Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 494 - 474: Sigrid Wants to Give The Sealed Stone Tablet to Her Saint Heir_1

In the seating area of Franklin Hall, not only were the nobles of the Protoss Empire stunned, even the Grand Sage Isis was taken aback.

Ingenuous hand-and-foot fighter Sigrid, who holds the [Original Slabstone - Foundation], is a demon summoner?

Was she using her life to fool Asksan and only exposing her real occupation at the moment of a decisive life-and-death battle?

Although Isis had never seen the images of these three demon summons before, she felt a strange sense of déjà vu.

In the battlefield.

"Sigrid! Where did you get these three epic-level summons?!"

Asksan’s grey figure retreated rapidly, increasing the distance, and interrogated Sigrid.

Others may not understand Sigrid’s situation, but he was crystal clear.

Because the Seal was applied by his own hand.

Until this moment, he could affirm that the Seal thoroughly locked Sigrid’s attributes!

Sigrid couldn’t possibly be a summoner, she was forced to become a summoner under the effect of the Seal, her true body still incredibly frail.

But now.

The three eighth-order demons stood like three high walls, blocking all paths between him and Sigrid.

What frightened Asksan even more was - if Sigrid wanted to sustain three eighth-order epic-level summons with her depleted mana under the locked status, her mana would be totally depleted instantaneously. The only victory would be swift and decisive, it was impossible for them to calmly prepare for battle.

Unless.

These three demon summons don’t drain mana and can operate by themselves, contrary to the common sense of Magic Cards!

On the other side of the battlefield.

After the three shadows prepared an absolutely firm defense enchantment around Sigrid, they finally turned to look at Asksan in the distance.

"Lady, I beg you to stand behind me."

"Although I don’t really want to see the King possessed by anyone, I would rather see the King and a woman like you finally become a match than that worthless demon tarnishes the King."

"Beauty should only belong to the strong, and Miss Sigrid, I believe you are the one who can win the King’s heart."

All three Great Demon Clans had paid their respects to Sigrid.

"Alright, alright, gentlemen, please get rid of the opponent first."

Sigrid, who was made to blush, covered her red cheeks with her hand, waved her right hand indicating the three Great Demon Clans to deal with Asksan first and discuss other things later.

These days, Sigrid had been watching Lanci making cards in the Cardmaking Workshop, so she knew what the Saint Heir had done.

While Lanci was in the Herram Endless Library earlier, he had seen a fourth-order spell card called [Forbidden Curse Mark] in the catalogue of Pink Holy Nation’s collection. The effect of the card was, with the other party’s consent, to sign a temporary subjection contract with them, transforming them into your servitor journey, and giving the other party an attribute bonus equal to one-eighth of your own.

Essentially, it’s a Curse-type Magic Card, with a slight sealing principle.

Your matchmaker?!

Asksan now finally understood why Sigrid thanked him before the start of the Desperate Arena.

The more he thought, the angrier he became, almost to the point of going crazy.

The Franklin Hall in parliament, the voices of imperial nobles waved like the sea.

Lanci, with his hands crossed, looked at the Desperate Arena.

He didn’t know what the three Great Demon Clan members were talking about with Sigrid, but he always felt that they seemed to be saying some things that made Sigrid feel embarrassed.

He really should tell them to show more respect to Sigrid. They needed to acknowledge her seniority according to human age.

In the center of the Desperate Arena, three leisurely figures slowly pushed towards Asksan, like a hunting game they had been waiting for, the feast had finally begun.

Nowhere else to retreat to, all Asksan could do was prepare for battle. The exploratory spells he just casually threw out were either blocked by the enchantment, sliced away directly, or corroded by the abyssal aura pervading from the ground.

In this scenario, even if his Sealing Skill was powerful, it was difficult to fully unleash its real power and resist the all-around, unrelenting slaughter of three magic-wielding demons once they closed the distance.

Asksan was panting, adjusting his rhythm, and observing the movements of the three demons.

Although the three demons had not yet unleashed their true skills, Asksan had basically figured out their combat power and roles.

Later, he would be able to confront them head-on and exchange blows for an extended time.

Asksan lowered his head halfway, and his breath gradually stabilized.

And then, a smile gradually curved his lips.

"Hahaha, hahahaha!"

As if he had finally confirmed something, he laughed maniacally looking up.

Sigrid, you lack the final piece in your chess game. In this well-prepared trap, your struggle, and that of your Saint Heir, is bound to be in vain!

Asksan’s eyes were fixed on Sigrid in the distance, filled with twisted joy and a murderous intention.

Because at this very moment, he felt the faint demonic power of that wolf from the Northern Tundra on the bodies of all three demons.

And following this demonic power, his clone sitting in the Grand Priest of Nirvana seat outside the Desperate Arena could indeed feel the same-frequency magic fluctuations!

This indicates that the true body of the Saint of Hegemony was indeed hiding in Franklin Hall.

And he wasn’t far from it.

Soon, soon he would find that insignificant character.

As long as he locates the Saint of Hegemony, he would instantly attempt to confine that shady guy, using his life to threaten Sigrid to surrender!

No matter if the true identity of the Saint of Hegemony was some insignificant noble or a local official of the empire, Asksan was certain that his clone could control him in the blink of an eye without anyone reacting!

Unless you really play a massive joke on me, making a spectacle by revealing the Saint of Hegemony’s identity as Grand Sage Isis, Morotian Berenhald, or Rocky McCarthy!