Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1468 - 852: The Bond Between the First and Second Popes of Holy Polante_3

Sigrid's pupils suddenly contracted, realizing Hesintos's intent.

"Despicable scoundrel!!"

She gritted her teeth, forcing her exhausted body to chase after him, blocking Hesintos's path.

"You wish!"

Sigrid roared, silver flames reigniting on her fist.

Hesintos sneered, abruptly changing his strategy.

He deliberately made a dashing move, luring Sigrid to fully pursue him, and Sigrid indeed had no choice but to take the bait.

And when she focused all her attention on blocking him, openings appeared on her body!

"What are you looking at? Watch carefully, it's here!"

Hesintos swiftly changed his technique, his longsword carving a dark golden slash, while simultaneously his clones launched chaotic attacks.

The multitude of clones he had summoned executed planar cuts, flitting around the battlefield like phantoms.

The sword qi ring he left earlier covered Sigrid at the same time.

With multiple slashes converging, Sigrid, who was too close, had no chance to dodge.

Sigrid realized she had fallen into a trap.

But this was her only choice.

Watching the dark golden slashes rapidly approaching, despair surged in Sigrid's heart; she could only grit her teeth and endure, unsure if her vitality could hold up.

Just as she was bracing for the pain.

A figure in white robes appeared on the battlefield, standing in front of Sigrid.

The person used their body purely to shield her from the slashing line.

With their back, they carved out a safe space where the slashes could not reach.

"Spirits of Cyrus, pass through him, empower your might, and shatter the woman behind him."

Hesintos immediately planted his sword into the ground, detonating much of the ground in front, while the Cyrus spirits behind him also emerged simultaneously, with their enhanced phantom sword energy aimed to pierce through the White Robed Pope's defense and reach the Sigrid behind him.

"What spirits are you?"

Lanci, through the silver-white mask back on his face, gazed down with ghostly green eyes at those Cyrus spirits, his tyrannical presence standing as if above ten thousand lives, unmoving.

In an instant, the spirits seemed suppressed by an overwhelming aura, not daring to approach the malevolent energy echoing across time and space, eventually dissipating.

Hesintos was surprised to discover that his sword lost much of its brilliance whenever it faced the White Robed Pope.

"Didn't you notice? This sword completely lost its effect the moment it first struck me."

Lanci and Hesintos faced each other from afar.

Seeing Lanci arrive at the battlefield from outside the barrier, everyone felt a little relieved for Sigrid.

"What kind of cowardly sword is this? When facing a spirit of higher rank, it can't exert any power."

Isatia seemed to have figured out that this sword was specifically a suppressing sword against civilians.

"How can someone possess themselves and become a spirit?"

Bianca could vaguely guess the reason for the White Robed Pope suppressing the Cyrus spirits through the conversations of the crowd, but she was still shocked.

"Lanci possesses 50% understanding of the Black Sun; even if he is not the Black Sun in the Shadow World, he is akin to half a Black Sun."

Hyperion explained to everyone, not to mention the Red Legend, which embodies the legendary legacy of the Black Sun Tyrant, resides on Lanci.

The legend of the Black Sun Tyrant had long been etched between the intersecting worlds of the present shadow, anchoring the world and traversing history.

Even if the Cyrus Spirit Sword was fully effective, it couldn't damage Lanci, hence at the outset of battling Lanci, Hesintos didn't realize—

The Saint Polante Pope is a legendary spirit who nearly unified the entire map in some super ancient times tens of thousands of years ago.

While the spirits within the Cyrus Spirit Sword, at most, established the Seross Empire, which covers less than one-fifth of the South Continent.

"The modern giant Cerryti Empire only occupies two-fifths of the South Continent, and as the predecessor and core of the Cerryti Empire, the Seross Empire had not yet unified the Elsayia Holy Domain and the Vensi Free Federation at that time, indeed covering less than one-fifth of the South Continent, and with the South Continent being smaller in area than the Northern Continent, compared to Holy Polante Theocracy, in history, the Seross Empire is not on the same level at all."

The Bingxue Witch calculated the imperial rank, and indeed, Lanci had the right to ask the other, "What champion are you?"

...

On the Bulida Battlefield.

Not until the sword qi dispersed did Sigrid, with her heart pounding, realize she was unharmed.

"Sigrid, I am here to protect you."

The pope, wearing the silver-white mask, returned to the battlefield once more, speaking to the one behind him.

Sigrid, pressing against Lanci's back, was in a daze as she gazed at the reliable figure shielding her under the sunlight.

"Lanci..."

The heart she had been holding felt as if it found a resting place; even in the life-and-death battlefield, she found that long-lost sense of peace.

In the distance, Hesintos looked at the suddenly appearing White Robed Pope, frowning.

"It's you again?"

Seeing this guy aggravated Hesintos.

Unlike Loren, who despite being ninth-order would still suffer from his victories.

This White Robed Pope was mysteriously excessive, no matter how hard he was hit, he remained unscathed, and he couldn't even find his casting actions to interrupt them, as if he were a ghost.

"What, are you afraid of me?"

Lanci asked Hesintos with a smile.

"Ha, you're really more arrogant than anyone."

Hesintos chuckled upon hearing the White Robed Pope's words,

"You're just a fish on the chopping board, merely the one squirming the most lively, it's just right to strip your scales now."

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