Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1472 - 853: Lanci’s Ultimate Torment of Hesintos

Talia's mood at this moment was overly conflicted.

She always regarded Siegler as a treasure she could no longer retrieve from her memories.

And the time spent with Sigrid in the same household made her consider Sigrid as a rival while also a close friend to play with.

Sigrid was too uninhibited with her, sincere and genuine.

Every day being inexplicably hugged and smelled by Sigrid twice, Talia felt troubled, thinking she was clearly not a cat, yet feeling Sigrid was unexpectedly a substitute for her treasure daughter Siegler.

Whenever she thought like this, Talia felt a bit guilty inside.

As it turned out, Sigrid was actually Siegler.

Now, combined with Sigrid's response and the recent spell [Holy Prant II Pope's Tear] used by Sigrid, it is evident that Holy Prant II Pope undoubtedly refers to Siegler, and the Siegler seen in the Shadow World last time was indeed Sigrid.

Talia finally understood why the Shadow World had always been missing a Challenger until the end last time.

Her expression showed confusion, not knowing how to manage her complex relationships with Lanci, Sigrid, and Hyperion in the future.

"Tata."

Just then, a childish voice brought her attention back.

Talia followed the voice and moved her gaze over.

Only to see the petite figure with arms open, reaching upward.

Just now, only Hyperion had embraced her, but Talia was still standing aside without hugging her.

"Ooh—"

Looking at the little Siegler wanting a hug, Talia finally couldn't resist and squatted down to embrace Siegler, rubbing her cheek against hers.

Future matters can wait, for now, she couldn't handle it and just wanted to hold Siegler tight.

"You're simply cheating, Siegler."

Talia grumbled.

"Hehe."

The young Sigrid closed her eyes wearily, emitting a dreamlike peaceful and muddled sound.

Once hugged by Talia, she completely couldn't resist the dreamland anymore.

The mature woman's warmth, softness, the faint floral scent between the hair tips, all enveloped her completely, making her feel genuinely.

This was a hug she had seldom experienced since birth.

Seeing Sigrid peacefully asleep, Hyperion also felt at ease.

It's gotta be Tata.

"Meow."

The Twelfth Army God Bianca stared at the trio, greatly shocked.

She probably could tell the relationship between these three women; anyway, they were rivals in love, but Bianca couldn't quite understand it.

Being the one involved, Professor Landry was wholly focused on the center of the battlefield, directly ignoring the Asura Field in the face of the final showdown.

This righteous aura made the Asura Field unable to touch him at this moment, naturally resolving it.

How did Professor Landry make his three fiancées live so harmoniously? Could the rumors about Saint Kray Monastery be true? But the rumored silver-haired wife and black straight-haired wife couldn't be found here, indicating the gossip had some truth and falsehood.

Bianca's head kept popping up with question marks.

"Even if Salon understands Hesintos's fighting style well, he saw Hesintos's full strength through two rounds of battle before, and like Sigrid, he cannot counter, but it's still hard to withstand Hesintos."

Ryan's worried voice pulled Bianca's attention back as she again focused on the battlefield.

Deep within the ruins of Cret Memorial Square, the eerie battlefield was shrouded with dark clouds, blocking out the sky and sun.

Thunder and lightning flashed in the sky, purple lightning streaked across, illuminating the battlefield in alternations of light and dark.

The vision turned into a chaotic blur.

The air was thick with the scent of blood and the smell of molten iron smoke.

Two figures clashed in a fierce exchange of sword strikes.

The Second War God Salon wore a suit of dark cloth armor, as ethereal as an illusion.

"Hesintos, this is my only time fighting you with killing intent."

Salon whispered to this once old friend.

"Just you? Dare to battle me?"

Hesintos's laugh was full of disdain, unreservedly displaying his contempt for Salon.

He swung the Seross Spirit Sword in his hand, slashing fiercely toward the ground, instantly, the earth beneath cracked in response, a deep-bottomless gap extended with dark golden Sword Qi spreading towards Salon.

Salon's pupils shrank; this was Hesintos's strongest Sword Qi, Ocean Cut.

The collapsed area within was like being crushed and deformed, anything falling into it would be shredded into powder.

Salon made a decisive move, leaping through the air like a meteor to evade the shattered ground beneath, promptly dropping countless intersecting black Sword Qi down from the sky, blocking Hesintos's pursuit.

Seeing this, Hesintos nonchalantly flipped his wrist, the Seross Spirit Sword transformed into countless remnants.

Salon's eyes tightened, he took a deep breath, gathering all his strength into his sword.

The next second, a dazzling Sword Qi burst forth from the tip of his sword, dispelling the surrounding illusions.

Salon swung his sword to form a massive crescent-shaped Sword Qi, colliding with Hesintos's attack.

The point of collision of Sword Qi, the air shattered, sparks flew. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

Seeing one blow didn't land, Salon didn't clinging to the fight, used the rebound force to flip in the air, distancing from Hesintos.

"Resign yourself, you won't escape."

Hesintos crazed and imperious.

He raised a hand and pointed, the ground suddenly showed a giant clock, its hands rotating quickly visible to the naked eye.

In an instant, the entire battlefield was divided into numerous narrow spaces by Sword Qi circles, each grid continuously changed, shifted, like a kaleidoscope.

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