Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1378 - 839 The Story Ends Upon Seeing Frey_3

"I actually considered the worst scenario where Talia ignores me and goes to support another battlefield. But dealing with Rashal while supplying Talia with mana at the same time... Forget the risks for now—this would make me lose the final chance to defeat Rashal, and might even let Rashal escape to other battlefields. I can't hold him off on my own... If I have to say, the only option now is to rely on Sigrid to defeat Marquis Heratier first. This way, Rashal would temporarily lose the protection of Blood Moon City, allowing Talia and me to weaken him. Then we can liberate Sigrid and Talia, letting them go support other battlefields."

Lanci quickly analyzed.

"..."

Abigail pondered for a moment.

Right now, both sides are walking on a tightrope.

Should the outcome of any battlefield tilt, it would radiate across the whole situation, causing the scales of victory to tip rapidly.

Everything hinges on whether Marquis Heratier or Hyperion falls first.

"No, Hyperion will definitely fall first."

Abigail compared the images of Piercing Cold Hall and the chaotic void of the southern region.

By all accounts, Hyperion would be the first to succumb.

Hyperion not only has to hold out until Marquis Heratier falls but also until Sigrid manages to provide assistance.

"Damn Blood Clan, this is so unfair."

Abigail spoke bitterly, with tears welling up at the corner of her eyes.

Marquis Heratier possesses limitless life, and Sigrid can at best injure her.

But Hyperion could truly die.

Gambling lives with the Blood Clan is always the most unfair deal.

She didn't want to see Hyperion die. Although they'd not known each other long, Hyperion's selflessness in protecting them made her unwilling to accept an outcome where he is the first to sacrifice himself.

"Try sharing Hyperion's circumstances with Sigrid."

Lanci remotely advised Abigail.

His voice carried emotions he rarely revealed—ripples hard to suppress, robbing him of his usual calm.

"But won't this interfere with Sigrid?"

Though Abigail voiced her doubt, she'd already begun following Lanci's advice.

At times like this, there was no room for hesitation—only absolute trust in one's comrades.

...

Piercing Cold Domain.

The waves of force stirred by Sigrid's fists and feet shattered the surrounding ice crystals.

"Don't think such petty tricks can stall me."

Sigrid roared, her heated punch surging toward Heratier.

Heratier's figure instantly dissolved, flickering to another location. Sigrid's fist passed through her afterimage, smashing into the ice and sending shards flying.

Suddenly, the cold aura of Piercing Cold Hall began gathering again, attempting to freeze Sigrid.

Sigrid slid away in response, her eyes fixated on the star diagrams circling above Heratier's head, confirming she had pre-located the optimal position again.

"Your brute strength means nothing before me."

Heratier waved her rod, summoning a wall of twilight from the ground to block Sigrid's pursuit.

With a disdainful scoff, Sigrid kicked through the magical barrier.

Yet Heratier's figure vanished once more, her ability to phase out leaving Sigrid unable to pin her down.

Piercing Cold Hall was a labyrinth of icy pillars, cold air pervasive, as the two chased and evaded amidst this frozen maze.

Sigrid's movements were exceptionally swift, but every time she came within a hair's breadth, Heratier would evade her grasp, as elusive as smoke.

Astrological attributes are among the rarest and most troublesome to contend with. A Bishop-level Astrologer could easily stall her with passive evasion tactics, proving excessively vexing.

The Seventh Ancestor Heratier flickered in and out of presence, her every maneuver guided by the star diagrams to perfect effect. The more impatient Sigrid became, the more futile her efforts turned.

Since the battle began, the two were locked in a stalemate, neither able to overpower the other.

Sigrid's sole advantage remained her full-battle condition, whereas Heratier was depleting her mana.

Without specialized tracking spells, with Heratier displaying no intention of attacking, it became exceedingly challenging to land a blow against her while she retained any mana.

Heratier exploited Piercing Cold Hall's properties to the fullest, coupling them with her superior phasing and prediction abilities, successfully holding Sigrid at bay.

At this rate, if the other battlefields couldn't hold out, even if Sigrid eventually defeated Heratier, it would no longer matter.

Sigrid swept her gaze around—beneath the icy surface, dark currents surged, reflecting the silhouettes of the two combatants.

Though Heratier's phase-out ability was ephemeral, the reflections on the water's surface were undeniably accurate.

Sigrid's mind raced as she smashed her fist against the ice at her feet!

A thunderous crash followed—the ice fractured, sending hidden currents gushing forth.

Sigrid immediately leapt upward, delivering a strike with lightning speed aimed directly at Heratier's reflection.

Heratier's pupils contracted as her star diagram issued warnings. She tried to evade but was a fraction too slow.

Sigrid's punch didn't land directly, yet the ferocious impact of her fist tore through space, forcefully dispersing Heratier's phased form.

"It seems I can no longer underestimate you, Bishop of Hegemony. If you could gather sufficient Power of Faith, perhaps you truly could ascend to Ninth-order."

Heratier's expression darkened as she forcibly reformed herself, consuming large amounts of magic power.

Seizing the opening, Sigrid executed a flash step and closed in on Heratier, her fist—charged like a mountain collapsing—aimed squarely at her face. freeweɓnovel.cѳm

Heratier's figure disappeared once again.

Sigrid gazed warily around, only to find Heratier's phantoms appearing simultaneously in all directions.

"I wish I could summon Melogas and have him fight you!"