Somewhere along the corner of the central square of Dandelion City, sunlight dappled through the leaves. Passersby hurried along the street, oblivious to the back of a man brushing past them.

The sound of wind arose from the silence, the man's movements were composed and orderly.

Dusk spread evenly on the bluestone streets, the dense green leaves rustled gently in the breeze. As the wind gradually accelerated, this harmony and tranquility was immediately broken.

The glass windows reflected the people on the street. Among the crowd, that figure walked slowly, yet flashed by in an instant.

The rhythm of the wind became faster and more urgent, the newspapers on the street fluttered, a dog barked suddenly, and the birds on the distant treetops flapped their wings and flew away.

Until that figure reappeared clearly, standing at the entrance of an inn. The deep bass of the air current deepened, the sky darkened slightly, the gray clouds seemed to be about to cover everything. The man slowly took out an exquisite pocket watch from his pocket and checked the time.

As the sky was about to dim, the man pushed open the door of the inn.

Whenever the door was opened, the flames in the fireplace flickered, partially obscured by an indescribable chill, and the tone of the hall became slightly dim.

His gray suit was tailored to fit, the collar of his shirt revealed just the right amount of a silver metal tie clip. His slender figure was slightly thin, his nose was straight, his thin lips were tightly closed, and his silver-gray short hair formed a harmonious yet contrasting beauty with the dark gray suit on his body.

The man walked to the counter, his eyes fixed on the counter lady.

"Good afternoon, sir, do you need to check in?"

The counter lady bowed slightly and asked the customer in front of her.

However, the man remained unmoved.

"Did a couple of men and women leave here today?"

The man gently took out a leather envelope from his pocket, opened it, and slowly took out two portraits.

These portraits were completed with rough strokes, as if they had been repeatedly modified based on other people's descriptions, but the features of the two young people's faces could still be recognized.

"I'm sorry, sir..."

The young counter lady with plain makeup showed a troubled expression. They were not allowed to disclose other customers' information, but her voice stopped halfway.

"Answer is, or is not."

The man was not angry because of her words, and raised his Imperial Army investigation warrant.

Those deep eyes stared coldly at the counter lady through her eyelids, as if his gaze could see through her heart, making her feel like she had nowhere to hide.

The counter lady swallowed, not only because of the other party's identity, but she could also feel a calm and dangerous aura emanating from this young man, like a beast ready to hunt at any time.

Her hands clenched the corners of her clothes unconsciously, her heart beat faster, and she tried to maintain a calm appearance. She doubted that this dangerous man was not from the Imperial Army, but instinctively dared not question it.

"A young couple did leave today, but they don't match the portraits."

"When did they leave?"

"About three hours ago."

Hearing this, the man nodded, as if he had obtained the information he needed.

The counter lady finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But before she realized it, the man had slowly reached out his hand and placed his palm on the counter lady's head.

As if comforting her not to be afraid.

But that broad palm seemed as heavy and cold as lead.

Until the next second, the counter lady's dazed expression suddenly twisted. Her body was first compressed from the inside by some force, her fair skin was covered with pain, her bones gradually deformed, as if she were a victim in an irredeemable nightmare. Finally, she went through an increasingly indescribable process and became a fleshy, ugly sphere.

Suddenly, the customers in the lobby's rest area looked at the change at the counter in horror.

Soon, the meatball, making hoarse begging sounds, began to tremble violently. Strange wrinkles appeared on the surface and rapidly expanded until it stretched to its limit like a balloon. At that moment, the only thing that could be heard in the inn's lobby was the sound of the impending explosion.

The explosion made everyone in the lobby jump up in terror. Blood and minced meat stained the walls, and a thick, bloody smell immediately filled the air, pungent and suffocating.

But the man seemed to be protected by some invisible shield, and was not stained by blood at all.

He glanced indifferently behind him. The inn guests, who were already standing still in fear, trembled and could not move under his gaze.

He turned around and walked towards the exit of the inn. Outside the door, several high priests in Imperial Army uniforms immediately walked in. When they saw the situation in the room, their indifferent expressions did not change much.

Even without giving orders, the high priests clearly knew what to do.

After the man walked out of the inn, the sounds on the first floor of the inn seemed to disappear.

There was also a high priest, like a servant, following the man at the door.

"Lord Annelo, won't killing all the informants along the way cause unnecessary trouble?"

This should be the last group of imperial civilians they killed today. Soon they would find the Hegemon Church and the Hegemon Saint.

Even in the Northwest Province before, they had never blatantly massacred imperial people like this.

But none of them dared to disobey the orders of this man, whose sense of smell was as keen and cruel as a death-chasing spirit fox.

"Sigrid, the great sinner of the Protos Empire and leader of the Hegemon Church, defected to the demons, committed inhuman atrocities in the north with her Saint Child, and fled all the way south. What's wrong with killing a few more civilians along the way?"

