Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 264 - 252: Lanci Never Sets Limits for Himself_1

"Before I get the preparations in place on the Protoss side, I will take some time to personally teach you, helping you to grow strong as much as possible."

The Bingxue Witch momentarily put away the documents, placing them on the side. She intended to give them all to Hyperion later for review.

Upon hearing the Bingxue Witch’s words, Hyperion quickly composed herself.

"Are you going to teach me magic?"

Hyperion would be nothing short of excited if it were to be about learning magic.

Since they were both witches, the Bingxue Witch must have something to teach her — something that others or demons could not.

"No, your and my spell compatibility is too different. You may not be able to learn my magic. But if you see any spell of mine that you would like to learn, I will do my best to create a Magic Card version of it for you."

The Bingxue Witch said straightforwardly.

She would be able to replicate a Pink Holy-level spell for Hyperion, and although Orange Epic-level spells themselves couldn’t be replicated, she would do her best to make a lower-level version of a Pink Holy Level spell for Hyperion.

"... There’s such a good way of training?"

Hyperion was momentarily stunned.

She did not expect there would be such a convenient way of cultivating.

"Since I gave you such a daunting task, I will give my all to assist you."

The Bingxue Witch said.

Despite her youthful age by human standards, she had indeed lived a very long time. With her talents in Magic Engineering already fully developed, creating magic cards for Hyperion was not a problem.

The only reason the Protoss Empire has not yet started a war is because the Empire does not believe its chances of winning are one hundred percent.

In the balance of war, any eighth-order strongman has enough weight, and an eighth-order with a special function is even more important.

As long as Hyperion can help them rescue the Great Demon Clan, it will severely damage the Empire’s plans to some extent and buy a lot of time for the Aestheland Kingdom and a host of northern alliances.

"Thank you, Miss Almis."

Hyperion thanked the Bingxue Witch.

She had heard the Saintess’ name from the three divine emissaries.

She could probably predict what kind of character Lanci was, being a student taught by the honest and loyal Loren.

Just let him display his ability to the fullest. The Ice Witch only hoped there would be someone to help Hyperion.

...

Time flew by.

It has been two weeks since Lanci arrived in Lilom City, the southwestern province of the Protoss Empire.

In the afternoon of Lilom City, ancient stone buildings stand along the road, their lattices and balconies filled with flowers and green plants. When the breeze passes by, the scent of flowers pervades the air along with the sound of the sea, creating an endless echo.

Through streets and bridges to the center of this town, a towering temple stands on a spacious garden square, becoming the landmark of this place.

Its spire extends towards the sky, decorated with golden edges, dazzling in the sunlight.

The temple’s exterior walls are constructed of beige marble, still smooth and shiny even after years of polishing. The walls are engraved with delicate reliefs depicting ancient legends and heroic deeds. On both sides of the front door stand two majestic stone lions, as if warning every visitor to respect this solemn and serious place.

This temple, which originally belonged to the Church of the Goddess of Destiny, has now fallen into the hands of the Rebirth Church and virtually no residents dare to visit voluntarily.

Unusually, there are no silver-robed priests around the temple this afternoon.

In the core hall at the deepest part of the temple.

In the spacious space, a huge cross sits in the middle, the rose window refracts sunlight into the room, creating glossy and colourful lights that illuminate the entire hall.

All the silver-robed priests in Lilom City gather in this hall. They concentrate and absorb the sermon passionately from the preaching stage at the very front.

The sermon is in progress inside the temple.

Sitting in rows of seats, many silver-robed priests are receiving instruction, taking notes earnestly.

"The outside world is rotten, and the so-called ’plunder’ and ’cruelty’ are all fabrications and lies they weave. Only we possess the true revelation because we know the truth about love."

The figure on the preaching stage slowly raises his palm, guiding the hearts of people: "They will try to keep you away from truth, but you must have faith that here is where you can find your true home."

"Don’t let the outside world blind you," his voice was calm and deep. "True strength, true wisdom, true freedom, they are all here with us."

The silver-robed man speaking on the preaching stage is shrouded in a sacred golden mist, making his figure seem blurry and his face remains an unexplored mystery to the common people.

Only under the shining light of his halo, his pair of divinely compassionate emerald eyes stands out clearly.