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Chapter 863: Sigrid and Lance's Adventure (Part 2)
Chapter 863: Sigrid and Lance's Adventure (Part 2)
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At this moment, Lance was far from the center of the battlefield, high in the sky above Bandra City, watching the battle unfold in the heart of the city-state.
Through the dust and smoke, Lance could barely make out that Sigrid, facing off against Askan, hadn't retreated even in the face of this deadly ultimate magic.
She was surrounded by a clear, sacred light, like a bright moon hanging in the night sky, and her punches broke through all the seals in front of her with unstoppable force.
Lance floated high above, hands behind his back, unmoving even as the city-state's intense collapse frequently obscured his view.
In an instant, the entire upper region of Bandra City became a battlefield of carnage.
Powerful shockwaves shook every inch of land, and sturdy buildings and towering towers were ravaged by the storm of ash-gray beasts, leaving only ruins.
The battle intensified, and thick smoke enveloped the entire city. Fire, explosions, and thunder in the sky intertwined, and the storm clouds gathered in the air, as if nature itself was shaken by this sudden fierce battle, and the air pressure high above increased dramatically.
Each clash illuminated the vast clouds with dazzling light.
In the heart of the battlefield, Askan soon realized something was amiss.
"Sigrid, how did you get so much stronger?"
Askan was certain that Sigrid had become much stronger since their last encounter, and this rate of growth was beyond reason.
For now, he couldn't spare attention for the Sealing Master with the black orbital charm on his face; that guy didn't seem to be planning to intervene.
Sigrid had no intention of escaping; she truly wanted to settle things with Askan.
"You're really hard to kill."
Sigrid's hands were empty, without any weapons. For her, no matter how many ranks of magic equipment she had, none were as powerful as her own body. Each punch she threw was like a thunderbolt, taking away large swaths of air and creating terrifying wind pressure.
Her eyes were cold, emitting a purple glow, and she was determined to drive Askan into a dead end.
But no matter what, Askan had an endless supply of sealing techniques.
"When did you become so arrogant that you think you can beat me alone?"
Askan only needed to snap his fingers to create patches of dark gray forbidden zones in front of him, intercepting Sigrid's attacks.
"Today!"
The distance between the two fluctuated, sometimes near, sometimes far.
But no matter what, their confrontation seemed like a clash between two calamities that could destroy the world.
"Sigrid, do you think I'm your only opponent?"
A smile appeared on Askan's face, and even though he was temporarily at a disadvantage in the clash with Sigrid, he remained calm and unhurried, like an adult playing a game with a child.
His delaying tactics didn't significantly slow Sigrid down, but his more complex techniques were already prepared.
The space began to distort, and dark gray vines rose from the ground, along with gray eyes falling from the sky, about to devour Sigrid.
"If you want to use a summoning spell, do it quickly. I have no right to criticize you for that."
At this moment, Sigrid's figure burst forth with a translucent, dazzling light, even her pupils turning silver, entering a new realm of selflessness and transformation.
She threw a punch like never before, and in the void, the silver glow clashed with the dark gray curse, forming a distinct energy storm.
After a long while, Askan, who had been knocked back, clearly lost in this confrontation.
He was never good at head-on clashes with Sigrid.
"You guessed it?"
Askan's lips still curved in a smile, as if he was just playing with Sigrid.
Finally, as the battle between the Overlord Archbishop and the Annihilation Bishop intensified, the sky was suddenly shrouded in shadows, and a bone-chilling cold wind howled by, smoothing out the gravel on the ground.
The sudden drop in temperature caused dew to freeze at a visible rate.
This unfamiliar sensation even made the distant Cat Boss feel a shiver down his spine for a moment.
A figure in black robes appeared silently, seemingly materializing out of nowhere.
He slowly descended, and even lightning couldn't illuminate his face.
Black magic chains dragged Askan out of Sigrid's attack range, and almost simultaneously, another black chain lashed towards Sigrid.
Sigrid, experienced in combat, realized that this mysterious black chain wasn't ordinary magic.
Even before it touched her, it generated an irresistible repulsive force, slamming her heavily into the ground.
As the city-state began to collapse, Sigrid, who had prepared for this, used her arms to block the chain and fell into the lower levels of Bandra City.
Sigrid adjusted her breath and remained vigilant.
She understood that against Askan alone, she could definitely win.
But with this mysterious figure in black, it was a bit challenging.
"Come on, let's see how strong I am now."
Sigrid stood up from the ruins of Bandra City's lower levels, her long hair blowing in the wind.
She faced the two slowly descending formidable foes, her determination unwavering.
"Overlord Archbishop..."
