Chapter 335
Chapter 335
Chapter 335
Translator: True Detective
Chapter 335 – A Thousand Suns on the Northern Snowfield
Lan Qi’s move plunged the entire battlefield into a moment of stunned silence.
Even Askson and the Black-robed Man clearly hadn’t anticipated such a result — shock and confusion filled their eyes.
The Nuclear Fusion Wolf’s eyes were deep, glowing red, watching the battlefield intently. But most striking of all was its misty maw — and beneath that colossal jaw, it had sealed the Abyssal Black Worm!
Dust and magic energy across the battlefield seemed to freeze. All attention was drawn to this mysterious wolf.
Sigrid, though a Cardinal Bishop of Ba’tian who had survived countless death matches and seen all manner of epic, world-shattering spells, still found her lips parting slightly. Her heartbeat pounded like a war drum.
Askson’s facial muscles twitched violently, his cold, merciless eyes flashing with bewilderment. As the Bishop of Annihilation and the greatest sealing master alive, he had never seen this kind of sealing magic or such a summoned creature. What he couldn’t understand even more was why such a gifted sealing master would become the Holy Son of the Ba’tian Church.
Even if the Black-robed Man’s concealed magic made it impossible to read his face, his entire upper body had gone rigid. Those deep, unfathomable eyes seemed to struggle to suppress a surge of emotion. He rarely showed true feelings, but Lan Qi’s action had clearly struck a nerve deep within him!
At this most critical moment—
Lightning flashed in Sigrid’s eyes, silver brilliance flaring from her body at its peak. Like the last light before death, the power in her hands gathered to a level that seemed capable of shattering any obstacle.
She unleashed the most powerful strike of her entire life. Her body became a blazing comet, slamming her heaven-rending, earth-shattering punch straight at the Black-robed Man!
It all happened in an instant — so fast that even Askson, not far away, struggled to follow her movement. The sheer power of that blow tore the clouds apart, briefly exposing the pure white glow of the snowfields above.
The Black-robed Man was caught completely off guard. He had no time to react, and could only feel Sigrid’s full-force strike crash into him.
The tremendous impact hurled him through the air, smashing apart several hundred meters of ruins behind him. Amid the rising dust, wisps of black smoke curled off his body, and on his chest, the indelible silver glow continued to corrode his dark magic — the mark of Sigrid’s ultimate punch, leaving him severely wounded.
But the cost was enormous — Sigrid’s body seemed to lose all strength, her legs giving way mid-air as she nearly collapsed. Only her amethyst eyes still burned with unyielding resolve.
“Sigrid! Come!”
Lan Qi’s voice was crystal clear even amid the chaotic death match.
In truth, she didn’t need words. The moment her eyes met Lan Qi’s emerald gaze, she understood.
Without hesitation, she spent her last ounce of strength and dove toward him.
At the same time, Lan Qi stuffed every single Tier-6 and Tier-7 purple sealed magic card he had collected in the Imperial Capital into the maw of the giant wolf — as though feeding it.
Aside from the Abyssal Black Worm it had already swallowed, the Nuclear Fusion Wolf devoured hundreds of sealed magic cards in one gulp.
The Nuclear Fusion Wolf could self-detonate — triggering a chain detonation of every magic card it had swallowed!There was no way Lan Qi would ever return the Abyssal Black Worm to the Black-robed Man.
Sigrid’s figure, once pressed down by two great powerhouses, now seemed reborn. Her body curved gracefully, kicking off mid-air, riding the storm winds toward Lan Qi under the once-again gathering thunderclouds.
The wind roared faster, thunder rumbled louder.
The final moment had arrived.
“Askson! Stop holding back!”
The Black-robed Man, enduring the pain of his grievous wounds, shouted toward Askson — the only one still able to intercept Sigrid.
He knew Askson had been holding back.
That was a Sealing Master’s way — the greater the price, the greater the power of the seal.
And unless absolutely necessary, a Sealing Master would never reveal those final, self-destructive techniques.
