Chapter 511 Lanqi's Happy Community

This afternoon, Lanqi spent some time rescuing the Archpriest of Destruction and obtaining the three phantom demons. In the evening, he sensed the disappearance of the city-state barrier and headed towards the source of the battle in the northwest area.

"This bastard actually dared to bully Talia, fuck him!"

"Just let me out and see if I can kill him!"

At this moment, the angry female voice was still replaying in his mind.

In the Northern Continent, Lanqi obtained a noble pink sacred spell card [Forbidden Curse] from the Helrom Endless Library, and asked [Great Love Poet] to combine it with the principle of [Compassion Poem] to transform it into a new magic -

With the target's consent, a temporary subordinate contract can be signed with the demon, transforming it into one's own summoned familiar and establishing a weak telepathic communication with it.

Once it has the attributes of a summoned creature, it can be sealed by [Nuclear Fusion Wolf] and turned into a magic card.

During the previous bishop election, Lanqi lent the three phantom demons to Sigrid. Now the three great demons have turned back into Lanqi's servants.

The corresponding problem is that after the contract is signed, they will keep talking to themselves, especially Antanas, who is particularly noisy.

Lanqi's mind was now filled with her voice.

Although Antanas wanted to provide support first, Planai advised Lanci that if the problem could be solved without using their power, they should try not to let them appear. However, Planai would launch ultra-long-range attack magic when necessary.

Because if the three of them take action, after today, the enemy will most likely confirm the existence of the three of them at the eighth level.

As the three of them have the highest information gap in combat power, it would be best if they could hide it.

Finally, Ranchi agreed with Pranay's advice.

"Why did you... trick the Son of Destruction into escaping?"

Hyperion looked up and asked Lanqi nervously.

"The Three Phantom Demons are my trump card for going to the Cremon Empire to rescue Duke Migaia and Duchess Ifatia. It's too early to reveal them on the battlefield now."

Lanqi replied with a helpless smile.

“…”

Hyperion immediately grabbed Lanqi's clothes tightly, not knowing what to say for a moment.

She said so many words of thanks that she began to run out of words.

I can only keep everything in my heart until the day I can repay him.

This went on for a long time.

She finally slowly loosened her hand, as if she realized something.

"Oh, by the way...can you let me down now?"

Hyperion blushed slightly and stammered.

She had unknowingly let Lanqi hold her for a long time. It was because Salomon had not left before, or maybe it was because she had not yet recovered from the shock. Now that Salomon had completely left, there was no reason for her to let Lanqi hold her anymore.

"Can you stand still? Are you hurt?"

Lanqi didn't move, just asked.

"Well……"

Hyperion hesitated for a moment.

"I feel...I feel like my leg might be a little sprained. Can you..."

She felt a little embarrassed to continue because she wondered if her lie was too obvious.

"Then I'll take you to a safe place."

Lanci replied.

"Thanks a lot."

When Hyperion heard Lanci's agreement, she only felt more ashamed and lowered her head in response.

"It's okay, you're very light, it won't be hard at all."

Lanci smiled.

“…”

Hyperion should have been happy about this sincere compliment, but now she just felt a little scared.

How on earth did he manage to not mention it at all and yet keep it in mind...

Forget it, I don’t want to think about it anymore.

Hyperion simply closed her eyes, leaned on Lanqi's shoulder, and pretended to be asleep.

…

Meanwhile on the other side.

In the middle of the main city of Nanwantina, near the southern district, unrest and unrest permeate every corner, and from time to time, the roar of the earth can be heard from the southernmost part.

On the streets, non-commissioned officers in shining armor walked hurriedly, and the sound of their heavy armored footsteps echoed in the silent night sky, as if constantly reminding the residents of this town that the danger tonight was not far away.

In this tense atmosphere, a lonely figure quietly walked through the dark alleys.

He was wearing a dark cloak and his steps were light and agile, as if he blended into the night.

