reat time on the screen, seemingly mastering new techniques for identifying cultists.Lorentz didn't know how the cultist's blood pressure was, he just felt his own was about to explode.This record of...Chapter 332: Ranch has always been a troublemaker.

Sieglinde ignored Askos, she only made sure that Ranchi was safe behind her. Her violet eyes locked onto Askos like a predator eyeing its prey. {Write to this point, I hope the readers remember our domain name}

A brief, icy glare exchanged between the two bishops was the calm before the storm that would soon rage across this northern city-state. A clash of titans was about to erupt once more within its walls.

A connection of invisible magic had already been established between the remote ranch and Sigrid.

This is Sieglinde's eight-rank purple rare spell 【Life Link】 used to protect herself. It shares the caster's life state with a target, and the connection breaks at long distances. Additionally, it partially replenishes the linked target with a portion of the caster's physical and mental attributes.

The price is that when the linked one is harmed, the caster will also suffer the same damage.

Besides, an eighth-tier summon 【Psychic Puppet】 was left by Lance.

Although this humanoid automaton, forged entirely of silver light, lacked a face, its figure, identical to Sigrid's, emanated an overwhelmingly powerful aura.

Even if he couldn't gauge its effectiveness, Rance could roughly guess that this puppet copied most of Sigrid's attributes. Even without the effects of Sigrid's equipment and spells, it was almost like a copy of Sigrid herself.

Because she was a cardinal who relied on the strongest physique to fight, even an ordinary punch of hers possessed the power to shatter city walls.

The upper limit of the level that any creature can bind to a magic card with its soul is equal to its own level multiplied by ten.

Siegfried's rank is eight, and the total level of all magic cards on her body doesn't exceed eighty. Now she has used two eighth-level cards to protect Lance, which will result in a certain degree of reduction in her direct combat power.

Lightning once again illuminated the sky, where snowflakes were falling, and the ground. Behind the magical barrier, Asksand spread his palm, a dark vortex forming in its center. Divine-like terrifying magic gathered towards him, being compressed endlessly by him, gradually emitting a black electric cocoon that could cut off all light around it.

If even struck by this eight-tiered sealing magic, an enormous imperial army would likely be reduced to nothingness.

> The mere magical storm was enough to make Lanci's skin and cheeks throb with pain, and at the same time, the silver doll grabbed Lanci and, as Sigrid had done in the past, whisked him rapidly away from the battlefield.

Lanche could only see, in the distance, Sigrid facing Asksand, and she did not flinch from that deadly ultimate magic.

Her ethereal glow remained, like a moon goddess, yet also like a martial god. Even in stillness, her unparalleled fist techniques could shatter any obstacle!

The silver figurine shielded Lance, keeping him from harm by the shockwave. They avoided the heart of the battlefield amidst the collapse of Bandara City's upper levels.

Even so, Ranchi's vision flickered in and out due to the smoke and wind currents. The deafening roar that echoed across the northern tundra nearly lifted him and his silver figurine off their feet.

Not until he had steadied himself did he raise his head and look out into the distance.

The two bishops appeared like the very presence of God.

A cataclysmic clash of cardinals unfolds atop the precarious city of Bandara!

In an instant, the upper levels of Bandar Shah near the city gate became a battlefield. The tremors constantly battered every structure, causing even the sturdiest buildings and towers to be ravaged by the monstrous beasts formed from smoke, leaving behind a wasteland.

The battle raged on, the entire city-state enveloped in a thick veil of smoke. Firelight, explosions, and the thunderclaps of the heavens intertwined. Storm clouds gathered and swirled above, as if nature itself were shaken by this sudden eruption of violence. The air pressure soared high in the sky.

Every confrontation illuminates the vast clouds from the ground.

Ordinary powerhouses couldn't even get close to their battlefield, let alone raise their heads to glimpse the duel between two eighth-ranked archbishops.

But in the center of this battlefield, even with two cardinals not at full strength, Asksan, who was more severely injured at the start, gradually fell into a disadvantage. Apparently, Sieglinde did not give him a chance to recover his injuries!

Siegfried has never been this hopeful of defeating Asksang in a battle.

But she did not want to fight.

She just knew she had to strike Asksam hard here, and only then could she escape this strange city-state with the holy child.

Being chased by Asksand is the worst thing ever. He has countless ways to perform tactical maneuvers, it's impossible to get rid of him. The long journey south would be very difficult, even she wouldn't want to engage in a cat-and-mouse chase with Asksand, let alone protect the holy child.

However, if she were to bring back word of the situation in Bandel's Hold on the northern border to Helm's Deep, the conspiracy lurking behind the Silent Vicar would be exposed!

"Siegfried, do you think your opponent is only me"

Asksang's smile was chillingly composed.

Even if he fell into a disadvantage against Sieglinde at one point, he just laughed like an adult playing with a child.

"...."

Siegfried possessed no weapons, nor any magical equipment. Her sheer physical strength was formidable. Every step she took reverberated like thunder, sending gusts of wind swirling around her. Her gaze was cold and piercing, a purple light shimmering within it. She was single-minded in her pursuit, determined to corner Askshan relentlessly.

As Batian's old rival, Jie Mie appeared equally composed. Every time he tapped his fingers, a powerful sealing talisman would be released, forming patches of deep gray restricted areas in the space ahead, confronting Sieglinde.

