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"Look, this magic is so bright."
"Indeed, but Wang also told us that if you use seventh-level or higher magic as fireworks or light shows within the city limits of his hometown, you will have to pay a heavy fine even if it does not cause public damage. One time, a friend of his who was both his teacher and friend was fined a lot of money by the city hall for forcibly dismantling the barrier to stop a campus competition that went wrong."
"Then his friend is quite amazing. By the way, how could a campus sports event get into such an accident?"
"The king didn't say."
Sigrid did nothing but sat on the chair and watched Asksan being chased by two eighth-level epic demons in the distance, and occasionally chatted with the demons around her.
On the other side, Asksan was beaten up by three great demons. Even if he was so angry that he wanted to call Sigrid shameless, he had no time to vent his emotions.
All his anger turned into a ferocious smile.
Because at this moment, Sigrid thought she had won the victory, but in fact she didn't know what would happen next!
Outside the Death Arena, on the right side of the parliament hall, on the seat of the Archbishop of Annihilation.
A figure seemed to be concentrating on watching the fierce battle that broke out in the center of the hall.
Amid the tense and expectant atmosphere in the hall, the behavior of the great priest of annihilation seemed even more secretive and profound.
All his mental calculations were hidden behind this desperate battle, waiting for the right moment to show his killer move.
Asksan's clone who stayed outside the field kept his eyes wandering to the upper area on the left side of Franklin Hall opposite.
There sat the southern nobles of the House of Lords.
Although it was a little difficult to divide his attention to his clone outside the battlefield, Asksan was already certain that the magical aura was somewhere around him.
In the vast Franklin Hall, the magical fluctuations of the suspects are analyzed one by one, and sooner or later the Son of Tyrant will be screened out based on the magical characteristics.
Based on inference.
Asksan believed that the most likely possibility for the Son of Tyrant was a minor noble.
He is more likely to be in the House of Lords than in the House of Commons.
Secondly, the probability of the Holy Son of Tyrant appearing in the southern aristocratic circle is the highest, followed by the eastern, and finally the northern aristocracy.
So we should start looking among the nobles in the south.
It will take a little more time, just to hold back those three demons on the battlefield for a while.
Foolish Sigrid and her three demon hawks had no idea what was about to happen.
The moment he finds the Holy Son of Tyrant, it will be the moment when he turns the tide and makes Sigrid regret her whole life!
In the Death Arena, rich gray magic power kept flashing around Asksan's body, condensing into sealing runes. Under his control, he switched from an offensive to a defensive counterattack, trying his best to resist the siege of the three demons.
However, the three demons fought in an extremely cunning and cruel way, like hunters in the dark, they attacked Asksan from all angles.
The solid barrier of the barrier demon, the sharp blade of the cutting demon, the endless darkness of the abyss demon, each round of organized and disciplined offensive is consuming Asksan's physical strength and magic power.
They are obviously living beings, not summoned creatures!
The summoned creatures had already come to fight him desperately.
And these three demons didn't want to exchange their lives for his, they just wanted to wear him out to death without any injury.
Unfortunately, this is a bad move!
The battle continued, and the barrier was filled with thick smoke and sporadic flames like a foundry. Asksan's body was covered with scars, but there was fire burning in his eyes.
After several clashes, Asksan suddenly enlarged the range of his sealing technique. Several sealing arrays instantly overlapped around him, forming a huge disc-shaped barrier.
When the demons' attacks hit the barrier, the runes on the barrier reacted like living things, absorbing and transforming the attacks and reflecting them back at the demons.
The reflective power of the barrier is extremely strong, even the three demons feel alert. Rather than breaking it by force, it might be better to wait for the barrier to weaken naturally.
Under the command of the central demon, the offensive of the three demons turned to preparation and control, no longer as wild and unrestrained as before.
At this point, this life-and-death battle has already reached a white-hot stage, and every collision between the two sides may determine the outcome in the next moment.
This was the crucial defensive sealing technique that Asksan finally used, which could only buy him a few seconds to concentrate on staying out of the field.
His clone, who remained on the seat of the Archbishop of Annihilation outside the arena, had a frown on his face.
its not right.
How come the magic frequencies of the seats in the Southern and Tyrant branches across the way don't match at all?
The eastern side was also screened, because the seats of the nobles and parliamentarians in the east were far apart, so there were few suspects.
Could it be that the guy is actually hiding in the northern seats?
