Chapter 334
Chapter 334
Chapter 334
Translator: True Detective
Chapter 334 – Lan Qi Truly Is a Saint-Slayer
The snowstorm over the northern Empire continued to swirl endlessly.
Under the darkened sky, with yet another bishop-level, eighth-rank powerhouse joining the fray, the entire northern border fortress — Bandera City — was wracked by devastating quakes.
Mountains, ancient trees, and even those lakes normally frozen solid throughout the year all trembled under the chaos of battle.
The city walls cracked, ancient towers collapsed, streets twisted apart. The once-prosperous statues and squares of Bandera City were ground to dust — all that remained were tortured souls, unable to ascend to the heavens, trapped in this city of blood debts and sin, now turned into a stage for tragedy.
The support pillars beneath Bandera City crumbled ring after ring, sinking continuously. The suspended ground gradually formed a massive pit, its edges jagged with rock and shattered ruins — as though it were the very gate to hell.
At the center of this pit, the death battle raged on. A storm of deep, dark magic churned there; gray and black intermingled until even the air itself twisted, exuding a suffocating aura of death.
On the battlefield where three powerhouses clashed, the thick clouds above were forced downward, warped into eerie shapes by an overwhelming force, and from time to time, rolling thunder cracked like the wrath of heaven.
Each time Sigrid clashed with Askson and the black-robed man, the terrain below would be gouged open into a new crater. As the fight dragged on, even the pillar-layer foundation beneath the city began to collapse.
The silver radiance around Sigrid’s body possessed a power that could rend everything apart. Askson and the black-robed man’s inexhaustible, icy magic clashed with her again and again, and each impact drew a distinct line between light and darkness.
No one knew how long the battle had lasted.
Even with Askson and the black-robed man working together, neither dared to underestimate Sigrid. They carefully blocked and suppressed every attack she unleashed.
Askson’s perception was razor-sharp.
Sigrid wasn’t the only one wounded — but unlike her near-monstrous vitality, the black-robed man took significant damage every time she caught him.
Even if they did manage to kill Sigrid quickly today, Askson and his ally knew they would have to pay a price.
After several long minutes, Sigrid managed to shift the battlefield dozens of meters away from the immobile Abyssal Black Worm.
It was clear she was trying to distance herself from the creature.
But the black-robed man, even at the cost of taking hits, would never allow Sigrid to shift the battlefield too far, nor would he give her any chance to escape.
Askson was no different.
He knew better than anyone that Sigrid was immune to most magic — ordinary control spells were useless on her. Only this kind of overwhelming suppression could restrict her movements.
Through the smoke and wind of battle, three blurs of motion flashed into view for just a brief moment.
The once-arrogant Askson’s dark-gray robe was now tattered, his sharp eyes dulled, evidence of the energy he had expended — yet his face remained cold and mocking. Blood welled from a wound, but it only accentuated the sinister curve of his smile.
The black-robed man still flitted about like a ghost. His robe was partially torn, but his face was still hidden beneath a shroud of dark mist. The blood he coughed up, however, betrayed how badly Sigrid’s attacks had hurt him. The black chains he wielded no longer gleamed like obsidian but had grown dim.
Yet compared to Sigrid’s state, their injuries were nothing.
Her once-radiant silver form was now covered in deadly wounds. Blood dripped from the tips of her long hair, and her once-bright violet eyes had grown sluggish. Her breathing was ragged, her aura faint. She looked as though she could collapse at any moment.
Sigrid glanced into the distant sky and knew this caged beast struggle was reaching its end.
After she fell, there would be no hope for the Holy Son to escape from these two.
Perhaps she could still unleash one last strike to grievously wound one of them.
But the Abyssal Black Worm severely restricted her movement, and with Askson and the black-robed man sealing her in on all sides, hitting either of them would be nearly impossible.
All her life she had refused to worship the gods — neither the Goddess of Fate nor the Goddess of Life revered by the Resurrection Church.
And so, she had truly lost to fortune itself.
“ Sigrid, you really are hard to kill.”
Askson’s gaze was somewhere between bidding farewell to an old rival and savoring the pleasure of finally bringing her down.
While Sigrid closed in on the black-robed man, the dust in the air twisted into a miniature vortex under Askson’s dark-gray magic. The stones around her were pulverized into powder.
“!”
Feeling the surge of killing intent, Sigrid knew that despite his mocking tone, Askson had been searching for an opening to finish her all along.
She tried to dodge — but the black-robed man’s chain lashed down, slamming her into the ground.
“Ha… ha ha ha!”
Askson laughed, mocking Sigrid’s desperate struggle. To them, she was just a pitiful plaything.
When the dust cleared — Sigrid’s body had vanished.
At some point she had used one of her few instant movement spells and now dived straight toward the black-robed man.
She knew this last-ditch attack would almost certainly fail — but there were no other options.
This was her final gamble: to throw herself into death in order to find life again.
The black-robed man had expected this. He swept his sleeve, and the massive black chain shot out like it had predicted her movements, binding her arms and waist. She trembled, struggling — but the harder she fought, the tighter the chains grew.
