Don't confiscate my citizenship

However, perhaps due to the turbulent times, for the ideals of love and peace, and the Protoss Empire he deeply loved, he gradually updated the outline of the action plan, until now it has slightly deviated from the original.

But he never forgot his original intention and his academic belief was firm, and his ultimate goal was to observe the [Original Stone Tablet-Seal].

He doesn't want to be a cardinal or anything like that.

I will never become a cardinal of the Church of the Resurrection in this lifetime.

"..."

The Son of Nirvana was silent for a long time.

He didn't know whether the young man was serious or just teasing him.

When talking with the Holy Son of Tyrant, I always have the feeling that he thinks I have a very low IQ, as if he looks down on me from the bottom of his heart.

"Give me your secret that even Asksan is afraid of, and I won't let you die in such a painful way."

Agnello said coldly that he didn't plan to communicate with these two people any more.

"Of course, I also have plenty of ways to make you beg me to give it to you willingly."

"..."

Lanqi just smiled slightly when he heard this.

"Son of Annihilation, Agnello, I will not bully you. I swear in the name of the goddess that as long as you can run to the Snowfield Province before the sun rises completely, I will not kill you."

Lanqi raised his left hand and pointed to the south, as if giving Agnello the last bit of leniency.

"My lady goddess..."

Agnello smiled at Lanqi's provocation.

"Only those fools in the Church of the Goddess of Destiny would talk about the goddess all the time."

Do you think that if you confess to the goddess now, she will be able to save you?

When Agnello raised his head again, his eyes had lost all patience!

This pretentious attitude made him very dissatisfied. The attitude of the superior Saint Son of Tyrant, which had never moved him, made the Saint Son of Extinction want to twist his neck off!

The magic energy emanating from the distant sky became stronger and stronger, causing the surrounding snowflakes to tremble.

Thick black clouds gathered in the sky. Attracted by the magic power, the black clouds quickly spun and condensed into a vortex. Shocking waves emanated from it, making the air around it become unusually heavy.

Agnello stretched out his hand, and a dark red magic mark appeared in his palm, which kept expanding, absorbing all the light and energy around it like a black hole. Between this world, all sounds and colors were swallowed up by this magic mark, leaving only dead silence.

Ranch and Sigrid, who were standing far away, could hardly feel their own existence in this magic storm. Everything around them became blurred and even their vision was slowly being swallowed up. This attack might not kill them, but it would definitely make both of them extremely painful and completely lose the ability to resist.

"ended."

Agnello said coldly, and the magic mark in his hand released a huge black beam of light, which rushed straight into the sky. The beam bloomed in the air, forming a dark magic circle, which enveloped the sky above Lanqi and Sid.

Then, dark grey magic power flew out from the magic circle and transformed into diffused light rain. They descended from the sky towards Lanqi and Sid, intending to completely seal them into sculptures.

Even Sigrid knew that whether or not she could avoid this attack depended on her Son.

During this life-and-death moment, she became exceptionally calm.

She looked closely at Lanqi, his figure reflected in her pupils.

There was only a hint of apology in Lanqi's helpless smile.

It seemed that when the truly decisive moment came, it would be difficult to explain too much to her, and I hoped that she would not be frightened later.

However, at this moment, West Germany was not panicked at all.

Her purple eyes, which shone like the surface of water, were particularly relieved and gentle. She reached forward and grasped Lanqi's sleeve. Her lips moved slightly as if to tell him that she had experienced life and death with him once, and she would have no complaints even if she died with him this time, so she believed him.

Time seemed to speed up at this moment, and tremendous magical power surged towards the two of them, falling from the sky and covering their figures!

The vast snowy area covered with dark gray snow suddenly erupted in silence with a shocking roar. The sound was like a thousand thunders, deafening. In an instant, the entire snowy area was awakened and all things trembled.

"Hahaha."

Just as Agnello sneered and looked at the moment when everything was submerged in the distance.

next second.

The entire snowy area was shrouded in a sudden strong wind, and it began to tremble as if the world was about to end!

The gale started out as a tiny whirlwind, but in an instant it became a storm powerful enough to tear apart everything.

Under the violent wind magic, all sealing magic, including the gray line of space left by Agnello before, became like fragile pieces of paper in front of it and were easily blown away!

The sun rises in the snowy region, like the roar of a sacred dragon.

The majestic light that strikes the soul directly interprets the great power that constitutes all things in the world. The glory of the Age of Gods is performed on him. He drives the flow of clouds and changes the appearance of the sky. The power that penetrates the clouds is the unique breath of wind. The wind blows gently on the earth, and the snowflakes stop in an instant and rise against the sky!

In legends from ancient times to the present, the God of Wind controls the direction of the wind. His voice can be a gentle whisper or a thunderous decree.

And the figure standing in the center of the storm is none other than the god who controls the wind!

He looked at Agnello with compassion, sympathy, and a hint of regret.

It's the signal that the game is over.

"Ah...ah..."

Agnello's spell suddenly stopped, his lips and teeth trembled, and his face turned pale in an instant from joy. The thick panic in his suddenly contracted pupils was like a black cloud, obscuring his reason and courage, and making his previous calmness and confidence disappear.

