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The other party seemed to sense Perlman's approach, and the figure standing in the dark rainstorm paused.
Dark leaden clouds billowed in the sky, and the Posen Demon Realm was immersed in deathly silence. From time to time, lightning surged between the summer clouds, illuminating the huge buildings in the clouds and mist.
At the same time, the faces of the high priest and Perlman were illuminated until they were extinguished.
When the sky darkens again.
Perlman only felt that the figure of the high priest had changed.
Standing on the stand at the top of the towering spire building, there was only a tall man wearing a dark gray coat.
His skin was as pale as snow, without a trace of blood.
He just raised his hand slightly to seal Pearlman's actions.
In addition to the suffocating magic power that he exuded in an understatement, when he sealed the space next to Perlman, the surrounding atmosphere seemed to have stagnated at this moment, and the surrounding area exuded a deep light, becoming thousands of The dark stars danced in it, like a living body of magical energy that did not exist in space but could hit the eyes and enter the mind.
If ordinary demons who are not mentally strong enough face this halo that directly hits their souls for the first time, they may feel that they have established an indescribable connection with the world, and in an instant experience a long experience that transcends the body and the soul. Time travel, in the end I was completely stunned, fell to my knees and even burst into tears.
The convoluted words do not belong to any known era, and only demons who have seen the ruins of the Age of Gods will know its meaning.
This is exactly the power that will be emitted when the original stone slab is blessed.
And this stone slab that can generate blessings for sealing magic has already revealed the name of the stone slab——
[Original Slate-Seal].
As if sensing Pearlman's gaze, the man turned to look at him.
Those dark gray eyes are like an abyss, making people indulge in them and gradually lose their souls.
When he stood there, the invisible terror exuding from his body only made living creatures feel humble and helpless, and when he moved, all sense of stability would surely collapse because of him.
That smile seemed to be asking Perlman——
You don't really think I'm weak, do you?
Perlman finally gave an answer to his previous question.
"I am the legendary seal master, Asksan."
The man in gray had a gentle voice, as if the quicksand of time flowed out of his mouth, and every word was filled with irresistible magic.
"Kids, I'm back."
Burned out, my shoulders and eyes couldn't bear it...
Chapter 689 The successor of Lan Qi’s legendary seal master
It was close to five o'clock in the morning and the entire Huadu Parrieu was still shrouded in chaos and fear.
The few remaining street lamps were swaying in the strong wind, like candles that might be extinguished at any time.
The sanctuaries and temples were filled with frightened people.
"Mom, will there be a hero to save us?"
A mother and daughter hid under a narrow porch. The little girl hugged her teddy bear tightly, tears streaking her immature face.
"There will be."
Her mother hugged her tightly, with empty eyes, and whispered comfort, her voice trembling.
The moment she heard others say that Loren's appearance was a misunderstanding, her hope seemed to be shattered.
At this moment, most of the citizens in the temple were depressed.
On the other side of the temple, the Paladins were trying to work together to carry their injured companions to safety.
Their faces were covered with sweat and dust, and every step they took was extremely difficult.
"What's going on over there on the North Shore?"
The injured priest kept moaning and blood flowed from his forehead.
"It can't be seen clearly. Even the reporters on the front line are inconsistent with their statements now, but it seems that it is indeed not the high priest who came in person."
Although I really want to give my companions some reassuring words, the reality is so cruel.
If Loren really comes, it will not be Perlman chasing Loren, but a storm will sweep across the entire Huadu Parrieux.
At this moment, another dazzling lightning flashed across the night sky, illuminating the entire city-state.
"It's an eighth-order battle. The newly confirmed unknown eighth-order begins to fight Pearlman!"
The female demon reporter took a breath of cold air, her voice trembling.
Rain hit the lens, blurring the picture.
And where the lens reaches, in a place too far away to be seen, above the endless night, heavy rain, and ruins, it seems as if the gates of hell have been opened.
Although the picture is not clear at all, everyone can feel the power penetrating the lens.
Not only the temple, but also the remaining signal sources in every corner of the Huadu city-state, countless figures were sitting upright, their eyes focused on the screen.
Either silently praying for God's blessing, or holding the hand of the person around you tightly, so that you can get some comfort.
At the same time, there was a burst of discussion among the people in the church who were still looking at the unstable scene.
In the picture of the Posen Demon World Channel, two fuzzy little dots seemed to be fighting on the distant skyscrapers!
