341.Chapter 336 – How could Ranchina be the Imperial Governor?

Chapter 336 – How could Ranchina be the Imperial Governor?

The Southern Continent, situated on the southern edge of the Knox Mountain Range, is the Overlord Krizan Empire.

Located in the southern hinterland of the empire’s imperial capital Brilda, its prosperity and beauty is by no means inferior to the empire along the mountains and the coast of any city, the towering classical style buildings are scattered in every corner of Brilda, the city state center Memorial Square is surrounded by white monuments and styles of dark gray heroes statues, the artistic atmosphere is very strong.

Every March and April, when the warm spring arrives and the climate becomes warm and bright, the air begins to fill with the scent of flowers and deep music.

Even at sunset the city looks like a pure heaven, with the light of dusk, the scent of a rosebush, or the soft music of a troubadour, or the chirping of birds in a conservatory, reflected in the wide streets.

As night approached, the town hall was illuminated by lamps, and the sound of music muffled the dry movement of the gold-decorated side doors as they opened.

Into the sumptuous interior, through a corridor, down the stairs, until the inward side of a basement-level office, another door opened, and further in.

The narrow passageway was not friendly to the taller or fitter, and after a few twists and turns and about three or four hundred steps, the sound finally dissipated and shut out completely, revealing a new space.

In the depths of the underground of the Kryptonian Empire lies a palace forgotten by time, a center of power buried deep beneath the ground, with only magic subtly shedding a hazy starlight into this misty space.

On either side of the stone street, buildings are constructed from rocks steeped in history, and at its end, the castle stands, its obsidian facade glimmering with a cold light.

A figure, cutting through the ancient metropolis cut off from the outside world, approached the castle’s gates, and after passing through the finely carved corridors, he slowly pushed open the black iron door to the magnificent council chamber.

The hall was cold and dim, with candles in the dome replacing daylight.

The center of this illustrious hall was occupied by the banquet table, flanked on either side by thirteen high-backed chairs topped with scarlet jeweled totems symbolizing their owners.

The Marquess of Heritier sat in the seventh chair, her ten fingers flat on her lap, her eyes tightly closed, silent as a rock, the only candle flame insufficient to illuminate her, but instead turned her reflection pitch black, only the mole of tears under her eyes clearly visible.

“Why aren’t you awake today?”

The visitor asked as he removed his smoky-stained military gown and looked into the face of the Marquis of Heritier.

“There was a battle in the north of the Protoss Empire that shouldn’t have happened.”

Marquis Heritier murmured, like she was still peering through a hazy fog.

“Rear Admiral Van Recu and the Silent Bishop?”

The robust young man who came to the great hall leaned on the eighth high-backed chair on the side opposite Margrave Heritier, the corner of his mouth hooked up with a hint of arrogant madness belonging to an absolute powerhouse.

He had long since heard Marquis Heritier say that a key point in the short-term turmoil of the Northern Continent would occur– the

After Major General Fan Leiku of the Protoss Empire was killed by Silent Bishop Ascension, if no one in the empire noticed this change and the truth was buried, then it was likely that this would be the beginning of the gradual breakup of the Protoss Empire.

However, this kind of change of heart in a lowly racial nation had long been nothing unusual in his opinion.

Even if those guys in the world today who were called the Cardinals of the Church of the Resurrection were strong, they were just pathetic creatures that would turn to dust in just a hundred years, and were far from being on the same level of existence as them.

The only thing worth paying attention to was the group of things behind the scenes that guided the Silent Bishop to kill Major General Van Reycu.

Once the Marquis of Somerset awakened, the world was actually separated into two continents, north and south, after 10,000 years.

After they reintroduced the Blood Moon back to the southern continent, the next step, sooner or later, was to touch base with that group of truly troublesome things in the northern continent.

It was just that both sides now knew in their hearts that at this point in time, there was no need to spend too much effort to interfere with the distant other continent, and that it was more important to put their strength in front of them.

“Major General Fan Leiku should have already been killed by Ascension, and this battle is Silent Bishop Ascension …… Hegemonic Catholic Sigrid …… Apostle should also have intervened… …In the end, everything ended in flames.”

