Chapter 272: Lanqi’s injustice has its perpetrators



Chapter 272: Lanqi’s injustice has its perpetrators

The next day.

The sun bashfully penetrated the heavy clouds, and each beam of light was like a golden bond released after breaking the gloom, vaguely illuminating the outlines of the mixed pedestrians and monsters on the streets of Helrom on Sunday.

Every window of the buildings on both sides of the street has become a small theater of life. Small Warcraft pets or alchemical creatures gently place their tentacles and tails on the windowsills, curiously peeking at the outside world.

And in this early morning.

Lanci had left his hotel near the Royal Academy of Magic in Protoss.

Walking on the road to the temple of the Knights of Annihilation.

Tomorrow he will spend five working days at the Protoss Royal School of Magic.

Today is the last day of the weekend. In the morning he needs to go to the Knights of Silent to meet the archpriest who granted him the certificate of resurrection of the Silent branch and receive future work arrangements.

Just as Lanqi was taking a leisurely walk, the voice of the cat owner rang in his ears again.

They, the man and the cat, depended on each other in a foreign country, and the cat owner would nag at him all day long.

"Meow meow, Lanqi, you have become the new leader of the priests of the Nirvana branch... You are not going to meet the Bishop of Nirvana Asksan, are you?"

If it really came to that, it wouldn't dare to follow this kid to see the cardinal! As long as it appeared in the sight of the incarnation of natural disaster, it would have no power to resist, and it would be wiped out if it was not careful.

"Don't worry, I have been working hard on the project and have never forgotten my original intention."

Lanci said calmly.

"Meow! Why don't you develop your career in the Empire? I feel that the Tyrant Branch is safer than the Desolate Branch!"

The cat owner thought he was kidding.

Who are you looking for that would make you go undercover in the Resurrection Church?

It seemed to it that Lanqi had accidentally drunk some fake liquor and had had too much fun.

Boss Cat had heard from Tata a long time ago that this kid had made some jokes because of his alcoholism in the border city-state of Nanwantina.

It was worried that Lanci would get deeper and deeper into trouble and unable to turn back. In comparison, no matter what career he wanted to pursue in the empire, it would fully support and encourage him to go for it, as long as he did not continue to have any connection with the Resurrection Church.

"Don't worry, I have already cut off all ties with the Tyrant branch. The Pioneer is the Pioneer, and Rocky is Rocky. The journey to the Empire will definitely satisfy you."

Lanqi turned around, looked at his own shadow, raised his eyelids, and gave the cat boss a smile.

"……Meow."

Meow meow meow, believe him again.

The atmosphere of the city is mixed with the unique smell of magic potions and the faint fragrance of rain.

Lanqi walked along the road paved with neatly-arranged rectangular slabs of stone.

Every time he turned a corner, the number of people on the street gradually decreased.

Even the windowsills of tall buildings have become much deserted.

Then, a detail caught Lanci's attention.

Not far ahead, a woman was walking towards the temple, her long hair swaying gently in the breeze, covering her silver skirt armor. The thin skirt armor had an ancient design, and every joint showed the craftsman's exquisite craftsmanship. The sunlight shone on her armor, emitting a faint white light, like flowing water.

Lanqi had an impression of this woman wearing a silver skirt and armor.

Their destination was obviously the Knights of Annihilation.

This woman named Sid was also one of the reasons for the postponement of the final assessment.

However, Lanqi and she have no intersection. They will become colleagues in the future and will get to know each other sooner or later. There is no need to take the initiative to say hello.

Lanqi was thinking this, and just as he walked into the next street, he didn't feel any movement at his side, and a cold hand suddenly grabbed his upper arm!

The hand was so powerful that it seemed like it could easily crush his bones, but the owner of the hand used the force precisely to ensure that he would not be hurt.

"you……"

Lanqi didn't have time to react because he really didn't feel any hostility, or the opponent was much stronger than him, and his nerves were not able to keep up with the opponent's speed.

The moment he saw the other person's figure clearly, the sound of wind whistled in his ears, all gravity seemed to disappear, the soles of his shoes lost all contact with the ground, and the oppressive feeling of the air made him sure that he was caught by the other party and brought to the sky above the imperial capital.

The emerald green light in Lanqi's eyes pierced through the fog of the imperial capital Helrom, leaving a clear track. The clouds and mist quickly passed by both sides of him, bringing a cold and biting feeling.