In the narrow alleys, the dilapidated stone buildings cast mottled shadows in the moonlight. The intermittent lights on the windows flickered from time to time, revealing the residents' worries and uneasiness about this uneasy night. Occasionally, the sound of a cat's meow or the creaking of a wooden door could be heard from a corner.

Salomon used some life magic to clean the blood on his face, not wanting anyone else to see that he was in a bad condition. His footsteps seemed like he knew the road very well, or maybe someone was helping him plan the route. He moved flexibly in the shadows, avoiding the occasional patrolling soldiers. Even in such a turbulent moment, he seemed unusually calm.

Finally, after crossing a street, a faint fire and a familiar figure appeared in front of us.

"Sir Saint, please take this path."

The high priest who met him stretched out his hand and guided him.

Salomon nodded, turned the corner, and walked into a darker alley.

He has informed this group of loyal archpriests of destruction one by one of the next plan of action.

The High Priest of the East End prepares for a final assault.

Those who stayed in the northwest area would wait until Loren was lured away and then immediately go to assassinate Miss Duchess Hyperion!

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

Those in the southern zone were responsible for helping him retreat.

At that time, even if the furious Loren comes after him, he will give priority to rescuing the civilians whose lives are threatened by the high priests, or in other words, the civilians in the city of Nanwantina are all his hostages, Salomon.

Salomon couldn't wait to see Loren's frustrated, helpless rage.

Loren is strong.

It's a pity that it was exchanged for brains.

From the story told by Ivanos, Salomon analyzed that Loren was a person who couldn't make the right choice, especially the difficult problem of choosing between protecting a specific person or protecting a group of people. Loren, who wanted to protect both and was indecisive, would end up protecting no one! "Although I don't know who the guy in the south who fought with the Marquis of Somerset is, Loren, you are too honest after all."

Salomon smiled maliciously.

Sudden.

Salomon felt a chill in his lower back, followed by a stinging pain that seemed to drain all his strength away, spreading from the chill to every part of his body.

He was a little bit unbelievable.

now.

The high priest who was following behind Salomon stabbed Salomon hard in the waist.

Salomon turned around in shock, only to see that the high priest who had been following him had an extremely cold look in his eyes and had retreated and kept his distance.

"you……"

Salomon trembled in disbelief and half-knelt on the ground.

What frightened him was not the accident of the great priest behind him.

Instead, a group of great priests walked out from the end of the alley.

They are all high priests of the Destruction Branch, and their job today is to attack at the right time and, after successfully killing Hyperion, attract firepower to help Salomon retreat.

However.

The eyes of this group of people were confused, as if they had been completely brainwashed. They walked towards Salomon with heavy steps.

"Salomon, you are so cruel..."

"Sure enough, he is right. You just want us to die. He is the only one who will love us."

"You are the obstacle to our happiness..."

"You must die here today!!!"

Some of them had eyes that almost protruded from their sockets, with abnormally dilated pupils that looked congested and excited; some had eyes and mouths that were curved like crescent moons, and their terrifying aura and eerie smiles made them like a group of serial killers who only appeared at night.

Under the faint scarlet moonlight, their shadows stretched out in the dark alley. The muscles on their faces seemed to be twitching due to long-term tension. They were muttering something like "love", "happiness", and "Goddess" silently, and every breath they took was accompanied by a strange tremor.

then.

Time seemed to begin to speed up.

All the Priests of Destruction rushed towards the injured Salomon like crazy.

Salomon was completely stunned.

What indescribable evil had befallen these people to make them all become like this! Salomon's heart was beating like a drum, his blood was pounding in his pulse, and an invisible fear was spreading.

No, escape, escape to the south!

Since Loren is on the northwest side, the person fighting with the Marquis of Somerset in the south is most likely the mysterious cardinal.

They shouldn't have fought, because the vampires and the Church of Resurrection were not mortal enemies.

We must spread the news that "Nanwantina has the evil god"! As long as we can reach the south of the city and find Marquis Somerset and the cardinal from the northern continent, there is still hope for survival!

(End of this chapter)