is warm embrace."Why"Why don't these animals attack him"Is this guy a druid Even druids can't communicate with beasts like that, right"In theory, even with the highest charisma, you could only natural...Chapter 363: Ranciere's Emotional Value to Sigrid

With the arrival of the Saint of Extinction and his new command, the transfer hub at the Rock Convergence Station seemed infused with newfound vigor. The previous stifling stagnation had been replaced by an indescribable fluidity. Under the illumination, the white tiles reflected the eager and hurried crowd, now orderly and composed.

At the security checkpoint, priests began to take over the duties of the high priest. Under the watchful eye of the severe overseer, the Son of Silence, their actions became swift and decisive, greatly increasing the efficiency of passage.

Lance surveyed the surroundings, standing among the crowd yet feeling detached. It was his gaze, like an invisible conductor's baton, that silently reshaped the order around him.

After releasing two students from their own school.

Ranch, who had long since transformed into the form of the Saint Son of Extinction, once again turned his attention to the Grand Priest standing beside him.

"Sir Anelo, would you like us to accompany you on your journey to the capital"

Feeling the gaze upon them, the High Priest quickly asked.

Although he was in a bad mood because of his previous work, the harsh reprimand from the Ascended Son seemed to leave room for maneuver. It seemed like there was new work that needed to be given to him.

Lanche made no affirmative nod, but merely indicated with his eyes for the Grand Inquisitor to walk beside him, chatting as they went. After taking a step forward, he lightly dragged Westward by the handcuffs, causing Westward to begin following him like a puppet.

"……"

The Grand Master quickly caught up to the Saint of Nirvana, walking towards the wide platform area behind the entrance.

Even the high priests could clearly feel the terrifying power of the curse marks on this woman beside the Holy Son. It was obvious that she had been adjusted and educated by the Holy Son into an unresistible state, her spirit and will almost completely sealed.

There's a more important task that needs to be given to you. I've gathered the other high priests, and you should return to the temple first. We can depart today.

Lance instructed succinctly.

He came from the Temple of the Silent Knights of the city-state. At the Stone Junction Station, he met with all the major priests and they had finished their work - this was the last one.

Soon, Lanchi will go to the platform level to board the magic rail train about to depart for the imperial capital, Herloom.

The interview is approaching, so we must act quickly.

His talk show will appear on screens throughout Helrum, including a simultaneous broadcast on the largest skyscraper screen in the Helrum Plaza commercial district. If Huberlian arrives in the capital city of Helrum during this leg of his northern tour, there's a high probability he could see it.

As common sense dictates—if you get separated from your companions, always stand in the most conspicuous place and wait for them to return.

Lancer and the Archdeacon walked across a vast hall. The giant bell at the junction of the rock-carved station's peak ticked softly, its sound echoing under the high vaulted ceiling, spreading out, each clang ringing out distinctly clear.

As you move forward in this newly established order of the hall, the number of people gradually decreases.

Until they entered a passage, far from the clamor, the sounds receding like a tide leaving behind the faintest trace of ripples. The walls on either side cast their long shadows, swaying back and forth with every step.

Besides me, Askosan also summoned all his subordinate soldiers and high priests stationed in the north to head to the Northern Border Province as quickly as possible.

At this point, Lance finally formally began to explain the mission details.

"Lord Asksam might be seriously injured right now, and I have a more important mission to go to the capital. I cannot personally assist him."

When he said this, his voice dropped an octave, and even his usually composed expression betrayed a palpable sense of crisis.

"Askanos-dono was injured"

The High Priest's eyes widened in surprise, clearly not expecting that the Bishop of Oblivion would still need support, as if he had encountered a major problem.

Don't tell anyone.

Lynch warned.

Understood.

The Grand Master nodded repeatedly, but despite that, knowing the severity of the problem, his heart couldn't help but stir with a strange unease.

Asksar handed the other tasks to the Child of Silence, sending him far from the northern border to the imperial city of Helrome. He then called upon many high priests to support the north.

If the current Obliterator Archbishop is weak enough to need to guard against the Obliterator Son...