The distance between them fluctuated, sometimes close, sometimes far. Yet, regardless of the distance, it always felt like two cataclysmic forces were locked in a titanic struggle. Every blow from the Hegemon landed with the force of a cascading waterfall, attempting to shatter the Annihilator. Meanwhile, the Annihilator moved like a nimble dancer, hiding within the intricate web of traps they had laid, simultaneously releasing seals and trying to lock onto Siegfried, weakening him!

Though Asksang's delay couldn't significantly slow Siegfried's advance, his more complex incantation was complete. The entire space began to twist, with deep gray vines rising from the ground and gray eyes falling from the sky, poised to engulf Siegfried in an instant.

It was then that Sieglinde's form radiated an almost translucent, brilliant light. Even her pupils turned silver, as if she had entered a completely new state of selflessness. She threw a punch unlike anything seen before, and in the air, the silver light collided with the dark grey curse, creating a massive energy explosion with clearly defined boundaries.

After a long time, Asksand, who was flying backward until he fell, clearly lost out in this confrontation. He wasn't suited for a head-on clash with Sigrid, but there was still a smile on his lips, as if he were playing with Sigrid.

Finally.

As the battle between the Hegemon and the Annihilation Bishop reached its peak, a colossal shadow suddenly blotted out the sky. A cold wind swept across the land, smoothing over the sand and stones.

The cooling order caused the dew on the ground to freeze visibly and rapidly. This unknown sensation sent shivers down Sigrid's spine in an instant.

"……"

A figure appeared out of nowhere, its arrival unnoticed. It landed silently, cloaked in a robe as black as night, obscuring even the flickering lightning's reach from revealing its face.

Despite his presence being a complete unknown.

But Sigrid could still feel the danger emanating from him, even surpassing that of Asksand.

"You're finally here."

Asksand's eyes lit up with joy and relief upon seeing the robed figure. The moment the figure moved, a dark magic chain pulled Asksand out of Sigrid's attack range. Almost simultaneously, another black chain lashed towards Sigrid.

Siegfried was battle-hardened, but this mysterious black chain was unlike any magic he'd encountered. It repelled him before he could even touch it, throwing him hard into the ground. As the city began to crumble, Siegfried, coughing up blood, fell into the lower levels of Bandral City.

She was taking deep breaths, trying her best to stay alert.

She knew, facing Askos she still had a chance.

If this figure in black robes is added, things could get complicated.

And what's more troublesome is that the true identity of the hooded man has made the situation in the Protoss Empire even more complicated.

Sigrid stood amidst the ruins of Lower Bandar, her long hair streaming in the wind. Her gaze was unwavering as she faced the two formidable opponents suspended in the air above her, their presence heavy with power. She remained resolute and strong.

"Dominant Catholicism..."

The Dark Robed Man's voice was full of a hallucinatory, distorted breath, tinged with a metallic edge. He seemed to be pondering something, like why the Heavenly Church would appear here, defying the prophet's divination.

Of course, divinations by seers are not always accurate. Some deviation is normal, it's just that serious deviations rarely occur.

Furthermore, if many fortune tellers with precognitive abilities conducted divinations and planned accordingly, they would interfere with each other, resulting in inaccurate predictions.

Could it be that the vampire Count Heritier of South Continent has interfered with affairs on our North Continent

The Crow finally spoke in a barely audible whisper.

Asksar ignored the Black Robed Man's state and only stared at Sigrid in the distance.

"Apostle, don't waste time. If you let this woman drag it on until nightfall, it will be very difficult."

Askshan coldly addressed the cloaked figure beside him.

"Hee hee."

However, the Black Robe merely looked up at the sky with a smile, as if he thought Asksan was telling a good joke.

He flung a crimson-scarred, orange epic card from his sleeve.

Immediately, within the distorted space above, a creature shrouded in darkness gradually emerged. It resembled a small, round larval disc, its entire body covered in a hard carapace etched with strange patterns. The monster's eyes radiated a cold blue light, and looking at it, one could almost feel the evil and toxicity emanating from its core.

Suddenly, a terrifying pressure descended upon Sieglinde, causing her to stumble back two steps.

She stared hard at the monster, even though her eyes ached, she was desperately trying to analyze its properties through an identification spell.

The strangest thing was that the robed figure summoned this halo-like creature right before her, without any worry that she would obliterate it instantly.

Gradually, she could infer and assess the fragmentary analytical results of magic based on her actual feelings, obtaining a concise attribute of it.

Abyssal Black Worm

Category: Summon Card

Grade: Orange Epic

Class: 8

Effect: Cannot move or attack. Enemies closer to this summon are subjected to stronger gravitational pressure. After defeating this summon, ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇.

Note: The power of universal annihilation.

The man in black robes high above looked down at Sigrid, and asked Asksand beside him:

"How long do you think she can last"

Ascanius said nothing, only shaking his head with a smile and looking down on Sigelried with pity.

Before them, Sigrid was like prey that could not escape.

Today, in the city of Bandra on the northern border of the Protoss Empire, it is a very suitable place for the burial of the hegemonic Catholic Sigrid.

Ps: The blood clan's Heritiel, the Earl of Hellsing, first appeared in Chapter 86, Volume Two.

(The End)

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