sday morning, at six o'clock, Lance, Huberian, and Frey returned to school together after breakfast. The three then walked along the wide road of the academy to the dormitory building of the Wise Man'...Chapter 334: Lanchana is truly a Saint-exterminator.

The winds and snow continued to rage in the north of the empire.

Under the darkening sky, with the addition of another High-Rank eighth-tier Bishop to the fray, the northern border fortress of Bandel City was accelerating towards its destruction, suffering from increasingly devastating earthquakes.

Beyond the city walls, mountains, giant trees, even those lakes normally frozen solid, were all thrown into disarray by this war.

The city walls crumbled, ancient towers toppled, and roads lay in disarray. The once-thriving sculptures and squares of Bandara City were reduced to nothing, leaving only tormented souls unable to reach the heavens, imprisoned within this ruined city steeped in blood debts and sin, transformed into a stage for tragedy.

In Bandar City, the upper strata of the pillar crumbled and sank in concentric circles. The entire suspended ground gradually formed a huge pit, with sharp rocks and crumbling walls at its edge, as if it were the entrance to hell's gate.

The central pit of the battlefield grew even more intense, a swirling vortex of dark magic. A mixture of gray and black twisted the surrounding air, emitting a suffocating aura of death.

On the battlefield where three mighty figures clashed, thick clouds descended incessantly, disturbed by some immense energy. They coagulated into eerie shapes, occasionally accompanied by thunderous roars like the wrath of the heavens.

Every time Sigrid fought Askr and the Black Robed One, the lower terrain would be scarred with massive craters from their clashing energies. As the battle raged on, even the Subterranean Pillar began to crumble.

Sigrid's silver radiance possessed the power to tear through anything, and Asksand and the Dark Robe Man's inexhaustible reserves of frigid magic would clash, creating lines of demarcation between light and darkness with every encounter.

I don't know how long the battle has been going on.

Faced with this state, even Askshan and the Black Robed Man dared not be careless when they joined forces, carefully blocking her attacks.

Asksang's vision is very clear.

It wasn't just Sigrid who was injured. Unlike her with her monstrously bottomless vitality, the cloaked man targeted by Sigrid clearly suffered significant damage every time she caught him.

Today, even if Asksand and the Black Robe could quickly kill Sigrid here, they would also pay a price.

After a long few minutes, Sigrid successfully moved the battlefield dozens of meters away from the immobile abyssal behemoth.

Her fighting strategy was clearly to get away from the Abyssal Black Worm.

But even if the hooded man makes a mistake and gets hit by her, he will never let Sigrid move the battlefield or give her a chance to escape.

Askan also the same.

He was well aware of Siegfried's magical immunity; ordinary control magic had little effect on her. Only this powerful suppression magic could effectively restrict her movements!

In the smoke of battle, a fierce wind swept through, and three figures flashed across briefly.

Once proud Asksan, now with his dark grey cloak tattered and torn, his eyes no longer held the sharp intensity of before. It seemed the brief battle had drained him greatly, yet his face remained cold, a hint of mockery playing upon his lips. A thin trickle of blood seeped from a wound on his face, unable to conceal his wicked grin.

And the Black Robe's flickering figure remained like a ghost, its mysterious black robe torn in parts. His face was still shrouded tightly by black mist, but the blood he coughed up represented that he wasn't feeling well after receiving Sigrid's hatred. The black chains he wielded no longer radiated that domineering obsidian glow, beginning to dim.

However, their injuries were nothing compared to Sigrid's.

Her once silver-glowing body was now marred with fatal wounds. Her long hair dripped with blood, and her originally bright purple eyes seemed dull and sluggish. She gasped for breath, her aura weakening with every passing moment, making it seem like she could collapse at any time.

Siegfried glanced at the distant horizon, in his heart he roughly understood that in this desperate battle today, he was probably beyond saving.

After her demise, even the Holy Child couldn't hope to escape from these two enemies.

Perhaps she still had a chance to unleash one final devastating blow, critically injuring one of them.