Then if he teamed up with the other high priests, would it be possible to take down Bishop Oblivion

However, when the Grand Inquisitor raised his head once more, he found that the Son of Silence was staring straight into his eyes. That look, as if seeing through him, sent a shiver down his very soul.

"I advise you not to harbor any ulterior motives. Master Asksan has decided to summon you, and he certainly won't give you an opportunity to take advantage. If he discovers that you have any ill intentions, he will eliminate you as enemies at the first moment."

Ranch warned passionately, as if it were the sternest warning.

Of course, of course.

The Grand Master broke into a cold sweat and replied.

Footsteps echoed clearly down the corridor, and occasionally one could glimpse the schedule on the magical crystal panels, their outlines and lettering shimmering faintly in the dim light.

This passage is seldom trodden, and with each step, one can feel the clamor receding from the main hall level, finally settling into a pitch-black solitude.

"Alright, go back now."

Lanche's voice, once again clear and direct, echoed distinctly down the corridor.

The grand master bowed to Lynch, then turned and walked towards the dim corridor at the end, until his figure gradually faded away, melting into the light and shadow in the distance.

Lanche slightly watched the Grand Master, then led Xi De forward and continued on.

I tried to give him a good-hearted warning, but whether he listened or not is unknown to me.

Ranch shook his head.

Even though Archbishop Asksan was seriously injured, he had no seals or restrictions on him. It's no problem for him to recover to the level of fighting against a seventh-order enemy in so many days. Even if you want to form a team to fight Asksan, even a large group of priests would be courting death.

"...."

West, walking beside him with his head bowed, still maintained the state of being a puppet, obedient to every command.

But she was already on the verge of snapping.

Along the way, she had said this to each of the newborn and each of the great priests.

She dared to bet that all of Ranch's information had been revealed to this extent. Combining the previous series of circumstances, these high priests could not help but suspect Asksang's current true state. And it was impossible for them not to want the [Primal Tablet - Sealing] that Asksang possessed, as well as those seventh and eighth-tier pink sacred and purple rare items. If they could allow their own resurrection certificates to be upgraded to bishop certificates, they would even have a chance to break through to the seventh tier.

Especially whenever he saw a cleric, Lynch would first point out the shortcomings of their work.

For example, now that this high priest sees Milford's stewardship going awry, he himself might well be in for a great calamity.

Instead of doing this, he might as well try to win over other high priests and see if he can find an opportunity to backstab Asksan.

Next, this group of scheming archbishops, once they had formed their teams and gathered in groups of three or five, traveled to the northern border province to find Asksand...

Asksan, who was recovering at the border province, never issued a command for anyone to come looking for him.

Asksang, upon seeing this group of high priests inexplicably chasing after him, would definitely put them under the highest level of alert immediately!

In the eyes of the grand masters, this was Asksam's reaction to their disloyalty.

These high priests were already guilty, knowing that Askshan would never forgive any betrayers. Faced with the situation, they had no choice but to rebel.

All processes are nearly locked down. Asksang will personally kill his own high priests one by one next.

By the end, Asksang might not even know why his entire High Priest order rebelled. He hadn't even told the Silent Son about the injuries he sustained in the north, and even if the Silent Son betrayed him, this wasn't how it should have happened.

This weakens Asksang a bit.

With that thought, Xi Deguang smiled.

As the two walked, handcuffed together in the corridor, West finally tugged at Lance's handcuffs.

To be honest, I've discovered another shining point about you that's irreplaceable to me.

West Germany whispered.

"Oh Tell me about it."

Ranche also leaned in a little, listening to her words, and replied impassively.

He still really likes it when people sincerely praise him.

“If I ever want to do something wrong and feel a little guilty, just chatting with you will make me realize that I'm still a good person and can let go and do it.”

West Germany and whispered to Lanchi her own thoughts during class, his voice so low it was barely audible.

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“…”

" Please let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

Lynch's expression merely became a polite smile, as if he hadn't heard Sid's words. He took her towards the platform level.

I'm estimated to be adding two to three chapters every day in November, mostly three. I'm working hard to pay off my debts, and now I'm both hungry and dizzy. Finally, after finishing coding, I can go have dinner.

(The End)

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