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There is nothing wrong with the health of this high priest.
The problem is it's too strong.
If you don't lock and detect it carefully and accurately, you won't be able to find out that it is actually an eighth-level puppet.
What was Asksan's intention in bringing an eighth-level puppet into the arena and hiding it in the seat of the Grand Priest of Silence?
This is clearly a life-and-death duel, so there is no right to leave such a dangerous part of the force outside the Death Arena, threatening the safety of the Imperials like a time bomb at all times.
The great sage Isis stood up and took action immediately, blocking the eighth-level puppet with several layers of light curtains and trapping it inside.
No matter what the puppet's specific function is, we will have to wait until Asksan finishes the Fatal Arena before asking him to explain the purpose of the puppet outside the arena.
The whole audience was shocked. No one knew what had happened in the seats of the Silent Branch that caused the great sage Isis, who had never taken action before, to suddenly take action herself with a serious look on her face.
Asksan's clone struggled, but found that he could not move at this moment and had no chance to get close to Rocky McCarthy.
He stared at Rocky McCarthy with a look of doubt.
Are you a fucking elementary school student? The first thing you think of is to raise your hand and tell the teacher?
Asksan felt his heart was collapsing. Just now he might have had the opportunity to make a choice, but in the blink of an eye, even that option was taken away from him!
Facing the gaze of Asksan's clone.
"..."
Lanqi covered his slightly open mouth, as if he had figured something out.
He looked with surprise at the motionless figure of the high priest in the beam of light, and then looked at the Bishop of Annihilation Asksan in the arena.
That expression of disbelief seemed to be saying, Oh my God, Mr. Asksan, you dare to let me win in a life-and-death duel.
"Ah..."
Asksan was going crazy.
In the arena barrier, Asksan couldn't even be sure whether Rocky McCarthy had really discovered him and was deliberately messing with his mentality, or whether this man was just too kind, caring for others and couldn't let go of anyone who needed help!
Either way, Asksan felt so sick that he almost exploded.
I might as well have exploded with him just now!
"ROCKY MCCARTHY!!!"
Asksan screamed miserably.
At this moment he finally understood who his opponent was.
He no longer had the time to focus his mind and magic on the puppet and had to fight with all his strength.
The only way is to kill Sigrid!!
He seemed to have entered a frenzy, willing to break through the defenses of the three great demons and attack Sigrid at all costs and at any risk of injury!
Any head-on collision between the two sides at this moment will surely be a matter of life and death!
The three great demons seemed a little hard to resist for a moment, could the wizard also go berserk?
"Asksan, do you remember? He said that the next time we meet, it will be the time to take back your original stone tablet. Now that you have met him, it is time to fulfill his words."
Behind the three demons, Sigrid stood up and said as she looked at the approaching Asksan from a distance.
She was not afraid of Asksan at all, but looked at the last magic card in her hand with a smile.
At this moment, her smile did not seem to be because her long-cherished wish was finally about to be fulfilled, but because she had forced her mortal enemy Asksan, whom she had not been able to defeat for many years, into a desperate situation.
She simply felt happy just using the Son of God's things.
“This is the power he lent me.”
Sigrid raised her palm, her calm eyes seemed to have written off all the grudges with Asksun. There was no hostility or fighting spirit in her voice, but rather a little bit of relief and boasting, as if throwing out a petal, gently letting the orange epic free.
The last demon, and the only summon of Ranchi that can actually be triggered by someone else.
Franklin Hall's most peaceful moments.
As if the clouds were clearing away to reveal the sun, ripples of light were cast on the glass dome of the Protoss Capitol.
Where the sunlight was focused, orange wings fluttered, and a demon girl had landed in the desperate arena.
It was a long moment that seemed like eternity had arrived.
Her red dress fell like rose petals, and she appeared in the Death Arena with a captivating floral scent.
"Being an absolute strong person, and the loneliness that comes with it, teaches you to love——"
The poet of great love's voice was like an explosive hum that made time flow again and resounded in the hall.
Suddenly, an unimaginable storm brewed in the Death Arena, as if the dream and reality were about to be overturned and reversed!
Asksan's state suddenly became insane. He felt his vision flickering while he was unconscious. He felt like he had slammed into a wall. Stars kept appearing in his eyes. He almost fainted and was unable to regain consciousness.
After experiencing repeated mental breakdowns, any ordinary low-level creature would have already exceeded the killing line of the great poet of love.
But at this moment, even if the poet of great love did not need to detonate Asksan's cardiovascular system, just controlling Asksan for a while would determine his defeat.
The three great demons took Asksan's head in an instant.
Blood mist splattered, and in the dim light and shadow, only a headless corpse was left, falling to the ground.
At the same time, the deep purple lightning disappeared along the barrier as if retreating, and the Death Arena dissipated in the wind and regained its color.
At this moment, an overwhelming pressure burst out from Sigrid's body, like a long-suppressed volcano erupting, causing all the imperial dignitaries sitting in the seats to tremble from the bottom of their souls.
