was enough to send shivers down the spines of the other unarmed fighters.Heavy warriors are tough and strong, but they are also bulky. Light warriors are agile and have high burst damage, but they ar...Chapter 341: Even Lancy is Content in the Stillness of Time.

The northern border of the Protoss Empire. {What You don't know it yet|. Read, read the correct chapters | Go google it right now}

Denderal, situated between the Imperial Northern Border Province and the Snowy Wasteland Province, lies nestled between two towering mountain ranges upon a snow-covered expanse of short plains.

This independent town is shrouded in snow for most of the year, with shorter periods of sunlight. Like most city-states on the northern border, the nights are longer than the days.

Due to the abundant resources in the area, scholars, hunters, explorers, adventurers and all sorts of travelers from the Snowy Plains province often pass through and rest here.

Standing beside a small square in the center of town is a three-story building constructed of dark wood and gray stone. Its roof is conical, covered with thick snow-white shingles that make it appear to be clad in a silvery-white cloak. Wooden wind chimes hanging from the eaves sway gently in the breeze, producing an occasional dry tinkling sound.

In this town, you can find the best inn; on the third floor there is a spacious room.

No matter how the wind and snow rage outside, within the space is a serene quiet bathed in gentle natural light.

Occasionally, the sound of pages being turned could be heard near the round pedestal table.

Besides that, more subtly, only Sigrid's breathing could be heard within the heavy cotton quilt.

Her face was guileless, her eyelashes fluttering softly.

After an unknown amount of time, she finally slowly opened her eyes.

Since winters in the northern border are very harsh, most of the interior decoration in these towns are made with raw wood or warm-toned colors.

Siegfried soon saw the figure sitting elegantly in a chair not far away, holding a book in one hand like a venerable old principal.

Under the dim light, he appeared particularly tall. Dressed in a traditional dark suit, his coat fell smoothly and straight, as meticulous as ever. His downcast eyes held a depth of vision, carrying within them a blend of vicissitudes and enlightenment.

His left hand held the spine firmly, and after a long while, he flipped through the pages with one hand, the sound becoming particularly clear in the wooden house.

The whole world is like between the pages of his book.

He slowly turned his head.

The cat boss went out to buy groceries.

Lanche knew that Siegfried's blurry eyes meant he was hungry, but lunch wasn't ready yet.

Although you can also buy lunch at shops in town, the cat boss said that buying food outside is unhealthy and that the food it makes is more nutritionally balanced.

Now that West is badly injured and still recovering, Meow's owner has started to no longer be afraid of her and takes care of her.

Even if Sigrid didn't say anything, the cat boss knew she was far more resilient than her lazy appearance suggested.

The wounds on her body weren't simply those that hadn't fully healed, but rather ones that were constantly regenerating and fracturing, canceling each other out. She endured unimaginable pain at all times, yet she remained composed as if nothing was wrong. This level of stoicism is beyond the capabilities of ordinary humans.

"Ugh, I have no energy, my body feels so heavy, like I'm trapped under the covers."

Siegfried snuggled deep into the warm blankets, his voice soft as velvet.

The last time she fell asleep, it was still dark outside. Now it's daytime.

Now she actually sleeps for a full ten hours a day because of the cold weather, and after falling asleep, she becomes unconscious and shows no awareness at all.

Every day, in order to let her rest peacefully, the Saint and the little black cat would try their best to find a town to stop at.

You wouldn't notice it while walking on the street, but lying inside looking out the window, the falling snowflakes seem so beautiful.

I believe these cotton-like snowflakes will soon cover the town in white.

"If you're sleepy, just go to sleep. I'll wake you up when the cat boss is done cooking."

This kind of weather is not suitable for going out.

In the northern parts of the empire, during the months spanning the end of one year and the beginning of the next, more northerners died from the weather than from bandits and monsters.

"Hmm."

Siegfried lay nestled in his bed, half-hidden under the covers, mumbling softly.

The holy child's gentle voice was now like a lullaby.

She closed her eyes, but didn't seem to fall asleep right away.

"Son, can that big explosion be used again"

Sigrid knew the little black cat was timid, so she didn't ask when it was around.

The further forward you go, the closer you should be to the blockade of the Extinction Branch.

Even reaching the Snowdrift Province was fraught with difficulty, let alone the Box Mountain Province and breaking through the northern blockade.

However, on the bright side, this guy is the governor of the Snowfield Province, and Bishop Oblivion probably never dreamed that the real identity of the Overlord Son would be the governor of the Snowfield Province.

Once they reach the Snowfield Province, it's more or less Ranch's home turf.

It will be over twenty days before I recover.

Lanche nonchalantly pulled out the orange epic and showed it to Sigrid, who was still recovering from her battle with the [Nuclear Fusion Wolf].

Now, the 【Nuclear Fusion Wolf】 is in an unusable state. Every time it's used to self-destruct, it will be in self-repair for a month after detonation.

And all the unbound, purple rare cards that had been destroyed by it were gone without a trace.

Even if it could be used again, there probably wouldn't be anything like the 【Abyssal Black Worm】 as a material comparable to uranium-235. Besides, he didn't have much of the rest of the fuel left either.

"Can you beat a level six now"

Before, Sigrid thought that her strength was enough to handle battles against levels 4 and 5. But now, with her Saint Child becoming the pillar of their team, she finally realizes the significant difference between those levels.

"For fifth level, I can handle it. But for sixth level, I'm no match."

If there was a West German equivalent of rank five, the two of them could still work together to defeat an average rank six.

But if it's a top-tier sixth rank like the Annihilating Saintess or the Silent Saint Son, you can't beat them head-on at all.

Although the [Nuclear Fusion Wolf] is powerful, its self-destruction cooldown is really too long.

Even though 【the great poet of love】 isn't around, I don't feel much difference. It's actually quite peaceful without her.

You can only say that the genuine Talya is just like that, and the pirated versions made based on it are even worse.

If we use the great love poet as fuel for the nuclear fusion wolf, it seems like a good idea. That way, she can be quiet for a month, killing two birds with one stone.

But if she did that, maybe she would never listen to herself again.

If the Child of Nirvana found us, how would you fight

Siegfried knew how powerful his former Heaven's Daughter was, and the Annihilation Saint Son who defeated her was even stronger.

Then we can only ask the gods for help.

Ranch sighed and closed the book in his hand.

Siegfried didn't understand for a moment what Rance meant by "inviting the gods."

But she could probably sense that the god he summoned didn't need to agree to be summoned.

Then I'd like to see who you can get to come out then.

His Holy Son possessed this very mindset. Even when facing the Annihilation Bishop and the Shadow Man, he remained unfazed. Now, surrounded by countless enemies, the Holy Son of Annihilation stood calmly and collected.

Although following him felt a bit like walking on thin ice, she unexpectedly found it quite enjoyable.

These are all his bonus points.

(The End)

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