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Chapter 1514 862 Sigrid and Lanci Had a Great Time_7

Amidst the swirling dust, wisps of black smoke emerged from their bodies, while the indelible silver light on his chest ceaselessly eroded his dark magic power; this was the power of the ultimate sublimation in Sigrid's fist intent.

But after successfully hitting Asksan and the man in the black robe, Sigrid's body sustained severe injuries once more.

Her aggressive fighting style forced the two to defend themselves by attacking, engaging in a desperate bid as aggressive as her own.

Sigrid's entire aura weakened significantly, tottering on the ground, yet her pair of amethyst-like eyes still shimmered with unwavering determination and resolve.

"Asksan, stop holding back!"

The man in the black robe, enduring excruciating pain, struggled to stand up, shouting towards Asksan who still had some strength left.

The ominous feeling in his heart was validated; perhaps Sigrid could cast spells again and return to her peak state.

"Sigrid, don't think about recovering again!"

Clenching his teeth, Asksan hastily gathered his remaining mana and cast the most venomous sealing spell at Sigrid.

Instantly, blood spurted uncontrollably from his seven orifices.

Hit by this move, Sigrid would surely fall into a dire predicament!

At the moment Sigrid adjusted her breath, it was also the time she was most vulnerable, unable to dodge!

When the dense dark gray corrosive aura surged towards Sigrid like a storm, she once again faced the greatest danger in her life.

Each wisp of aura contained unfathomable malice, intent on destroying her limbs and body.

The feeling was like countless ice spikes piercing the heart, reaching deep into the soul.

From afar, every drop of sweat on Asksan's forehead told of his determination and madness at this moment.

He shut his eyes tight, as tears and blood mingled, paying the harsh price for this venomous spell, awakening a long-dormant power, yet a grim smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Just then, a layer of black violent curse mark crept onto Sigrid's cheek, locking her state ahead of time.

And Asksan's spell, like chains forgotten by time, etched with distant eras and cold destinies, failed to penetrate Sigrid's heart, isolated by a tyrant's decree.

"¿"

He stiffly raised his head, only to see a figure who had been watching the battle finally arrived behind Sigrid, stabilizing her by placing a hand on her shoulder.

Sigrid also lost the fierceness of battle suddenly like a fawn gone astray, leaning against the man beside her, embracing him.

"No, this impossible!!"

Asksan had never imagined that his sealing skill would be nullified in such a manner.

At this moment, he identified what kind of sealing skill the opponent used, though unable to discern the full effect, Asksan was certain it was the same type as his, thus able to lock Sigrid's state first, with higher priority!

"Who the hell are you?!"

Asksan questioned.

"I am, Rocky McCarthy."

Lanci allowed Sigrid to hold him, and confessed to Asksan.

He couldn't forget Asksan's terrified bewilderment and disbelief when his identity was exposed in the congressional building; if another chance came, he would reveal his feelings sooner to Asksan, confessing to Asksan that he was his fan.

"Lausang, I miss you."

Lanci gazed affectionately at this teacher he would always cherish.

Asksan's voice unlocked the riddle of the story.

The legendary tale started on a class day upon hearing Asksan's name.

...

...

"Phew."

On the bench at Saint Kray Monastery, Lanci and Sigrid slowly woke up.

Clear lake waves sounded once more by their ears.

Even awake, Sigrid lazily rested her head on Lanci's shoulder, leaning against him.

"After you went off, the fight was over in a flash."

She murmured.

And as she clenched her hand again, she found that the Forget Dust Star in her hand had already turned to star dust, scattered on the ground.

"Asksan was indeed formidable."

Lanci woke feeling touched.

In any case, he had enjoyed the fight.

Whether the sentiment was conveyed to Asksan was unknown.

"I think Lausang just hopes your exciting story ends quickly meow."

The Cat Boss woke up too, lying atop Sigrid's head.

It couldn't comment on this Lanci Clan's date today; after obtaining Forget Dust Star, they just played around like this.

"Alright, time to prepare for dinner."

Stretching lazily, Lanci stood, gazing at the silver-white moon across the sky, stars fully illuminated, sensing the time was not early.

A rare urge manifested, even his stomach felt some hunger, eager to explore outside Saint Kray Monastery with Sigrid; previously at Herram, he planned where to eat, but this time Sigrid arranged it ahead.

"Mm, feeling a bit hungry."

Sigrid wasn't sure how long they slept on the stone bench, just knowing she felt great after a short nap.

Lanci's long-standing exhaustion was alleviated by such rest.

Sigrid removed the cat from her head, embraced it, and with Lanci, turned to walk down the monastery path.

Moonlight filtered through the dense canopy by the lake, dancing with clouds drifting across the distant sky, casting a gentle silver upon Saint Kray Monastery's evening glow.

As December began, the brief day was nearing its end.

At the clear lake surrounded by Saint Kray Monastery woods, stood a majestic temple.