Agnello's fingers gripped the magic device's microphone, unsure whether to release it or tighten his hold until his knuckles turned white.

A heavy weight seemed to press on his chest, making it difficult to breathe.

This bright space, this office that should have brought him peace of mind, had instantly transformed into a closed cage from which he couldn't escape, trapping him even more clearly.

It was supposed to be a communication line connected to the imperial capital.

But the voice coming from the other end was so familiar yet so foreign?

Thoughts raced through Agnello's mind.

How could the dedicated communication line between Snowfield Province and the imperial capital, Helrom, be occupied by someone else?

Could it be that the entire imperial capital, the entire battlefront, had fallen into enemy hands?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

It must be his imagination!

In Agnello's eyes, a look of horror flashed, like a trapped beast wanting to see the truth.

Panic spread in his heart, and he finally spoke, his voice trembling slightly, but trying to maintain his composure, "May I ask which officer of the Imperial Defense Ministry is on the line?"

"We just met, have you forgotten my voice so quickly?"

The other party was still relaxed and at ease, with a hint of a smile in their voice.

These confirming words struck Agnello's heart like a heavy hammer.

Agnello's reaction was already fast, but clearly, he was a step too late.

He wanted to escape this closed space, to further escape the eerie Bonn City, but the moment he intended to release the microphone, a violent sense of paralysis struck him like lightning, instantly spreading throughout his body.

There were traps in the governor's office?!

In his panic, as Agnello tried to mobilize his magic power, another indescribable sense of heaviness and stagnation enveloped him, as if a bird about to flap its wings suddenly encountered a falling sky, turning into a mountain pressing down on him!

He tried to struggle, but his body was fixed in place, even a small step seemed extremely difficult.

The walls of the entire office began to glow with a deep blue light, the symbol of a military anti-magic barrier, along with the city defense barrier's suppression effect on violent criminals within the city.

At the same time, poisonous gas began to pour into the room's ventilation ducts.

Even though the Silent Saint Son held his breath immediately, he felt his body weaken and his vision blur.

The space seemed to be compressed and collapsed, the air became thin, about to squeeze the life out of his body.

Agnello now understood that he had fallen into a huge trap.

Under normal circumstances, the most powerful figures in a local province were only individual sixth-tier cultivators, and even fifth-tier cultivators were extremely rare, not worth his attention at all. But now, trapped in such a cage, he was in extreme danger!

His face was pale, his eyes filled with unease, and beads of cold sweat trickled down his forehead.

Agnello tried hard to keep himself awake, but every cell in his body seemed to be telling him that this might be an inescapable dead end.

As the dual barriers fully formed, the door to the governor's office was violently pushed open. The great priest of the Silent Branch was nowhere to be seen, only Viscount Qin Si Dun leading the province's elite forces entered.

The heavy footsteps of pairs of shoes on the luxurious carpet echoed in the magnificent governor's office, like the footsteps of the Grim Reaper, giving Argnello a sense of oppression that made his hair stand on end, even more so than the restraints of the anti-magic barrier.

Rushing in were several fully armed provincial combat elites. They were well prepared, their eyes deep and appearing coldly soulless, like demon warriors from ancient battlefields.

Previously, in order to fight against the Ghost Party, the elite forces of the entire province were gathered and underwent short-term training under the guidance of Lan Qi. Subsequently, Xia Ya continued to transmit the governor's tactics and combat concepts as an instructor, and they have now become a mature extermination force.

These few who were summoned by Viscount Qin Si Dun were all the captain-level fifth-tier warriors.

Wearing masks, they launched an offensive without giving Agnello any chance to explain. A light warrior suddenly charged forward, his fists aimed straight at Agnello's chin. The other heavy warriors quickly gripped ice thorns and surrounded Agnello, without a single wasted movement.

The sharp ice thorns they held flowed with deep black咒印(Zhou Yin), not natural ice, but military magic devices, possessing powerful silencing and freezing effects.

Although the paralysis effect on Agnello had just been dispelled by his purification, he was suppressed by the barrier, and even the flow of magic power and casting speed were slowed down several times. The poisonous gas in the room was also continuing to take effect. He desperately used his combat instincts to dodge the light warrior's sneak attack, attempting to use a spell that he could barely cast to resist, but compared to those heavy warriors in full condition, he was now like a soft-shelled beast being hunted by elite hunters, extremely vulnerable!

A heavy warrior rushed towards Agnello first, holding an ice thorn and attempting to stab his limbs. Agnello refused to be outdone. Although his movements were restricted, he could still mobilize the most basic magic power, quickly transmitting it to his wrist. Just as the ice thorn was about to touch his wrist, a violent burst instantly blasted a circle of heavy warriors away.

In an instant, Agnello tried to summon his magic power, and deep gray flames surged from under his feet, trying to burn away the enemy's blockade.

But such difficult casting seemed particularly slow in the eyes of the enemy. They had no fear or trepidation. One of them quickly held a shield in his left hand and a staff in his right, aiming at Agnello, wanting to knock him down and subdue him on the ground.

And the other two heavy-armored warriors had already surrounded him from the flanks, not afraid of pain or injury, and the ice thorns in their hands quickly stabbed towards Agnello like poisonous snakes!

Agnello was caught in a pincer attack, and again used magic power to try to repel the group of warriors. Suddenly, his already heavy feet were pulled hard. It turned out that another warrior had thrown an anchor with a chain when he wasn't paying attention, firmly hooking his feet.

The light warrior approached again, not in a hurry to attack, but using the restraint of his companions to look for an opportunity, preparing to give Agnello a fatal blow or continue to interfere.

"You bastards!!"

In Agnello's roar, gray flames formed a tornado-like shield around him, resisting the enemy's eager magic-sealing ice thorns.

But the bodyguard troops had already planned every step with discipline.

One of the light warriors suddenly accelerated and rushed towards Agnello, holding the ice thorn tightly in both hands as if he were facing death, suddenly wanting to stab Agnello's eyes.

This stab forced Agnello to avoid it in order to protect his eyes.

However, before he could focus his dazed vision, a heavy warrior had already attacked from behind.

The tall and cold figure skillfully and quickly struck the back of Agnello's head hard with a blunt weapon, making him feel dizzy. Immediately afterwards, another heavy warrior wearing finger tiger, with a scarlet bloodthirsty light in his eyes, smashed a heavy uppercut into Agnello's stomach with a roar, as if his entire body was about to be broken by this fist!

Today there are four chapters, and two more are still being revised, which will be completed before 9:30.

(End of this chapter)