After surviving a life-threatening disaster, she finally broke through the bottleneck that had been unbreakable before.
One step closer to the ninth level.
Anyone in Franklin Hall could be sure that at this moment, Sigrid the Tyrant was even more powerful than Asksan the Bishop of Annihilation and Amiles the Bishop of Mourning.
In the distance, a thin and small ancient stone carving board fell from Asksan's body. Its streamlined edges and faint magical patterns seemed to be telling a story of tens of millions of years.
On the intricate and mysterious magic spells, the tiny spirals are like the traces of stars across the night sky, brilliant and secretive, striking directly at the soul. Even if the world were to be annihilated, it would not be able to erase the wisdom and deep power that were closely related to the Book of Genesis.
This legendary artifact is at the pinnacle of epic magic cards - [Original Slate - Seal]!
Everyone who saw the stone slab couldn't help but swallow.
The original slate is so valuable that it cannot be described. It is a supreme equipment that even an eighth-rank warrior would risk his life to fight for!
However, in this Franklin Hall, no one dared to rob.
Everyone just held their breath and watched Sigrid walk over, pick it up and put it away.
She raised her head and looked around Franklin Hall, while also looking at the broadcast camera of Helrom Broadcasting Corporation.
In the imperial capital of Helrom, her beautiful face is now reflected on all the giant screens in the city.
Her eyes were like violets blooming in spring, overbearing and unyielding.
That look seemed to be telling everyone that [Original Slate-Seal] would be hers from now on, and anyone who had their eyes on this slate could just come to her.
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Chapter 478 Sigrid's Reckoning
Proteus Capitol Building, rd floor, Franklin Hall.
In seven minutes and twenty-five seconds, Sigrid killed Asksan with overwhelming power.
Long after the decisive blow, the entire parliament hall remained in deep silence, and then, sounds of astonishment swept the entire space.
The nobles and ministers fixed their gazes on the center of the meeting room, with disbelief written all over their faces.
No one expected that the Catholic Basque could put an end to this cardinal's life-and-death battle in such a powerful way in just a few minutes.
It was originally thought that Bishop Silent would take the initiative to challenge the Catholic Church with an attitude of being the only one in power, and would press the Catholic Church step by step to start an unprecedented war in which both sides would have to pay a tragic price. However, the situation took a sudden turn for the worse and one of the sides was chopped into pieces in the blink of an eye.
Maybe the Catholic Church hasn't used its full strength yet.
Because Tyrant Catholic, who was known as the strongest physique in the Northern Continent, never threw a single punch from beginning to end.
There were muffled whispers in the council hall as everyone tried to digest this shocking outcome.
Many of the imperial nobles showed awe on their faces and began to re-evaluate the strength of the Catholic Tyrant Sigrid.
Her own unused combat power alone was particularly terrifying, and coupled with the three demon summons, it seemed that Asksan was not on the same level as her from the very beginning.
It is hard to imagine that these two cardinals were once powerful warriors who were rivals and could not determine the winner after fighting each other several times.
Another group of dignitaries seemed worried and uneasy. They were afraid that the overly powerful Catholic Sigrid would become more uncontrollable and dangerous as an ally.
The dust of the battle had settled, but the dangerous atmosphere still permeated Franklin Hall and no one dared to move rashly.
Sigrid glanced at the archpriests of the Tyrant branch.
"!"
Led by his direct soldier Gloria, the Archpriest Tyrant acted swiftly, collecting all traces of the battlefield, putting Asksan's body and other non-epic cards that had not been dug out of his body into the body bag, and cleaning the floor of the hall.
The whole process took only seconds.
Not only was the smell of blood eliminated by the air purification spell, but even the floor became translucent and glowing, as if Bishop Asksan of Annihilation had never come to this world.
The imperial dignitaries sitting in the Franklin Hall twitched their eyes slightly as they looked at the professional and efficient appearance of the Archpriest Tyrant.
The Resurrection Church is indeed the Resurrection Church, and they are not at all sloppy when it comes to doing their old business.
At the same time, there was deep fear in the eyes of the Grand Priest of Annihilation. Everything was over and he was sitting on pins and needles.
As Sigrid returned to the front of the Archbishop's Seat of the Tyrant Branch, the noise in the council hall slowly subsided.
It is reasonable for her to have the ownership of the spoils won by the Catholic Church in the desperate battle within the Resurrection Church. After all, the Great Sage Isis chose to agree with the form of the Bishop's desperate battle in the beginning in order to exempt the Empire from responsibility and intervention.
At this moment, even if there were greedy nobles who wanted to try to claim that Asksan's inheritance should be handled by the empire, they did not dare to speak in person.
Although everyone's mood has not yet fully recovered from the outcome of the fatal battle, the normal process of the parliament must continue.
"Now that the problems within the Resurrection Church have been resolved, we can resume the normal process and proceed with the next bishop election."
The Great Sage Isis was still sitting cross-legged on the high-backed chair, looking ungainly, but her voice pierced through the hall, even louder than the majesty of Emperor Protoss.
Isis' words gave the imperial people present a sense of security.