Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1471 - 852: The Bond Between the First and Second Popes of Holy Polante_6

Lanci is Sigrid's most solid barrier, and Sigrid has fists that can threaten Hesintos.

"..."

Despite Hesintos' unchanged expression, his eyes involuntarily trembled.

Sigrid suddenly realized that Hesintos seemed to have been critically hit.

"Ah!"

Lanci looked toward Hesintos with a hint of apology.

As if there was no other meaning.

"..."

But to Hesintos, that look seemed to be boasting — I have such a sister who loves me, do you?

"I'll make you suffer! Tear you to pieces! Cut you into a thousand pieces! Pulverize your bones!"

Hesintos roared furiously, stirring up endless circles of Sword Qi on the ground.

At this moment, the unseen Soul Space.

Talia watched Lanci and Sigrid fight hand in hand, while she could only observe closely, even lending her power to Lanci for better coordination with Sigrid, causing Talia to desperately want to find her good friend in Huadu, Countess Rosalinda, and gulp down a drink.

...

South side of the Holy Astore Barrier, two kilometers away from the battlefield.

Everyone watched with sweaty palms as Lanci and Sigrid battled Hesintos.

They were now racing against time.

Lanci's entry and Sigrid's collaboration successfully achieved more than the sum of their individual efforts, delaying Hesintos for nearly ten minutes.

Meanwhile, Loren's vital signs on their side were gradually stabilizing, but still needed time.

Continuing like this, Lanci and Sigrid aren't unable to maintain the hold.

However, Sigrid's body had visibly shrunk.

The Holy Polante II Pope's Tear is indeed a strong sustaining spell, in special circumstances it can even reverse aging, returning one to peak condition, but if the naturally young Sigrid uses it intensely, she'll gradually turn into a child.

Sigrid will struggle to adapt to combat with an infant's body, nearing the limit of the spell.

"I'll go help you hold him off."

The Second Army God Salon spoke up then, tightening the grip on his black longsword and headed inside the barrier.

"Good luck."

Tolyado, prepared to receive Lanci and Sigrid back, thanked Salon.

Apart from Sigrid, only someone like Salon at peak eighth-order might withstand two moves from Hesintos.

"Salon, the empire will still need you, don't die."

The Ninth Army God Ryan grabbed Salon's shoulder, advising with a reluctant gaze.

He knew how strong Hesintos was now, Salon's move would be dangerous. frёewebηovel.cѳm

"Don't worry, I haven't seen the Half-Witch section of 'Holy War Romance', I will hold on until Loren can rejoin the battle."

Salon assured them.

Now Lanci and Sigrid inside the battlefield seemed a bit overwhelmed, unable to smoothly intercept Hesintos' further advances toward the south.

"Damn."

Tolyado suddenly held Salon in high regard.

In the next moment, Salon had disappeared from where he stood.

Then, they saw a fleeting figure in black armor dart past, as Salon leaped into the battlefield with his sword.

He suddenly drew his sword, sending out a long-range Sword Qi slash that divided the battlefield between Hesintos and Sigrid.

Hesintos temporarily retreated, while Lanci picked up the now-smaller Sigrid, seeing Salon landed in front of them.

"Salon, you traitor, useless trash."

Hesintos looked at Salon, who had betrayed him, and coldly said.

"Hesintos, I'm very disappointed in you, from now on, we are enemies."

Salon once again assumed the stance of drawing his sword, signaling Lanci and Sigrid to leave first.

At the same time, the silver Spatial Gate beside Lanci and Sigrid opened, and Lanci knowingly jumped back into it, returning outside the south side of the Holy Astore Barrier.

The Spatial Gate seamlessly closed again.

All those guarding this side could only watch from afar the center of the battlefield two kilometers away, the life-and-death battle between Salon and Hesintos.

Southern edge of the Holy Astore Barrier.

"Whew..."

Lanci holding Sigrid returned to the temporary safe zone outside the barrier, as if finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.

He looked down at Sigrid in his arms, knowing well that in this current state Sigrid could not continue fighting, she was barely holding herself together before.

"Seems like a little rest is possible."

Exhaustion caused Sigrid to gradually close her eyes under the sound of Lanci's voice, holding onto his neck, ready to slip into a dream, taking a short nap.

This moment mirrored that time in the Snowfield of the Shadow World Eternal Night Land.

The previous battle, despite continuous recovery, excessive healing, life's close calls, Mana's depletion, and the clash of life-and-death battles had left her exhausted.

"How is Teacher Loren doing on that side?"

Lanci let Sigrid hold onto him, gently soothing her to rest like he did for Siegler, looking towards Migaya asking.

With consultations from Migaya, Bingxue Witch, and Antanas experts, Loren had been pulled back from the brink of death, perhaps soon to regain consciousness.

"Soon, attempts to awaken him are underway."

Migaya replied without looking up.

If they could hold off Hesintos a little longer, according to Lanci, once Loren revived, their last requirement for victory would be complete.

Leave the rest to Lanci, he would take charge.

"I'll leave Sigrid in your care, I need to recover some Mana, perhaps I might have to go once more."

Lanci knew he had to conserve a bit of Mana.

He set down the petite Sigrid, entrusting her to the re-summoned Talia.

At this moment, Sigrid had turned into a child just over ten years old.

Her expressionless yet lively appearance was still somewhat heroic, but her face was beauty in embryo, with light-colored long hair scattering like ribbons.

And those crystalline eyes, more like violets blooming in spring.

This sleep-deprived look closely resembled the eleven-year-old Siegler.

"You are..."

Hyperion looked at the small girl, she crouched down close, incredulously reaching out to touch Sigrid's face, asking in a daze,

"Siegler...?"

This time Hyperion finally no longer felt it was an illusion.

Previously, she just thought Sigrid resembled Siegler a lot.

Now seeing Sigrid in her ten-year-old form, she was unmistakably her Little Wolf Girl, returned.

"Uh..."

Sigrid averted her eyes, not acknowledging nor denying,

"We indeed were good sisters in the Shadow World..."

Sigrid murmured, her voice getting smaller, unsure if Hyperion would admit her as this sister.

"Uwu, Siegler, I miss you so much, I thought we were thousands of years apart, that I'd never see you again."

Hyperion hugged Sigrid tight, lifting her head and sobbing.

It was the emotion of regaining something lost, tears of joy.

"Siegler?"

Even Talia was extremely shocked, stood aside watching Hyperion and Sigrid embraced.

She felt as though the sky had fallen.

Her Siegler had been by their side all this time, yet they were always fighting for the man.

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