Chapter 477: The Original Stone Seal Finally Obtained
Given Rocky McCarthy's current reputation in the Protoss Empire, if anyone wanted to assassinate him, they would not be able to leave Helrom today.
Asksan felt that his mentality completely exploded at this moment.
The real body in the fatal barrier almost fell to the ground, and the big demon took the opportunity to kill him.
In the hall, his clone and Rocky McCarthy, who was sitting in the seat, looked at each other.
This closest distance is called untouchable.
The confident and complacent smile on Asksan's clone's face froze, as if he couldn't believe the scene before him.
Who dares to approach this conspicuous bag for no reason! And why, why is Rocky McCarthy the Son of Tyrant! ? Shouldn't Rocky McCarthy be his honorary priest and also his supporter?
Clearly, no matter who tried to test Rocky McCarthy before, he said that he would support Bishop Annihilation. Is all this fake?
It turns out that the bastard who blew himself up with a wolf in the Northern Border Province was the powerful man who stood at the top of the imperial capital Helrom, like a powerless mortal, and was shining brightly! In the Death Arena, Asksan's expression changed from astonishment to confusion and rage.
His brows twisted, the corners of his mouth began to tremble, accompanied by a momentary loss of voice, followed by an outburst of uncontrollable emotions.
Asksan's mental breakdown obviously distorted his operations in the Death Arena.
The three phantom demons, without using any innate magic, still inflicted several fatal injuries on Asksan!
The weight of reality made Asksan's body extremely heavy. He fought stubbornly, as if his survival and fighting instincts made him distance himself again.
He tried hard to control his emotions and keep them as calm as possible.
Now we have to consider whether to take Rocky McCarthy hostage.
There is a chance of defeating these three demons, but it is not high.
But since he held Rocky McCarthy hostage, he would definitely lose the bishop election, and there was a high probability that he would not be able to leave Helrom today. At most, he would die together with Rocky McCarthy! No matter how he thought about it or how he voted, he felt that life was worse than death! !
Outside the Death Arena at the same time.
Lower level seating on the right side of Franklin Hall.
Lanqi's eyes were filled with worry. He had noticed the high priest sitting on the seat of the Silent Branch before.
From the beginning, the high priest seemed a little restless. Everyone else was concentrating on watching the fight, but he alone looked like he was looking for someone.
Maybe others can't discover it, but Lanqi can, because he has a heart that always cares about others.
Now that his eyes met with the great priest of Silence, Lanqi finally understood.
"Great Sage, there is a gentleman here who looks like he needs help. Can you please check if he is okay?"
Lanqi quickly raised his hand and signaled to the great sage Isis in the distance.
Asksan's clone, who was originally struggling to consider a strategic decision, suddenly felt locked by a magical force.
“…”
The monarch sat beside her, and Isis frowned, noticing something was wrong.
There is nothing wrong with the health of this high priest.
The problem is it's too strong.
If you don't lock and detect it carefully and accurately, you won't be able to find out that it is actually an eighth-level puppet.
What was Asksan's intention in bringing an eighth-level puppet into the arena and hiding it in the seat of the Grand Priest of Silence?
This is clearly a life-and-death duel, so there is no right to leave such a dangerous part of the force outside the Death Arena, threatening the safety of the Imperials like a time bomb at all times.
The great sage Isis stood up and took action immediately, blocking the eighth-level puppet with several layers of light curtains and trapping it inside.
No matter what the puppet's specific function is, we will have to wait until Asksan finishes the Fatal Arena before asking him to explain the purpose of the puppet outside the arena.
The whole audience was shocked. No one knew what had happened in the seats of the Silent Branch that caused the great sage Isis, who had never taken action before, to suddenly take action herself with a serious look on her face.
Asksan's clone struggled, but found that he could not move at this moment and had no chance to get close to Rocky McCarthy.
He stared at Rocky McCarthy with a look of doubt.
Are you a fucking elementary school student? The first thing you think of is to raise your hand and tell the teacher?
Asksan felt his heart was collapsing. He might have had a chance to choose just now, but in a flash, even the choice was taken away! Facing the gaze of Asksan's clone.
“…”
Lanqi covered his slightly open mouth, as if he had figured something out.
He looked with surprise at the motionless figure of the high priest in the beam of light, and then looked at the Bishop of Annihilation Asksan in the arena.
That expression of disbelief seemed to be saying, Oh my God, Mr. Asksan, you dare to let me win in a life-and-death duel.
“Ahh…”
Asksan was going crazy.
In the arena barrier, Asksan couldn't even be sure whether Rocky McCarthy had really discovered him and was deliberately messing with his mentality, or whether this person was too kind and cared about others and couldn't let go of anyone who needed help! Either way, Asksan was disgusted to the point of wanting to explode.