Heritier’s cool voice corrected.

“……”

The Marquis of Somerset, sitting across from him, fell into silence.

“Like the Eighth Order Epic Spell [Great Destruction] of the Southern Continent’s Destruction Bishop Ivanoth ……”

The last words added by Marquis Heritier were also filled with uncertainty.

Because it didn’t make sense for Ivanoth to appear in the Northern Continent at this time of the day.

If Bishop Ivanoth the Destroyer no longer kept an eye on each other with Loren, the High Priest of the Church of the Goddess of Fate, it would likely cause Loren to head towards the center of the southern continent and sneak into the Kingdom of Aloran to help the Immortal Sword Emperor Juliana eliminate the Decaying Bishop Famer, and a new imbalance would be created.

“Did you completely fail to see the situation this time in your earlier divination?”

Marquis Somerset asked again.

Divination system magic would have caused the content of the divination to deviate from the results of what actually happened in the present world due to various plural interferences.

Heritier’s prediction of the situation in the southern continent would be far more accurate than her prediction of the northern continent, in addition to the geographical distance which increased the consumption of magic and limited the content, it would also be due to the interference of the prophet in the northern continent and the bias would be caused by the interference of the prophet, but there is a sequence, if Heritier saw it before the prophet acted, it may be due to the influence of the prophet’s actual action and lead to a serious inaccuracy, if it was If Heritier saw it after the Prophet’s action, the probability is that it will be more accurate in the short term.

This battle should be regarded as a big event in the northern continent, but until it happened, Heritier had never seen half a shadow in the prophecy.

It made the Marquis of Somerset wonder if the Prophet had gotten stronger again and could even blind Heritier.

Marquis Heritier pondered for a long time, she slowly raised her head, the pupils of her crimson eyes flickering slightly in the darkness.

“It doesn’t matter, no matter how the changes are over in the northern continent, it won’t affect Duke Rachael.”

Neither her nor the Prophet’s divination was effective against the Ninth Order, and all Ninth Order existences were idiosyncratic factors outside of the divination system’s spells.

With the Third Patriarch, Duke Rachael, in the Blood Clan, there was no need to worry about the Prophet, who was far away in the North Continent, reaching out to the South Continent.

“Soon we will be able to regain the land that belongs to us, and this, is just the first step.”

Heritier’s voice left echoes in every corner, cold and powerful, as if announcing an irreversible finality to her fellow Patriarchs who were about to return here in the near future.

……

North Continent, Protoss Empire. The imperial capital of Helom, the lowest level of the Empire’s Eternal Frozen Prison.

Prisoners confined to this level are dressed in straitjackets, their hands and feet, and even their heads are fixed inside the blockade boundary, and even below their eyes, they are stuck in a mask, and their jaws can’t be opened for half a minute, with only a few gaps left for them to breathe.

A demon’s eyes opened.

Even the boundary couldn’t hide his magic power fluctuations that would make ordinary humans instinctively feel fear, and the long, thin, cool eyes contained an unnamable mist.

“……”

The direction he looked in was none other than the north of the Empire.

He then closed his eyes once again.

……

At this moment, the snowy plains thousands of kilometers north of Helom in the Protoss Empire.

The originally silver-white snowy ground had become scorched black, the ice turned into steam in the instant of the explosion, the clear lake was vaporized by the high temperature of the explosion, leaving only a dry riverbed and a dead silence, and the snow on the peaks of the mountains melted, forming a silver-white waterfall that constantly washed over the scorched ground.

The glorious city of Bandera, once situated on the snowy plains of this border, was now gone.

The towering towers, bustling markets, and magnificent temples of the past, everything had been reduced to ashes, and even though the devastating explosion that had exceeded common sense had ended a long time ago, the sky was still intertwined with dust and smoke, and the light had been blocked out, leaving only a dim yellow.

On the ground, lava-like flames spread everywhere, heat waves swept around, making the air become unbearably hot, near the original location of the city gate, a huge unnatural crater whose depth is difficult to estimate, filled with a pungent smoky odor.

Only the wind chanted, as if in mourning for all this, and as if the suffering souls trapped in this dead city had finally been freed and headed for the land of heaven.

