485. Chapter 476: I am, Rocky McCarthy.

Chapter 476: I Am, Rocky McCarthy
The great battle that erupted in the Desperate Arena caused every powerful person in the seats of Franklin Hall to be in a state of extreme thrill.

Even though the Desperate Arena isolated the sound out of fairness to prevent interference and support from outside the boundaries, the mere sight of the white light in the silence of the magical aftermath that the boundaries were blocking from pummeling their faces sent chills down the spines of this group of powerful nobles.

For beings of the sixth rank and below, the battles of the eighth rank were like the wrath of a god, and any being caught in them would be crushed in an instant.

The three demons of different forms approached towards Ascension, turning into an impenetrable front.

They were both a solid shield for Sigrid and a deadly spear for Askissant.

The vanguard demon was the most nimble and agile, and even if she had no weapon in her hand, any movement could bring an invisible blade, accompanied by an ear-splitting cracking sound, leaving clear cut marks on the ground.

The center guard demon was mysterious, its blurred figure’s body seemed to be made of the water of the abyss, with deep black fluctuations constantly.

As long as he stood in the middle, no matter what Ascension’s attack and defense intentions were, he seemed to be able to see through them and accurately pass them on to the other two demons, and as the pivotal commander, he occasionally summoned a wide range of darkness capable of swallowing up everything, in order to drag Ascension into the endless abyss.

The demon in the last row appeared to be lazy, but in fact, with a flick of her palm, she covered the Desperate Arena with spell seals, which rapidly rotated and merged in the air to form an impenetrable floating barrier, precisely protecting the other two demons against Ascension’s fierce counterattacks.

The silhouette of Silent Bishop Ascension traveled through the Desperate Arena.

Facing the siege of the three demons, he appeared extremely wretched, each dodge filled with desperate persistence.

Even the noble lords in the seats who didn’t understand magic could see at this moment that Ascension had very little hope of winning if he fought like this.

“Is this really a summoner fighting a sealer?”

Some nobles in the audience couldn’t help but voice out such doubts.

Generally speaking, Summoner combat required the Summoner himself to serve as the tactical commander, doing his best to apply battle commands and gain magic to the Summoner, while the main body could also participate in the combat and give interference to the opponent.

These three summons, on the other hand, seemed to have complete self-awareness and were determined to bring Ascension to its death!
“I always felt like this was a rogue siege, but I have no proof.”

“But if you look at Asksan’s expression that’s so angry that he’s breaking into a rage, he also seems to think that Sigrid isn’t in a one-on-one fight.”

There was a lot of talk in the seating area of the Congress Hall.

At this moment, the female demons in the back row had already used light blue magic to construct a translucent bar and seats, inviting Sigrid to sit down and waiting on the side like a bartender for Sigrid’s dispatch, displaying their professional nature.

If it wasn’t for the fact that drinks couldn’t be brought in the Desperate Arena, she was afraid that she would have already started mixing Sigrid’s drinks.

“Look at that, the magic is so bright.”

“Indeed, but the King did corroborate with us that if magic of the seventh order and above is used as fireworks or a light show within the city limits of his hometown, you have to pay a hefty fine even if it doesn’t result in public damage, and once a friend of his who was also a mentor got fined a lot of money by the city hall for forcibly removing the boundaries in order to stop a school rodeo that got caught up in an accident. ”

“That’s a powerful enough friend of his then. By the way, how could a campus athletic event get into an accident of this magnitude?”

“Wang didn’t say.”

Sigrid then did nothing, sitting on a chair and watching Asksan in the distance being chased by two eighth-rank epic demons, occasionally having a shallow conversation with the demon beside her.

On the other side, Ascosan was surrounded by three great demons, and even if he exploded in anger and wanted to call Sigrid shameless, he had no time to vent his emotions anymore.

All his anger turned into a sardonic smile.

Because at this moment, Sigrid thought that she had won, but in reality, she didn’t know what was going to happen next!
On the outside of the Desperate Arena, on the right side of the Council Hall, on the seat of the Silent Grand Cleric.

A figure was ostensibly watching the fierce battle that erupted in the center of the hall intently.

Mixed in with the tense and expectant atmosphere of the hall, this Silent Grand Cleric’s behavior appeared even more secretive and deep.

His mental calculations were hidden behind this desperate battle, waiting for the right moment to display his killing moves.

The doppelganger that Ascension left outside the arena, his eyes constantly wandered across the upper left slice of Franklin Hall.

There sat the southern nobles of the House of Lords.

Though it was a bit difficult to divide his mind to the alter’s side of the battlefield’s outside world, Askisan was already sure that the magical aura was somewhere within his own peripheral range.

