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Chapter 511: Lanchi's Happy Community
Chapter 511: Lanchi's Happy Community
That afternoon, Lanchi had spent some time saving the Great Priest of Destruction and obtaining the three Illusionary Devil flowers. That evening, sensing the disappearance of the city's barrier, he headed towards the battle source in the northwest.
"How dare that bastard bully Talia! I'll get him!"
"Just let me out, and I'll show him!"
At that moment, angry female voices still echoed in his mind.
Back in the Northern Continent, Lanchi had obtained a noble pink holy spell card, [Forbidden Curse Seal], from the Helrom Endless Library, and had asked [Great Loving Poet] to modify it into a new magic spell in combination with the principle of [The Mercy Verse].
With the target's consent, one could temporarily sign a contract with a mo tribe member, turning them into their own familiar summon and establishing a faint mental connection.
And once they possess the attribute of a summon, they can be sealed into a magic card by [Nuclear Fusion Wolf].
Previously, during the bishop election, Lanchi had lent the three Phantom Beasts to Sigrid, and now the three great beast tribes have returned to being Lanchi's familiars.
The corresponding problem is that after forming a contract, they will constantly talk to him, especially Antanas, who is particularly noisy.
Lanchi's mind is now filled with her voice.
Although Antanas wanted to provide support first, Planai suggested to Lanchi that if he could solve the problem without using their power, it would be best not to let them appear. However, if necessary, Planai would launch a long-range attack spell.
Because if these three were to intervene, it was highly likely that the enemy would confirm their existence as three eighth-ranks afterward.
As the ultimate trump card, it would be best to keep their presence a secret.
In the end, Lanchi agreed with Planai's advice.
"Why... did you deceive the Son of Destruction and make him flee?"
Hyberrian looked up, her eyes filled with tension as she asked Lanchi.
"The three Phantom Beasts are my trump card to save Duke Migaya and Duchess Ifatiya in the Krei Empire. It's too early to expose them on the battlefield."
Lanchi replied with a helpless smile.
"..."
Hyberrian tightly clutched Lanchi's clothes, at a loss for words for a moment.
She had said too many words of gratitude, and now she was at a loss for words.
She could only keep everything in mind until the day she could repay him.
Time passed slowly.
She finally slowly loosened her grip, as if realizing something.
"By the way... can you put me down now..."
Hyberrian's face turned slightly red, and she stammered.
Unknowingly, she had let Lanchi hold her for a long time. Perhaps it was because Salomen hadn't left earlier, or maybe she hadn't recovered from the shock. Now that Salomen was gone, she had no reason to let Lanchi hold her anymore.
"Can you stand? Are you hurt anywhere?"
Lanchi didn't move but asked.
"Well..."
Hyberrian hesitated for a while.
"I feel... like my leg might be a little twisted. Could you..."
She felt embarrassed to continue, as she doubted if her lie was too obvious.
"Then I'll take you to a safe place."
Lanchi replied.
"Thank you for your trouble."
Hearing Lanchi's agreement, Hyberrian felt even more ashamed and replied with her head lowered.
"It's nothing. You're light, it's not tiring at all."
Lanchi smiled.
"..."
Hyberrian should have been happy with this sincere compliment, but now she just felt a little afraid.
How did he manage to be so considerate without saying a word...
Never mind, forget it.
Hyberrian closed her eyes and leaned on Lanchi's shoulder, pretending to be asleep.
...
Meanwhile, on the other side.
In the central part of the main city of South Van Tina, close to the South District, unrest and anxiety permeated every corner, and from time to time, there were rumblings from the far south.
On the streets, officers in shiny battle armor hurried by, and the footsteps of their heavy armor echoed in the quiet night sky, reminding the residents of this town that the danger of tonight had not yet passed.
And in this tense atmosphere, a solitary figure quietly made his way through the dark alleys.
He wore a deep-colored cloak, his steps light and agile, as if blending into the night.