The man in black's voice was filled with a hypnotic distortion, accompanied by a metallic quality.
He seemed to be pondering something, such as why the Overlord Archbishop appeared here.
"Don't waste time. If we let this woman drag things until nightfall, it'll be very troublesome for us."
Askan coldly addressed the man in black beside him.
"Hehe."
The man in black looked up at the sky, letting out a light laugh as if he found Askan's words amusing.
He threw an orange epic card with crimson cracks from his sleeve.
Then, within the distorted space, a monster emerged from the darkness.
It resembled a round, worm-like creature, covered in a hard shell engraved with intricate patterns. Its eyes emitted a chilling blue glow, and just looking at it, one could sense the evil and poison emanating from its core.
In an instant, terrifying pressure enveloped Sigrid, so heavy that she staggered forward a few steps.
She stared intently at the monster, the very summon that gave her the most trouble.
[Abyssal Blackworm]
[Type: Summon Card]
[Grade: Orange Epic]
[Attribute: Psionics/Poison]
[Class: 8]
[Effect: Unable to move or attack. The closer an enemy target is to this summon, the stronger the gravity suppression they experience. After defeating this summon, it will attach to the killer and continuously absorb their life force.]
[Note: The power of extinction.]
Sigrid, who had previously failed to fully identify the effects of the Abyssal Blackworm, now felt even more disgusted by it after identifying its true nature.
As long as the summoner continuously supplied this 8th-rank summon with mana, it could suppress the entire battlefield.
In this earth-shattering battle, Bandra City was like a candle in the wind, on the verge of being completely devoured.
An energy vortex was forming in the sky, and the sun was finally eclipsed, ready to destroy and devour everything around it.
As the battle escalated, countless deep fissures began to spread in the upper levels of the city-state.
From these abyssal cracks, a turbid wave of energy emerged, opening the gates of hell and unleashing terror and despair upon the mortal realm.
The once majestic Protos Empire's spires and grand ancient architecture, fragile as paper in this earth-shattering conflict, collapsed and crumbled into historical ruins, buried forever.
"How is the Overlord Archbishop so powerful?"
The black-robed man, who had suddenly appeared, had already slowed Sigrid down significantly with his black chains.
"I don't know why either!"
Askan calmly prepared his sealing technique, aiming at Sigrid's trapped position, ready to deliver a fatal blow.
Facing their coordinated attacks, Sigrid found herself in an unprecedented predicament.
Whenever she tried to counterattack or dodge, one of them would interrupt her, preventing her from displaying her true strength.
The one-on-two situation wasn't the worst part; what really troubled her was the seamless coordination between her opponents, and the 8th-rank epic summon only added to her woes.
However, both Askan and the man in black knew that even if Sigrid started fighting two-on-one, she didn't seem to be at a disadvantage as they had expected. Every punch she landed could be a life-threatening blow.
"Sigrid, what power have you obtained?"
Askan stared at the resilient Sigrid, concentrating his magic on his fingertips.
He understood this woman's nature; even at a disadvantage, if she could hold out until nightfall, under the bright moonlight, she would gain unreasonable all-attribute enhancement and terrifying regenerative abilities.
But today, they had the advantage of time, location, and people on their side. Sigrid would never see the moon rise.
Finally, as Askan focused on restricting Sigrid's movements, she seized a fleeting opportunity.
She silently charged forward, a silver lightning bolt, and attacked Askan once more.
At this critical moment, the man in black also sensed her movement.
Black chains surged from the ground, weaving a cage that shattered her offensive. Simultaneously, the gray lines laid by Askan began to swell, expanding until they intersected and exploded.
The massive impact sent Sigrid flying, slamming into the distant ground, rolling several times before coming to a stop.
"So strong, Askan," she gasped, getting up and stretching her limbs. The injuries on her body and the enemy's suppression made her genuinely admire them.
"Overlord Archbishop, you're truly brave. Even at this moment, you still have the heart to praise your opponent?" The man in black's voice was as cold as the biting wind.
Both of them were already injured, and continuing this bloodbath with the woman would likely result in severe injuries even if they defeated Sigrid.
"Should we call for help from that guy? Is he your trump card?" Askan pointed to the sky and asked jokingly.
Sigrid didn't know that she had a sealing technique specifically targeted at her, which had not been used yet.
"No," Sigrid adjusted her breathing, and in the next moment, with the flow of her magic, her injuries instantly healed, returning her to her prime.
She hadn't used the Holy Soul Lant II Papal Tear even once.
These injuries were nothing to her; she had more than enough lives to fight this opponent.
"???"
Although the man in black's hidden magic made it difficult to discern his true reaction, it was clear that his entire upper body had stiffened.
