Don't confiscate my citizenship

In the Franklin Hall on the highest floor of the Capitol, the dark purple magical light of the Death Arena cut every inch of the air.

The eyes of the congressmen, nobles and powerful officials were all fixed on the center of the Protos Congress, where the fatal showdown was about to take place.

The characters of the Goddess are constantly reorganized on the surface of the mid-air barrier. Even if no one can translate them, they can understand their meaning through the light that directly strikes the soul - the numbers in the countdown.

The arena was completely shielded from the outside world. After the final preparation time of more than ten seconds was over, the battle to the death began.

On the right side of the barrier, the tall figure under the dark gray coat gives people a gloomy and unusual feeling, as if he belongs to a world different from that of ordinary people.

When Askesan stands there in a battle-ready posture, the invisible magic power on his body can make ordinary people feel humble and helpless, and all sense of stability will tremble because of him.

"With only one month of preparation time, can you change your destiny? Sigrid, if you have the ability, let your Holy Son help you bring down the Protos Empire."

Asksan smiled and looked at his palm, wondering which method to use to kill Sigrid.

If Sigrid and the Tyrant Son were given a chance to hibernate for ten or twenty years, maybe they would still have hope of making a comeback.

But the time is indeed too short.

There is a limit to the speed of growth and evolution. This is a common sense that cannot be violated in the world.

Just like a student cannot become a principal overnight, no one can erode the behemoth Protos Empire in a short period of time!

"Askesan, to be honest, this is the only time I will feel grateful to you, because without you to connect me, I really wouldn't be able to find such a wonderful man."

Sigrid, wearing a silver-white skirt and armor, stood on this vast battlefield, facing the final battle with her mortal enemy Asksan, without flinching.

She is tall and tall, with long light-colored hair scattered like a waterfall on the steel armor, as pure as the silver moon.

More than ten seconds passed in an instant.

Finally, as the divine writings emitted an intensifying glow, hundreds of square meters of circular space were filled with translucent rock-like magic products, which became as hard as steel under the influence of the ancient divine artifact Bishop's Certificate. .

Between the two of them, you could almost hear the tense sound in the air intertwined with electricity.

With every breath and heartbeat of everyone present, the atmosphere around the arena becomes heavier and heavier.

In this closed space, the decisive battle between the two cardinals exploded immediately!

Asksan's figure almost turned into a shadow under the dark gray coat. He twisted his finger joints slightly and recited ancient and obscure spells in his mouth. The entire Death Arena was instantly enveloped by ominous fluctuations.

The dark gray vine branches and leaves quietly bloomed from his palm and spread quickly, forming a huge blocking barrier around Sigrid. Not only did it trap Sigrid, but more importantly, it began to shrink continuously. , as if she was isolated in an inescapable void, and then strangled!

This made the great sage Isis outside the arena frown slightly.

According to past intelligence, when Bishop Asksan of Annihilation encounters the Overlord Sigrid, he will first find a way to distance himself, ensure an absolutely safe space for himself, and constantly set up traps to block her actions. Freedom from Sigrid's surprise attacks and outbursts.

But now - Askesan's style of play can be said to be steady but aggressive. He uses controlled continuous damage to catch Sigrid first, and at the same time he is also trying Sigrid's moves.

In the battlefield, as Askosan's sealing barrier rapidly shrank, Sigrid's situation looked increasingly critical.

According to the original strength of the Hegemon Catholic Church, it was possible to achieve whether it was a frontal breakthrough to forcefully tear the vines apart, or to dodge before the barrier was formed. However, Sigrid's aura is obviously very weak now, which is surprising. I don't feel the oppression of being a Valkyrie at all, but instead I feel like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Many spectators in the seats leaned forward and could feel the tension of this scene.

It seems that what Askosan said is indeed true. If Sigrid loses her power, the two cardinals may decide the winner in an instant.

If Sigrid has any trump cards, they must be used now.

It was seen that Sigrid did not wave her invincible fist to break everything as usual.

Instead, he held a few golden and orange magic cards, with mysterious totems flowing on them, as if he had predicted Askosan's opening method.

"Sigrid, I knew you were going to use the summoning card instead, use it quickly!"

Asksan finally laughed wildly when he saw this, and he waited for Sigrid to use wolf to try and die with him, destroying both sides' life-saving cards.

The wolf needs to swallow as many summons as possible to exert its maximum power.

Even if you don't use the wolf, you will die, but you can use the wolf - this dark gray vine has anti-injury and immune effects. Even if the wolf is on Sigrid and detonates at this moment, no matter how many life-saving spells and equipment are used, she will die from multiple injuries.

He had already predicted Sigrid's prediction!

No matter how heaven-defying the Holy Son of Tyrant is, he can't give Sigrid anything more heaven-defying than that wolf!

At the moment when Sigrid was about to lose at the beginning, Sigrid still did not show any power of the God of War.

Her aura was still sluggish, and she couldn't look like a Valkyrie at all. The barrier was quickly squeezed, and her defeat seemed certain.

But at this moment, the magic card thrown by Sigrid finally dissipated in the wind.

The three orange cards, like the brightest stars in the night sky, gradually formed light spots and totems.

Immediately, thunder and wind began to rise in the Death Arena!

The orange light is dazzling, turning into the first ray of dawn. The ancient contract is awakened, and unparalleled power is bred in the darkness.

The heavy sound of drums echoed in the Arena of Destiny, as if striking everyone's heart.

In the black mist and lightning storm, three figures arrived.

In the black mist, they looked like living beings and phantoms. Their figures looked extremely tall and terrifying. Only the eyes looking at Askesan were particularly clear, full of contempt and ridicule.

Both are evil.

They are evil from a purer origin.

"Hehehe, is our opponent this human being?"

"How many pieces should I cut him into?"

"I heard that you are cold-blooded, cruel, and evil?"

Under the power of the demon, the dark gray vines gradually began to crumble until they completely collapsed.

Asksan's eighth-level spell was easily broken like a thin layer of ice in front of the power of these three demons.

Everyone present was dumbfounded and looked at the Death Arena in disbelief.

Including Askosan.

As a mage, he could deeply feel the magic power of those three epic demons.

If he were still in his prime, he could still fight.

But at this moment, the magic cards he was carrying were all a combination of countermeasures used against Sigrid of the physical system, and he still had unhealed injuries.

The terrifying figures of the three demons reflected in his eyes became particularly terrifying.

When he met that unreasonable wolf in the northern snowfield, Askesan already wanted to curse him.

Now that guy doesn't even want to act anymore, he just stuffs Sigrid with three eighth-level epic demons, which is a big deal in the world!

"Holy Son of Tyrant, I※you※——!!!"

Asksan, the Bishop of Annihilation who never expressed his inner feelings and didn't understand what love was, finally learned how to miss someone to death.