Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 367 - 348: Lanci’s Terrifying Phone Call_1

After a seemingly endless flight, the prairie wind carried Anello to the city walls of Bonn City, the northernmost city of the Xue Yuan Province.

The towering city walls were inscribed with weathered glyphs. The city gate blended seamlessly into the tundra. Nearby patrol cavalry sharp-eyed, no detail escaping their watchful vision.

Anello accelerated forward in the snow, the wind and snow following him threatened to swallow him whole. The sky was overcast, with only loose snowflakes dancing in the biting air.

As he approached the city walls, the snowy wind started to fade. The thick cloud that seemed to encapsulate Bonn City had lifted, replaced by a narrow sliver of warm sun spilling through the gaps in the clouds.

This dawning light served as a guide, illuminating the city walls, the ancient stone edifice adorned with golden edges.

Anello’s eyes were drawn to it; his heartbeat slowly steadied. The residual fear deep in his chest was replaced by safety and hope. The city’s protective enchantment appeared gentle and comforting, akin to a harbour in heaven.

Illuminating the city entrance, Anello began to seem less panicked. When the guards checked him, he produced unique imperial military credentials from under his clothing, bearing his name and identity.

Upon recognizing his rank, the guards immediately bowed and respectfully gestured for him to enter.

The city gate slowly opened before him, revealing the bustling streets, the vivacious market, and the vibrant buildings of Bonn City. An energetic city, a stark contrast from the silent tundra.

Anello inhaled deeply. His once chaotic heart was calm, every cell in his body rejoiced in this momentary peace.

He knew, he had escaped a disaster, but there was a more crucial task at hand.

The citizens continued to lead their lives in blissful obliviousness, unaware of the recent happenings beyond their city

If the High Priest Loren had not been stationed so close to the Xue Yuan Province, he would have elected more sacrifices, offering their slaughter as a testimony to the Bishop of Hegemony.

The closer to the city center he ventured, the more regular and solemn the buildings appeared.

One building, in particular, caught his eyes, the Temple of the Knights of Nirvana towering over the city centre.

The pinnacle of the temple rose high above the city, each stone holding a story of its own.

Anello revealed a hint of amusement upon sighting the temple.

He hastened to meet the Grand Priest who was stationed at the temple.

Seeing the Saint of Nirvana Anello, the Grand Priest’s eyes registered a hint of surprise, quickly turned into delight.

"Lord Anello, your arrival is an honour for the Xue Yuan Province."

The Grand Priest greeted.

"Your flattery is unnecessary; I must meet with the city’s governor. Now."

Anello spoke without patience for the Grand Priest’s pleasantries.

The Grand Priest appeared startled by Anello’s directness, indicating something of grave importance afoot. However, he quickly nodded his approval and lead Anello out of the temple.

"Of course, I will take you to the Governor’s Mansion."

He replied.

The temple was opulent, yet Anello remained unmoved. He followed the Grand Priest through the long corridor, making their swift exit..

Bonn City’s avenues were paved with snowy white bricks, lined with trees and flower beds. Although subject to ceaseless snow, the plants remained lush and vibrant.

As Anello and the Grand Priest passed, the pedestrians made way, moving off the streets.

"Really?"

Viscount Chinston raised his eyebrows in surprise.

But without wasting any more words, he only gave a slight nod, quickening his pace with a solemn expression, signifying Anello to continue following him, as if he understood the urgency of the situation.

The three men climbed the stairs to the third floor of the Governor’s Mansion. The carpet in the corridor was embroidered with golden emblems and badges, reflecting the brilliant will of the Xue Yuan. This floor was designated for discussing matters and housed the Governor’s Office, guarded by several elite guards from the province. The lighting was strategically placed in every corner, the dazzling chandelier on the high arched ceiling illuminating the entire corridor as bright as day.

Viscount Chinston’s group stopped before a large oak door. He pushed open the door, revealing a well-decorated office. Dark wooden wallpaper covered the walls and the bookshelves were filled with precious ancient books and files of the city-state.

And on the desk, lay a collection of neatly arranged pending documents and valuable magical devices.

One of these devices was the communication terminal that connected the governor’s office to the provincial relay hub.

Viscount Chinston gestured for Anello to move towards the communication terminal. "Lord Saint of Nirvana, please."

Anello acknowledged nonchalantly, then looked at Viscount Chinston and the Grand Priest without uttering a word.

The two men understood his gaze, saluted him, and retreated, shutting the door on their way out.

And so,

Only Anello was left in the spacious office.

He allowed himself to relax slightly.

The air was filled with a faint scent of deepwood, the wall-lamp lighting the room generously. Every inch of the Protoss Empire-styled decoration and layout demonstrated an orderly and solemn centre of power.

This was exactly the sense of safety and comfort that Anello needed amidst his flight and battles.

Stepping up to the communication terminal, he inserted the Imperial Army’s special [Encrypted Communication Program] into the terminal and started making the necessary contacts.

As he waited for the communication to connect, his heartbeat started to race.

Once he conveyed this news that could shake the entirety of the Protoss Empire, he would be credited greatly for it.

He would earn even greater trust and unfathomable prestige from the higher-ups of the Protoss!

A buzz and a beep came from the phone, signalling successful connection.

Anello’s mission was about to be completed, all the pressure and shadows behind him were dissipated by the sunlight at that moment, replaced by profound fulfilment and anticipation, it was as if after a long journey, he had finally found the oasis in his heart.

The next second.

A surprisingly gentle voice came from the telephone.

"Hello."

Early on, Anello was immersed in tranquillity, filled with hope. However, when the voice came,

A chill seemed to rush into Anello’s brain.

His hand trembled as if shocked by electricity, ready to drop the phone.

This voice did not resemble that of an officer from the Defence Department of Herram.

What terrified him even more was the fact that he seemed to have just heard this voice recently!