Don't confiscate my citizenship

Despite this, both of them were seriously injured.

The man in black robe coughed forcefully a few times, trying to steady his breathing, while Bishop of Annihilation clasped his hands together, chanted some uncommon spells, and a faint halo began to flicker around his body, alleviating his injuries.

The distance between the two people was dozens of meters, like a tacit understanding.

Perhaps after such a long time, it is still possible that the Son of Tyrant could be caught up by them, but given their current state, no one knows whether they will be killed in the counterattack.

What makes the two of them afraid is that the Holy Son of Tyrant possesses a seventh-order large-scale wind magic that can safely withstand the explosion.

This mysterious Son of Tyrant has more secrets than they imagined, and there may be a seventh-level mysterious being hidden in him.

At this time, a seventh-level person is enough to take their lives.

"Askesan, I'm leaving now."

The black-robed man's voice became much hoarser.

Now he no longer wanted to go with Asksan.

Although he and Asksan were still uncertain about the winner at this moment, this was the territory of the Protoss Empire after all, and the [Abyss Black Worm] had already fallen into a state of damage. Even if he wanted to repair it, he would probably have to find a top card maker, and it would take a lot of time to repair it. There was no need for him to stay here any longer, as there were more important things to do.

That wolf-shaped summon is too evil. Not only can it seal other summons, but it can also blow up other sealed magic cards.

"After one month, remember to fulfill your first promise."

Asksan still laughed coldly and said as he looked at the receding back of the man in black robe.

"Don't worry, everything is still within the trajectory set by the prophet. It's nothing serious as long as you can complete the finishing work smoothly."

The black-robed man responded.

But he thought about it again and turned his head back for the time being.

"Do you know the true identity of the Son of Tyrant? I can confirm that he is not from the family of Duke Berenhard."

The man in black robe looked at Asksan. He had never heard of such a sealer in the Protoss Empire.

Logically speaking, the identity it disguised in society should not be too high-profile, because as early as a few months ago, the Church of Resurrection was still an evil organization that was severely cracked down by the Protoss Empire.

But someone who possesses this kind of sealing magic talent should not be completely unable to display his or her combat abilities.

Now the bad thing was not only that he escaped with the tyrant Sigrid, but he didn't even get to see his true face.

"It doesn't matter who he is. Sigrid is no longer a threat, and her Son's power cannot be used in the metropolises near the central part of the Protoss Empire."

Asksan shook his head. He wanted to know who the Son of Tyrant was more than the apostles.

"Don't worry, I won't let him escape from the blockade area in the northern part of the empire."

Asksan said to the man in black robe with a cold expression.

The entire northern part of the empire is still the home of his destroyed branch.

Although it is unlikely that the Holy Son of Tyrant has other prominent identities or interpersonal relationships in the Protoss Empire, after all, this has always been the rule of their Resurrection Church.

But all the changes are possible only under the premise that he can bring Sigrid back to the imperial capital!

Chapter 337 Sigrid's Boomerang

three days later.

The breeze blows on your face, bringing with it the coldness of the snow and the vicissitudes of the north. It feels like the weight of a thousand years and the coolness of the snowfield.

She frowned slightly as she woke up in this cold winter, feeling a chill in her body and her eyes opened unconsciously.

I seemed to be in a moving vehicle, and the bumpy snowy mountain road made the seat shake.

Despite this, there was still a hint of warmth on the left side of the shoulder.

The warm shoulder reminded her of her mother sitting next to her when she was sick as a child.

Sigrid slowly turned her head.

In the cold wind, her companion was sitting next to her, wearing a white shirt and a diamond-striped suit vest, holding the reins with a leisurely look.

"..."

The young man on the left noticed that she was awake, smiled and glanced at her sideways.

But his attention was still on the road ahead, steering the snow sled with the reins.

"I can't exert any strength..."

Sid's voice sounded unusually decadent and weak, and she wrapped her thick coat tighter around herself.

It turns out that winter is really that cold.

The days in the northern snowfields are very short, and it is hard to tell whether it is early morning or afternoon. The temperature will probably drop soon.

She paid no attention to her messy hair and stared at Lanqi.

She didn't know how long she had been unconscious or where they were now.

The collar of Lanqi's usually smooth coat became wrinkled because she used it as a blanket.

"You have been unconscious for three days. During these three days, Boss Cat has been taking care of you. We are still on the way from the Northern Border Province to the Snowfield Province. It will probably take a few more days to get back to the Snowfield Province."

