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The towering Divine Descendant Hall in the snow reaches into the clouds.
The originally crystalline surface still emits a dazzling golden glow, as if molten lava is flowing within it.
This is the miraculous stone that remains immortal after enduring the baptism of billions of years.
But at this mont, the structure is struck and echoed by the various forms of Gaiat's figure.
Enraged to the extre, Gaiat took several near-fatal consecutive pursuits in close range, but with substantial damage reduction and life-saving equipnt, his body was not knocked back again. He quickly stabilized his form between the ground and mid-air, dark purple fog formations started to erupt around him, like the anger in Gaiat's eyes, the invisible mana barrier before him resisted Sigrid's fist, his form dissolving the sound of concealnt and the air waves rolling away in circles again.
"Too despicable, Sigrid!"
After resisting Sigrid's attack, Gaiat continued to flee, every word he spat out resembling a curse, the thick and cold magic power cutting through the dim mountain terrain like a blade, striving to use illusion techniques and sealing skills to block all space between Sigrid and himself.
This woman is too terrifying.
Impossible to withstand.
From the mont he understood the lane-switching tactics of Sigrid and Tolyado succeeded, Gaiat knew that this woman was here to kill him.
His form concealed, breath chaotic, his body sowhat faltering, snow mist casting shadows on his face, making him even paler and more haggard.
"What exactly does this thing eat to grow..."
Gaiat muttered through gritted teeth, his voice deep and hoarse, the malice evident from his tone.
He had fought such opponents with just stats and no chanisms before.
For instance, the Guardian Sword Saint of the Arolan Kingdom, Juliana who holds the [Original Tablet-Rebirth].
He could easily suppress the opponent, leaving them utterly defenseless.
The chanism of the Bishop of Hegemony was even simpler than Juliana's.
The problem was that the Bishop of Hegemony's stats were too high.
As if filled by the Moon Goddess's foot, the aura on that body extraordinarily resembling Violet's.
Not human at all, impossible to block.
Violet was also a stat monster, yet she had chanisms, and Gaiat never understood why Violet, a Priest, had stamina and strength almost comparable to a warrior.
It was quite reasonable the Wolf Clan, a perfect race with only strengths and no weaknesses, went extinct, for their very existence was too excessive!
"As long as I reach that place...!"
Gaiat fled desperately, praying for Salon to breakthrough Tolyado as soon as possible, or better yet, for Hesintos to defeat Loren quickly, now feeling distinctly that Hesintos and Loren were engaged at Cret morial Square at the Bulida Center, that terrifying Divine Era slash force, like the wrath of a deity.
And he must stall before Sigrid catches up.
He still had an empty Epic Equipnt Card he hadn't retrieved.
Laying at the very bottom of the Divine Descendant Hall.
[Phantom Realm]
[Category: Equipnt Card]
[Grade: Orange Epic]
[Attribute: Seal/Illusion]
[Tier: 8]
[Effect: Can drag the target into a phantom barrier, continuously summoning phantom void creatures inside the barrier to assist in battle. If the opponent is successfully controlled for more than five seconds, they can be left in the Phantom Realm; the Phantom Realm cannot be used again until it's unsealed.]
[Remark: It possibly seals space and ti together, inside the Phantom Realm, it resembles a parallel world without any concept of ti, everything is completely disrupted, everything is at a standstill.]
Only by retrieving [Phantom Realm] could he have the ans to counter-attack Sigrid.
Controlling for five seconds often required first putting the opponent into an extrely weakened state to achieve.
Even if he couldn't directly seal Sigrid, he could use the phantom barrier opened by this equipnt to restrict Sigrid, fighting on his advantageous ho ground, holding out until Salon arrived!
Gaiat took out a seal engraved from Entwining Agate, pressing it into the groove of the temple gate.
Instantly, prohibitions were lifted, the heavy stone doors slowly opening, granting him passage.
Gaiat's silhouette flickered inside swiftly, turning into a shadow amidst the snow, vanishing without a trace.
He knew that without other War God guarding, even the barriers of the Divine Descendant Hall couldn't hold off Sigrid for long.
The fists of the Bishop of Hegemony could destroy everything in this world, even Salon's sword, Sigrid just faced head-on with those iron-like fists, just thinking about it made Gaiat's ribs ache, never in his life did he want to be hit by such a thing again.
Only in the temple at this mont did he feel slightly at ease.
The temple interior was solemn and majestic, resonating with lodious ethereal music.
It was the heavenly music played by harps, flutes, wind chis, and other instrunts.
The lody alternated between high and passionate and low and gentle, enveloping the entire hall in a sacred, peaceful atmosphere.
The music seed to chant sacred poetry, yet also like recounting history from tens of thousands of years ago, purifying the soul, soothing wounds, descending infinite tranquility and redemption.
Thin morning light filtered through the rose windows, casting colorful patterns on the floor, adorning the temple interior with vibrant shimrs.
Gaiat's shadow flickered ghost-like through the corridor, arriving at the War God's sanctuary.
Just as Gaiat secretly rejoiced, outside the temple suddenly lit up with a bright silver light, rising like a full moon, dispelling the shadow's protection.
Sigrid had already begun tearing down the walls.
Each thudding sound sent chills down Gaiat's spine.
He dreaded the next second that terrifying werewolf would appear behind him.
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