Buildings, streets, vehicles and crowds, all of these turned into blurred shadows in the eyes, every detail was torn apart by speed, leaving only a chaos of color and light.

The next second, everything began to speed up. The cold wind almost made it impossible to open his eyes. The city-state overlooking from this speeding roller coaster looked like scattered pieces of colored glass. In the deafening wind, Lanqi's head was filled with buzzing sounds. The cold air made it difficult for him to breathe, and every breath seemed to be inhaled from an ice cellar.

His vision was becoming blurry, and his consciousness was gradually fading away from him.

However, that hand still held him tightly, using a force similar to magic to keep his whole body balanced, becoming his only fulcrum in this high-altitude world.

As his consciousness gradually blurred and he was about to fall into endless darkness, his speed suddenly slowed down.

Until he landed with Lanqi and was placed steadily on a flat ground. The strong impact made Lanqi regain consciousness slightly.

“……!”

He covered his forehead and stabilized his shaking body, only to find that in just ten seconds he was in a completely different place.

It is a building with an ancient and magnificent design.

"If there is a next time, could you please not bring me here like this?"

Lanqi put down his hand and shook his head. The feeling of weakness in his body had not completely disappeared.

He has a strong heart, and this roller coaster ride that accelerated ten times faster didn't make him dizzy.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

But he was tied up suddenly, and even though the other party seemed to be trying to be as gentle as possible, there was an obvious gap between their strength and physical fitness. If Lanqi's rank was lower, he would probably be unconscious by now.

The figure in the silver skirt and armor who brought him here ignored him and just walked towards her seat.

In this space, the tall door lintels, the exquisite carvings, and the various mysterious objects and ancient paintings hanging on the walls make it look like a private collection at first glance, presenting a deep and calm atmosphere. All of this tells Lanqi that this is a collection of sky-high-priced collections from different regions and different eras.

The floor is made of dark brown wood that has been weathered by the years. Each plank is slightly worn, with different textures and colors, but each carries a unique story, as if that is what makes it so valuable.

In addition, the entire hall of several hundred square meters appears exceptionally spacious. There is only the main seat, which seems to be the only throne in this space. Behind it are various bottles and jars, from amber wine glasses to clear liquors like water. They are all quietly waiting for the moment to be chosen.

At this moment, Lanqi's vision recovered and he finally saw the figure that forced him to this place.

West Germany.

The attire on my body has changed.

She was still tall, with long light-colored hair falling behind her waist, her eyes like stars shining in the night sky and violets blooming in spring, and her ambitious aura was as strong as that of a queen on earth - she was not satisfied with controlling what was in front of her, but wanted to conquer everything within her sight.

“Most of the time I don’t like to cooperate with others. Some people think that I have a strong personality, like to interfere and provoke others, and cannot cooperate with others. But I only know that I will never let go of anything that is beneficial to me.”

She introduced herself briefly, her domineering yet calm eyes like a sword that could pierce the opponent's heart, resting in the clear mirror of a lake.

"What is your purpose in inviting me here?"

Lanqi gave him a slight imperial salute, and he didn't intend to say anything more until he determined Sid's true identity and intentions.

There's nothing to be afraid of.

His life can be said to be in the hands of the other party. If the other party has bad intentions, his hope of successfully resisting by force is obviously zero.

Sid turned her back to Lanqi and remained silent, slowly walking up to her throne.

Without her disguise, she is an aloof beauty who doesn't seem to care much about Lanci's feelings, only about what she wants.

What was used before was just camouflage magic, and even Sid's identity was completely forged.

"You may not have heard of the name Sigrid."

Sid propped her chin with one hand and looked down at Lanqi, but she obviously admired Lanqi's calmness. "But you must have heard of the other name."

I saw a holy seal on her right thumb being thrown up like a coin.

It left a brief silver glow in the air and then fell into her palm again.

Even though it only flashed by, Lanqi saw it clearly.

The center of the holy seal is the Silver Moon Crown, whose light draws a crescent moon, as if all enemies will be shattered into pieces. The stars scattered on the edge of the crown are all shattered fragments of weapons, representing the failure of those who rebelled and their sad and pitiful fate.

He was very familiar with this style of holy seal.

He had seen too much of this among the tyrannical priests in the southwestern provinces.

The only difference is——

The West German one is shining with an extremely domineering and dazzling orange light!

(End of this chapter)


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