gently caressing the heavens and earth, scattering the clouds' gloom!
In the skyline of Helrom, the brilliant sunlight finally tore through the mist, illuminating the top of the Congressional Hall with a dazzling glow.
Within the Hall, excitement and disbelief painted the faces of those present as they craned their necks, searching for the caster of this wondrous magic.
Though they could not pinpoint where the caster was seated, hiding their prowess and fame, one thing was certain—
Only one person could be responsible for such a display:
The High Priest of the Church of the Goddess of Fate, Loren Cranter!
"Thank you, High Priest Loren!!"
As if they wanted to shout out all the emotions pent up in their chests, the imperial nobles in the seating area erupted in victorious cheers!
"...!"
Molotian's spell abruptly halted, his lips quivering as his confident smile turned to a pale mask of shock. The pupils that suddenly contracted betrayed the thick panic within, a black gleam of sheer terror that struck at his brain.
He couldn't fathom why High Priest Loren would be here, infiltrating the very pinnacle of the Protoss Empire—the Congressional Hall—and evading the notice of all!
Not just in the upper echelons of the Congressional Hall, but throughout the imperial capital of Helrom in the Protoss Empire, the hearts of its citizens were gripped by the perilous situation unfolding in the Hall.
Every giant screen between buildings broadcast this pivotal moment live.
When High Priest Loren's magic appeared on the screens, it was as if the entire city ignited.
Mouths agape, the people quickly transformed into a frenzied crowd, their voices carrying a mix of elation and relief as they chanted Loren's name, grateful for his timely intervention.
"Loren!!!
In that instant, the entire imperial capital of Helrom erupted in jubilation!
Loren's name reverberated through every corner of Helrom, hailing him as the benevolent, almighty, and supreme savior!
Far across the Kingdom of Aetherian, in the royal capital of Gedaria, within the Temple of the Church of the Goddess of Fate, the Ice Witch stared at the screen, mouth agape, her throat trembling as she struggled to find her voice.
"Holy sht!"
The Ice Witch couldn't help but exclaim.
Back in the Franklin Hall of the Protoss Empire, where the attention of the entire Northern Continent was focused.
In this critical moment, Loren's sudden offer of aid ignited a surging hope within those present.
His intentions were clear—
The Church of the Goddess of Fate would intervene, allowing Grand Sage Ysis and Patriarch Siegried of the Church of the War God to focus solely on dealing with Duke Molotian!
Cat Boss, under Cardinal Lanchi's protection, was on the verge of tears.
He felt deep guilt towards High Priest Loren.
But to save the Protoss Empire, he had no choice but to once again aid Lanchi in impersonating Loren and casting wind magic!
In this worst and best of timings—
On a morning Loren himself knew nothing about, he would become the catalyst for a new tale in the Northern Continent!
On the other hand, Molotian's once calm and arrogant demeanor, his eyes deep as the ocean, now betrayed his inner turmoil. The calm and collected aura that seemed to control the ebb and flow of the world had wavered the instant Loren made his move.
Despite being the last person who should have appeared at this critical juncture, High Priest Loren had shown up—the most fatal variable in this equation!
Who could have foreseen the whims of the Goddess of Fate?!
Staying any longer would only result in capture. In an instant, Molotian made the best judgment he could and, with lightning speed, rushed out of the window. From the top floor of the Congressional Hall, he fled into the distant skies of Helrom.
What terrified him wasn't just Loren's combat strength, but the "logic" behind Loren's presence here!
Even if it meant dying while escaping, he absolutely must not be trapped by Ysis, Siegfried, and Loren together!
In the blink of an eye, Siegfried and Ysis burst out from the top of the Congressional Hall, pursuing Duke Molotian in the high skies above Helrom.
In the center of Franklin Hall, Planai and Sinora also gave chase after catching Cardinal Lanchi's eye.
If necessary, they would use their innate magic, even if it meant exposing their identities to Ysis. Today, they would not let Duke Molotian escape.
They would eliminate any potential future troubles at all costs!
There was no chance for Duke Molotian to get away alive today.
"Fleeing the scene is illogical," Cardinal Lanchi remarked, still leaning back casually in his seat, his eyes occasionally drifting to the intense lights and waves of energy erupting in the distant sky.
Finally, the tense atmosphere in the Congressional Hall eased as everyone's fears subsided.
Their voices rang out in victory, relief, and hope.
The seemingly uncontrollable unrest had been quelled, and their hearts swelled with joy.
The imperial military promptly began an orderly evacuation of the dignitaries from the hall.
There was no need to continue with the bishop elections today; the outcome was clear.
One withdrawal after another, and in the end, only the Church of Dominance remained.
Even if the other two returned, everyone knew that the Church of Dominance would still emerge victorious.
Her stance of allying with Grand Sage Ysis to protect the Protoss Empire had already won the approval of the empire's citizens.
This signaled a new era for the Protoss Empire.
Within minutes, all the dignitaries had been evacuated.
The vast Congressional Hall was now empty, bathed in the dim light of the story's conclusion.
Cardinal Lanchi asked the others to leave first, intending to be the last one out, with only Antanas by his side.
"Ah, travels are always full of surprises," Cardinal Lanchi mused, the last to exit Franklin Hall, looking back nonchalantly at this unexpected tourist attraction that had never been part of his original plans.
Perhaps each glance would be his last.
But it was enough.
He smiled with acceptance, his hands in his coat pockets, as he strode away.
The long-absent spring sunlight shone through the tall windows of the Congressional Hall, filling the entire hall with golden light, adding a touch of solemnity and sanctity reminiscent of the hundred-year-old war.
Here, the future of the Protoss Empire seemed to be rewritten, brimming with infinite hope and possibility.
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