Analyzing the magical fluctuations on the suspects one by one in the vast Franklin Hall, sooner or later, he would be able to sift through the Bastard Saints based on their magical characteristics.

By inference.

Ascension thought that the greatest likelihood of the Bastard Saint Son was a minor noble.

The probability of him being in the House of Lords was greater than the probability of him being in the House of Commons.

Next, the Saint Son of the Bastard Sky had the greatest probability of being in the southern circle of nobles, followed by the east, and finally the northern nobles.

So one should start looking in the southern nobles first. It would still take a little bit of time, and it would be enough to hold off those three demons in the battlefield for a little while longer.

The foolish Sigrid and her three demonic hawk dogs didn’t realize what was going to happen later.

The moment they found the Bastardly Saint Son would be the moment he would reverse the victory and make Sigrid repent for the rest of her life!
Inside the Desperate Arena, rich gray magical power constantly shone around Ascension’s main body, condensing into sealing runes, and under his control, he shifted from an offensive to a defensive counterattack, fending off the three demons’ siege as best he could.

However, the three demons’ fighting style was extremely cunning and brutal, as they were like predators in the darkness, launching surprise attacks on Ascension from all angles.

The sturdy barrier of the Boundary Demon, the sharp blades of the Cutting Demon, and the endless darkness of the Abyssal Demon, each round of organized and disciplined attacks consumed Ascension’s physical strength and mana.

They were clearly living beings, not summons!

The summons would have come to fight him long ago.

And these three demons didn’t even want to trade lives for lives, purely wanting to wear him out without injury.

Unfortunately, this was a bad move!
The battle continued, the boundary was filled with thick smoke and sporadic fire like a cast iron field, Ascension’s body was bruised and battered, but his eyes were burning with fire.

After several exchanges, Asksan suddenly enlarged the range of his sealing spells, and several sealing spell formations instantly overlapped around him, forming a huge disk-shaped boundary.

When the demons’ attacks struck the boundary, the runes on the boundary reacted as if they were living creatures, absorbing and transforming the attacks and reflecting them back towards the demons.

The reflective power of the boundary was exceptionally strong, and even the three demons felt wary that it might be more appropriate to wait for the boundary to naturally weaken and fail than to force it to break.

Under the command of the center demon, the attack of the three demons changed to preparation and control, no longer as wild and unrestrained as before.

By now, this desperate battle had already reached a white-hot stage, and every collision between the two sides might decide the winner in the next moment.

This was the key defensive sealing technique that Ascension finally used, which only bought him a few seconds of full concentration off the field.

The doppelganger he had left in the Silent Archprelate’s seat on the outside of the arena was already frowning.

Something wasn’t right.

How was it that none of the seats across the street in the southern and Bastard branches could match the magic frequency?
The eastern ones were also sifted, and since the eastern nobles and councilors’ seats were farther away, there were very few suspects.

Could it be that he’s actually hiding in the northern seats?

And he’s hiding.

Ascension always felt that the Hegemony Saint Son was closer to him than he thought.

That feeling was like itching on one’s own body, but not being able to feel exactly where the itch was, and every time he scratched it, the position was a little bit off, as if he had completely reversed the position.

The more he thought about it, the more anxious he became, making the arm of Ascension’s bilocation tremble a little.

Just at this time.

The Ascension doppelganger felt a wave of magical breath that hitched onto his body as if it were a silk thread.

The frequency of this magical energy was the very same Bastard Saint Son he was looking for!
For the weak, even a single gaze cast on a strong person would create a fluctuation of magic and be counter-scouted by the strong.

An eighth-ranked mage like Ascension, who was extremely sensitive to magic, would instantly be able to detect that subtle change in magic just now-

It was as if the Overwhelming Saint Son, for some reason, was actively observing himself at this moment!
Good fellow, you even dare to throw yourself into the net right?

Although he didn’t know for what purpose the Bastard Heavenly Saint Son wanted to probe himself at this moment, Ascension was very sure that he was the only one who could feel that rough and childish fluctuation of magic power, and that the other party hadn’t even realized that this secret observation had already been detected by him, Ascension!

The Bastard Saint Son was right behind himself.

Finally, finding you!
Ascension laughed, a cruel smile hooked at the corner of his mouth, an expression of a hunter who had discovered the weakness of his prey.

He slowly turned his head back.

Finding a pair of emerald green eyes gazing at him.

The confused and concerned look was like asking, Sir, are you not feeling well?
The moment.

Ascension’s doppelganger’s eyes widened.

Because the person he saw was–

Rocky McCarthy!

(End of chapter)