Chapter 474: Lanqi's Three Phantom
Magic In the Franklin Hall on the top floor of the Capitol, the deep purple magic light of the Death Arena cuts through every inch of air.
The eyes of the congressmen, nobles, and powerful officials were all fixed on the center of the Protoss Congress, where the fatal showdown was about to take place.
The characters of the Age of Gods were constantly reorganizing on the surface of the mid-air barrier. Even if no one could translate them, their meaning could be understood through the glow that directly struck the soul - the numbers in the countdown.
The sounds inside the arena and outside were completely blocked out, and after the final ten seconds of preparation time was over, the fight to the death began.
On the right side of the barrier, the tall figure under the dark gray coat gave people a gloomy and unusual feeling, as if he belonged to a different world from that of ordinary people.
When Asksan stood there in a combat-ready posture, the invisible magic power on his body could make ordinary people feel humble and helpless, and all sense of security would tremble because of him.
"With only one month of preparation time, can you change your fate? Sigrid, if you have the ability, let your Son help you to defeat the Protoss Empire."
Asksan smiled and looked at his palms, not knowing how to kill Sigrid.
If Sigrid and the Holy Son of Tyrant were given a chance to lie dormant for ten or twenty years, perhaps they would still have a chance of turning the tables.
But the time is indeed too short.
The speed of growth and evolution has a limit, which is a common sense that cannot be violated in the world.
Just like a student cannot become a principal overnight, no one can destroy the giant Protoss Empire in a short period of time! "Asksan, to be honest, this is the only time I feel grateful to you, because if it weren't for you, I really wouldn't be able to find such a good man."
Sigrid, wearing a silver-white skirt armor, stood on this vast battlefield, facing this final battle with her mortal enemy Asksan without flinching.
She was tall, with long light-colored hair that fell like a waterfall over her steel armor, pure as a silver moon.
More than ten seconds passed in a flash.
Finally, as the glow of the God's Age characters grew stronger and stronger, the circular space of several hundred square meters was covered with translucent rock-like magical products. Under the influence of the ancient divine artifact, the Bishop's Certificate, it became as hard as steel.
Between the two of them, the air was so tense that one could almost hear it.
With every breath and every heartbeat of everyone present, the air around the arena became heavier.
In this closed space, the decisive battle between the two cardinals was immediately detonated! Asksan's figure almost turned into a shadow under the dark gray coat. He twisted his finger joints slightly and chanted an ancient and obscure spell. The entire fatal arena was instantly shrouded in ominous fluctuations.
Dark grey vines and leaves quietly blossomed from his palms and quickly spread out, forming a huge blockade barrier around Sigrid. Not only did it trap Sigrid, but more importantly, it began to shrink continuously, as if isolating her in an inescapable void, and then strangling her!
This made the great sage Isis outside the arena frown slightly.
According to previous intelligence, when Asksan, the Bishop of Annihilation, encounters Sigrid, the Dominant Catholic, he will first try to create distance to ensure an absolute safe space for himself, and constantly set traps to block her freedom of movement to prevent Sigrid's surprise attacks and outbreaks.
And now - Asksan's playing style can be said to be steady yet aggressive. He uses sustained damage with control to catch Sigrid first, while also trying Sigrid's moves.
On the battlefield, as Asksan's sealing barrier rapidly shrank, Sigrid's situation looked increasingly critical.
According to Ba Jiao's original strength, it would be possible for her to break through head-on and tear the vines apart, or to dodge before the barrier was formed. But now Sigrid's aura is obviously very weak. She doesn't feel the oppression of being a Valkyrie at all. Instead, she is like a lamb to be slaughtered.
Many spectators in the seats leaned forward and could feel the tension of the scene.
It seemed that what Asksun said was true. If Sigrid lost her power, the two cardinals would probably be victorious in an instant.
If Sigrid had any hidden trick up her sleeve, she had to use it now.
It turned out that Sigrid did not swing her invincible fist to destroy everything as usual.
Instead, he held a few golden-orange magic cards in his hands, with mysterious totems flowing on the patterns on them, as if he had predicted Asksan's opening tactics.
"Sigrid, I knew you were going to use the Summoning Card instead, use it now!"
Asksan finally laughed wildly upon seeing this. He was waiting for Sigrid to use the wolf to try to die with him, thus destroying both sides' life-saving cards.
That wolf needs to swallow as many summons as possible to unleash its maximum power.
Even if the wolf is not used, she will die. But if the wolf is used - this dark gray vine has the effects of anti-injury and immunity. Even if the wolf is on Sigrid, if it explodes at this moment, she will die from multiple injuries no matter how many life-saving spells and equipment she has.
He had predicted Sigrid's prediction! No matter how powerful the Tyrant Son was, he couldn't give Sigrid anything more powerful than that wolf!
When Sigrid was about to lose at the beginning, she still did not burst out any might of a war god.
Her aura was still weak, and she didn't look like a Valkyrie at all. The barrier was quickly squeezed, and it seemed that she was doomed to fail.
But at this moment, the magic card thrown by Sigrid finally dissipated with the wind.
Three orange cards, like the brightest stars in the night sky, gradually formed light spots and totems.
Immediately, thunder and wind rose in the Death Arena!
The orange light was blindingly bright, transforming into the first ray of dawn. The ancient covenant was awakened, and unparalleled power was born from the darkness.
The heavy sound of drums echoed in the Death Arena, as if knocking on everyone's heart.
In the black fog and lightning storm, three figures descended.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
In the black fog, they looked like living beings and phantoms. Their figures appeared extremely tall and terrifying. Only the gaze directed at Asksan was particularly clear, full of contempt and mockery.
Both are evil.
They come from a purer source of evil.
"Hahaha, our opponent is this human."
"How many pieces should I cut it into?"
"I heard that you are cold-blooded, cruel, and evil?"
Under the power of the devil, the dark grey vines gradually began to break into pieces until they completely collapsed.
In front of the power of these three demons, Asksan's eighth-level spell was easily broken like a thin layer of ice.
Everyone present was stunned and looked at the Death Arena in disbelief.
Including Asksan.
As a wizard himself, he could deeply feel the magic power of the three epic demons.
If he were still in his prime, he could still fight.
But at this moment, the magic cards he carried with him were all combinations of countermeasures used against Sigrid of the Physical System, and he still had unhealed injuries on his body.
The horrific figures of the three demons reflected in his eyes became particularly terrifying.
Earlier, when he encountered that unreasonable wolf in the northern snowfield, Asksan already wanted to curse.
Now that guy didn't even bother to act and just stuffed three eighth-level epic demons into Sigrid's hands. It was the worst thing in the world!
"Holy Son of Tyrant, I※you※——!!!"
Asksan, the annihilated bishop who never expressed his inner feelings and did not know what love was, has finally learned what it feels like to miss someone to death.
(End of this chapter)