Inside the Franklin Hall at the highest level of the Congressional Building, the deep purple magical radiance of the Deathmatch Arena sliced through every inch of the air.

Senators, nobles, and powerful ministers all fixed their gazes on the center of the Protoss Congress Hall, the site of the impending deadly duel.

Divine Era characters constantly restructured on the surface of the semi-air barrier. Even if no one could translate them, they could understand their meaning through the soul-piercing glow – numbers counting down.

The arena was completely shielded from outside sounds. Once the final ten-odd seconds of preparation ended, the deathmatch would begin.

On the right side of the barrier, a tall figure in a dark gray coat gave off an eerie and unusual feeling, as if he belonged to a different world from ordinary people.

When Ascesan stood there in a battle-ready stance, the invisible magic emanating from him could make ordinary people feel insignificant and helpless. All sense of security would tremble because of him.

"A mere month of preparation time, can you defy fate? Sigrid, if you have the ability, let your Holy Son help you take down the Protoss Empire."

Ascesan smiled, looking at his palm, wondering which method to use to kill Sigrid.

If Sigrid and the Overlord Holy Son were given ten or twenty years to lie low, perhaps they would still have a chance to turn the tables.

But the time was indeed too short.

There was a limit to the speed of growth and evolution. This was an inviolable law of the world.

Just as a student cannot become a principal overnight, no one can erode the behemoth that is the Protoss Empire in a short period of time measured in days!

"Ascesan, to be honest, this is the only time I will feel grateful to you, because if you hadn't acted as a bridge, I really wouldn't have found such an unparalleled good man."

Sigrid, dressed in silver-white armored robes, stood on this vast battlefield, facing this final battle and her mortal enemy Ascesan, without flinching.

Her figure was tall and slender, and her light-colored long hair cascaded over her steel armor like a silver moon, pure and flawless.

Ten-odd seconds passed in the blink of an eye.

Finally, as the Divine Era characters emitted an increasingly intense glow, the circular space of several hundred square meters was covered with translucent rock-like magical products, becoming as hard as steel under the effect of the ancient artifact, the Bishop's Proof.

Between the two, the air crackled with electricity, and the tension was almost palpable.

With each breath and heartbeat of everyone present, the atmosphere around the arena grew heavier and heavier.

In this closed space, the decisive battle between the two Cardinal Bishops was about to explode!

Ascesan's figure almost dissolved into a shadow beneath his dark gray coat. His knuckles twisted slightly as he chanted ancient and obscure incantations, and the entire Deathmatch Arena was instantly enveloped in an ominous wave.

Dark gray vines and branches quietly bloomed from his palm, spreading rapidly to form a massive sealing barrier around Sigrid, not only trapping her but, more importantly, constantly shrinking as if isolating her in an inescapable void, and then strangling her!

This caused Grand Sage Isis outside the arena to frown slightly.

According to previous intelligence, when Oblivion Bishop Ascesan encountered Overlord Bishop Sigrid in battle, he would always try to create distance, ensure his absolute safety, and constantly set traps to block her freedom of movement, preventing Sigrid's surprise attacks and outbursts.

But now—Ascesan's style of play could be said to be stable yet aggressive. He used controlled, sustained damage to first capture Sigrid, while also testing her moves.

In the battlefield, as Ascesan's sealing barrier rapidly contracted, Sigrid's situation looked increasingly critical.

According to the original strength of the Overlord Bishop, it would have been possible to either break through and forcibly tear the vines apart, or dodge before the barrier formed. But the aura on Sigrid now was obviously very weak, completely failing to give off the pressure of a Valkyrie, and instead, she seemed like a lamb to slaughter.

Many spectators in the seats leaned forward, feeling the tension of the scene.

It seemed that what Ascesan said was indeed true. If Sigrid lost her power, the outcome between the two Cardinal Bishops would probably be decided in an instant.

If Sigrid had any trump cards, she had to use them now.

As expected, Sigrid did not raise her invincible fists to shatter everything as usual.

Instead, she held several golden-orange magic cards, whose patterns flowed with mysterious totems, as if predicting Ascesan's opening move.

"Sigrid, I knew you would switch to using summon cards, use them quickly!"

Ascesan finally burst into laughter upon seeing this. He was waiting for Sigrid to try to perish together with him using the wolf, taking out each other's life-saving cards.

That wolf needed to devour as many summoned creatures as possible to unleash its full power.

It was death without the wolf, but with the wolf—the dark gray vines had damage reflection and immunity effects. Even if the wolf was on Sigrid, detonating it now, any number of life-saving spells and equipment would be killed by the multiple stages of damage.

He had predicted Sigrid's prediction!

No matter how heaven-defying the Overlord Holy Son was, he couldn't have given Sigrid anything more heaven-defying than that wolf!

At the moment when Sigrid was about to lose at the beginning of the match, Sigrid still did not unleash any of the might of a war goddess.

Her aura remained sluggish, and she didn't look like a Valkyrie at all. The barrier quickly compressed, and she seemed doomed.

But at that moment, the magic cards thrown by Sigrid finally dissipated with the wind.

The three orange cards, like the brightest stars in the night sky, gradually formed light spots and totems.

Immediately, in the Deathmatch Arena, thunder roared and wind rose!

The orange light was dazzling and eye-catching, turning into the first rays of dawn, the ancient contract was awakened, and unparalleled power was born from the darkness.

The heavy sound of drums echoed in the Deathmatch Arena, as if striking everyone's hearts.

In that black fog and lightning storm, three figures descended.

In the black fog, they were both like living beings and like phantoms, their figures appearing incomparably tall and terrifying, only their gazes towards Ascesan were exceptionally clear, full of contempt and mockery.

Both were evil.

But they came from a purer source of evil.

"Hehehehe, is our opponent this human?"

"How many pieces should we cut him into?"

"I heard you're cold-blooded, cruel, and evil?"

The dark gray vines gradually cracked under the power of the demons until they completely collapsed.

Ascesan's eighth-order spell was as weak as a thin layer of ice in the face of the power of these three demons, and it was easily broken.

Everyone present was dumbfounded, watching the Deathmatch Arena in disbelief.

Including Ascesan.

As a fellow mage, he could deeply feel the magic of those three epic demons.

If he was still in his prime, he could still fight.

But at this moment, the magic cards he carried were all countermeasure combinations aimed at the physical Sigrid, and he still had unhealed injuries on his body.

The terrifying figures of the three demons reflected in his eyes became particularly frightening.

Ascesan already wanted to curse when he encountered that unreasonable wolf in the northern snowfield.

Now that guy wasn't even pretending, directly stuffing three eighth-order epic demons into Sigrid, which was completely outrageous!

"Overlord Holy Son, I f*** your m***—!!!"

Oblivion Bishop Ascesan, who had never expressed his inner feelings and did not understand what love was, had finally learned the feeling of missing someone so much that he wanted to die.

(End of chapter)