But the Abyssal Worm greatly hindered her freedom of movement. Under the siege laid by Asksar and the Black Robes, it was incredibly difficult for her to hit anyone.

She never showed reverence to any deities throughout her life, neither the goddess of fate nor the Life Goddess venerated by their Resurrection Church.

So, as expected, I've been defeated by luck this time.

"Siegfried, you're so hard to kill."

Asksan's eyes didn't know whether it was bidding farewell to this old enemy, or enjoying the unimaginable pleasure of finally being able to kill this nemesis.

As Siegfried drew close, the cloaked figure whipped up the dust in the air with his dark gray magic, forming a miniature vortex. The stones around her crumbled instantly into fine powder.

"! "

Siegfried felt the intense surge of magical energy, knowing that even though Askshan played it nonchalantly, he had been relentlessly looking for an opportunity to eliminate her from the beginning.

Even though she dodged Asksang's killing moves with all her might, Sigrid was still struck by the black-robed man's trailing chains and slammed into the ground.

"Haha!"

Asksan laughed, mocking Sigrid's stubborn resistance. In their presence, she was destined to be nothing more than a pitiful toy.

Under the black chains, the smoke dispersed.

Siegfried's figure vanished.

At some point, she used one of her few teleportation spells, diving towards the hooded figure.

Although she knew her last stand probably wouldn't succeed, she didn't have many other options left now.

At this moment, there is only the choice to cast oneself into death in order to survive, and to be placed in the jaws of death only to rise again!

"…"

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The hooded man had anticipated and prepared for this. With a flick of his sleeve, a massive black chain shot towards Sigrid as if it had foreseen her every move.

She tried to dodge, but the chain was always there, instantly wrapping around her arms and waist. Her body jolted, struggling desperately to break free, but the harder she fought, the tighter it held.

At this time, Asksan had completed his new round of magical preparations.

He pointed his finger westward, toward where Sigrid stood. Hundreds of magic circles materialized across the ground, nearly enough to blanket the entire ruins of Bandral City. The icy glow emanating from them threatened to freeze everything in its path.

Siegfried felt an unprecedented sense of crisis, tightly bound by chains and unable to move.

"Whew..."

She took a deep breath, as if in her final sigh. A silvery light once again flared on her body, brighter than ever before. This was her last stand, no matter what. The life force within her ignited all at once in an instant, transforming into a blazing silver flame.

Flames raged on the chains, burning with the intent to melt them. A flicker of surprise crossed the robed figure's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a sense of certainty.—

Siegfried finally, was forced to make a desperate gamble.

Regardless of how powerful Sieglinde's outburst was, she had reached her limit. With them prepared, neither he nor Askshan were nearly likely to be hit by her!

However.

Just as both sides were about to erupt.

In the distance, a sliver of silver pierced the space-time void like a meteor, landing on the edge of the abyssal black worm.

By the time Sigrid had moved as far from the battlefield as she could, the Abyssal Worms were already a considerable distance away from both Askos and the Black Robes!

The infiltrator, who had been observing the situation for a long time, finally seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and arrived here.

After the silver figurine put down Lance, it stood alone by the abyssal black worm. This kind of heavy pressure scared the cat boss, making him have difficulty breathing and heart pain.

Lance's gaze was unwavering, his target clear. The apocalyptic energy fluctuations and deafening roars at the center of the battlefield seemed irrelevant to him.

His eyes were only on this eight-tier epic summoning that even Sieglinde struggled with.

"Chirp—"

The circular abyssal worm in mid-air, is a constantly expanding warp rift on this battlefield. The air around it is filled with a chillingly empty atmosphere that not only causes discomfort but also a bone-deep coldness. It feels as if behind it lies a realm of oblivion that humanity has never seen nor could ever imagine.

Lanche's footsteps sounded like they were walking on a swamp, and as he got closer, all the densely packed eyes on the abyssal black worm stared at Lanche.

In its perception, Ranchi was nothing more than a negligible little bug, not even worthy of being considered an invader.

But Lance didn't care about the eerie aura and menacing malice emanating from the Abyssal Worms. His eyes were only filled with love.

On the other side of the battlefield.

