Siegler's gaze pierced through layers of obstruction, locking eyes with Lankros, situated high above.
In an instant, ti and space seed to pause, all sounds falling silent.
Only the two souls yet to determine victory or defeat stood in silent opposition amidst the flow of history, as the final mont of judgnt arrived.
"You're no longer worthy to address by that na."
Siegler gripped her sword tightly, took resolute steps, and without looking back, began ascending the stairs toward the throne.
With every step, she drew closer to the fallen tyrant, determined to strip away his rotting flesh and reveal the truth to the world.
"Oh? It seems my leniency has emboldened you, you foolish little wild wolf."
Suddenly, a clap of thunder bood as torrential rain poured down outside the Papal Hall, splattering against the marble floor and raising misty veils.
"I am no longer your little wild wolf."
Lightning tore across the sky, illuminating Siegler's face through the Rose Window.
Her silhouette flickered and in an instant, she was before Pope Lankros, launching an assault at him.
"That's not for you to decide. Your life was given by , and I can reclaim it at any mont."
The Pope's scepter lifted, and a dazzling dark light descended from the sky, enveloping Siegler within.
She clenched her teeth, both hands wielding her sword to shatter the Pope's Dark Magic. Blades clashed, her imnse strength striking at the Pope, the scepter colliding with the longsword in a deafening roar.
Yet the Pope had already fortified his black-fog bone scepter with Psychic Power. The two formidable forces wrestled, evenly matched.
When the Firmant Shield Formation and the support of the Priests arrived, the Pope's steps began, almost imperceptibly, to falter.
"Lankros, you've grown much too weak. You cannot defeat now!"
Siegler shouted.
"Foolish girl, you're not nearly ready to defeat ."
The White Robed Pope sneered with contempt,
"How can a re mortal body challenge the authority of the Holy Pope!"
He raised a free hand, within which a dazzling black radiance coalesced, countless chains bursting forth and heading straight for Siegler's limbs.
Siegler's strength surged once again as she gritted her teeth and pressed her sword down on the Pope.
The Pope was unperturbed, a tap of his scepter unleashing Psychic Power that repelled Siegler with a burst of energy.
In a critical mont, chains yanked Siegler away from the throne, slamming her to the ground and causing the entire Temple to tremble.
What's more, the Pope's combat experience was unmatched by anyone; he was enveloped in an invisible yet unbreakable shield.
No matter how Siegler empowered her sword, her counter-attack while being pulled by the chains only caused ripples across the surface of the shield.
"Siegler, if you submit to once more, you'll still be my beloved daughter. I will cherish you even more, forgiving your betrayal."
The Pope opened his arms, raised them high, looking down at Siegler on the steps with a gentle gaze, as if offering an embrace, yet also seeming to conquer her.
"..."
Siegler stood steadily from the rubble, her eyes revealing an almost irresistible turmoil, as if she was about to yield to the Pope's temptation, to throw herself into his arms and overthrow him.
Then she violently shook her head, regaining her resolute intent to kill.
Siegler once again charged at the Pope head-on.
"Don't let his Spiritual Magic disturb you!"
This ti, freed from the Black Knights, the Paladin Commander and the Judgnt Chief flanked the Pope from both sides, attacking in a pincer move.
They were certain that Siegler had almost been enchanted by the Pope's cunning and wicked Spiritual Spell.
"Exactly!"
Siegler hypocritically agreed, though inwardly admitting that the Pope had not used any spells on her.
Her arm thrust forward, her purple eyes bursting with light, her fist, like lightning in the night sky, determined to claim the Pope's life with this strike!
The Judgnt Chief gave no chance for the Pope to evade as his massive figure, wielding his war hamr, once again arrived before the Pope.
Now revealing his intent to kill, his armor glowed with a faint red hue, as scorching and fierce as flas.
The Paladin's Spell of Constraint followed swiftly, leaving the Pope with no escape.
Buzz!!
Siegler's fist felt as though it had struck an invisible wall; beneath the throne, the ground began to burst with rising black mist and tallic humming as waves of air surged.
In haste, the Holy Polante Pope was forced to take a head-on, double Eighth-order offensive.
Inside the Mana Barrier, the Pope's black Magic Power cut through the floor of the Throne Hall like a blade, sealing off all the space between the rebels and himself.
Facing three adversaries alone, his offensive and defensive positions reversed as his forr comrades' burgeoning hatred scorched him.
Beneath his silver mask, his green eyes montarily lost focus.
As if recalling a scene from the past, his movents halted.
And the once invincible shield outside his robe began to crumble.
"Your ti has co, Pope."
Lurking in the shadows, a Royal Family Eighth-order assassin swiftly notched and fired several arrows at the Saint Polante Pope.
The arrows' hisses through the air were piercingly sharp.
Each arrow shot unerringly, and even the Saint Polante Pope struggled to deflect them all.
Several arrows pierced through the Pope's robes with a "sizzle", blood splattering.
The Pope clutched his shoulder, staggering back several steps.
"Now, Siegler!"
The Paladin Commander shouted.
Understanding the command, Siegler drew her sword again, her white Knight's robe fluttering through the air. She moved like a soaring dragon, her sword aid directly at the Pope's brow.
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