Chapter 331
Chapter 331
Translator: True Detective
Chapter 331 — Sigrid Shows No Mercy
Thunder rolled across the upper levels of Bandera City, now shrouded in a hollow, oppressive darkness due to the sudden appearance of the Bishop of Annihilation.
The imperial marching music playing within the city warped and accelerated, becoming a sharp, erratic, and eerie melody.
Down below, the illusion covering the lower city began to collapse, slowly revealing its true face.
Mountains of mangled corpses of the city’s residents were piled high like countless black fingers trying to claw their way higher. The hollow eye sockets of the dead were like gouged-out wells, empty and soulless. Their half-open mouths seemed to warn every passerby: this was a place of no return.
It was clear this was Askson’s masterpiece.
Of course, he may not have done it alone.
Even a Cardinal Bishop of the Resurrection Church would not abandon his post as an imperial negotiator just to carry out such a massacre that would ensure the Protos Empire would fight them to the bitter end.
Someone must be working with him, driving Askson to launch this full-scale slaughter.
Before the unavoidable battle began, Askson studied the two trapped in his spatial barrier with great interest, not rushing to erase them.
“Other than the investigation team from the capital, we have more little rats causing trouble.”
Askson sighed, almost as if mourning Major General Fanreku.
“Was it Grand Sage Isis who sent you here? Or the Berenhard Ducal House?”
His eyes lifted as he questioned them.
His voice was calm, like grains of time slipping from his lips — every word carried an irresistible magical weight.
“...”
Bound in place, Lan Qi said nothing, focusing only on Sigrid’s movements at his side.
Thanks to the [Shapeshift: Human] he had given Sigrid, not even Askson could see through her disguise right now. More importantly, the Bishop of Annihilation would never have imagined that the Ba'tian herself — whose theater of influence was far to the south — would personally infiltrate this remote northern border at this exact time!
Lan Qi had never imagined that his first encounter with the Bishop of Annihilation, Askson, would be at such dangerously close range.
This was the absolute “death zone” Loren had once warned him about.
Lan Qi had remembered Loren’s warning well.
So he had brought along the biggest “dad” he could find to fight Askson.
And yet—
“?”
When Lan Qi turned to look at Sigrid, he found her trembling like a frightened, delicate maiden. Tears welled in her violet eyes, and her legs even shook with fear.
Lan Qi’s own eyes widened in disbelief.
For a moment, he suspected this so-called supreme powerhouse might be a fake.
Truly, the Ba'tian could do anything.
Askson’s gaze turned to Lan Qi.
Clearly, only this young man — still conscious — could answer his questions.
“If you don’t answer, I’ll just have to deal with her first—”
But before Askson could finish, Sigrid’s eyes changed completely.
The playful, lazy purple gaze she usually wore iced over, filled with resolve and murderous intent.
In the blink of an eye, the Sigrid who had been frozen midair turned into a storm, driving her fist into Askson’s body!
Her overwhelming force ripped through the entire building beneath Askson’s feet, collapsing it like a tidal wave. Their first clash was faster than thunder and shook all of Bandera City!
The ground quaked violently, cobblestone streets split wide open, collapsing step by step as if swallowed by a beast. The Gothic-style architecture of ancient Helrom design could not withstand the clash of two Cardinal Bishops — finely carved statues and stained-glass windows shattered into fragments that scattered into the wind.
Within the rubble, Askson — knocked from his perch — stared in shock at Sigrid.
He clearly hadn’t realized the true identity of this seemingly delicate maiden. Even though his combat instincts slowed the world around him in moments of danger, Sigrid’s strike had been so sudden, so silent, that the sound of shattering air only came after the blow landed.
Before Askson could recover, Sigrid’s follow-up attack was already upon him.
Her true form now fully revealed, her skin shone with a faint silvery glow, as pure and sacred as a new moon. This was no magic spell but the natural result of her physical prowess, enchanted gear, and the perfect synchronization of the Original Tablet with her fighting spirit.
Sigrid possessed a unique Original Tablet — [Original Tablet – Foundation].
Whenever she unleashed her most direct, all-out attacks, it activated, massively amplifying her power.
But this time, Askson was ready.
Furious yet battle-hardened, Askson had plenty of damage-reduction and lifesaving equipment. Though struck by a near-fatal blow, he stabilized himself between ground and air, his deep gray coat lighting up with quadrilateral magic sigils. They flared with dark-violet lightning, forming an invisible barrier that caught Sigrid’s next strike. Rings of metallic resonance and shockwaves rippled outward.
“Ba'tian Sigrid...”
Inside the barrier, Askson wiped the blood from his mouth. Each word he spoke dripped with malice, his heavy, cold magic slicing through the cobblestones like blades, sealing off the entire space between him and Sigrid.
If it was Sigrid, everything suddenly made sense.
This damned woman — no one ever knew when she would appear or when she would strike. He had tried many times to kill her, and each time failed!
“Very well. This time, we’ll settle all old and new scores together. Since you came to me of your own accord, all the better...”
Askson’s eyes shifted slightly toward the distance — toward the young man he had never seen before.
During the opening strike, Sigrid had used two rare magic cards just to protect this youth.
Askson could guess this was Sigrid’s new heir. Only someone so important could make her spend two eighth-tier magic cards for his safety.
But the Holy Son of the Ba'tian should be under the same disguise spell as Sigrid.
Even with his True-Sight magic, he could not discern the young man’s true face, nor guess his real identity within the Protos Empire.
But it didn’t matter who the Holy Son was.
Askson glanced at the sky. Night was still far off.
As long as today both the Ba'tian and her Holy Son died here...
This little ripple in the north...
Would hardly even count as a disturbance.
(End of Chapter)