His once unfathomable eyes now seemed to be struggling to contain surging emotions.
Askan rarely showed intense emotional fluctuations, but Sigrid's recovery had clearly touched the bottom line of what he could accept!
The next second, lightning-like sharp light flashed from Sigrid's eyes, and the silver glow of her prime burst forth from her body. The power she gathered in her hands could shatter any obstacle.
She gathered all her strength and unleashed her most powerful attack, transforming her body into a comet that, in the blink of an eye, delivered a punch that could shatter the heavens and split the earth toward the two of them!
The entire process was almost instantaneous, so fast that even Askan and the man in black, who were not far away, struggled to capture her movements. The sky tore open, revealing a fleeting flash of snow-white light.
The two of them had no time to react to this sudden, fierce attack. They could only watch helplessly as Sigrid's full-force strike rushed toward them.
All they could do was desperately counter-attack, trying to push her back while she was at her most vulnerable.
The punch and the collision of magic sent both the man in black and Askan flying, crashing into the rubble behind them, shattering it for hundreds of meters.
Amidst the dust, their bodies emitted wisps of black smoke, and the silver glow on their chests, which couldn't be erased, was constantly eroding their dark magic. This was the supreme might of Sigrid's fist intent.
However, after successfully hitting Askan and the man in black, Sigrid's body suffered another severe blow.
Her aggressive fighting style forced the two of them to fight back with equal ferocity.
Sigrid's entire aura weakened significantly, and she wobbled on the ground, only her amethyst-like eyes still shining with unwavering determination.
"Askan, don't hold back anymore!" The man in black endured the excruciating pain and struggled to stand up, shouting at Askan, who still had some strength left.
A sense of foreboding came true in his heart; Sigrid might be able to cast a spell and return to her prime again.
"Sigrid, don't even think about recovering!" Askan gritted his teeth and hesitated no longer. He gathered all his remaining magic and threw the most vicious sealing spell at Sigrid.
Instantly, blood gushed from his seven orifices, and he could no longer control it.
If this attack hit Sigrid, she would be in an irreversible predicament! The moment Sigrid adjusted her breath was also when she was most vulnerable, making it difficult to dodge.
As the dense, deep gray, corrosive aura rushed towards Sigrid like a storm, she felt the greatest danger in her life.
Every wisp of aura contained unfathomable malice, aiming to destroy her body.
It felt like countless ice picks piercing her heart, reaching deep into her soul.
Far away, Askan's every drop of sweat on his forehead spoke of his determination and madness at this moment.
He closed his eyes tightly, tears and blood mingling, paying a cruel price for this vicious spell. But a sinister smile curved his lips.
Just then, a layer of pitch-black, violent curse marks climbed onto Sigrid's cheeks, locking her state first.
Askan's spell, like a chain forgotten by time, depicted a distant era and a cruel fate, but it couldn't penetrate Sigrid's heart and was blocked by the Tyrant's edict.
Askan: ""
He stiffly raised his head, only to see that the figure who had been watching the battle had finally come to Sigrid's side, holding her shoulder to steady her.
Sigrid, like a startled deer, lost her battle-ready demeanor and leaned on the man beside her, hugging him.
"No, this is impossible!" Askan had never thought his sealing technique would be rendered useless like this.
At this moment, he also identified the opponent's sealing technique, and although he couldn't determine its full effect, Askan was certain that it was the same type as his, which was why he could lock Sigrid's state first, and the opponent's priority was higher!
"Who are you?!" Askan demanded.
"I am Locke MacCay," Lance replied, allowing Sigrid to hold him as he confessed to Askan.
He couldn't forget the shock and disbelief on Askan's face when he revealed his identity in the Capitol building. If he could do it again, he would have confessed his admiration for Askan earlier.
"Lassan, I miss you."
Lance gazed at his eternal teacher with a sense of reminiscence.
Askan's voice unlocked the mystery of the story.
The legendary tale began with hearing the name Askan during a class.
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"Huff."
On the bench of Saint Kreith Monastery, Lance and Sigrid slowly awoke.
Once again, the clear sound of water ripples from the lakeside reached their ears.
Even though she was awake, Sigrid lazily rested her head on Lance's shoulder, leaning against him.
"After you left, the match ended so quickly."
She murmured.
When she clenched her hand, she realized that the Dustless Star in her palm had turned into stardust, scattering onto the ground.
"Askan is truly powerful."
Lance was still moved even after waking up.
He had enjoyed the fight thoroughly.
He wondered if Askan had received his message.
"I think Lassan just wants your story to end quickly, meow."
Cat Boss also woke up, lying on Sigrid's head.
