NOVPUBMeanwhile, on the horizon of the snowy plains, the first beam of sunlight finally pierced the quietness of the night.
With his back faced toward the sun, the figure with black hair and green eyes stood out. The radiant light seemed to shine because of him, painting a layer of brilliance on the tips of his hair, sparkling like gold and silver, elegantly fluttering in the breeze.
The pure golden light gradually illuminated the earth behind him, like it was dispelling the night, turning the gray sky into a painting of red and orange, dressed the icy snowfield with a dazzling coat.
With a glance, Lanci’s demeanor towards Anello remained calm, as if he never took a Saint of Nirvana as an opponent—
It was the gaze of a god condescendingly watching insignificant mortals; maybe he saw him, maybe he didn’t notice him at all.
All sixth-order Sealing Magic appears as illusory as froth under the power of seventh-order Wind Magic and the [Original Slabstone Tablet-Wind].
On the other side, fear and panic replaced the confidence and arrogance that Anello once had. His deep as the sea eyes widened in shock, his originally calm demeanor that seemed to control everything crumbled the moment Lanci used the [Original Slabstone Tablet-Wind].
The coldness from his spine forced Anello to turn around, no longer caring about anything else, and began to rush towards the rear.
Before his body began to turn cold, his instincts chose to escape.
This kind of fear is not only the dread when facing an invincible enemy, but also because he knew too many secrets that were about to crush him!
Even if he is the Saint of Nirvana, it’s not shameful to run in front of the High Priest.!
His wildly beating heart kept reminding him, it was fortunate that the opponent is the purest High Priest of the Church of the Goddess of Destiny, who would not stoop so low as to bully the weak! Otherwise, Loren would have been sent to personally eliminate the heirs and saintess of the Bishop of Destruction.
If the upper echelons like them went to great lengths to personally kill the heirs and saintess, it would only lead to the Cardinals Bishop mercilessly and relentlessly hunting down low-order priests.
This is a type of balance and compromise Chosen by Loren to some extent!
But this does not mean that if he stayed in front of Loren, he would not casually erase him. After all, he proactively attacked Loren.
Anello’s hands, which had once commanded Sealing Magic, were trembling continuously, He almost turned around at the fastest speed without waiting or stopping. Each step was so heavy, he wanted to stomp on all the fear and escape this horrifying snowfield.
Surrounding snow was kicked up by him, leaving a unique mark on the snowfield, like a tail dropped by a fleeing loser.
His deep footprints were left in the snow. With the roaring of the wind, they quickly became afterimages and flew to the distance. The intensity of the wind at this moment was enough to witness how desperately he wanted to leave this place.
After a long time.
"..."
Lanci stared at the direction where the Saint of Nirvana was leaving until he completely disappeared, a faint smile appeared on his face.
Even without his prior commitment, the Saint of Nirvana would certainly choose to escape to Xue Yuan Province.
The nearest telecommunications terminal was in Xue Yuan Province. Anello could borrow it and make contact with other places.
The telecommunications terminal in Xue Yuan Province was now under imperial military blockade, but Bishop of Nirvana Asksan would certainly give the Saint of Nirvana Anello the permission to unlock it, so that he could trust and entrust his all-important task of intercepting the Bishop of Hegemony’s plots.
Unfortunately, Lanci also had the rights to make sure that Saint of Nirvana Anello’s never had a chance to touch the terminal.
"The bad student will be greeted with an endless fate and untransmitted messages."
Lanci quietly murmured, looking at the snowy plains to the south.
No one knows what he plans to do next, but his relaxed state after finishing work might indicate that everything is over now.
Until the Saint of Nirvana completely disappeared on the horizon for several tens of seconds later.
Skider’s eyes widened in disbelief as she looked at the young man next to her, her hand clutching his sleeve still not letting go.
She knew that the spell that had just spared them from the explosion in Bandera City was [Roaring of the Storm Dragon], which should be the Pink Holy prize Lanci had won during the monthly assessment day at the Protoss Royal Magic Academy.
She, who was seriously injured and almost unconscious at the time, hadn’t experienced the power of the [Original Slabstone Tablet-Wind] at all.
As the Orange Epic [Original Slabstone Tablet], the effect and Divine radiance it gives to the corresponding attribute magic were irreversible!
The only person in this world who has the power of the [Original Slabstone Tablet-Wind] should be one person.
That would be the High Priest Loren of the Church of the Goddess of Destiny in the South Continent.
Sikder’s mind was in chaos, unsure of who the saint before his eyes really was.
Lanci raised his hand and smiled, indicating to Sikder that he was not an enemy.
"..."
Sikder was taken aback for a long time due to surprise, not until his gaze met Lanci’s emerald pupils, the confusion in his purple eyes finally slowly subsided,
"You take your time, I’ll listen to your explanations, my trust in you remains."
Her expression returned to seriousness, her voice said flatly.
There are a million forms of gratitude, but the best is to not let the other one down.
"..."
Lanci was slightly taken aback, then also revealed a heartfelt smile, as if thanking her for trusting him that much.
However, before Lanci could continue speaking with Sikder.
"Wha, why does using my [Roaring of the Storm Dragon] this time have the special effect of [Original Slabstone Tablet-Wind]?! "
Cat boss crawled out from the shadow, unbelievably clinging onto Lanci’s clothes and asking him.
It looked at Lanci puzzled for a long time.
Lanci just smiled without saying a word, his finger drawing the shape of a stone tablet in the air.
"...Meow?"
At this moment, Cat Boss also remembered that Lanci had asked it to remove [Fake Stone Tablet-Wind] last time in Bandera City.
After that, it has been wearing it all the time, and Lanci also stressed that it must wear the [Fake Stone Tablet-Wind] when using [Roaring of the Storm Dragon] in the future.
Isn’t this just a skill skin?
So it can actually imitate the entire special effect of Loren’s [Original Slabstone Tablet-Wind]?!
And according to the common sense of people in the North Continent, the one who owns the [Original Slabstone Tablet-Wind] is Loren!
"Yes, Cat Boss, just as you thought."
Lanci nodded, he thought Cat Boss probably already figured it out himself.
"...Meow."
Cat Boss suddenly looked tearful.
When it thought that it had actually helped Lanci impersonate High Priest Loren, after today, High Priest Loren would probably even spawn some "joined the Rebirth Church when he came to the North Continent" and other such century scandals, it felt itself unforgivable.
The happiest thing about coming to the North Continent was Lanci giving it a Seventh-order Pink Holy Magic Card, it turned out that as soon as it received the [Roaring of the Storm Dragon], the cost has already been decided.
After returning to the Capital of Hutton Ekrite, it would never dare to see the kind High Priest again!
Lady Goddess, I am guilty meow!!!
"So you, even the [Original Slabstone Tablet], can be forged?"
Sikder finally let go of Lanci’s sleeve, clasped her arms around her chest, after listening to the exchange between Lanci and the Little Black Cat for a while, she basically also figured out what had happened.
The corner of her mouth inadvertently hooked up a trace of playful smile.
Her own Saint Heir is truly a fascinating character, previously she did think that his Magical Engineering level was not bad and his artistic attainments was superb, she did not expect that he could actually pirate an [Imitation Stone Tablet].
The points in his favor seem to have gotten a little uncountable, however, each one of them seems to be quite in line with her preferences.