Askson had been wary of him from the start, keeping strength in reserve to avoid being taken advantage of.
But now, with the Black-robed Man in such poor condition, Askson had no reason to hesitate.
Even if it meant paying a heavy price to unleash his strongest seal, there was no danger that the Black-robed Man would turn on him afterward.
Askson’s teeth ground audibly as he summoned every last shred of mana and hurled a vicious sealing spell at Sigrid. Blood burst uncontrollably from his seven orifices.
This blow would doom Sigrid to defeat!
In that instant — when she had abandoned the will to fight and chosen to flee — she was most vulnerable.
As the dense, gray, corrosive aura swept toward her like a storm, Sigrid felt a crushing dread she had never experienced before. Every wisp of that aura carried boundless malice, seeking to shatter her limbs and bones.
It felt like countless ice spikes piercing her heart, stabbing straight into her soul.
Every drop of sweat on Askson’s face seemed to testify to his madness and resolve.
His closed eyes brimmed with tears and blood, the terrible price he paid forming the key to awaken a power long buried.
The spell was like an ancient chain forgotten by time, carved with distant eras and cold fate. It pierced Sigrid’s heart. In that instant, she heard her own bones breaking, every cell being destroyed, reborn, and destroyed again — like an endless tide crashing over the shore.
And the spell’s finale was a streak of scarlet light — it did not kill Sigrid outright, but it branded her with a searing, ominous mark, freezing her in eternal agony.
Her pained scream echoed as the silver puppet form vanished.
But Lan Qi had already stepped forward.
The next second—
He caught her as she fell.
“Haa… haa…”
From afar, Askson panted, pleased that Sigrid was gravely wounded and near death. The only opponent left was this Holy Son of Ba’tian — who was just as powerless.
The cost of this sealing spell had been great; Askson would never have chosen this life-for-life gamble unless forced.
His image was no longer cold and arrogant — his face twisted, body trembling, every muscle screaming the cost of the magic he had just unleashed.
Even so, neither he nor the Black-robed Man had lost their ability to fight.
Between them and this last “ant,” there was still an unbridgeable gulf.
But far away—
Lan Qi did not flinch.
“…”
His eyes were like unshakable stone, staring straight at Askson. The depth within those emeralds could not be put into words.
He turned his back to them, holding the near-unconscious Sigrid, and began to walk away.
“You think you can escape right under our noses?! Don’t be arrogant!!”
The Black-robed Man, ignoring his injuries, turned into a raging torrent of abyssal power and lunged toward Lan Qi.
This brat — who had dared seal away his Abyssal Black Worm — had to pay!
Such insolence could not be tolerated.
But Lan Qi paid him no mind.
“Askson — next time we meet, I will reclaim your Primordial Tablet.”
The gale swallowed his fading figure.
At the same moment, the Nuclear Fusion Wolf’s eyes turned completely crimson. Its body cracked, emitting a terrifying light.
Those blood-red eyes shone like rubies, each crack on its body glowing with power more scorching than destruction and deeper than annihilation. The light pouring out pierced the clouds like a thousand suns.
In that blinding brilliance, silence — endless silence — replaced the deafening explosion everyone expected. The only sound was the ragged breathing of Askson and the Black-robed Man.
Time itself seemed to hold its breath.
Just as light travels faster than sound, neither Lan Qi nor Askson heard the earth-shattering roar when the ground finally exploded apart.
When the explosion echoed across Bandera City, the fate of the Protos Empire — and the world — had been changed forever.
On the northern snowfields of the Protos Empire—
A small point of light appeared on the distant horizon, rapidly growing brighter.
Then, a deafening roar — the roar of the earth itself.
City walls and mountains twisted and shattered under the raging shockwave. The ground tore open, buildings were scattered like paper, trees and grass swallowed by the white blaze.
The light kept swelling, climbing higher, until it swallowed the entire sky.
Brilliant radiance filled the heavens, like the wrath of a divine spirit.
Only a thousand suns could rival its glory.