It was hard to judge their date today. After obtaining the Dustless Star, they had played like this.
"Alright, it's time to prepare for dinner."
Lance stood up, stretched his arms, and looked at the silver moon in the sky. All the stars were lit up, making him feel that it was already late.
For once, even his stomach felt a hint of hunger, and he was eager to explore the restaurants outside the monastery with Sigrid. Previously, he had always planned where to eat in Helrom, but this time, Sigrid had made arrangements in advance.
"Yeah, I'm a bit hungry too."
Sigrid wasn't sure how long they had slept on the stone chairs, but she felt refreshed after a short rest.
Lance's long-term fatigue was also relieved by this break.
Sigrid took the cat off her head, hugged it, and turned to walk towards the monastery with Lance.
Moonlight filtered through the dense treetops by the lake, dancing with the distant clouds in the sky, casting a soft silver hue over the twilight of Saint Kreith Monastery.
In the early days of December, the short day was coming to an end.
A grand temple stood by the clear lake surrounded by trees in Saint Kreith Monastery.
As they walked and talked, they unknowingly crossed the bay laurel grove and stepped onto the white marble steps of the temple once again.
The temple was brightly lit, with flickering candlelight and swirling incense.
"The main hall is empty now; we can go in and play."
Sigrid held her breath, listening intently.
"Let's retrieve another Dustless Star next time to play with?"
"Where should we go in the dream?"
"Let's have another date in Helrom. Last time, we didn't have enough time. I didn't even get to show you my various outfits."
"You look good in anything."
Sigrid and Lance walked side by side, reluctantly discussing the details of the Dustless Star dream.
"Really? There's an outfit I really want to try, but will you accompany me?"
Sigrid gently bumped Lance with her shoulder, asking with her hands behind her back.
"What?"
Lance turned his head.
"I won't tell you."
Sigrid stuck out her tongue, quickened her pace, and gestured for Lance to catch up and take a look inside the temple.
Moonlight shone through the stained glass of the Moon Temple, casting colorful shadows on the marble floor.
The air was filled with intoxicating incense, purifying the soul. Devout believers gathered to pray to the Moon Goddess Elsaya.
"We walked through here when we came to the lake."
Sigrid looked at the architectural corridor woven from pure white marble and deep gray pillars and spoke to Lance.
"I remember it was bustling in the afternoon, but now it's truly late, and I can't see any priests."
The two slowly entered the temple and strolled in the corridor.
Every few steps, they could glimpse the main hall through the gaps in the stone corridor.
The winter moonlight bathed them.
A gentle breeze caressed their hair, and a leaf drifted down, landing gracefully on Sigrid's skirt.
She bent down to pick up the leaf, its veins shimmering in the moonlight.
"Look, isn't this leaf similar to my hair color?"
Sigrid handed the leaf to Lance.
"Yes, what kind of tree is this?"
Lance took the leaf, his fingertips gently caressing the intricate veins. In the silver moonlight, it did have a hint of Sigrid's color.
"It's a leaf from the Moon Goddess Tree. It's said that giving a leaf or petal from the Moon Goddess Tree to the most important person will grant them the protection of the Silver Moon and the Healing Goddess, blessing them with health and safety throughout their life."
Sigrid gazed at the goddess statue in the temple, praying with her palms together. Her light-colored hair cascaded down, shimmering in the ethereal light.
She was fully focused, her eyes filled with devotion. Her lips moved silently in prayer, seeking guidance from the goddess. Her closed eyelids trembled slightly, and her pink lips quivered without a sound. Her fair face resembled the finest white jade, appearing even more sacred and gentle in the flickering candlelight of the temple.
Lance only snapped out of his daze when Sigrid finished her prayer.
The girl also opened her eyes, her gaze as clear as autumn water.
Her eyes met Lance's, and a smile blossomed on her lips.
The warm light seemed to drape her in a bridal veil, and the stars shone solely for her.
The howling wind brought blessings, carrying petals as it swept by.
In that moment, Lance imagined her in a wedding dress, and he couldn't help but blink his sleep-filled eyes.
"What's wrong?"
Sigrid asked curiously.
She noticed that Lance seemed to have been lost in thought for a long time.
"I just realized how beautiful the Bishop is."
Lance smiled with relief, shaking his head to himself.
"What are you saying all of a sudden?"
"Just a spontaneous thought."
"Ugh, ugh!"
The moonlight was hazy, enveloping the sleeping earth.
Outside the temple, the moon hung high in the sky, and the stars shone brightly.
Sigrid and Lance strolled, their footsteps tracing the mottled moon shadows on the ground.
(End of Chapter)
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