Indescribable fear filled every limb of Agnello, the Son of Annihilation.

He didn't understand why the High Priest Loren appeared here, and even disguised himself as the Son of Tyrant to deceive everyone! !

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Chapter 347 Who is Lanqi?

At the same time, on the horizon of the snowfield, the first ray of sunlight finally broke through the silence of the night.

The figure with black hair and green eyes stood with his back to the sun, and the brilliant light seemed to shine because of him, coating the ends of his hair with a layer of glory, flowing like gold and silver, and fluttering in the breeze.

The pure golden light gradually spread across the earth behind him, as if to dispel all the darkness, dyeing the blue-gray sky into red and orange, and covering the cold snowy area with a layer of dazzling coat.

Lanqi looked at Agnello with such calm eyes, as if he had never considered a mere Son of Annihilation as an opponent.

That was the look in the eyes of God when he looked down upon the tiny human being. He might have seen him, or he might not have seen him at all.

All the sixth-level sealing magic seemed as illusory as bubbles under the power of the seventh-level wind magic and [Original Slate-Wind].

On the other side, the confidence and pride that were once on Agnello's face were now replaced by fear and panic. His eyes, as deep as the sea, were wide open. His original calm aura, which seemed to be in control of the ups and downs, had already collapsed the moment Lanci used the power of [Original Slate-Wind].

The chill running down his spine made Agnello twist his body, no longer caring about anything, and run backwards.

Before his body began to feel weak and cold, his instinct was to run away.

This kind of fear is not only an instinct when facing an invincible enemy, but also because he knows too many secrets, which are about to crush the insignificant him!

Even if he was the Son of Nirvana, it was not shameful to run away when facing a bishop-level high priest! !

His frantically beating heart told him that fortunately the other party was the most chaste high priest of the Church of the Goddess of Destiny, and would not do such a thing as bullying the weak! Otherwise, Loren would have personally wiped out the son and daughter of the Bishop of Destruction.

And if people of their status go to great lengths to kill the Holy Son or Holy Maiden with their own hands, it will only cause the Cardinal to start hunting low-level priests madly and even more unscrupulously.

This is also the balance and compromise that Loren chose to some extent!

But this doesn't mean that if I stay in front of Loren, he won't kill me at will. After all, it was he who took the initiative to get in front of Loren.

Agnello's hand, the hand that once powered the sealing technique, was now trembling. Without waiting or stopping, he turned around at almost the fastest speed. Every step seemed so heavy. He wanted to trample all the fear under his feet and escape from this horrible snowfield.

The surrounding snow was blown away by him, leaving a unique trace on the snowfield, like the tail of a loser falling off when he escapes.

His deep footprints were left in the snow. They were carried up by the wind with the roar of the air current and soon turned into afterimages and flew away into the distance. The strength of the wind and waves was enough to prove how much he wanted to get away from this place at the moment.

for a long time.

"..."

Ranchi, who was in the distance, looked at the direction where the Son of Annihilation fled in panic until he completely disappeared, and smiled faintly.

Even without his previous promise, the Son of Nirvana would definitely choose to escape to the Snowfield Province.

The only place with a communication terminal within the nearest distance is the Snowfield Province, which Agnello can borrow to contact other places.

Although the communication terminals in the Snowfield Province are now blocked by the Imperial Army, Bishop Asksan of Annihilation must have given the Son of Annihilation Agnello the authority to unlock them, so that he can be entrusted with the important task of blocking the Catholic Church.

Unfortunately, Ranci also has the authority to prevent the Son of Nirvana, Agnello, from ever having the chance to touch the communication terminal.

"What awaits bad students is a never-ending fate and a message that cannot be delivered."

Lanqi looked at the snowfield to the south and whispered to himself.

No one knew what he was going to do next, but the relaxed state in which he finished his work might mean that everything was over now.

Until dozens of seconds later, the Son of Nirvana completely disappeared in the distance on the horizon.

Sid stared at the young man beside him with wide eyes, still holding his sleeve.

She knew that the spell that helped her avoid the explosion in Bandera City was exactly this [Roar of the Storm Dragon], which should be the pink sacred self-selected reward that Lanqi received during the monthly assessment day of the Protoss Royal Magic Academy.

At that time, she was seriously injured and almost unconscious, and she did not feel the power of [Original Slate-Wind] at all.

As an orange epic-level [Original Slate], the blessing and divine power it bestows on the corresponding magical attributes cannot be removed!

There should be only one person in this world who possesses the power of [Original Slate-Wind].

That is Loren, the high priest of the Church of the Goddess of Destiny in the southern continent.

Sid's mind was in a mess, and he didn't know who the Holy Son in front of him was.

Lanqi raised his hand and smiled, indicating to Sid that he was not an enemy.

"..."

Sid was stunned for a long time because of surprise. It was not until he met Lanqi's emerald green pupils that the chaos in his purple eyes finally calmed down.

"Tell me slowly. I will listen to your explanation. I still trust you."

Her expression returned to seriousness and she spoke in a steady voice.

There are thousands of ways to express gratitude, and not letting down is the best one.

"..."