This scene was captured by reporters several kilometers away.
The demon reporter braved the violent storm and once again tried his best to set up the equipment.
But because the distance was too far, and the darkness was constantly interrupted by heavy rain, lightning, lightning and thunder, the picture was sometimes clear and sometimes blurry, like a dream with unstable connections.
In the lens, only two black spots can be vaguely seen moving on the roof of the building, erupting into black and gray mist. The invisible impact can generate air waves, making them unable to stand even though they are several kilometers apart.
Whenever two black dots collide, the screen will shake violently, accompanied by a harsh noise.
"Who is it...?"
"Another tablet bearer?"
"What kind of slate is that? Why haven't I seen it in the book?"
"No, I seem to have seen this kind of divine writing in the magic genealogy class of the Holy Education Research Society. This is a seal-slate?!"
There was a priest in the temple who stared at the crystal screen and suddenly screamed.
Her sudden change in expression made other citizens nervous for a moment.
The priest had a complicated expression on his face, as if he didn't know the answer, but rather he didn't dare to mention a certain "forbidden word" ominous word.
"According to the information, the current holder of [Original Slate-Seal] is the Cardinal of the Resurrection Church in the Northern Continent, Asksan..."
Asksan, Bishop of Annihilation, symbolizes fear, despair and torture.
As one of the supreme cardinals of the Resurrection Church, every sealing and cursing technique he mastered has sown the seeds of death into the world.
For the people of the Northern Continent, its terrifying level is no less than that of Perlman, who is causing turmoil and almost massacres the city.
According to legend, Askosan's sealing technique is silent, but more deadly than any killing magic. In just a few hours, he can turn a large and prosperous city-state into a silent purgatory, regardless of the strong or the weak. Unable to escape from his confinement, this Cardinal sees no compassion or humanity, only a morbid fascination with death and annihilation.
Bishop Annihilation was feared by the creatures in the Northern Continent, and his reputation even spread to the Southern Continent.
"But isn't Askosang suspected of being dead?"
"Maybe the information is false? He is actually still alive?"
Many people asked in panic and confusion.
Some time ago, the news that circulated from the Northern Continent, whether true or false, all mentioned the bishop war of the Church of Resurrection.
A change of bishops in the Resurrection Church may have occurred some time ago.
Now the situation in Huatu Parrieux has become a mess. First there was a rebellion, and then mysterious figures appeared one after another. It was completely difficult to distinguish the true from the false.
But no matter what, they could only hope that the sudden appearance of a strong man could stop Perlman.
"Why, first Loren, then Asksan?"
Sitting on a long bench, platinum-level card maker Bruton pushed up his glasses, frowning and muttering to himself.
He was also immediately protected in the temple by the Posen Kingdom.
As a platinum-level card maker from the Aloran Kingdom, he has more information about the situation in the Southern Continent than ordinary citizens and priests.
Compared with someone who can unexpectedly appear at a critical moment, his appearance itself is accompanied by weirdness.
If you are not immersed in the joy of grasping at straws and think carefully, you will find its strong sense of violation.
Some time ago, there were actually rumors from the Northern Continent that were not sure whether they were true or not, saying that Askosan was dead.
And the scene of his death is also related to Loren.
At first, I didn’t think this information was correct, because the great priest Loren wiped out a group of the Destruction Branch that launched an attack very recently, proving that Loren was most likely actually in the Southern Continent.
Or he rushed back at an extraordinary speed, almost predicting the future.
In the past six months, more and more postmen from the north and south have talked about the turmoil among the bishops in the Protos Empire, and they have confirmed that Loren is indeed active in the northern continent, and the news of Asksan's death has become more and more real.
As a normal person with the ability to think independently, Bruton gradually frowned.
Is it...
Who has secretly united a part of the Resurrection Church and remotely ordered them to act as secret agents from thousands of miles away to make the world situation run as he expected?
Just thinking about this thought made him shiver down the back.
Askosan, who was even less logical than Loren, appeared here.
The coup launched by Perlman tonight is a change for the entire eastern region and even the southern continent, going against the script expected by everyone or some people.
and so.
Someone came to erase it.
This kind of unusual help is more like a "correction" than a rescue!
And with such preparations in place, is it time for the Creation Empire to go to war next? The stage for the birth of a hero will also unfold?
Bruton didn't dare to think about it any more.