Sigrid's instincts were still sharp, and he felt the strangeness spreading in the air, and immediately grabbed Ranchi's arm, dragging him and jumping away, just in time to dodge a sharp cut of sealing magic.

Like a wall of dark ash, the spell rose rapidly from the ground, splitting it apart, revealing deep soil beneath the ice.

The moment the two of them were about to land, time seemed to be stretched again, and purple halos suddenly appeared at the edge of the space.

Unlike the previous time, the caster had already anticipated their movements.

The sealed area formed a vast transparent cage, and the invisible magic trapped Ranchi and Sigrid into chains that bound them to their legs, making it impossible for them to move.

In the distance, a dark gray figure stood there in the snow, his palm raised, his fingers slightly bent, and he could control the entire snowy area in his hands at any time.

He looked at the sealed Ranch and Sigrid, and the corners of his mouth showed a hint of kindness, as if he was watching two rats that he had caught.

Sid stared coldly in that direction, and the sudden encounter made her feel like a great enemy.

"It's an honor for me to play against the Catholic Church."

The other party's voice echoed on this snowy field, and the death knell sounded,

"It's a pity that I didn't expect you to be so downtrodden today that you would rely on such a weak Tyrant Saint Son."

"Anello ......"

Sid's voice carried a hint of pent-up resentment.

The Son of Silence had already found them.

But he didn't show up for a long time, and kept using the archpriest to consume and test the hole cards of Ranch and West Germany.

He didn't want the other Great Priests of Annihilation who were following him to know that he was the one who would kill the Tyranny Catholic today, nor did he want anyone to know that the [Primordial Slab-Foundation] would fall into his hands today.

Now wait until dawn, the Catholic Church has weakened, and he has finally come out.

The impending dawn on the snowy field was harshly pressed the pause button, and the battle was on the verge of breaking out in the dim snow.

Although Sigrid used purification magic to break free at the first moment, grabbed Ranchi and began to run away again, Anello behind them slowly raised his hand, each knuckle seemed to contain powerful magical power, and the cold gray magic in the air became more and more intense.

The snow began to crack all around, each crack as if it had been cut open by an invisible knife, and the end of the snow seemed to become a huge magic circle.

Then, the cracks began to glow, and a gray black mist rose into the sky, sealing the entire snowy field in front of Sigrid and Rankie's eyes, covering them heavily.

When Sigrid's figure flickered and appeared on the other side, another magical barrier, and a powerful spiritual oppression, firmly locked them again.

At this point, even Sigrid understood that she and Ranchi were no match for Anello at all, and it was difficult to escape from the calm and calm Son of Annihilation, not to mention fighting against him.

Anello approached slowly, his footsteps silent on the snow.

He kept a certain distance, staring at Sigrid who was still resisting, with a transcendent indifference in his eyes, focusing his magic on his fingertips, and the air in the direction he was pointing at was gradually distorted, forming a deep gray crack, and the objects he devoured seemed to be crushed in an instant.

Gray lines further block Sigrid and Ranch's range of movement in space.

This magic Sigrid is all too familiar.

Consistent with the magic that Asquethan had used against her during the Battle of Bandera on the Northern Frontier.

If you accidentally touch those gray lines that look like cracks in the air, they will cause them to expand rapidly, staggering and bursting.

And with the current state of her and Lanchi, she couldn't eat a large trigger-type damage magic from Anello at the top of the sixth order.

If triggered, both she and Ranchi will die.

"Ugh."

Sigrid felt exhaustion and weakness welling up in her hands and feet, and could only look at Lanchi.

Chased all the way, she had already done her best, and with the moon disappearing, it was now difficult for even the High Priest to deal with.

If her Holy Son can't win the Silent Son, then the two of them will have to confess here today.

"Is he the Son of Silence, Anello?"

Ranch confirmed to West Germany.

"That's him."

Sid was convinced that this was the Son of Silence who had killed his own holy daughter.

It's just that out of her identity, she won't be able to afford to play as an eighth-order cardinal, and she violated the agreement between cardinals and went to hunt down a holy son on the table.

"Are you sure I won't kill you?"

Seeing that the Holy Son of Deception was still chatting with the Overlord Catholic, the corners of Anello's mouth rarely showed a slight curvature.

He had never seen such a downcast cardinal, and such a weak Son of the Church.

Of course, he has also seen the so-called sealing technique of the Deceptive Holy Son, this guy is indeed a bit special, but correspondingly, the restrictions are also great, and after chasing and fleeing all the way, the mana should be almost consumed.

However, he really didn't plan to kill the two here, but would first capture them back and lock them up in a place that no one knew.

The Son of Deception can show himself to the public after his value is exhausted, and dominate the Catholic ......

Just thinking about it, the corners of Anello's mouth finally couldn't hold back the slightly sickly satisfaction he had.

"Catholicism, you know? Your saint is really good. ”

Anello gently held his chin, looked at Sigrid in the distance, and said jokingly,

"It's a pity that you didn't see her desperately resisting, but she couldn't even kill herself...... Later, she was quickly played with and failed to give birth to the child in her womb. Originally, I didn't dare let you know about these things, for fear that you would go crazy and come after me......"

"But I didn't expect that not only the Holy Maiden of the Tyranny, but one day I could even enjoy the Catholic Church."

His eyes were full of obsession and intoxication, and he made no secret of his greed for the cardinal's treasures and his desire to desecrate them.

In the future, he no longer has to fear the retaliation of the Catholic Church, and he can even take advantage of this golden opportunity to capture the Catholic Church here!

And by killing Houba Catholicism with his own hands, he can become the new cardinal, and this bizarre, tailor-made, and indestructible bishopric certificate alone can be an opportunity for him to break through to the seventh order.

Everything was so perfect!

Anello couldn't help but savor the rare happiness in life at this moment.

Afar.

“……”

Sigrid remained silent, shadows clinging to her face and hair obscuring her eyes, she was not moved or lost her cool by Anello's words, but her fingers trembled slightly, and the back of her hand throbbed.

Anello simply watched with satisfaction the powerless Catholic Catholic who had lost his power at the moment, expecting her impotent rage.

Until a moment passed.

"The Son ......"

She whispered to Lanch beside her.

"Huh?"

Rankie's ears moved half a minute closer to her.

"Do you have a way to put him to death?"

There was a hint of terror in her subtle voice, as if it was the ultimate anger in powerlessness.

“…… No, I'm going to touch him with my love. ”

Ranch vetoed.

“……”

When West Germany heard this, he should have been quite disappointed.

But from the mouth of her Son, the taste of this very Virgin's speech changed.

According to her understanding of her own holy son, once she occupies the moral high ground, this living Hades will definitely be able to do something more excessive than capital punishment!

Sure enough, her Son is the best at all times.

(End of chapter)