NOVPUBGiven Rocky McCarthy’s current reputation in the Protoss Empire, anyone who tried to assassinate him today would undoubtedly not make it out of Herram alive.
At this moment, Asksan felt as though his mind was going to explode.
In the desperate enchantment, his real body almost fell to the ground, almost giving the Great Demon Clan an opportunity to kill him.
In the hall, his avatar and Rocky McCarthy, who was seated, gazed at each other.
The distance between them, known as untouchable.
The confident and triumphant smile on Asksan’s avatar’s face froze as if he couldn’t believe the scene before him.
Who would dare to approach this conspicuous package!
And why, why would Rocky McCarthy be the Saint of Hegemony!?
Isn’t Rocky McCarthy supposed to be his honorary priest and also his supporter?
Previously everyone who had tried to probe Rocky McCarthy, he always said that he would support Bishop of Nirvana, were all these lies?
So the scoundrel who attacked him with a wolf in the North Border Province is this great power sitting on the highest point of the imperial capital, Herram, just like an unarmed ordinary man!
In the desperate arena, Asksan’s expression changed from surprise to confusion and rage.
His brows twisted, and the corners of his mouth began to tremble. He lost his voice for a moment, which was immediately followed by an uncontrollable emotional outburst.
The collapse of Asksan’s mentality evidently distorted his operations in the desperate arena.
The Three Illusion Demons didn’t even need to use any innate magic to inflict several fatal wounds on Asksan!
The pressure of reality made Asksan’s body incredibly heavy. He resisted stubbornly, as if his instinct to survive and fight was keeping him at a distance.
He tried hard to control his feelings and keep them as calm as possible.
Now he had to think - whether to take Rocky McCarthy hostage.
Chances of defeating these three demons exist, but they are slim.
However, if he took Rocky McCarthy hostage, he is sure to lose the bishopric election and probably wouldn’t be able to get out of Herram today, at most, he could only die together with Rocky McCarthy!
No matter how he thought about it, no matter which option he chose, he felt it was better to be dead!!
Meanwhile, outside the desperate arena.
Lower seating area on the right of Franklin Hall.
Lanci looked worried, he had noticed this grand priest of the Nirvana branch for a while now.
From the very beginning, this grand priest seemed a bit restless as if he was looking for someone while everyone else was focused on the fight.
Maybe other people didn’t notice, but Lanci did, because he always cared about others.
Now meeting this grand priest’s gaze, Lanci finally understood.
"Grand Sage, there is a gentleman here who seems to need help, could you please help me check on him."
Lanci quickly raised his hand, signaling the Grand Sage Isis in the distance.
The avatar of Asksan, who was originally considering his strategy, suddenly felt targeted by magic power.
"..."
Near the monarch’s seat, Isis noticed something wrong.
There is nothing wrong with this grand priest’s body.
The problem is that he is too powerful.
Without carefully targeting and investigating him, one wouldn’t notice that he is an eighth-order puppet.
Why did Asksan bring an eighth-order puppet to the field only to hide it in the grand priest’s seating area of the Nirvana branch? What is he up to?
This is supposed to be a life or death duel; it is utterly irresponsible to leave such a dangerous force outside the desperate arena, posing a constant threat to the safety of the empire’s citizens like a time bomb.
The grand sage, Isis immediately took action, trapping this eighth-order puppet within several layers of light screens to ensure it cannot escape.
Whatever the puppet’s purpose, they would wait until Asksan had finished fighting in the desperate arena and then ask him to explain its purpose here.
Everyone was in shock, not knowing what had happened in the Nirvana where the grand priests were seated that caused the Grand Sage Isis, who had never taken action before, to suddenly act with such gravity.
Asksan’s avatar struggled, but at this point, he realized he couldn’t move, nor had any chance of approaching Rocky McCarthy.
He stared at Rocky McCarthy with a look of disbelief.
Are you a freaking elementary school student? The first thing you come up with is to raise your hand and tell the teacher?
Asksan felt as if his world was collapsing, a moment ago he might have had a choice, but now even that had been taken away from him!
In response to Asksan’s avatar’s gaze.
"..."
Lanci covered his slightly open mouth, seemingly realizing something.
He looked quite surprised as he looked at the grand priest trapped in the light pillar and then at the Bishop of Nirvana Asksan in the arena.
The incredulous expression seemed to say, "My God, Mr. Asksan, you dare to cheat in a life or death duel?"
"Ah..."
Asksan was going mad.
Within the arena’s enchantment, he can’t even be sure if Rocky McCarthy genuinely noticed him, intentionally messing with his mentality, or if this man was too altruistically kindhearted, with a heart that cared for others and couldn’t let go of anyone who needed help.
Either way, Asksan was so disgusted that he felt his head was about to explode.
