NOVPUB"The Great High Priest seems quite confident, even now he’s still willing to chat with me for a moment," Perlman said, standing at a distance from him.
The immaculate Great High Priest could not fully exert his power to harm the innocents of the Poson Demon World at this moment.
He would inevitably be restrained in a battle within the city.
As for Perlman, all he needed to do was to hold the Great High Priest off at this moment. Once South Bank of Huadu was under control, even the Great High Priest would no longer be able to change anything.
"The battle between you and me will surely involve the innocent. Instead of fighting with you in this state, I’d rather replace the fight with idle talk until your time has passed, and then I’ll subdue you."
Lanci simply shook his head, indicating a ceasefire.
"..."
Perlman sensed something off, the gathering of the pitch-black psychic power slowing down.
It should have suited Perlman’s purpose that the Great High Priest was willing to waste time with him.
However, when the enemy’s actions benefit oneself, and one’s own actions also seem to benefit the enemy, it is often not a mutual rush but a sure sign that one party has fallen into a trap.
"Wait a second, Great High Priest, are you actually unable to go all out?"
Perlman felt increasingly that something was wrong and began to abandon long-range combat, closing the distance with Loren.
The immunity field he had encountered, although wind-attribute and at least eighth-order, and even carrying the special effects of the Original Slabs of wind, but he felt the magic power triggering the field was a bit too weak.
The originally poised Loren, who seemed like he wouldn’t move a step, saw Perlman ready to make a move and also acted without hesitation.
"You’re giving Luda a run for his money!"
Lanci ran off on the spot.
Even Perlman stood stunned for two seconds.
"..."
The Great High Priest ran away?
"As expected..."
Perlman’s forehead began to tremble with veins.
He had been played.
The other party almost didn’t pay any price to force his hand, and even fooled him for nearly a minute.
This guy was most likely not Loren but an impersonator.
Suddenly, Perlman seemed to realize who this person was.
Nigel has always had a mysterious companion named Rocky McCarthy, resembling a man who appeared out of thin air in the Poseen Kingdom in recent days. Even Perlman couldn’t uncover his background, only knowing that he was a scholar from the Northern Continent, employed by the Bathist family.
Rocky McCarthy was the only one who would suddenly appear here to help Nigel under these circumstances.
Considering their level of trust, the Secret Key that was supposed to be in Nigel’s hands was likely now entrusted to Rocky McCarthy!
Perlman looked in the direction Loren had disappeared, his facial expression changing from initial shock to anger.
His fists clenched tightly, his knuckles cracking as if he were crushing steel.
A rage unlike any he had ever felt boiled and rumbled like magma in Perlman’s chest.
"Rocky McCarthy, it just so happens I’ve been looking for you. I had planned to deal with you after Aitio..."
As his voice faded away, Perlman turned into a bolt of black lightning and darted towards the direction of the fake Loren’s escape.
Perlman weaved through the rain and flashes of lightning like the Death God.
His speed increased, and the tall buildings around him became blurred afterimages.
...
Lanci’s figure leapt and maneuvered through the forest of steel skyscrapers, much like an agile feline.
As he flew between the high-rises using Cat Boss’s psychic power, Lanci felt the pressure behind him growing closer and closer.
"Meow meow meow, did you really manage to impersonate the Great High Priest Loren?"
Cat Boss felt in the shadows that Lanci was becoming more and more excessive.
Before, he only imitated the Priest’s Stone Slabs; now, he was even mimicking his face.
"Don’t talk nonsense; this is called cosplay," Lanci seriously explained.
"Cosplay?" Cat Boss pondered.
"You cosplay what? Let’s see if the Great High Priest Loren will agree with you, meow!"
Ever since Lanci began to assume the guise of the Saint of Nirvana Anello in the Snowfield Province of the Protoss Empire, Cat Boss suspected that Lanci had a Magic Card that could transform him into Loren.
And indeed, he did.
You blasted cat, just how many [Transformation Magic: Human] cards have you made!
"He seems a bit angry," Lanci murmured, frowning.
He felt Perlman was coming straight through the walls, heading directly for him.
"Shouldn’t he be angry, meow?!"
Cat Boss was scared to death.
If it hadn’t been for Tata, it wouldn’t dare to continue being Lanci’s Cat Lun this time!
How much hatred this guy could attract seemed to be something he never factored in himself.
Perlman must have realized that this Loren was a suspected counterfeit, imitating the Original Stone Slab of wind in a very special way to disguise himself as the Great High Priest Loren.
And that he had almost effortlessly lured out Perlman’s ultimate move!
How could he not be furious!
...
In the original center of the battlefield, Aitio watched Perlman leaving and, though she should have relaxed quite a lot, felt as if her sense of security was like a towering building on the verge of collapse, at any time ready to come crashing down.
Having exhausted all her strength and magic to barely freeze Nigel, who was slightly rational and constantly trying to stop attacking her, in a mountain of ice, she thought she had the situation under control and that dawn was near.
The bad feeling in her heart, unfortunately, proved to be right.
When she saw Loren running away, it was as if she had been struck by thunder, leading to her breakdown.
Indeed, this Loren was not quite right.
Even if Perlman had temporarily gone berserk and become stronger, with Loren’s power he should have been able to suppress him; there was no need to run away so vilely, messing with Perlman’s mentality, which was much like the fighting method of the Cardinal Bishops of the Rebirth Church.