Annelo, the Saint Child of Silent Extinction, glanced at the high priest behind him and asked indifferently.

"Yes."

The high priest saluted and dared not say more.

Those who study the art of sealing too much will naturally lose their humanity. They already knew this well.

The Hegemon Church was seriously injured, and according to the weather these days, they should not be spending the night in the wind and snow. According to the Saint Child of Silent Extinction's guess, their traces must be found in the towns along the route from the Northern Border to Snowfield Province.

Sure enough, the elite team led by the Saint Child of Silent Extinction successfully determined their escape route in the snowfield after tracking them all the way.

The sun set in the west.

The light was hidden by the horizon, and the afternoon in the snowfield was coming to an end. The streets began to be gradually erased by black, and unknowingly, the aura of the passersby seemed to be hidden, falling into silence.

The wind swept between the figures at the entrance of the inn.

"It's time to send the Hegemon Church and the Hegemon Saint Child to reunite with the Hegemon Saintess."

Annelo looked to the south.

His eyes revealed a strange indifference and sense of distance, and the deep purple sunset left a shadow on half of his face.

...

Even the moonlight was about to be hidden in the deep night, and every minute and every second seemed particularly long.

On the snowfield, a hundred kilometers away from Dandelion City, the boundless snowy night was filled with heavy snow. Like ice crystals scattered across the earth by an invisible giant hand, each piece carried a long-planned coldness, rotating and dancing in the wind, and then falling into the snow, accumulating with millions of snowflakes to form a deep gray world.

On this mysterious snowfield, a deep crack suddenly appeared.

That was the trace of the battle, torn apart by the violent impact.

A corpse fell heavily on the snow, appearing very abrupt.

That was a huge figure of the Imperial Army. He was wearing heavy iron armor, but now he had been swallowed by the cold snow.

When his body hit the snow, snowflakes splashed, like a signal for the end of the battle.

Blood flowed from his wound and slowly spread in the snow, turning into a blooming blood rose.

Sid clenched her fists tightly, the cold wind blowing through her hair. Her breathing became rapid due to the battle and her own injuries. Every breath she exhaled became a small white mist, merging with the snowflakes.

Lanci stood beside her, in much better condition.

Even though they had just finished a battle, there was not a trace of relaxation in their eyes, because in this snowfield, danger was everywhere.

Every gust of wind seemed to carry some kind of ominous omen, and a new enemy might find them the moment each snowflake fell.

"It's so difficult for the two of us to kill a Silent Extinction High Priest together."

Sid looked tired and looked at the sky. Obviously, the battle just now made her unrecoverable injuries even worse.

However, she did become much stronger at night, and with the strange control spells of her Saint Child, they finally worked together to kill another Silent Extinction High Priest who had caught up with them.

Their whereabouts had been detected, and Silent Extinction branch high priests were gradually finding them on the snowfield. Although it was not far from Snowfield Province, the real battle would probably truly begin at dawn.

"What are those sealing magic spells of yours? A chorus to seal hearing, a sun to seal sight."

Sid took a breath and finally complained.

She had now seen other sealing techniques of her own Saint Child besides explosions.

She couldn't stand that grand chorus either. If she were in her prime, she might hardly be affected, but in her current state, hearing the calls from the underworld was fatal.

If she hadn't prepared special earplugs and sunglasses in advance, these indiscriminate spells could have driven her own people crazy.

"Powerful power always comes with risks. That's the law of conservation."

Lanci sighed, now that he had taken out all his housekeeping skills.

Although his card \[Radiant Virtue] was already quite famous in Ikderite, news from the North and South continents was isolated. Lanci Wilfort was not very famous in the South Continent at all. It was normal for a big shot like Sigrid from the North Continent not to have heard of him, a new sealer who had just emerged in the South Continent.

After they left Dandelion City and crossed the mountains, they had been traveling south on the snowfield for more than ten hours.

The distant horizon seemed to finally feel the passage of time, gradually showing a faint dawn.

The faint light shone on the snow, bringing a false sense of warmth.

"A few dozen kilometers further south, and we should be in Snowfield Province. See how accurate I am at leading the way."

Lanci looked at the faintly visible sunrise and terrain in the east, roughly estimating their location.

"Just say what you want to say. I'll give you a limited time to increase your favorability because you've taken care of me along the way."

Sid smiled angrily. This guy wasn't acting at all and was doing his daily tasks in front of her.

However.

Just as the two of them were chatting and continuing to move towards their destination in the south.

The sky, which had originally had a hint of warmth at dawn, suddenly became oppressive. The morning light seemed to be firmly pinched by a pair of huge hands, losing its original bright color.

The surrounding space seemed to freeze, and a thick and cold magic permeated the air, like an invisible wall surrounding the two of them, making them feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

Today is a triple update, there are two more chapters behind.

(End of this chapter)