Lanqi answered as if he knew what she wanted to ask.

Although the cat boss's magic power is weak, he was still able to use some high-level healing cards to relieve Sigrid's external injuries.

Sigrid lowered her eyes and noticed the little black cat sitting between her and Lanci. She knew that if this cat used [Transformation: Human], it would probably be a cute girl.

The cat boss trembled at her gaze as before and seemed very timid.

"Thank you, little black cat."

Sigrid thanked it.

"……Meow meow."

The little black cat seemed to be reluctant to accept Ba Jiao's thanks. It just shrank its head, nodded, and stammered.

But somehow, it felt like Sigrid wasn't so scary now.

I don’t know if it’s because her voice has become weaker, or because the terrifying aura around her has become weaker.

"By the way, Sid, I want to tell you something."

Lanqi thought about it and said again.

"what?"

Sigrid asked.

"You seem to be locked in a sealing spell."

Lanci murmured uncertainly.

He had a slight sense of the spell that Asksun had used to severely injure Sigrid. It not only dealt Sigrid a fatal blow, but also almost locked her condition.

The wounds on Sigrid's back had burst open in many places, revealing traces of white bones. Every time her body tried to heal, there would be a slight popping sound. The wounds healed and split open again and again. It was impossible to imagine what kind of pain it was. The cat boss could only wrap it tightly with layers of bandages.

Even with her inhuman self-healing ability, she was still unable to recover.

This sealing technique is somewhat similar to the sealing magic [Immortal Punishment] that Lanqi obtained at the Temple Evil Dinner. After causing damage, it can prohibit the opponent from recovering from all injuries, or even making it impossible to remove them. It seems that Asksan had prepared it in advance and it was specially used to kill Sigrid, who has a strong regeneration ability.

If you want to remove it, I'm afraid only a ninth-level sealer who is stronger than Asksan can do it, or it can only be removed when the caster Asksan dies.

"..."

Sigrid fell silent after hearing this. She could also feel that she had not recovered any strength yet, as if she had been stuck in the final moment of death.

Now, perhaps she only needs a fifth or sixth level Silence Priest to come and give her a boost to kill her.

"Asksan and the guy in black robe are probably seriously injured. They are unlikely to chase us southward anytime soon."

Lanci added.

But the north was still a desolate territory, with communications blocked, making it impossible to pass messages to the imperial capital or other Tyrant branches in the south. The two of them were basically in an isolated and helpless state.

"What do we do now?"

Sigrid asked Lanci.

She roughly understood that the good news was that Lanqi had successfully escaped with her from the northern border province, and the black-robed man and the Bishop of Silence had been left behind by them.

But this does not mean that they can return to the imperial capital Helrom smoothly.

If they want to return to the imperial capital now, they will probably be blocked by the Nirvana branch all the way south. Even though Asksan is still hiding to recover from his injuries and is afraid that Lanqi may bomb him again, he does not worry about the lives of his men.

There must be countless minions of Silence ahead who will stop them from passing at all costs.

"Head south, back to the imperial capital, Helrom."

Lanqi just smiled lightly and said that he seemed to be enjoying every step of the journey, and not a single day was wasted along the way.

"..."

Sigrid had never imagined that she would also be on the run, with no sign of the future.

This is how it feels now that she has lost the power that once made her feel at ease.

However, seeing that Lanqi was still so optimistic, she also let it go.

She had saved her life, and this journey through the thorny snow and wind seemed unexpectedly good. More importantly, with someone who had experienced life and death with her by her side, she did not feel that the road ahead was difficult at all.

"Son, you must protect me. I am just a fragile girl."

Sigrid smiled slightly and said to Lanqi.

Her current condition is probably even worse than that of Sid, who she disguised herself as before.

"I want to make it clear to you first. I am only your companion now. Although it is theoretically possible to save your life, I will not stop you from committing suicide. I know how to respect the fate of others. If I judge that you are going to do something that will kill you, I will no longer follow you."

Lanqi turned his head and looked at her, without any sympathy, and said with a smile.

"..."

Sigrid was still smiling, but her expression stopped changing dynamically for the moment, and she bit her lips as if she was trying to hold back her anger.

She seemed to have heard this sentence before.

"And when I judge that the enemy is much stronger than me, I will make reasonable judgments as a fourth-level sealer. For example, I will choose to escape when it is time to escape, and I will choose whether to sell you or take you with me."