Chapter 345 Have You Ever Seen the Power of the God of Wind?
ir armchairs and lean over the railing to look down.Only to see Karlien had already returned from the Primordial Slate Realm back to the Ancient Tower Library.And on the grand hall's lower level, many...Chapter 346: Have you ever seen the power of the Wind God
The icy wind on the snow whipped at the desolate saint's robe, but for Anello, such coldness did not exist. It was all shut out.
He wasn't hurried or flustered, enjoying the changing expressions on their faces as they listened to his words.
Though Sigrid's gaze never wavered in defiance, her breath betrayed the weakness and weariness of her body.
However, the expression on the side of the Overlord Saint Son didn't completely satisfy Anelone.
He remained completely unmoved by the state of the heavenly church, indeed this was in line with the coldness within a sealer's heart.
Through communications from the province bordering to the north, Anello received the orders given by the Oblate Bishop Asksand quite clearly.
Although Bishop Desolation didn't elaborate much, he did remind him that Overlord Son was also a sealer, and an extremely unorthodox one.
From the words of Asksang, Anello could roughly deduce that the Hegemon's Son might possess a sealing technique that even the Annihilator Archbishop Asksang was wary of.
Of course, this terrifying ability must inevitably have numerous limitations, and it may not even be usable again in the short term.
"Dominating Saint Son, although I don't know who you really are beneath that disguise spell, have you ever considered that if you were to kill the woman beside you, you could become the new Cardinal"
The Extinction Saint Anello asked with keen interest.
Along that journey of fleeing, the Heaven-Defying Holy Son should have had many opportunities to kill the Heaven-Defying Church.
And the hallmark of "Resurrection's Proof" is that anyone who kills a Cardinal becomes the new Cardinal!
No disciple of Resurrection would want to forgo such ultimate power, along with artifacts like the "Bishop's Testimony," which rivals the "Primal Tablet" in value. Not to mention that the Hegemon possesses a "Primal Tablet" on his person as well.
When there are two rats in a cage, it becomes very interesting to sow discord between them.
“……”
Siegfried didn't feel the slightest bit of caution towards Lanci because of Anello's words, instead she leaned closer to him.
"I don't want to be a cardinal. My original intention was only to research academic issues, and then by chance I met a trustworthy friend and traveled here with her. That's all."
Lan Qi glanced at An'elo and answered his question very calmly, as if sharing his experiences of struggling after arriving in the Northern Continent with a student.
He came to the Northern Continent for his research project, he is not a cult member but an academic who is resolute in his studies.
However, along the way, due to the turbulence of the times, in pursuit of ideals of love and peace, and for the Proto Empire he deeply loved, his action plan gradually evolved, until it now deviates slightly from the original.
But he never forgot his original intention, his academic faith was firm, and his ultimate goal was still to observe the [Original Slate - Seal].
The cardinal, he didn't want to be one at all.
I will never become a cardinal of the Resurrection Church.
"…"
The Silent Son fell silent for a long time.
He didn't know if the young man was serious or just playing with him.
When the conversation between Batten and his son happens, there's always a sense that he sees himself as intellectually inferior. It feels like an authentic feeling of looking down on himself.
"Hand over that secret of yours, something even Asksar would fear, and I'll make sure your death isn't too painful."
Aeneas said coldly, he didn't intend to speak with these two any longer.
Of course, I have ways to make you willingly hand it over to me.
"……"
Lang's only response was a slight smile.
"Silence, Son of Destruction, Anier. I swear to the Goddess that if you can reach the province of Snowdrift before the sun fully rises, I will spare your life."
Lancy raised his left finger toward the south, as if granting Anello one last shred of mercy.
"My Lady…"
Agnello chuckled, bowing his head at Ranchi's provocation.
Only fools indoctrinated by the Goddess of Fate would constantly have her name on their lips.
Do you think confessing to the goddess at this time will save you
When Aniele raised his head again, his eyes had lost all patience!
