NOVPUBThe snow and wind continue to harry the northern territories of the empire.
Under the gloom of a dark day, with the aid of another eighth-order champion bishop, the northern border fortress Bandera City accelerates its experience of disastrous earthquakes.
The mountain ranges, giant trees, and even the lakes usually frozen outside the city, have all become turbulent under the influence of this chaotic battle.
City gates are shattered, ancient towers crumbled, roads tangled, and the once-prosperous sculptures and plazas of Bandera City have vanished. The only things left are tormented souls unable to reach the heavens, locked in this city filled with blood debts and sinful deeds. It has become a stage for tragedy.
Layers of Bandera City’s stone pillars are collapsing down in a circle, while the entire floating ground gradually forms a huge pit. The edge is filled with sharp rocks and ruinous debris, like the entrance to the underworld itself.
The deadly fight in the middle of the pit intensifies, a rolling magic storm of deep darkness. The weaving of gray and black makes the surrounding air start to distort, exuding a suffocating scent of death.
On the battlefield where three superpowers collide, the dense cloud layer constantly descends, affected by some immense energy. It condenses into bizarre shapes, occasionally booming with the thunderous rage of the gods.
Every time Sigrid clashes with Asksan and the man in the black robe, the lower terrain forms a massive pit due to their energy collision. With the progression of the fight, even the base stone pillar layer begins to collapse.
Sigrid’s silver glow has the power to rip through everything, while Asksan and the man in the black robe’s inexhaustible chilly magic power. Every collision creates a boundary between light and dark.
No one knows how long the fight has been ongoing.
Even facing Sigrid in this state, Asksan and the man in the black robe dare not be careless as they cautiously block her attacks.
Asksan’s vision is very clear.
Not only Sigrid is injured, unlike her monstrous endless vitality, the black-robed man who has been targeted by Sigrid suffers significant damage each time she catches him.
If Asksan and the man in the black robe can quickly kill Sigrid today, they will also pay some price.
After several long minutes, Sigrid managed to shift the battlefield dozens of meters away from the immovable abyssal giant worm.
Her fight strategy is obviously to get away from the abyss black worm.
But even if the black-robed man is hit, he will not give Sigrid the chance to move the battlefield, or give her any chance to escape.
Asksan is no different.
For Sigrid’s magic immunity, he is too clear, general control magic can hardly work on her, only this kind of strong suppression can effectively restrict her movements!
In the midst of the battle, a bitter wind sweeps through the smoke and dust, the three fast-moving figures briefly materialize. n𝚘vp𝚞𝚋.com
Asksan, who was once arrogant, is now in tattered deep gray clothes. His eyes are no longer as sharp as before, seemingly exhausted in this brief battle. But his face is still cold, with a hint of joking expression. The wounds on his face, seeping with blood, cannot hide his malicious grin.
Meanwhile, the black-robed man’s flickering figure is still ghost-like. His mysterious black robe has partially torn, his face still shrouded tightly in black fog, only the blood he coughs out indicates that he is not having a good time dealing with Sigrid’s wrath. The black chains in his hand no longer radiate their domineering black jade glow and are starting to dim.
However, their wounds were nothing compared to Sigrid’s.
Her once silver-glowing body is now covered with fatal wounds, with blood dripping from her hair. Her bright purple eyes also appear sluggish, her breath is hurried, and the aura radiating from her body is rapidly weakening. It would not surprise anyone if she falls at any moment.
Sigrid glanced at the distant sky and realized that she probably couldn’t turn the tables in this fight for survival.
After her death, the Saint Heir has no hope of escaping from these two enemies.
Perhaps she still has a chance to use her last full force attack to seriously injure one of them.
But with that abyss black worm greatly restricting her movement, it would be incredibly difficult for her to land a hit on either of them under Asksan and the black-robed man’s joint blocks.
In her life, she never worshipped any gods, whether it was the Goddess of Destiny or the Goddess of Life that their Rebirth Church worshipped.
So, she indeed lost to luck today.
"Sigrid, you are indeed hard to kill."
Asksan’s gaze was either bidding farewell to this old rival or savoring some unimaginable pleasure of finally being close to killing this sworn enemy.
Taking the opportunity when Sigrid was closing in on the man in the black robe, the dust in the air was pulled into a mini vortex by his deep gray magic power, and the rocks around her were directly turned into countless dust.
"!"
Sigrid felt that strong magic fluctuation and knew that even if Asksan seemed to dismiss it, he was always wholeheartedly looking for an opportunity to annihilate her from the start.
Even though she exerted every effort to avoid Asksan’s killing move, Sigrid was still thrown onto the ground by the black chain sent by the black-robed man.
"Hahaha."
Asksan laughed, mocking Sigrid’s desperate resistance. In front of them, she was destined to be just a pitiful toy.
Under the black chain, the smoke clears.
But Sigrid’s figure was nowhere to be seen.
At some point, she used one of her rare instantaneous movement magics and dived towards the man in the black robe.
