In Franklin Hall on the top floor of the Capitol, the deep purple magic of the Desperate Arena slices every inch of air.

The eyes of the deputies, nobles, and powerful ministers were locked on the center of the Protos Congress, the place where the deadly showdown was about to be staged.

The Kamidai characters are constantly reassembled on the surface of the mid-air barrier, and even if no one can translate them, they can understand their meaning through the glow that hits the soul directly—the numbers in the countdown.

The sound inside the arena and the outside world was completely blocked, and when the final preparation time of more than ten seconds was over, the battle to the death began.

On the right side of the barrier, the tall figure under the dark gray coat gives people an eerie and unusual feeling, as if he is not the same as the world to which ordinary people belong.

When Askesan, who is in a combat-ready posture, stands there, the invisible magic on his body can make ordinary people feel humbled and helpless, and all the sense of stability will tremble because of him.

"With just a month of preparation, can you change your life? Sigrid, you have what it takes to let your Son help you take down the Protos Empire. ”

Asquesan smiled and looked at his palm, not knowing which way to kill Sigrid.

If Sigrid and the Son of Deception were given a chance to lie dormant for ten or twenty years, maybe they would still have hope of turning the tables around.

But time is just too short.

There is a limit to the speed of growth and evolution, which is a common sense that cannot be violated in the world.

Just like it is impossible for a student to become a principal overnight, it is impossible for anyone to erode the behemoth of the Protos Empire in a short period of time in a single day!

"Asquesan, to be honest, this is the only time I'll be grateful to you, because without your bridging, I really can't find such a peerless good man."

Dressed in silver-white dress armor, Sigrid stood on this vast battlefield, unflinching in the face of the final battle against his mortal enemy, Asquesan.

She was tall, her long light-colored hair scattered like a waterfall on the steel armor, as pure as a silver moon.

More than ten seconds passed in a flash.

Finally, as the words of the gods emitted an increasingly intense glow, the circular space of hundreds of square meters, paved with translucent rock-like magical products, became as hard as steel under the influence of the evidence of the ancient god bishop.

Between the two of them, the air intertwined with electricity and light could almost be heard as a tense sound.

As everyone in the room breathed, every heartbeat became heavier and heavier around the arena.

In this enclosed space, the decisive battle between the two cardinals was immediately detonated!

Asquesan's form almost turned into a shadow under his dark gray coat, his knuckles twisted slightly, and he chanted an ancient and obscure incantation, and the entire arena was instantly enveloped in ominous fluctuations.

The dark gray vine branches and leaves quietly bloomed from his palm, and quickly spread, forming a huge blockade barrier around Sigrid, not only trapping Sigrid, but more importantly, it began to shrink continuously, as if isolating her in an inescapable void, and then strangled!

This made Isis, the great sage outside the arena, frown slightly.

According to previous information, when Bishop Askesang encounters against the overlord Catholic Sigrid, he will first find a way to distance himself, ensure himself absolute safe space, and constantly set traps to block her freedom of movement to prevent Sigrid's surprise attack and outburst.

And now, Asquesan's style of play can be said to be steady and aggressive, and he uses controlled continuous damage to catch Sigrid first, while also testing Sigrid's moves.

On the battlefield, as Asquesan's sealing barrier shrinks rapidly, Sigrid's situation looks more and more critical.

According to the strength of the original domination of Catholicism, it is possible to break through head-on and forcibly tear the vines, or dodge before the enchantment is formed, but now Sigrid's momentum is obviously very weak, making people not feel the oppression of being a Valkyrie at all, but like a lamb to the slaughter.

Many of the spectators leaned forward, feeling the tension of this scene.

It seems that Asquesan is true, if Sigrid loses his strength, the two cardinals will probably split the victory in an instant.

If Sigrid has any hole cards, they must be used now.

I saw that Sigrid really didn't swing her invincible fist to shatter everything as usual.

Instead, he held a few golden orange magic cards, and the lines on them were flowing with mysterious totems, as if he had predicted Asquesan's opening method.

"Sigrid, I knew you were going to use summon cards instead, use them!"

Askesan finally laughed wildly when he saw this, and he waited for Sigrid to use the wolf to try to kill him with him, knocking out the life-saving cards of both sides.

That wolf needs to swallow as many summons as possible in order to exert its maximum power.

If you don't need a wolf, you can use a wolf - this dark gray vine has a counter-damage and immunity effect, even if the wolf is on Sigrid and detonates at this moment, no matter how many life-saving spells and equipment there are, it will die due to multiple damage.

He had already predicted Sigrid's prediction!

No matter how rebellious the Son of the Heavenly Saint is, it is impossible to give Sigrid something more rebellious than that wolf!

At the moment when Sigrid was about to lose in the opening game, Sigrid still did not burst out with any Valkyrie power.

Her aura was still sluggish, and she couldn't see the appearance of the Valkyrie at all, and the enchantment was rapidly squeezing, and she looked like her defeat was decided.

But at this moment, the magic card thrown in Sigrid's hand finally dissipated with the wind.

The three orange cards, like the brightest stars in the night sky, gradually form points of light and totems.

Immediately, the Desperate Arena roared and the wind roared!

The orange light blinded and turned into the first rays of dawn, and the ancient contract was awakened, and the darkness gave birth to unparalleled power.

The heavy beating of drums echoed through the Desperate Arena, as if beating on everyone's heart.

In the storm of black fog and thunder, three figures descended.

In the black mist, they looked like creatures and phantoms, and their bodies were incomparably tall and terrifying, except for the gaze that looked at Asquesan with exceptional clarity, full of contempt and banter.

Evil with the same.

They are evils from a purer source.

"Hehehehehe, is our opponent this human?"

"It's better to cut him into as many portions as possible."

"I heard you're cold-blooded, cruel, and evil?"

Under the demonic power, the dark gray vines gradually shattered until they completely collapsed.

Askesan's eighth-order spell, in the face of the power of these three demons, was as easy as a weak layer of ice.

Everyone present was stunned and looked inside the Desperate Arena in disbelief.

Including Asquesan.

As a fellow mage, he could deeply feel the magic of those three epic demons.

If he is still in his prime, he can still fight.

But at this moment, the magic card he was carrying was completely a combination of countermeasures used against Sigrid of things, and there were still unhealed injuries on his body.

The terrifying figures of the three demons reflected in his eyes became extremely terrifying.

Earlier in the northern snowfield, when he encountered that unreasonable wolf, Askesang already wanted to curse.

Now that guy can't act anymore, he directly stuffed three eighth-order epic demons for Sigrid, which is far from the world's greatest spectrum!

"Son of the Heavenly Lord, I'm you, you, ——!!!"

Asquesan, the Bishop of Annihilation, who never expressed his inner feelings and didn't know what love was, has finally learned to think about the mood of a person who wants to die.

(End of chapter)