At the center of the explosion, the soil around its edges still red and emitting a faint ruddy light, a pillar of dark smoke suddenly rose from the center of the crater, intertwining with the dust around it like a black hand trying to grab the last ounce of life in this land of the dead and crawling out from it.

The black-robed figure’s originally gloomy robes were now shattered, revealing the scars on his body, and that originally lacquered robe was now the color of dust and smoke, with only those intricate magical coats of arms on the robes still flickering faintly, and even under the mist that covered his face, the pupils of his eyes, which were faintly shimmering with a ghostly light, were exposed.

And the originally tall and majestic figure of the Silent Bishop now appeared somewhat weak, those deep eyes now filled with blood.

Around the two of them, the scorching fluctuations still hadn’t stopped, and at the moment of that explosion, they had done their best to cast the most powerful shield spells, along with their life-preserving base cards before they were able to fend off this destructive strike at extremely close range.

Nevertheless, both of them suffered incomparably serious injuries.

The black-robed man coughed a few times, trying to stabilize his breathing, while the Silent Bishop folded his hands together, chanting some kind of uncommon incantation in a low voice, and his body began to shimmer with a faint aura, easing his injuries.

The two were separated by a distance of tens of meters, like a tacit understanding.

Perhaps after such a long time had passed, it was still possible for the Bastardly Saint Son to be caught up by them, but now that they were in a state to chase after them again, no one knew if they would be counter-killed.

What made the two of them scornful was that the Bastard Heavenly Saint Son had a seventh-ranked large-scale wind magic that was able to carry through the explosion peacefully.

This mysterious Bastard Heavenly Saint Son had more secrets on him than they could imagine, and there might be a seventh-ranked mysterious existence hidden in him.

At this point, a Seventh Order was enough to kill them.

“Ascension, I’ll leave first.”

The black-robed man’s voice was much hoarser.

Now he was unwilling to travel with Asksan anymore.

Even though he and Asksan still couldn’t see a winner at this moment, but after all, this was the territory of the Protoss Empire, and the [Abyssal Black Worm] had fallen into a state of damage, even if he wanted to repair it, I’m afraid that he would have to find a top-notch card maker and spend quite a bit of time before he could possibly fix it, there was no need for him to stay here any longer, and there were more important things to attend to.

That wolf-type summon was too evil, not only could it seal other summons, it could also blow up other magic cards in the sealed state along with it.

“In a month’s time, remember to honor your first promise.”

Ascension actually still emitted a biting smile and said as he looked towards the black-robed man’s distant back.

“Don’t worry, everything is still within the trajectory set by the Prophet, no harm, no foul, as long as you can successfully complete the closing work.”

The black-robed man responded.

But then he thought again, and tentatively turned back.

“Do you know the true identity of the Bastard Saint Son? I can confirm that he is not a member of Duke Berenhard’s family.”

The black-robed man looked towards Ascension, who had never heard of such a sealer in the Protoss Empire.

Logically, its identity disguised in society shouldn’t be too high-profile, as the Church of the Resurrection was still an evil organization that the Protoss Empire had severely cracked down on as early as a few months ago.

However, someone with such a talent for sealing magic shouldn’t be completely unable to reveal his or her combat skills.

Now the bad part was more than just having him escape with the Hegemonic Catholic Sigrid, or even failing to see his true colors.

“It doesn’t matter who he is, Sigrid is no longer a threat now, and it’s unlikely that this power of her holy son will be used in the metropolis of the Protoss Empire near the central territory.”

Ascension shook his head, he was the one who was more interested in finding out who the Saint Son of Bastion really was, than the Apostle.

“Don’t worry, I won’t let him get out of the northern blockade of the empire.”

Asksan said to the black-robed man with a cold look on his face.

The entire northern part of the empire was still the home ground of his Silent Branch.

Although it was unlikely that the Bastard Sacred Son had any other prominent status or connections in the Protoss Empire, after all, that was always the rule of their Church of the Resurrection.

But all the variables were based on the premise that he could bring Sigrid back to the imperial capital!
(End of chapter)