Chapter 344: Lan Qin's True Form is a Saintly Mother
tely do a good job!"Ranch murmured to himself, then turned back and waved cheerfully to the chairman.Accompanied by the sound of replies and the metal door lock clicking as the student union room's do...Chapter 345: Ranchi Is Truly a Saintly Mother
Siegfried's intuition was still sharp, sensing the strange energy spreading through the air. She immediately grabbed Lance's arm and dragged him to leap out of the way, narrowly avoiding a vicious sealing magic strike. {What You don't know yet|.Read, read the correct chapter|Quickly Google it!}
This spell rose like a wall of ash, swiftly ascending from the ground to cleave the earth in two, revealing the deep soil beneath the snow.
As the two figures were about to land, time seemed to stretch infinitely. At the edge of space, a shimmering purple aura suddenly appeared.
Unlike last time, the caster had already anticipated their actions.
The sealed area formed a gigantic transparent cage, and invisible magic bound Lancelot and Sieglinde, transforming it into heavy chains binding their legs, making it impossible for them to move.
In the distant snowy expanse, a shadowy figure of deep grey stood unknown when. His palm was raised, fingers slightly bent, capable of controlling the entire snowfield with a touch.
He looked at the sealed Lance and Sieglinde, a hint of mercy in his mouth, like watching two mice he had caught.
West Germany stared coldly in that direction. The sudden encounter made her feel like she was facing a great enemy.
It is an honor to be able to fight against the Hegemon.
The other's voice echoed across this snowy expanse, resonating like a death knell.
"It's a pity I didn't expect you to be so down on your luck today that you have to rely on such a weak Overlord Son."
"Agnelo..."
West Germany's voice held a hint of long-suppressed rage.
The Annihilator had already found them.
But he never showed up, constantly using the high priest to wear down and probe Lance and Sid's cards.
He didn't want the other followers of his Desolation Clergy to know that he was the one who would kill the Hegemon today, nor did he want anyone to know that the [Primal Tablet - Foundation] would fall into his hands today.
Now that dawn is approaching, the power of the Heavenly Church weakens, and he finally comes out.
The approaching dawn on the snowfield was brutally silenced, a tense battle about to erupt in the dim white veil.
Although Sieglinde immediately broke free using her cleansing magic, grabbing Ranchi and starting to run again, behind them, Anello slowly raised his hand. Each finger seemed to contain powerful magical energy, and the cold, gray magic in the air grew increasingly dense.
The surrounding snow began to crack, each fissure resembling a cut made by an invisible blade. The end of the snowy expanse seemed to form a massive magical circle.
Then, those cracks began to glow. Gray-black mist rose into the sky, encasing the entire snowy expanse before Sigrid and Lance, shrouding it completely.
As Sigrid's figure flickered and appeared on the other side, another magical barrier, a more potent psychic pressure, once again firmly held them captive.
By now, even Siegfried understood that she and Lance were no match for the current Agnelo. Not to mention opposing him, it would be nearly impossible to escape from the composed and serene Saint Child's grasp.
Ancelotti walked slowly closer, his footsteps making no sound on the snow.
He kept a certain distance, gazing at Sigrid who was still struggling. His eyes held an aloof coldness, focusing his magic at his fingertips. The air in the direction he pointed gradually twisted and warped, forming a deep gray fissure. Anything it consumed seemed to be crushed instantly.
Line after line of gray lines further constricted Sigrid and Lance's movement in the space.
This magic Sigrid is all too familiar.
...in the Battle of Bandar City on the northern border, where she previously used magic against Asksang.
If you accidentally touch those gray lines in the air that look like cracks, they will expand rapidly and burst.
But given her current state with Ranchi, she couldn't possibly withstand a large-scale triggered spell from an Anellos at the peak of the sixth rank.
Once triggered, both she and Lance will surely meet their demise.
"Oh."
Sieglinde felt fatigue and weakness wash over her limbs, all she could do was watch Lance.
Being chased all the way, she had already exhausted every effort. As the moon disappeared, even the High Priest was now difficult to deal with.
If her Holy Son can't defeat the Extinction Saint Child, then both of them will have to pay the price today.
"Is he the Annihilation Saint, Agnelo"
Lanchi confirmed to West Germany.
"It's him."
West Germany was very certain that this was the Silent Son who had killed their Holy Maiden.
...as a cardinal, she's too dignified to stoop to such childish behavior. It wouldn't befitting of her status to break the cardinal's code and chase after a holy child just for personal gain.
"Are you sure I wouldn't kill you"
Seeing that the Hegemon's Son was still chatting with the Hegemon, a rare curve appeared on Angelo's lips.
He had never seen such a destitute Cardinal, nor such a feeble son of the Church.
Of course, he also witnessed the so-called sealing art of the Tyrant Saint Son. This guy is indeed a bit special, but correspondingly, the restrictions are also extremely large. After a chase, his magic power should have been exhausted.
However, he did not intend to kill the two of them here. Instead, he would first take them back and lock them up in a place unknown to anyone.
The Son of Heaven can be publicly executed after his value is depleted, while the Heavenly Church...
Just thinking about it, Angelo's lips finally couldn't bear it anymore. He wore a touch of morbid satisfaction.
"Dominant Catholicism, do you know Your saintess is quite good."
Agn elo lightly stroked his chin, sizing up Sigrid in the distance, and said with a hint of playfulness,
“It’s a pity you didn’t see her fight with all her might, yet she couldn’t even save herself… In the end, she was ruined quickly, and she couldn’t even bring her child to term. I wouldn’t have dared tell you about these things, fearing that you would come after me like a madman…”
But to my surprise, not only did I get to enjoy the company of the Heavenly Domination Saintess, but one day, I even got to experience the teachings of the Heavenly Domination Sect.
His eyes spoke of obsession and intoxication, his lust for the cardinal's treasures unabashed, as was his desire to defile and humiliate them.
From now on, he would no longer fear retaliation from the Heavenly Church. He could even seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to capture the Heavenly Church here!
But by personally killing the current Pope, he could become the new Cardinal, and this unique, bespoke, and indestructible symbol of the papacy alone could be his key to reaching the seventh rank.
Everything is so perfect!
This made Agnelo savor the rare happiness of his present life.
Distant.
"...."
Siegfried remained silent. A shadow fell upon his face, mingling with the strands of hair that obscured his eyes. He did not stir or lose his composure at Anello's words, but his fingers trembled ever so slightly, the veins on the back of his hand pulsing visibly.
Agnello was simply content to watch the powerless Domination Church at this moment, anticipating her impotent rage.
Until after a while.
"Holy child..."
She whispered to Lance, who was beside her.
"Huh"
Ranch's ears twitched closer to her.
"Can you sentence him to death"
Her voice, though soft, held a hint of terror, as if it were anger taken to its extreme in helplessness.
"No, I'll use my love to change his heart."
Lynch vetoed.
"……"
West Germany, upon hearing this, should have been quite disappointed.
But coming from her Son of God, this very maternal statement takes on a different flavor.
Knowing her son well, she understood that once he had gained the moral high ground, this self-proclaimed "King of Hell" would undoubtedly do things far worse than any execution!
Of course, her Saint Child is always the best.
(The End)
[ ]he soft afternoon sun, as time drifted by, Lance and Sid, holding a cat in his arms, followed an ancient stone road to Lord's Mansion of Cinston City.As they approached the building, their eyes fell u...