Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 831 - 688: The Heir to Lanci, the Legendary Sealing Master

The entire Floral City Pariel was still shrouded in chaos and fear as it neared five o’clock in the morning.

The few remaining streetlights swayed in the wild wind, like dying candles and could go out at any moment.

Panic-stricken crowds filled the shelters and the temple.

"Mommy, will a hero come to save us?"

A mother and daughter hid under a narrow porch, the little girl clutching her teddy bear tightly, tears carving streaks down her delicate face.

"Someone will."

Her mother held her tight, her eyes hollow as she comforted in a trembling voice.

The moment she heard that Loren’s appearance was a misunderstanding, hope burst like a bubble.

At this moment, most citizens in the temple were in a state of deep dejection.

At the other end of the temple, paladins were struggling to carry their injured comrade to a safe place.

Their faces were covered in sweat and dust, and each step they took was incredibly difficult.

"What’s the situation over at the North Shore?"

The injured priest moaned nonstop as blood flowed from a wound on his forehead.

"It’s not clear, now even the frontline reporters are giving conflicting accounts, but it seems it’s indeed not the Great Priest who has come."

Though they wanted to offer their companions some reassuring words, the reality was harsh.

If Loren truly had descended, it wouldn’t be Perlman chasing after Loren, but a storm sweeping through the entire Floral City Pariel.

Just then, another blinding flash of lightning streaked across the night sky, illuminating the entire city-state.

"It’s an Eighth-order battle, a newly confirmed unidentified Eighth-order has begun to confront Perlman!"

With a complex expression, the priest seemed to know the answer but hesitated to speak of some ominous and taboo words.

"The ’Original Stone Tablet- Sealed’, according to our intelligence, its current holder is Cardinal Bishop Askesan of the Rebirth Church from the Northern Continent..."

Bishop Askesan of Annihilation, a symbol of fear, despair, and torment.

As one of the highest-ranking Cardinal Bishops of the Rebirth Church, each sealing skill and curse he controlled had sowed seeds of death across the world.

His terrifying prowess was, for the people of the Northern Continent, no less a threat than Perlman, who at the moment nearly seemed ready to slaughter the entire city.

It is said that Askesan’s sealing skills silently yet more fatally than any offensive magic could turn a thriving metropolis into a silent Purgatory within hours. Neither the strong nor the weak could escape his banishment; the Cardinal Bishop had no sympathy, no humanity in his eyes, only a pathological obsession with death and annihilation.

The Bishop of Annihilation was feared by the beings of the Northern Continent, and even his infamy had reached the South Continent.

"But wasn’t Askesan rumored to have died?"

"Maybe the intelligence was fake? He’s actually still alive?"

Asked the confused and alarmed crowd.

There had been rumors from the Northern Continent of uncertain truth, mentioning a great battle among the bishops of the Rebirth Church.

A clash of bishops for succession in the Rebirth Church might have happened not long ago.

Now, with the situation in Floral City Pariel turned utterly chaotic—first Loren, now mysterious figures appearing one after another—truth and fiction were indistinguishable.

But regardless, they could only hope that the strong figure who had appeared would be able to stop Perlman.

"Why, first Loren, and now Askesan?"

Sitting on the long bench, the Platinum Level Card Maker Bruden pushed his glasses up and muttered to himself with a frown.

He too was protected in the temple as soon as Poseen Kingdom got the news.

As a Platinum Level Card Maker from the Arolan Kingdom, he had access to much more information about the South Continent’s situation than the ordinary citizens and priests.