Chapter 33 Franklin Hall

Seven minutes and twenty-five seconds. Sigrid killed Askesan with overwhelming power.

Long after that decisive blow, the entire parliament hall was still deep in silence, followed by astonished voices sweeping through the space.

The eyes of the nobles and ministers were fixed on the center of the venue, their faces filled with disbelief.

No one had expected the Overlord Pontiff to end this Pontiff Deathmatch in such a strong manner in a matter of minutes.

Originally, they thought that the Nihility Pontiff, with an air of self-importance, would take the initiative to challenge the Overlord Pontiff, forcing her to retreat step by step, resulting in a world-shattering battle that would cost both sides dearly. But instead, in the blink of an eye, one side was chopped into mincemeat.

Perhaps the Overlord Pontiff hadn't even used her full strength.

Because the Overlord Pontiff, known as the strongest body in the Northern Continent, had not thrown a single punch from beginning to end.

A low murmur rippled through the parliament hall, as everyone tried to digest this shocking ending.

Many imperial dignitaries showed awe on their faces, and began to re-evaluate the strength of Overlord Pontiff Sigrid.

The combat power she herself had not used was especially terrifying, coupled with three demon summons, making Askesan seem to be on a completely different level from her from the very beginning.

It was hard to imagine that these two Pontiffs had previously been evenly matched, and had fought several times without being able to determine a winner.

Another group of dignitaries appeared worried and uneasy, fearing that the uncontrollability and danger of an overly powerful Overlord Pontiff Sigrid as an ally had also greatly increased.

As the battle settled, a dangerous atmosphere still permeated Franklin Hall, and no one dared to move easily.

Sigrid glanced at the Overlord Branch's high priests.

Led by Gloria, her direct soldier, the Overlord high priests acted quickly, cleaning up the traces of the battlefield, putting Askesan's body and other non-epic cards on him that had not yet been excavated into body bags, and cleaning the floor of the hall.

The whole process took only a few seconds.

Not only was the smell of blood eliminated by air purification spells, but even the floor became bright and shiny, as if Nihility Pontiff Askesan had never been to the world.

The imperial dignitaries in the seats of Franklin Hall twitched their eyes as they looked at the professional and efficient appearance of the Overlord high priests.

The Resurrection Church was indeed the Resurrection Church, and they were not sloppy at all when it came to their old business.

At the same time, the Nihility high priests' eyes were filled with deep fear, everything was over, and they were sitting on pins and needles.

As Sigrid returned to the front of the Overlord Branch high priest seats, the noise in the parliament hall slowly subsided.

The Overlord Pontiff's ownership of the spoils won in the Resurrection Church's internal Deathmatch was reasonable and justified. After all, Great Sage Isis initially chose to recognize the form of the Pontiff Deathmatch in order to exempt the empire from responsibility and intervention.

Even if there were greedy nobles who wanted to try to claim that Askesan's legacy should be handled by the empire, they did not dare to speak up personally.

Although everyone's mood had not fully recovered from the result of the Deathmatch just now, the normal process of the council had to continue.

"Now that the internal problems of the Resurrection Church have been resolved, we can resume the normal process and proceed with the subsequent Pontiff election."

Great Sage Isis was still sitting cross-legged in the high-backed chair, not very dignified, but her voice penetrated the hall, even more so than the emperor's majesty.

Isis's words gave the imperials present a sense of security.

The nobles and ministers present gradually regained their composure and remained silent, waiting for the Overlord Branch's speech presentation.

Although Sigrid's victory brought her great advantages, the subsequent voting process was still full of variables—

The dignitaries who were originally close to or even flattering Askesan were now more likely to vote for the Mourning Pontiff Yamiles under the rules of anonymous voting, to prevent Sigrid's purge!

In addition, Sigrid had terrible criminal accusations against her, and before finally confirming their truth, people were also afraid of her power, and why she had obtained three epic-level demon summons.

The dignitaries were all trying to think and evaluate, trying to predict how this sudden battle would affect the future of the Protos Empire.

And Sigrid herself, after this duel, her deterrence and influence had undoubtedly undergone a dramatic change, becoming the focus of everyone's attention.

Just as Gloria, her direct soldier, was preparing to step forward again to begin her speech.

"Wait, I have something more important to say."

Sigrid suddenly interrupted Gloria's words, her voice echoing in the parliament hall, full of decisiveness.

Gloria timidly lowered her head and returned to her seat, like a child worried about being abandoned.

Next.

In the eyes of everyone in Franklin Hall, Sigrid, with her sharp eyes, turned around and looked at Duke Morodian Berenhard in the upper seats on the left side of the hall.

The account with Nihility Pontiff Askesan had been settled.

She also wanted to give the Primordial Stone Slab Seal to her Holy Son immediately.

However, there was still a real enemy, hidden deep within the Protos Empire.

He was also the last tumor and obstacle for Sigrid and the Holy Son to control the Protos Empire together.

Sigrid was too familiar with this aura.

For her, who possessed the keen sense of a Jijing martial artist, after regaining her full strength, it was impossible not to sense the aura of an enemy she had fought to the death at this distance.

The aura emanating from that elegant man in the high platform seat, wearing a dark coat, always calm and steady, was the bastard who fought her under the black robe on the northern border back then!

"Duke Berenhard, shouldn't we settle the final score too?"

Sigrid did not command the three eighth-order demons, but clenched her hanging hand, ready to kill this enemy at any time.

"Overlord Pontiff."

Great Sage Isis reminded or warned from beside the monarch's seat.

No matter what grievances Sigrid had with Morodian Berenhard at this moment, this was not the place for Sigrid to make a move.

"Please rest assured, Miss Isis, I will not violate the rules of the empire."

Sigrid turned her head and said to Great Sage Isis.

Then, she looked again at Duke Morodian, who was sitting calmly in the upper seats on the left side of the hall.

"Morodian, shouldn't you explain the bloody, tragic massacre in the northern border province, and the heinous crimes you and Askesan committed?"

Sigrid's gaze was like a sharp sword, determined to pierce through the hypocritical and noble appearance of the person sitting far away in the high place, and put an end to this ridiculous turmoil in the Protos Empire!

(End of this chapter)