This pretentious attitude made him very dissatisfied. The aloof demeanor of the Hegemon's Son, who had never been moved, made the Extinction Saint Son long to twist his neck off!
The magic emanating from the distant sky grew denser and denser, causing the snowflakes around it to tremble.
The sky gathered thick, dark clouds that were drawn in by magic. The clouds swirled and condensed rapidly into a vortex, emanating a heart-stopping wave of energy that made the surrounding air incredibly heavy.
Agnello extended his hand, and a dark red magic mark appeared in his palm. It kept expanding, like a black hole, absorbing all the light and energy around it. In this world, all sounds and colors were swallowed by the magic mark, leaving only silence.
Ranche and Sigrid, standing far away, could barely feel their own existence in this magical storm. Everything around them became blurry and indistinct, and even their vision was slowly being swallowed. This attack might not kill them, but it would certainly cause them immense pain and leave them completely unable to resist.
"It's over."
Anellos said coldly, releasing a massive black beam of magic from his sigil. It shot straight into the sky, blooming in midair to form a dark magic circle that encompassed the airspace above Lance and Sid.
Then, from the magic circle, dark gray magical energy flew out and transformed into a rain of spreading light. It descended from the sky towards Lance and Syd, intending to completely seal them as sculptures.
Even Sieglinde knew, whether she could dodge this attack depended on her own Holy Grail.
In this life-or-death moment, she became extraordinarily calm.
She gazed intently at Lance, his image reflected in her wide eyes.
A helpless smile with a touch of apology appeared on Lance's face.
It seems like when that truly decisive moment arrives, it will be hard to explain too much to her, and I hope she doesn't get scared along the way.
However, at this moment, West Germany was not panicked at all.
Her purple eyes, shimmering like water, held a newfound serenity and gentleness. She reached out, her hand grasping the cuff of Ranchi's sleeve. Her lightly moving lips seemed to tell him that after having experienced death together once, she wouldn't complain even if they died together again this time. Therefore, she believed in him.
Time seemed to accelerate in that instant, an overwhelming magic surged towards the two of them, plummeting from the heavens and enveloping their figures!
A vast, snow-covered expanse of deep gray was suddenly shattered by a startling roar. The sound, like a thousand thunderclaps, was deafening, and in an instant, the entire snowy region was awakened, everything trembling with the force of it.
"Hahaha."
As Agnello chuckled, watching the moment everything out there was swallowed up.
The next second.
The entire snowfield was engulfed by a sudden gale, shaking like the end of the world!
This gust of wind started as a small whirlwind, but in an instant it became a raging storm capable of tearing everything apart.
Under the raging wind magic, all seals, including the spatial threads Anello had previously left behind, crumbled before it like fragile paper, easily scattered!
Sunrise in the snow region, like a holy dragon's roar.
That awe-inspiring radiance, striking at the very soul, is a testament to the immense power that shapes all things in this world. The brilliance of the divine era manifests upon him, he drives the movement of clouds, altering the very visage of the sky. The force piercing through the cloud layers is the unique breath of the wind, which gently caresses the earth, causing snowflakes to halt mid-air and rise against gravity!
From ancient legends to modern tales, the Wind God controls the direction of the wind. His voice can be a gentle whisper or a thunderous decree.
And standing in the center of the storm was the figure who controlled the wind, the god of wind!
He looked at Agnello, full of compassion, pity, and a hint of regret.
"Ah... ah..."
Anello's spell suddenly stopped, his lips trembling. His face, which had been filled with joy moments before, turned pale in an instant. The pupils of his eyes contracted sharply, and intense fear, like a dark cloud, obscured his reason and courage, leaving behind nothing of his previous calmness and confidence.
An overwhelming sense of dread filled the limbs of the extinguished Saint, Anelo.
He doesn't understand why the High Priest Loren would appear here, even disguising himself as the Overlord Son and fooling everyone!
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(The End)
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