In the narrow alleys, the dilapidated stone buildings cast mottled shadows in the moonlight, and the intermittent lights in the windows flickered, revealing the residents' concerns and anxieties about this restless night. Occasionally, a cat's meow or the creak of a wooden door could be heard from a corner.
Salomen lightly cleaned the blood off his face with life magic so that no one would notice his current state. His steps seemed familiar with the path, or perhaps someone was guiding him at that moment. He nimbly weaved through the shadows, avoiding the occasional patrolling soldiers, maintaining an unusual calm even in such turbulent times.
Finally, after turning down a street, he saw a faint light and a familiar figure.
"Your Holiness, please take this shortcut," the Great Priest who was there to meet him said, gesturing.
Salomen nodded and turned the corner, entering an even darker alley.
He had already informed this group of loyal Great Priests of Destruction of their next course of action.
The Great Priests in the East District were preparing for their final assault.
Those stationed in the Northwest District were to assassinate Miss Hyberrian, the Duchess of Chuberi, as soon as Loren was drawn away!
The group in the South District was responsible for aiding his retreat.
By then, even if a furious Loren chased after him, he would prioritize rescuing the civilians being threatened by the Great Priests, or rather, the civilians in South Van Tina would become Salomen's hostages.
Salomen couldn't wait to see Loren's frustrated and helpless rage.
Loren was strong.
But he lacked the brains.
From Ivanos' story, Salomen had analyzed that Loren was someone who couldn't make the right choices, especially when it came to protecting a particular person or a group, and his indecisiveness would ultimately lead to him failing to protect anyone!
"Although I don't know who that guy fighting with the Marquis of Somserset in the south is, Loren, you're just too honest."
Salomen smiled maliciously.
Suddenly, Salomen felt a chill at his waist, followed by a piercing pain that seemed to drain all his strength, spreading from the cold spot throughout his body.
He was incredulous.
At that moment.
The Great Priest following Salomen stabbed him fiercely in the waist.
Salomen turned back in a daze, only to see the icy gaze of the Great Priest who had been trailing him, now backing away and creating distance.
"You..."
Salomen trembled in disbelief, half-kneeling on the ground.
What frightened him was not the betrayal of the Great Priest behind him.
But from the end of the alley, a group of Great Priests emerged.
They were all Great Priests of the Destruction branch, tasked with launching an offensive at the right time and attracting firepower after successfully killing Hyberrian to aid Salomen's retreat.
However.
This group's eyes were filled with chaos, as if they had been completely brainwashed. They walked towards Salomen with heavy steps.
"Salomen, you're so heartless..."
"He was right about you. You only want us dead. Only he will love us."
"You're an obstacle on our path to happiness..."
"You must die here today!!!'
Some of them had eyes that seemed to bulge out of their sockets, their pupils abnormally dilated, looking bloodshot and manic. Others had eyes and mouths curved like crescent moons, their terrifying auras and sinister smiles resembling a group of serial killers who only emerged in the night.
Under the faint crimson moonlight, their shadows stretched long in the dark alley, their facial muscles twitching as if from prolonged tension, mouths muttering "love", "happiness", and "Lady Goddess", each breath accompanied by an eerie tremor.
Then.
Time seemed to accelerate.
All the Great Priests of Destruction rushed towards the wounded Salomen like madmen.
Salomen was completely stunned.
What kind of indescribable evil had possessed this group to turn them into such a state!
Salomen's heart pounded like a drum, his blood pulsing through his veins. An intangible fear spread within him.
No, he had to escape, to the south!
Since Loren was in the northwest, the person fighting with the Marquis of Somserset in the south was most likely that mysterious Cardinal.
They shouldn't be fighting, as the vampire clan and the Resurrection Church weren't mortal enemies.
He had to get the message out that "South Van Tina is occupied by an evil god"!
As long as he could reach the south of the city, find the Marquis of Somserset, and that Cardinal from the Northern Continent, he would have a chance to survive!
(End of Chapter)
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