And vaguely.
Asksan always felt that the Son of Tyrant was closer to him than he thought.
It feels like your body is itchy but you can't pinpoint exactly where it itches. Every time you scratch it, the spot is off by a little bit, as if you got it completely wrong.
The more he thought about it, the more anxious he became, causing Asksan's clone's arms to tremble.
at this time.
Asksan's clone felt a magical aura, as if it was a silk thread draped over his body.
The frequency of this magic power is exactly the Holy Son of Tyrant that he is looking for!
For the weak, even just a glance at the strong will produce fluctuations of magical power, which will lead to the strong's counter-detection.
Asksan, an eighth-level mage who is extremely sensitive to magic, can instantly detect the subtle change in magic just now.
It was as if the Holy Son of Tyrant, for some unknown reason, took the initiative to observe himself!
Good fellow, you actually dare to walk into the trap, right? !
Although he didn't know why the Son of Tyrant wanted to explore him at this moment, Asksan was very sure that he was the only one who could feel the rough and immature fluctuations of magic power, and the other party was not aware of it at all - this secret observation had been noticed by him, Asksan!
The Holy Son of Tyrant is right behind him.
Finally, I found you!
Asksan grinned, a cruel smile on his lips, the expression of a hunter who discovered the weakness of his prey.
He turned his head slowly.
He noticed a pair of emerald green eyes staring at him.
That confused and concerned look seemed to be asking, Sir, are you feeling unwell?
this moment.
Asksan's clone's eyes widened.
Because the person he saw was——
Rocky McCarthy! !
Chapter 477: The Original Stone Seal Finally Obtained
Given Rocky McCarthy's current reputation in the Protoss Empire, if anyone wanted to assassinate him, they would not be able to leave Helrom today.
Asksan felt that his mentality completely exploded at this moment.
The real body in the fatal barrier almost fell to the ground, and the big demon took the opportunity to kill him.
In the hall, his clone and Rocky McCarthy, who was sitting in the seat, looked at each other.
This closest distance is called untouchable.
The confident and complacent smile on Asksan's clone's face froze, as if he couldn't believe the scene before him.
Who dares to get close to this conspicuous bag for no reason!
And why, why is Rocky McCarthy the Son of Tyrant!?
Shouldn’t Rocky McCarthy be his own honorary priest as well as his own supporter?
Clearly, no matter who tried to test Rocky McCarthy before, he said that he would support Bishop Annihilation. Is all this fake?
It turns out that the bastard who blew himself up with a wolf in the Northern Border Province was the powerful man who was standing at the highest point of the imperial capital Helrom, glaringly and shadowing like a powerless mortal!
In the Death Arena, Asksan's expression changed from astonishment to confusion and rage.
His brows twisted, the corners of his mouth began to tremble, accompanied by a momentary loss of voice, followed by an outburst of uncontrollable emotions.
Asksan's mental breakdown obviously distorted his operations in the Death Arena.
The three phantom demons, without using any innate magic, still inflicted several fatal injuries on Asksan!
The weight of reality made Asksan's body extremely heavy. He fought stubbornly, as if his survival and fighting instincts made him distance himself again.
He tried hard to control his emotions and keep them as calm as possible.
Now we have to consider whether to take Rocky McCarthy hostage.
There is a chance of defeating these three demons, but it is not high.
But since he has held Rocky McCarthy hostage, he will definitely lose the bishop election, and there is a high probability that he will not be able to leave Helrom today. The worst that can happen is that he will die together with Rocky McCarthy!
No matter how I think about it or what I choose, I feel like life is worse than death!!
Outside the Death Arena at the same time.
Lower level seating on the right side of Franklin Hall.
Lanqi's eyes were filled with worry. He had noticed the high priest sitting on the seat of the Silent Branch before.
From the beginning, the high priest seemed a little restless. Everyone else was concentrating on watching the fight, but he alone looked like he was looking for someone.
Maybe others can't discover it, but Lanqi can, because he has a heart that always cares about others.
Now that his eyes met with the great priest of Silence, Lanqi finally understood.
"Great Sage, there is a gentleman here who looks like he needs help. Can you please check if he is okay?"
Lanqi quickly raised his hand and signaled to the great sage Isis in the distance.
Asksan's clone, who was originally struggling to consider a strategic decision, suddenly felt locked by a magical force.
"..."
The monarch sat beside her, and Isis frowned, noticing something was wrong.