Askson had already finished preparing his next spell.
He pointed at Sigrid, and hundreds of magic circles appeared across the entire ruin of Bandera City. The icy glow they radiated threatened to freeze everything solid.
Sigrid felt the danger like never before. The chains held her fast, preventing movement.
“Huff…”
She took a deep breath — perhaps her last — and the silver light around her flared brighter than ever before. Her entire life force ignited in an instant, turning into blazing silver fire.
The fire seared the chains, threatening to melt them apart. The black-robed man was startled, but soon regained his composure —
Sigrid had finally been forced into her final, desperate strike.
No matter how strong her outburst, she was already at her limit. With their preparations complete, the chance of her hitting either of them was nearly zero.
And then—
Just as the clash was about to reach its climax—
From the distance, a silver streak of light tore through space like a falling star and landed near the Abyssal Black Worm.
Because Sigrid had gradually shifted the battlefield earlier, the worm was now far from Askson and the black-robed man!
The long-watching interloper had seized the perfect moment to strike.
The silver puppet gently set Lan Qi down before standing alone at the worm’s edge. Under the oppressive atmosphere, Boss Cat could barely breathe, his heart pounding painfully.
Lan Qi’s gaze was firm and unwavering. The battlefield’s cataclysmic energy blasts and deafening booms seemed irrelevant to him.
His focus was entirely on the eighth-rank epic summon that had driven Sigrid into such dire straits.
“Screeee—”
The disc-shaped Abyssal Black Worm floating in midair radiated warped void-energy that chilled the very soul, as if behind it lay an annihilated dimension that no mortal had ever seen.
Lan Qi’s steps felt heavy, like walking through a swamp. Countless eyes on the worm’s body turned toward him.
In its perception, Lan Qi was just an insignificant insect.
But Lan Qi cared nothing for the malice or dread it exuded — there was only excitement in his eyes.
On the other side of the battlefield,
A faint smile formed on Sigrid’s lips.
She knew her Holy Son was no coward — even now, he faced this moment with perfect calm, ready to fight alongside her to the very end.
Seeing that the [Psychic Puppet] had returned, Askson and the black-robed man instantly reached the same conclusion: they would not allow themselves to be distracted by feints that could give Sigrid an opening.
No one feared that an eighth-rank epic summon could be affected by some mere Holy Son and a puppet with spells or trinkets.
To truly dispel the Abyssal Black Worm without catastrophic cost — only a top-tier sealing master like Askson could manage such a feat.
Even a sixth-rank Holy Son of Annihilation would have zero chance of sealing away an eighth-rank summon — any mortal below the seventh rank was far too insignificant before such a creature.
Beneath the worm,
Lan Qi raised his hand, revealing a strange magical object.
It was a small orange-hued, semi-transparent card — not quite solid, not quite immaterial, with magic patterns pulsing on it like a beating heart, glowing unstably, quivering as though out of sync with this world.
Then Lan Qi released it.
The card blazed with light, spiraling apart into multiple intertwined vortexes that bent, pulled, and tore the surrounding light before stabilizing. A rift formed — and out of it stepped a giant wolf.
Crimson runes, like fissures from another dimension, pulsed and flowed across its dark form.
In this ruined, dim battlefield, it glowed with earth-shattering crimson sigils. Each rune flashed and breathed like a living scar across reality.
Askson and the black-robed man glanced at the development with only scorn.
Though they lacked the time to analyze the orange-grade epic card’s exact nature, to them, a mere Holy Son was no threat.
The next instant—
The wolf’s paw came down hard on the Abyssal Black Worm’s body — and the creature that had remained silent until now screamed in a deafening shriek of pain.
“!”
Askson and the black-robed man turned simultaneously, shock in their eyes.
They had never felt the worm express such agony and fear before.
Only Lan Qi knew the true ability of this wolf —
[Nuclear Fusion Wolf]Type: Summon CardGrade: Orange EpicAttributes: Fire / SealRank: 4Effect: When its attacks hit a summoned creature or equipment, it can seal them back into card form and devour them for 10 seconds. Cooldown: 10 minutes. Can trigger a massive self-destruction, which detonates all devoured cards in a chain reaction. Blast power scales with the number, rank, and grade of cards consumed. After detonation, the cards cannot be used again for 30 days.Note: I am become Death, the Destroyer of Worlds.
The worm tried to escape, but after the Nuclear Fusion Wolf’s successful hunt, it was as though the roles of ant and elephant had reversed. The wolf opened its jaws, and the worm was forcibly twisted back into card form, sealed away inside a glowing cocoon of magic — and then swallowed whole.
In that moment, the worm’s scream and the oppressive noise of the battlefield vanished.
Sigrid felt the crushing pressure on her vanish instantly, shocked that Lan Qi had so simply erased the Abyssal Black Worm from the battlefield — even if only temporarily.
The entire situation had turned in an instant!
And as Lan Qi raised both hands like a puppeteer controlling the strings of fate, presenting his grand sealing art to the enemy, it was as though he were declaring to Askson and the black-robed man:
“I am the ultimate Saint-Slayer.”
— End of Chapter —