Siegfried's mouth also curved into a barely perceptible hint of satisfaction.

She knew her holy son was not a coward. He could remain calm and composed even in such moments, to fight alongside her in their final stand against the enemy.

..."

Seeing that Sigrid's 【Aura Golem】 has returned, Asksan and the Dark Robe reached a combat consensus in an instant. They only need to focus on the nearly defeated Sigrid, not being distracted by any feints or strategies, leaving Sigrid vulnerable!

There's no one who would worry about a being like the Abyssal Black Worm, an eighth-tier epic summoned creature, being affected by a mere Overlord Saint Child and their [Psychic Puppet] using magic or items.

To get rid of the Abyssal Black Worms without paying a terrible price, only top-tier sealers like Askasan can do it!

Even if it were a Sixth-Rank Nirvana Saint, there wouldn't be the slightest chance of sealing an Eighth-Rank Epic Summoning Creature. Compared to the Abyssal Black Worms, mortals below Seventh Rank appear pitifully insignificant.

Beneath the Abyssal Worm.

Lanche's raised hand displayed a glimmer of light, a small magical item emitting an otherworldly glow.

It was an orange, translucent card, but not the usual solid kind. The entire card looked ethereal and insubstantial, somewhere between physical and non-physical. Magic runes flowed across it like the beating of a heart, flickering with an unsteady glow. It trembled slightly, as if out of sync with the frequency of this world.

Until Ranchi let go of it.

The magic card also grew increasingly brighter, unlike any ordinary magic card, it resembled several intertwined spirals, emitting an ancient and mysterious aura.

The liberated magic card shattered into a spiral, each piece separating and forming a massive vortex. The surrounding light was warped, drawn in, and torn apart until it accelerated and stabilized, carving an opening within the vortex. At last, its true form was revealed: a colossal wolf.

Crimson runes, appearing and circulating like temporal rifts, dance upon that pitch-black, abyssal form.

In this dim, shattered city's depths, it blossoms with the red veins of creation, each one pulsing, breathing, a rift into another dimension.

For the changes happening on the Abyssal Black Worm's border, the Dark Robes and Asksans only had disdain in their eyes.

Although I can't identify it right now and don't have the time or energy to try, an insignificant ant-like Heavenly Son wouldn't pose much of a threat.

The next second.

When the wolf's claws slammed onto the abyssal worm's body, the previously motionless abyssal worm let out a deafening, ear-splitting shriek that echoed through the heavens.

"!"

Asksan and the Black Robed Man almost turned their heads at the same time, a hint of shock in their eyes.

They had never felt such pain and fear from the Abyssal Horrors!

Only Lanchi knew the capabilities of this fusion wolf.

Nuclear Fusion Wolf

Category: Summon Card

Grade: Orange Epic

[Class: 4]

On hit, this attack seals summoned creatures and equipment back into their card states, consuming them for 10 seconds. Cooldown: 10 minutes.This attack can trigger a powerful explosion. The explosion is unaffected by any magical cards and chains all consumed cards together. The explosion's power is influenced by the number, rank, and level of all consumed cards. Magical cards cannot be used again for 30 days after the explosion.

Note: I am now Death, the destroyer of worlds.

The Abyssal Worm struggled, trying to escape, but after being successfully hunted by the Fusion Wolf, it was like an ant facing an elephant. The Fusion Wolf opened its mouth, and the Black Worm was forcibly twisted and sealed, transforming into a magic card flickering with electric cocoons!

As the fusion wolf swallowed it whole, the Abyssal Worm's shriek and the cacophony of noise were utterly silenced on this battlefield.

The sense of oppression on Sigrid vanished in an instant, and she seemed to be astonished by Ranchi's ability to directly and briefly erase the 【Abyssal Worm】 from the battlefield.

At this moment, the situation on the battlefield changed instantly!

And at this moment, like a puppeteer raising his hands, Lance, full of satisfaction, turned towards the other side of the battlefield and displayed the Grand Sealing Jutsu, as if telling Asksan and the cloaked man: "I am the ultimate exorcist."

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