Chapter 333
Chapter 333
Chapter 333
Translator: True Detective
Chapter 333 – Lan Qi’s Strength Unknown, Grows Stronger When Pressed
The entire sunken Bandera City crumbled bit by bit, turning into dust in the wind, as if it could be swallowed entirely by this battle at any moment.
Above, a massive vortex of energy began to form. The world-dimming eclipse finally arrived, promising destruction and devouring of everything nearby.
As the clash reignited, cracks began spreading across the surviving upper layers of the city. They were bottomless, exhaling foul gusts of air as if the gates of hell had been thrown open.
Towering spires and magnificent ancient structures of the Protos Empire—symbols of its proud frontier—shattered like paper and collapsed, reduced to relics of history.
The black-robed man’s black chains were even more oppressive than Askson’s sealing magic, forcing Sigrid into a sluggish state. Her movements were now significantly slower than before. Meanwhile, Askson was able to cast his sealing arts with ease, instantly locking them onto areas where she had no room to evade.
Under their combined assault, Sigrid was pushed into an unprecedentedly dire situation.
She was forced to keep dodging, each escape more strenuous than the last. Whenever she attempted to counterattack, one of them would interrupt her in time, preventing her from unleashing even half of her full power.
Fighting one against two wasn’t the worst part—their coordination was.
And that eighth-tier epic summon was an even greater problem.
Even so, she refused to prioritize killing the black worm.
Lacking intelligence, recklessly destroying it could have disastrous consequences.
There were several possibilities: it might inflict a lethal debuff upon her, evolve into an even more dangerous form, or in the worst-case scenario, killing it could trigger a backlash so severe that she would suffer mortal damage and lose on the spot.
Both enemies specialized in control and burst damage. She couldn’t disengage or shift the battlefield; she had to endure the negative effects of the summon’s aura while fending off both enemies—without accidentally killing the worm.
Despite this, Sigrid refused to back down. With her physique and her mastery of martial will, she kept searching for a gap between them.
Victory for her wasn’t about defeating them—it was simply to escape. But today, even fleeing the city seemed nearly impossible.
Her only chance was to grievously wound the black-robed man first, forcing him to release his hold on the [Abyssal Black Worm]. The best way to get rid of a summon was to take out its summoner!
“Sigrid, you’re not thinking you can stall until nightfall, are you? That’s still hours away.”
Askson fixed his gaze on the struggling Sigrid, focusing magic into his fingertip. The air where he pointed twisted, forming deep gray cracks that would crush anything they touched to powder.
Thin gray lines sealed off Sigrid’s escape routes.
He knew her well—if she could hold out until night, the moonlight would grant her that unreasonable boost to all attributes and regeneration.
Once, he had nearly been defeated by her because of this very ability.
But today, they had time, place, and coordination on their side. She would never see the moon tonight!
At last, in the midst of Askson’s attempt to trap her movements, Sigrid caught a fleeting opening. Without a sound, she burst forward—her body like silver lightning—charging at Askson once again.
But in that crucial instant, the black-robed man reacted. Black chains surged from the ground, weaving into a cage that shattered her assault. At the same time, the gray lines Askson had deployed swelled and exploded in a crisscrossing burst.
The force of the impact sent Sigrid flying, slamming her into the ground far away. She tumbled several times before coming to a stop.
She forced herself to rise. Her injuries and the oppressive pressure of the two enemies made her thoughts sluggish.
The longer this dragged on, the more she understood—lasting until nightfall might not be possible.
“Cardinal Bishop of Ba’tian, your courage is admirable. But you should know exactly how slim your chances are now.”
The black-robed man’s voice cut through the air like an icy wind.
“That little whelp outside—is he your new Holy Son? Stop wasting your strength. Call your [Psychic Construct] back to assist you.”
Askson’s spells never ceased, and now he was effortlessly chipping away at Sigrid’s composure.
He hadn’t expected Sigrid to choose such a weak new Holy Son. Without that burden, she might have been stronger, and her chances of escape would have been higher.
For years, Askson had never found the Cardinal Bishop of Ba’tian so easy to fight.
Though he had prepared a new sealing art to kill Sigrid in their next battle, it was almost poetic that she had come here of her own will, to this godforsaken northern frontier of the empire.
“What a pity. I wanted my Annihilation Holy Son to slay another Holy Maiden of Ba’tian. But after today, there will be no more Ba’tian branch left in the world.”
Sigrid stayed silent, no matter how infuriating Askson’s words were. Blood slid from her brow, her icy eyes burning only with battle resolve.
She had promised to protect the Holy Son—and she would not break that promise.
In this world, she had courage and honor. She would not sacrifice them for mere survival.
Far away, near the ruins at Bandera City’s gate.
From Lan Qi’s perspective, Sigrid was no longer the carefree girl Sid he used to chat with. She had become a lone War Goddess, driven into a corner by godlike enemies.
The ruined city resounded with deafening crashes, sometimes interrupted by moments of lethal silence. If the silence lasted too long, it meant Sigrid’s life had been snuffed out.
Lan Qi could feel, even from this distance, that the battlefield before him was a gulf between mortals and gods.
If not for the silver construct protecting him, even standing here he would have been gravely injured by the battle’s shockwaves.
To take part in a fight of this level, one needed to be at least seventh-tier. Otherwise, a single stray detail or moment could vaporize a fragile human body.
But after the appearance of the mysterious black-robed man—whose strength rivaled a bishop—Lan Qi was certain: Sigrid could no longer win. She needed just a little help.
“Construct, do you have a will of your own?”
Lan Qi looked at the silver humanoid beside him, identical in appearance to Sid, and asked.
The construct nodded.
Although Sigrid usually controlled it, when she lacked the focus to do so, it would act autonomously, carrying out her command to protect Lan Qi.
“Can you protect me and take me somewhere else?”
Lan Qi’s gaze was serious.
The construct hesitated, then nodded again.
Her highest priority was the Holy Son’s safety. Without Sigrid’s direct command, she would follow Lan Qi’s orders.
Lan Qi tapped the ground with his foot, staring at his shadow.
Inside the shadow, Boss Cat was already crying in terror.
“Boss Cat, get ready to help me cast spells. And don’t bring the [Forged Tablet – Wind].”
He whispered.
Using the [Forged Tablet – Wind] in this situation might cost Sigrid’s trust or critically disrupt her judgment.
At worst, her temper was fierce enough that she might rather perish with Askson than be “rescued” by the High Priest and end up in his hands.
“O-okay…”
Even knowing Lan Qi was about to do something reckless, Boss Cat could only tremble and respond softly.
After giving his instructions, Lan Qi fixed his gaze on the Abyssal Black Worm.
He had never seen such a high-tier summon before!