Don't confiscate my identity as a human race Chapter 264 - 252: Lanci Never Sets Limits for Himself1

"Before I get the preparations in place on the Protoss side, I will take so ti to personally teach you, helping you to grow strong as much as possible."

The Bingxue Witch montarily put away the docunts, placing them on the side. She intended to give them all to Hyperion later for review.

Upon hearing the Bingxue Witch’s words, Hyperion quickly composed herself.

"Are you going to teach magic?"

Hyperion would be nothing short of excited if it were to be about learning magic.

Since they were both witches, the Bingxue Witch must have sothing to teach her — sothing that others or demons could not.

"No, your and my spell compatibility is too different. You may not be able to learn my magic. But if you see any spell of mine that you would like to learn, I will do my best to create a Magic Card version of it for you."

The Bingxue Witch said straightforwardly.

She would be able to replicate a Pink Holy-level spell for Hyperion, and although Orange Epic-level spells themselves couldn’t be replicated, she would do her best to make a lower-level version of a Pink Holy Level spell for Hyperion.

"... There’s such a good way of training?"

Hyperion was montarily stunned.

She did not expect there would be such a convenient way of cultivating.

"Since I gave you such a daunting task, I will give my all to assist you."

The Bingxue Witch said.

Despite her youthful age by human standards, she had indeed lived a very long ti. With her talents in Magic Engineering already fully developed, creating magic cards for Hyperion was not a problem.

The only reason the Protoss Empire has not yet started a war is because the Empire does not believe its chances of winning are one hundred percent.

In the balance of war, any eighth-order strongman has enough weight, and an eighth-order with a special function is even more important.

As long as Hyperion can help them rescue the Great Demon Clan, it will severely damage the Empire’s plans to so extent and buy a lot of ti for the Aestheland Kingdom and a host of northern alliances.

"Thank you, Miss Almis."

Hyperion thanked the Bingxue Witch.

She had heard the Saintess’ na from the three divine emissaries.

"I heard the priests saying that a boy nad Lanci is always with you. Did he also co to the Northern Continent this ti?

The Bingxue Witch considered this and asked.

She didn’t know why those three clergy always liked to ntion the na Lanci after they returned from the Shadow World. She asked them and found out that this youngster was Loren’s student and was very friendly and close to the clergy.

Ever since those three clergy mbers had contact with Lanci and Hyperion, sothing foundational seed to have changed. But the Bingxue Witch couldn’t pinpoint exactly what had changed.

It’s probably because of Hyperion, after all, she is Isatia’s daughter.

In the Northern Continent, they don’t have the kind of recording device and large terminal used by the South Continent Shadow World Managent Association, so they can’t see exactly what happened in the Shadow World.

The developnt paths of Magic Engineering in the North and South Continent’s are sowhat different.

In the peaceful and stable South Continent, the focus is on improving the quality of life of residents, combating natural disasters with Magic Engineering, and conducting training and challenges in the Shadow World. It is purely human-oriented Magic Engineering. There’s a managent association overseeing the entire continent, facilitating the wider sharing, exchange, and collaboration of technologies.

However, in the war-torn Northern Continent, more energy is expended on resource contention in this world. It mainly emphasizes purely enhancing strategic capabilities. The Shadow World is a secondary concern, leaning more towards the original Magical Engineering of the Demon World, as well as the flowers blooming in a hundred schools coming from the ancient inheritances of the various races.

After being cut off by the mariti disaster for several decades, divergence has already gradually erged between the North and South Continents.

"He’s here too. I was separated from him initially...but there’s a greater chance that he’s already within the territory of the Protoss Empire right now."

Hyperion thought if Lanci was also in the Aestheland Kingdom, he would guess that she would be looking for the three divine emissaries. So he should also be looking for the three divine emissaries to reunite with her.

Therefore, there is a high probability that Lanci is currently adrift within the territory of the Protoss Empire.

"If you happen to encounter Lanci, you should seek his help. I will then write a letter to Loren and he will reward you on behalf of the Church," said the Ice Witch, nodding.

"...That might be a bit risky."

Hyperion averted his gaze.

"Your mission indeed is very dangerous, but I will do my utmost to protect your safety."

The Ice Witch admitted with her eyes closed.

"No, I’m afraid he might overly exceed the objectives of the mission..." Hyperion murmured with his head down.

"Don’t worry. I will bear any responsibility; you just let him do what he can."

The Ice Witch leaned back against the sofa carefreely and waved her hand.

She could probably predict what kind of character Lanci was, being a student taught by the honest and loyal Loren.

Just let him display his ability to the fullest. The Ice Witch only hoped there would be soone to help Hyperion.

...

Ti flew by.

It has been two weeks since Lanci arrived in Lilom City, the southwestern province of the Protoss Empire.

In the afternoon of Lilom City, ancient stone buildings stand along the road, their lattices and balconies filled with flowers and green plants. When the breeze passes by, the scent of flowers pervades the air along with the sound of the sea, creating an endless echo.

Through streets and bridges to the center of this town, a towering temple stands on a spacious garden square, becoming the landmark of this place.

Its spire extends towards the sky, decorated with golden edges, dazzling in the sunlight.

The temple’s exterior walls are constructed of beige marble, still smooth and shiny even after years of polishing. The walls are engraved with delicate reliefs depicting ancient legends and heroic deeds. On both sides of the front door stand two majestic stone lions, as if warning every visitor to respect this solemn and serious place.

This temple, which originally belonged to the Church of the Goddess of Destiny, has now fallen into the hands of the Rebirth Church and virtually no residents dare to visit voluntarily.

Unusually, there are no silver-robed priests around the temple this afternoon.

In the core hall at the deepest part of the temple.

In the spacious space, a huge cross sits in the middle, the rose window refracts sunlight into the room, creating glossy and colourful lights that illuminate the entire hall.

All the silver-robed priests in Lilom City gather in this hall. They concentrate and absorb the sermon passionately from the preaching stage at the very front.

The sermon is in progress inside the temple.

Sitting in rows of seats, many silver-robed priests are receiving instruction, taking notes earnestly.

"The outside world is rotten, and the so-called ’plunder’ and ’cruelty’ are all fabrications and lies they weave. Only we possess the true revelation because we know the truth about love."

The figure on the preaching stage slowly raises his palm, guiding the hearts of people: "They will try to keep you away from truth, but you must have faith that here is where you can find your true ho."

"Don’t let the outside world blind you," his voice was calm and deep. "True strength, true wisdom, true freedom, they are all here with us."

The silver-robed man speaking on the preaching stage is shrouded in a sacred golden mist, making his figure seem blurry and his face remains an unexplored mystery to the common people.

Only under the shining light of his halo, his pair of divinely compassionate erald eyes stands out clearly.