Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

"Aren't you being a bit too rough?"

Sigrid tilted her head and looked at Lanci, asking him.

It was as if the skill was executed incorrectly.

"Just showing some tolerance."

Lanci replied.

He was delighted to see Lausang, not wanting to hit too hard.

"You two... are you looking down on me?"

Asksan's facial muscles visibly twitched, and a flash of shock and anger flickered in his previously cold and ruthless eyes.

As a renowned Sealing Master, he had never encountered this kind of sealing magic.

What puzzled him more was the sudden emergence of such an exceptionally gifted Sealer.

Before Asksan could finish speaking, the look in Sigrid's eyes had undergone a drastic change.

Those casual violet eyes were instantly covered in frost-like murderous intent, brimming with unwavering resolve and ferocity.

One moment she was trapped mid-air unable to move; the next, Sigrid transformed into a storm, driving her fist fiercely into Asksan's body.

Her furious strength instantly toppled the tower Asksan stood upon, collapsing like a surging tide.

The two Cardinal Bishops, having not faced each other for long, engaged once more at a speed faster than thunder, shaking the entire Bandera City!

The ground trembled violently, wide cracks opened on the stone-paved streets as if being swallowed; Ancient Helrom-styled buildings shattered in their clash, meticulously carved sculptures and stained glass windows shattered in an instant, fragments scattering with the wind.

"Sigrid!!"

In the ruins, the launched Asksan, with astonished eyes, reflected Sigrid's figure.

He clearly hadn't realized that this seemingly frail girl had such terrifying power.

But this time, once Asksan came to his senses, he would no longer give Sigrid a chance to ambush.

Even though infuriated Asksan endured a potentially lethal close hit, he was equipped with various damage-reducing and life-preserving gear.

He quickly stabilized his figure both on the ground and in mid-air, and the square magic insignia on his dark gray coat began to emit a dark purple lightning glow, reflecting the blazing fury in his eyes, as an invisible mana barrier unfolded before him to block Sigrid's punch, the metallic hums and airwaves once again stirred waves of shock.

"You're really haunting me, aren't you, Sigrid."

Inside the mana barrier, Asksan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, each word weighed down like a curse, cold and heavy.

Dense dark gray cut-lines of magic slashed the dim ground like sharp blades, sealing all the space between him and Sigrid.

"This time, I must personally defeat you."

Sigrid steadfastly launched a punch towards Asksan.

"Very well, this time let's settle all new and old scores together, thank you for walking right into my trap."

Asksan gradually calmed down, defending while subtly shifting his gaze towards another individual in the distance.

Sigrid even found a Sealer as an ally, someone who could make Sigrid so close, maybe this Wolf Girl had feelings.

The Seventh-order Sealer was also enveloped in the same disguise magic as Sigrid.

Even the most profound Demonic Breaking Technique could not see through his true identity, let alone guess his true identity in the Protoss Empire.

However, who Sigrid's boyfriend was didn't matter.

"Sigrid, who would've thought that one day you, too, would have feelings for someone. Let me fulfill that for you today."

Asksan glanced at the sky; there was still a long time before nightfall.

If today he could ensure both the Bishop of Hegemony and her little boyfriend fell here, this minor disturbance would not constitute any real change.

A bolt of lightning cut through the sky, illuminating the snow-pelting battlefield.

Behind the mana barrier, Asksan spread his palm, gathering a black vortex in his hand, an awe-inspiring magic power converging towards him, continuously compressed, ultimately forming an energy mass flickering with black electrical sparks.

It could engulf all surrounding light; if affected by this Eighth-order damage-seal magic, even the largest Imperial Army might instantly turn to ash.

"You truly are a Matchmaker, Asksan."

Sigrid could ignore Asksan's provocations, but hearing this sentence from him, she still couldn't completely hide her expression.

The violent air currents blew, even Lanci high above could feel it.

"Is this the strongest modern-day Sealer?"

At this moment, Lanci, already carried away from the battlefield's center by Cat Boss's telekinesis magic, overlooked the battle erupting at Bandera City's center from high above.

Through the swirling dust, Lanci could barely make out that Sigrid, facing Asksan, did not waver even a bit from this deadly ultimate magic.

She was surrounded by a pure and sacred glow, akin to the bright moon hanging high in the night sky, breaking through all seals blocking her with an unstoppable momentum.

Lanci floated high above, arms crossed, as the city's vehement collapse often obscured his view. Yet he remained unmoved.

In an instant, the entire upper region of Bandera City became a battlefield of chaos.

Powerful shockwaves continuously shook every inch of land; robust structures and towering towers were ravaged by the hurricane of smoke and ash, leaving only ruins.

The battle intensified, dense dust shrouded the entire city-state, flames, explosions, and the rumble of thunder merged, storm clouds spun and gathered in the sky, nature itself was astounded by the sudden outbreak of fierce battles, and the high-altitude air pressure soared as a result.