I might as well have exploded with him just now!
"Rocky McCarthy!!!"
Asksan screamed miserably.
At this moment he finally understood who his opponent was.
He no longer had the time to focus his mind and magic on the puppet and had to fight with all his strength.
The only way is to kill Sigrid!!
He seemed to have entered a frenzy, willing to break through the defenses of the three great demons and attack Sigrid at all costs and at any risk of injury!
Any head-on collision between the two sides at this moment will surely be a matter of life and death!
The three demons felt a little overwhelmed for a moment. Could a mage also go berserk? "Asksan, do you remember? He said that the next time we meet, it will be the time to retrieve your primordial slate. Now that you have met him, it is time to fulfill his words."
Behind the three demons, Sigrid stood up and said as she looked at the approaching Asksan from a distance.
She was not afraid of Asksan at all, but looked at the last magic card in her hand with a smile.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
At this moment, her smile did not seem to be because her long-cherished wish was finally about to be fulfilled, but because she had forced her mortal enemy Asksan, whom she had not been able to defeat for many years, into a desperate situation.
She simply felt happy just using the Son of God's things.
“This is the power he lent me.”
Sigrid raised her palm, her calm eyes seemed to have written off all the grudges with Asksun. There was no hostility or fighting spirit in her voice, but rather a little bit of relief and boasting, as if throwing out a petal, gently letting the orange epic free.
The last demon, and the only summon of Ranchi that can actually be triggered by someone else.
Franklin Hall's most peaceful moments.
As if the clouds were clearing away to reveal the sun, ripples of light were cast on the glass dome of the Protoss Capitol.
Where the sunlight was focused, orange wings fluttered, and a demon girl had landed in the desperate arena.
It was a long moment that seemed to last for eternity.
Her red dress fell like rose petals, and she appeared in the Death Arena with a captivating floral scent.
"Being an absolute strong person, and the loneliness that comes with it, teaches you to love——"
The poet of great love's voice was like an explosive hum that made time flow again and resounded in the hall.
Suddenly, an unimaginable storm brewed in the Death Arena, as if the dream and reality were about to be overturned and reversed!
Asksan's state suddenly became insane. He felt his vision flickering while he was unconscious. He felt like he had slammed into a wall. Stars kept appearing in his eyes. He almost fainted and was unable to regain consciousness.
After experiencing repeated mental breakdowns, any ordinary low-level creature would have already exceeded the killing line of the great poet of love.
But at this moment, even if the poet of great love did not need to detonate Asksan's cardiovascular system, just controlling Asksan for a while would determine his defeat.
The three great demons took Asksan's head in an instant.
Blood mist splattered, and in the dim light and shadow, only a headless corpse was left, falling to the ground.
At the same time, the deep purple lightning disappeared along the barrier as if retreating, and the Death Arena dissipated in the wind and regained its color.
At this moment, an overwhelming pressure burst out from Sigrid's body, like a long-suppressed volcano erupting, causing all the imperial dignitaries sitting in the seats to tremble from the bottom of their souls.
After surviving a life-threatening disaster, she finally broke through the bottleneck that had been unbreakable before.
One step closer to the ninth level.
Anyone in Franklin Hall could be sure that at this moment, Sigrid the Tyrant was even more powerful than Asksan the Bishop of Annihilation and Amiles the Bishop of Mourning.
In the distance, a thin and small ancient stone carving board fell from Asksan's body. Its streamlined edges and faint magical patterns seemed to be telling a story of tens of millions of years.
On the intricate and mysterious magic spells, the tiny spirals are like the traces of stars across the night sky, brilliant and secretive, striking directly at the soul. Even if the world were to be annihilated, it would not be able to erase the wisdom and deep power that were closely related to the Book of Genesis.
This legendary artifact is the pinnacle of epic magic cards - [Original Slate - Seal]! Everyone who saw this slate couldn't help but swallow their saliva.
The original slate is so valuable that it cannot be described. It is a supreme equipment that even an eighth-rank warrior would risk his life to fight for!
However, in this Franklin Hall, no one dared to rob.
Everyone just held their breath and watched Sigrid walk over, pick it up and put it away.
She raised her head and looked around Franklin Hall, while also looking at the broadcast camera of Helrom Broadcasting Corporation.
In the imperial capital of Helrom, her beautiful face is now reflected on all the giant screens in the city.
Her eyes were like violets blooming in spring, overbearing and unyielding.
That look seemed to be telling everyone that [Original Slate-Seal] would be hers from now on, and anyone who had their eyes on this slate could just come to her.
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