He would’ve rather exploded along with him earlier!
"Rocky McCarthy!!!"
Asksan screamed shrilly.
At this moment, he finally realized who his opponent truly was.
He couldn’t afford to divide his focus and magic power on the puppet anymore. He must put up a full-fledged fight.
The only solution was to kill Sigrid!!
He seemed to have entered a berserk state, laying everything on the line at all costs and injuries, trying to break through the defensive line of the three great demons, and aiming at Sigrid!
Any direct collision at this moment would determine life and death.
The three great demons were feeling a bit overwhelmed. Is it possible for a mage to go berserk?
"Asksan, do you remember? He mentioned that the next time you meet, it would be the time to retrieve your Original Slabs. Now you have seen him, it’s time to fulfill that promise."
Behind the three great demons, Sigrid stood up and looked at the approaching Asksan.
She wasn’t afraid of Asksan at all. Instead, she was smiling, looking at the last magic card in her hand.
At this moment, her smile didn’t seem to be because of fulfilling her long-held desire to force her enduring undefeated adversary, Asksan, into a dead end.
She was simply happy to use the Saint Heir’s things.
"This is the power he lent me."
Sigrid raised her palm, with a calm and indifferent expression. It seemed as if her grievances with Asksan were wiped out with one stroke. Without any intentions of hostility or battle, she casually let this Orange Epic gain its freedom as if she were scattering petals.
The final demon, and the only summon that Lanci could activate through others.
The calmest moment in the Franklin Hall.
As if piercing through the clouds to see the sun, ripples of light were cast upon the glass dome of the Protoss Congress Building.
Where the sunlight was focused, orange wings scattered, and a demon girl had already set foot in the Desperate Arena.
That was an exasperatingly long moment as if eternity has arrived. 𝓃𝓸𝓿𝓹𝓾𝓫.𝓬ℴ𝓶
Her red skirt scattered like rose petals, bringing a captivating floral scent, appearing in the Desperate Arena.
"The absolute power which bred the solitude, the kind of love it taught you is—"
The voice of the Great Love Poet resonated throughout the hall, making time flow again.
All of a sudden, an unimaginable storm was brewing in the Desperate Arena, as if the boundaries between dreams and reality were about to overturn!
Asksan’s condition suddenly became berserk. He became mentally confused, with intermittent vision. It felt as if he had hit a wall hard. His eyes were seeing stars, and he almost fainted, unable to regain his senses.
After undergoing successive mental breakdowns, if it were any ordinary low-order beings, they would have already crossed the killer limit of the Great Love Poet.
But at this moment, even if the Great Love Poet didn’t need to explode Asksan’s cerebral blood vessels, just by moderately controlling Asksan for a while, his defeat would be final.
The three great demons have already claimed Asksan’s life in the blink of an eye.
Blood mist splattered, and amid the dimming light and shadows, only a headless corpse slumped to the ground.
At the same time, the deep purple lightning receded along with the enchantment, the Desperate Arena dispersed, and everything regained its color.
At this moment, an intimidating aura surged from Sigrid, which felt oppressive like a long-suppressed volcano ready to erupt. This made every noble in the audience feel a soul-deep shudder.
Having survived an ordeal, she finally broke through her previous insurmountable bottleneck.
She’s a step closer to the ninth order.
Anyone in the Franklin Hall could assure that at this moment, the Bishop of Hegemony, Sigrid, is stronger than the Bishop of Nirvana, Asksan, and the Mourning Bishop, Amiles.
In the distance, on Asksan’s corpse, a slim and delicately carved ancient stone floating plate fell. Its streamlined edges and faint magical patterns seemed to tell stories of millions of years.
The complex and mysterious magic runes’ tiny spirals seemed like the trail of a galaxy crossing the night’s sky. Brilliant and mysterious, directly hitting the soul, even if the world is destroyed, the wisdom and profound power, closely related to the Genesis Record, can’t be erased.
This legendary divine object is none other than the pinnacle of the Epic Magic Card—[Original Stone Tablet- Sealed]!
Every person who witnessed this slab couldn’t help but gulp.
The Original Slabs can’t be described by value. It’s a supreme treasure that an eight-order strongman would risk life for!
Yet, no one in the Franklin Hall dared to snatch it.
Everyone silently held their breath and concentrated, watching Sigrid go pick it up and put it away.
She raised her head, looked around at Franklin Hall, and at the Qerram Broadcasting Company’s broadcast camera, too.
The face of the Empire’s capital, Herram; at the moment, every city’s giant screen showed her stunning face.
The pair of eyes was domineering and unrelenting as if the blooming violets in spring.
Those eyes seemed to be telling everyone that from now on, the [Original Stone Tablet- Sealed] belonged to her. Anyone who has their eye on this slab can come find her.
