Don't confiscate my citizenship

The cold wind on the snow blew the robe of the Son of Annihilation, but to Agnello, this coldness did not exist, everything was isolated.

He took his time, admiring the changes in their expressions as a result of his words.

Although Sigrid's eyes showed no surrender from beginning to end, her breath could not conceal her body's weakness and exhaustion.

However, the expression of the Tyrant Holy Son beside her did not satisfy Agniello completely.

He has not been moved at all by the state of the Catholic Church, which is indeed in line with the cold heart of the seal master.

Through communications from the Northern Border Province, Agnello received a clear order from Bishop Asksan of Annihilation.

Although Bishop Annihilation did not reveal much, he did remind him that Holy Son Tyrant is also a sealing master, and he is extremely different.

From Askosan's one-sided words, Agnello could roughly infer that the Holy Son of Tyrant may have a sealing technique that even the Bishop of Nirvana, Askosan, was wary of.

Of course, this terrifying ability must have many restrictions, and may even no longer be usable in the short term.

Holy Son of Tyrant, although I don't know who your true identity is under the disguise spell, have you ever thought that if you kill the woman next to you, you can become the new cardinal?

Agnello, the Son of Nirvana, asked with interest.

During that escape journey, the Holy Son of Ba Tian should have had many opportunities to kill the Ba Tian Catholic Church.

One of the characteristics of the [Certificate of Resurrection] is that any holder who kills the Cardinal can become a new Cardinal!

No resurrection believer would not want this supreme power, as well as the [Bishop's Certificate] and other divine objects that are comparable to the [Original Slate], not to mention that the Overlord Catholic Church already possesses an [Original Slate].

When there are two rats in a cage, it can be really fun to drive a wedge between them.

...

Sigrid did not become wary of Lan Qi at all because of Agnello's words, but instead got closer to Lan Qi.

I don't want to be a cardinal. My original intention was just to study academic subjects. Then by accident, I met a trustworthy friend and we went here together. That's all.

Lan Qi looked at Agniello and answered his questions very calmly, as if sharing with a student a series of struggles he had experienced since arriving in the Northern Continent.

He came to the Northern Continent to do a research project. He was not a cultist, but a determined academic at heart.

However, due to the turmoil of the current situation, for the ideal of love and peace, and for the Protos Empire that he deeply loved, he gradually updated the action plan, until now there is a slight deviation from the original.

However, he never forgets his original intention and has firm academic beliefs. His ultimate goal is to observe the [Original Slate-Seal].

He didn't want to be a cardinal or anything like that.

He will never become a cardinal of the Resurrection Church in this life.

...

The Holy Son of Nirvana was silent for a long time.

He didn't know whether the young man was serious or just playing tricks on him.

When talking to the Holy Son of Tyrant, there is always a feeling that he regards himself as having a low IQ, as if he looks down on himself from the bottom of his heart.

Give me your secret that can make Askesandu afraid, and I won't let you die so painfully.

Agniello said coldly that he did not plan to communicate with these two people anymore.

Of course, I also have plenty of ways to make you willingly beg to hand it over to me.

...

Lan Qi just smiled slightly when he heard this.

Holy Son of Nirvana, Agnello, I will not bully you. I swear in the name of the goddess, as long as you can reach the Snowfield Province before the sun rises completely, I will not kill you.

Lan Qi raised his left hand and pointed in the direction of due south, as if giving Agnello the last trace of tolerance.

My lady goddess...

Agnello lowered his head and smiled at Ranchi's provocation.

Usually only those fools from the Church of Destiny talk about the goddess all day long.

Do you think that if you confess to the goddess now, she can save you?

When Agnello raised his head again, his eyes had lost all patience!

This mysterious gesture made him very dissatisfied. The untouched superior posture of the Holy Son of Tyrant made the Holy Son of Nirvana want to twist his neck off!

The magic emanating from the distant sky became more and more intense, and the surrounding snowflakes trembled because of it.

Thick black clouds gathered in the sky. Attracted by the magic power, the black clouds quickly rotated and condensed into a vortex. Shocking fluctuations emanated from it, making the surrounding air become extremely heavy.

Agniello stretched out his hand, and a dark red magic mark appeared in his palm. It continued to expand, absorbing all the surrounding light and energy like a black hole. In this world, all sounds and colors were swallowed up by this magic mark. There was only dead silence.

Lan Qi and Sigrid, who were standing far away, could hardly feel their own existence in this magic storm. Everything around them became blurred, and even their vision was slowly being swallowed up. This blow might not be enough. It will kill them, but it will definitely make both of them extremely painful and completely lose their ability to resist.

it's over.

Agniello said coldly, and the magic mark in his hand released a huge black beam of light, which shot straight into the sky. This beam of light bloomed in the air, forming a dark magic circle, which enveloped the sky above Lanqi and West Germany.

Then, dark gray magic flow flew out from the magic circle and turned into a diffuse light rain. They descended from the sky and flew towards Lan Qi and Sid, intending to completely seal them into sculptures.

Even Sigrid knew that whether he could avoid this blow depended on his Holy Son.

In this time of life and death, she became extremely calm.

She looked at Lan Qi closely, his figure reflected in her eyes.

I saw Lan Qi's helpless smile showing a little apology.

It seemed that when the real decisive moment came, it was hard to explain too much to her and hope she wouldn't be scared all together later.

However, at this moment, West Germany was not panicked at all.

Her purple eyes, which were as shiny as the water's surface, were particularly relieved and gentle. Her hands that reached forward grabbed Lan Qi's sleeves, and her lightly moving lips seemed to tell him that she had already experienced life and death with him. Even if she died with him this time, she would not complain, so she believed in him.

Time seemed to speed up at this moment, and the overwhelming magic power surged towards the two of them, falling from the sky and covering their figures!

The vast snowfield covered with dark gray snow suddenly erupted with a shocking loud noise in the silence. The sound was like the roar of thousands of thunders, deafening. In an instant, the entire snowfield was awakened and everything trembled.

Hahaha.

Just when Agnello sneered, he looked at the moment when everything in the distance was submerged.

The next second.

The entire snowy area was shrouded in a sudden strong wind, shaking like the end of the world!

This violent wind started out as a tiny whirlwind, but in an instant it became a storm capable of tearing apart everything.

Under the violent wind magic, all sealing magic, including the gray line of space left by Agniello before, became like fragile pieces of paper in front of it, and was easily blown away!

The sunrise in the snowy field is like a sacred dragon roaring.

The majesty that directly strikes the soul is an interpretation of the great power that constitutes all things in the world. The brilliance of the Gods is performed on it. It drives the flow of clouds and changes the appearance of the sky. The power that penetrates the clouds is the unique breath of wind. , the wind gently blew the earth, and the snowflakes stopped for a moment and rose into the sky!

In legends from ancient times to the present, the God of Wind controls the direction of the wind, and his voice is a gentle whisper, but also a thundering command of forgiveness.

And the figure standing in the center of the storm is the god who controls the wind!

He looked at Agnello with compassion, pity, and a hint of regret.

It's the signal that the game is over.

Ah...ah...

Agnello's spell suddenly stopped, his lips and teeth trembled, his face turned pale from joy in an instant, and the thick panic in his suddenly contracted pupils was like a black cloud, blocking his reason and courage, and making his previous calm and confidence Nothing left.

Incredible fear filled the limbs and bones of Agnello, the Son of Nirvana.

He didn't understand why the great priest Loren appeared here, even pretending to be the Holy Son of Tyrant and deceiving everyone! !

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